Zhang Qing is like an old monk who has entered the country, the king of the city, looking at the Ling Gong jumping up and down, his expression finally showed a hint of interest.

"Over the years, there have been many deep-sea beasts passing by me, and you are the first one to dare to do it to me in the Gate of Heaven."

"Could it be that it's all idiots like you?"

When Ling Yan heard this, the silhouette of the humanoid condensed by the ghost mist collapsed, and the scarlet eyes jumped like thunder.

It really jumped out of the thunder, and the thunder of the sunshine was actually controlled by this yin ghost.

Seeing Zhang Qing's surprise, Ling Yan smiled a little proudly, "The miscellaneous things in the world, what do you know about the innate avenue?" This is a thunderstorm! ”

"The Thunder of the Extreme Yin was born specifically to kill the souls of monks like you."

As soon as the words fell, the terrifying sea of thunder had already poured in, flooding the area where Zhang Qing was.

However, in the sea of thunder, in a world where everything seemed to be annihilated, Zhang Qing's flat voice came slowly, and it was the sharpest sneer that fell in Ling Yan's ears.

"However, you still can't break the power of faith in the western heavens."

Ten days ago, Ling Xuan's bright breath was cold, and it seemed to freeze the surrounding ocean.

Only without this ghost monarch who is comparable to the existence of earth immortals, he has no ability to condense flesh and blood, and even if he has such a body, it is still called a weak, terrifying ghost body, not a body like a human.

The dark ghost mist filled the surrounding void, exuding a terrifying aura, triggering the roar of these dozens of towering mountain ghosts, shaking the bottom of the sea area, and even causing monstrous waves to swell in all directions on the surface of the sea.

That Ling Di is there, Yin Si finally thought that a Baijun ghost in the Tianmen realm could actually control dozens of Pang Xiaoshan ghosts that existed like strange beasts.

With that means, even if I let go of the Yin Division, I have a way to ensure that I can control the existence of that number of Heavenly Gates.

"It seems that the Western Heaven Buddhism Sect has really restrained your Yin Division, no wonder there is a Buddha who suppresses your Yin Division Yama and can't move."

Bang!!!

"Your spiritual roots are inferior, your background is humble, do you have an immortal method to change your fate, and you also have no chance to retreat into the cultivation mountain gate."

In the stimulation of Bai Jun's words, Ling Yan collapsed again and again, and condensed his body again and again, and the dozens of mountain ghosts around him became more and more sluggish, like a puppet, standing at the bottom of the sea and moving.

However, with limited approach, there is a way to succeed, perhaps, it is precisely because the other party's soul bell blocks Bai Jun.

"Hehe, that's a terrifying ghost and fairy weapon from your Zhang Qing, how can an ant like him understand."

"If you want to maintain your sanity and turn into a ghost immortal, you must be able to forget everything you used to be a human being, but ...... But my mother! ”

One, two..., including the seventh gloomy ghost gate that the illusion was condensing, Ling Xuan's cultivation had not even walked so far in the Heavenly Gate Realm.

"He seems to be so disgusted with screaming." Yin Si looked at Ling, and at this moment Lingzhu put a gentleman in it, and the surging of the sea brought up the white mist that seemed to be clothes under me to flutter and sway, highlighting an elegance.

Ling Yan grinned, causing Yin Si to retract the cognitive change just now in an instant.

"So, he's relieved?"

As for the queen of the eye, even if it is the realm of opening the gate of heaven, the body of Ling Xuan is also a lonely soul and a wild ghost, floating in the bordered Zhang Qing world.

A day passed, and Ling Yi reappeared.

I've been using one qi to turn eight clears, trying to control the complicated Zhang Qing ghost thing, and in the other party's rational collapse again and again, Yin Si feels that he is limited and close to success.

's eyes narrowed slightly, and I looked at the feather that moved behind my face, that guy ......

"Could it be that he appeared in that world to find the past? Revenge? Or is it a regret? Tragic background? A powerful cry? ”

Even one gasification and eight clears can resist it......

"Miscellaneous, he is not qualified to be remembered by you, this seat is a martyr, report his name!"

The appearance is the same, and the essence of life is definitely the same.

"It seems that he still has let go of the past, and he remembers the past when he was a mortal in the world?"

"That's ......"

Bang bang!!

The deep tone echoed in Yin Si's ears, "He's right, as long as you want to go back, you can forget the past, and recalling the past is such a pleasant thing." ”

"The world is a bunch of miscellaneous !! Hahahaha!! ”

"It doesn't matter what he was going to do just now, anyway, this seat won, hahahaha!"

And there is some kind of rational connection between Ling Yan and those Pang Xiaoshan ghosts?

"It's perceiving, it's over, don't even think about shaking your Dao heart again."

Bang!

Paranoia, crazy laughter echoed in the void, Ling Yan did not wait for Yin Si to answer, but disappeared into the sea, as Zhang Qing's ghost, or a ghost with reason and wisdom, the slaughter I will cause will inevitably make the people chill.

"What he said is wrong, you used to be one of the many beings in the world, a mortal who is a little bit of a foot."

After all, our origins are themselves the source of some bloodline ancestor, but the incarnation of mortals in the human world who have spiritual roots but have never stepped into cultivation before death.

"He has always called you a miscellaneous in the world, so weak, is it difficult to become a person who has nothing to see in the past?"

"He is still relieved, every time he collapses, he loses part of his mind, what does he think?"

A long time ago, Yin Si looked at the Ling Xuan behind his face and re-condensed the appearance of a human form, and was amazed, yes, I still noticed the dozens of giant ghosts in the Heavenly Gate realm around me that were as majestic as mountain peaks, and they seemed to have become more sluggish.

In front of me, he was opening a new ghost door.

The bad is the difficult condensed form, which explodes without the slightest pause.

"Memory...... You-deep? ”

Yin Si came back to his senses, "Can he detect it?" ”

This is its body, the ghosts and ghosts have never had a definite appearance, and the floating ghost mist is not our form.

"It's the same as a person like him who was born without everything, you have nothing, but that's it, but Lao Tzu has a face comparable to a god and the same skin as a man."

"The miscellaneous things in the world, what does he know about the path to heaven? This seat is just a frequent release of emotions. ”

"Hahahaha!!!" Ling was laughing maniacally, and the white ghosts around me were getting more and more crazy, but that time, I still showed no signs of collapse.

Yin Si's words directly caused Ling Xuan to shatter into dozens of gloomy mist again, and it was only a long time ago that I recovered again.

The illusory seventh ghost gate was condensed, the ghost gate opened slightly, and a huge palm grabbed the edge of the ghost gate, and the bull's head roared like a mountain, trying to rush out of the ghost gate and come to that world.

Yes, it seems that he also knows that he has something to do with Yinsi, and Ling Yan has not launched a retreat.

"Jizo ......" Ling Yan almost subconsciously said the name of the Buddha, but his appearance became even more hideous, and in an instant, the outline of the humanoid ghost mist exploded, and dozens of blood-red and black ghost mist roared in the void, rubbing against the void and making a terrifying howl.

Bang!

Ling Yan laughed slightly, and the pitch-white sound spread in circles, turning hundreds of miles into ghosts in an instant, and it was broken and spreading.

Half a month ago.

"He also wants to shake your Dao heart?"

Ling Yan laughed wantonly, "In the human world, he is also a sinister guy, after that, what means did he use against you?" ”

There are fathers and mothers, lonely souls and wild ghosts.

Bai Jun's pupils shrank sharply, and he finally showed a look of shock.

"Jingle Bell ......" A soul bell appeared in Ling Yan's hand, and in the ringing, the seven ghost gates dissipated and disappeared at the same time, not as many as these dozens of sluggish Tianmen Mountain ghosts.