When the ghost opened his eyes, the light of the blue sky and the red sun frightened him to close his eyes fiercely, and after a while, he opened his eyes again in confusion, looking at the blue sky and the dazzling sun, the first thought that came to his mind was: How can I not be afraid of the scorching sun?

He still remembered the scene before he fainted, and when he saw that the Ghost Emperor's newly cast body was about to be completed, it suddenly became a purple light, and his mind was dizzy, and his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious.

When he saw the scene in front of him now, he was a little dumbfounded, and the second thought that came to him was: Where have I been?

The moist smell of the earth mixed with flowers and plants wafted into the nose, and this long-lost sense of smell almost made the ghosts want to cry, what a good smell, as if the smell of the earth can be smelled every morning in the human season, refreshing people's hearts, but it is a strong blood smell that is stronger than the blood spring.

After being stunned for a long time, the ghost remembered to take a good look at the surrounding situation, the mountains and walls, the blue cage glowing, the streams and springs tinkling, the lush forests, it was simply a distant and picturesque lake and mountain scenery, but where was this? How did he come to this quaint and remote land from the rift abyss ghost country of Xuanjing Mountain?

A harrier eagle with brown feathers and a white head and a beak like a hook perched on the high branches of the ancient tree in front of it, tilted its head to look at itself, and cooed at the bottom of its throat, and blinked in disbelief, like a temptation, and as if it was difficult to determine the gentle greeting: "Chick?"

When the harrier eagle heard the sound, he immediately flapped his wings, swept down with ease, and landed directly on the shoulders of the ghost, leaning over to rub the ghost's face, which seemed very familiar and intimate.

Ling Yu's abundant sense of touch is especially obvious on the skin of the ghost's face, the ghost is surprised and happy, stretching out his hand to caress the harrier eagle, and the tone of his voice trembles slightly: "Is it really you?

In the end, the Bank of China said that it became the blood spring ghost of the ghost body, and the Yin Mountain spirit harrier also turned into a six-eyed scarlet three-headed ghost harrier, but now looking at the situation of this harrier eagle, it is the same as before his death, how can he not help but be surprised? The action of stroking the harrier eagle suddenly paused, the ghost noticed his hand, the skin was smooth, and the green tendons and blood vessels under the cortex could be seen, and the fluff on several knuckles was reflected golden yellow by the sun.

Is this my hand? The ghost opened his hand and stared at the sun for a long time, almost stupid. Suddenly, the ghost suddenly shook his whole body, looked around in astonishment, and after seeing the gurgling stream not far away, he immediately pulled out his feet and ran, startling the harrier eagle on his shoulder to flutter his wings and fly.

The ghost ran to the stream in one breath, bent down to look at it, the water shadow rippled, rippled, and his face was crookedly reflected: light eyebrows, round face, beardless under the chin, and dark skin. Looking at what he was wearing, it was a short-sleeved shirt with a crotch and trousers.

For this face, the ghost looks in a trance, but he feels extremely familiar, hundreds of years, isn't this the face of the living when he is alive? The ghost looked at each other, stretched out his hand and slowly rubbed his face, such a dark skin that had been polished by the wind and rain of the Yin Mountain, and the wearing of such a short coat was exactly what he looked like when he was first favored in the old Shangdan.

It is strange that he has a mortal body again? The ghost is certain, and the reflection of the water surface at this moment accurately illustrates this point, but it is very different from the situation where the ghost is so powerful that it is difficult to see himself.

As if to make further conclusive proof, the ghost raised his hand violently and slapped him hard in the face, it hurt! There was a hot pain, and the place where the face was slapped was even more flushed, and he really had a body from the past?

The sky is pitiful, you can look at the beautiful scenery in broad daylight, smell the fragrance, let the sunshine and mist moisten the body, it is the whole body Shutai, and the beauty is indescribable.

The ghost was intoxicated, greedily took a few mouthfuls of the earthy air, and his chest rose and fell violently, until the harrier eagle chick called to each other, which made him confused and then immediately froze.

No, I obviously used the power of Xuanjing to add to my body, and even practiced in parallel with the ghost emperor, and then tried to rise later, but how did I become the current situation? If I say that this kind of appearance is quite similar to my own soul in the Rift Abyss Country in the past when I first woke up, I heard Princess Yongxing at that time say that it was the use of the Soul Xuanjing to reshape my body, could it be that the true effect of the Ghost Spirit Xuanjing lies in this? Not only did it not strengthen my skills, but it returned me to a mortal body in the flesh?

The ghost is smart, and he knows nothing about the ghost spirit Xuanjing, so he is naturally confused at this time, but the more he thinks about it, the more chilled he becomes, and he hurriedly starts to build up his strength, but he wants to see how much ghost magic he still has under this bizarre encounter.

The force followed the thought, the yin spirit evil qi gushed out from the bottom of the palm in a blink of an eye, the evil qi drove the stream, the stream converged, and flew diagonally high in the direction of the ghost phase of the empty wave, and then threw and flew down, the sky was like a torrential rain, just this slight action, the original murmuring stream actually dried up, and a few silver small fish twisted their heads and tails in the muddy ravine at the bottom of the stream, crackling.

The rain did not stop, the ghost opened his arms excitedly in the mist psychedelia, and let the water droplets drench his whole body, this discovery made him ecstatic, his own ghost skills not only did not fade, but there was a tendency to improve, and what was more wonderful was that he was out with the unhindered luck of the physical body, which was simply an unheard of mysterious technique throughout the ages.

Hahahaha! The ghost couldn't help but look up to the sky and laughed, he really spied through the miraculous power of the ghost spirit Xuanjing, and sure enough, the method of tempering the soul can complement each other with the Xuanjing, but it is ridiculous that Zhu Yue, the king of the rift abyss, sits on the treasure mountain, only knows the requiem that follows the rules, and does not know the magic of the hammer calendar, but gives himself such a chance to achieve great success.

What if the blood spring is completely destroyed? It's just a temporary success or failure, with this creation, and when it comes out of here, this Rift Abyss Country will still be in the palm of his hand.

Thinking of this, the ghost was stunned, and returned to the old question, where is this? How did he get here, and how did he get out? Also, since he and Qi Xiao are here, then the ghost emperor should also be with him, where is he now?

After feeling that his skills had soared, the ghost was overjoyed, and even his thoughts gradually became clearer, and while he looked around again, he also began to use the technique of peeping at the breath to investigate.

In the northwest direction in the distance, the spiritual breath is surging, and the wind covers the sky, it is the only thing I have seen in my life, that is, in terms of my current skills, it is far from it, and there is such a master in the world?

At the beginning, I thought it was the breath from the Ghost Emperor, but after a second distinction, I realized that it was clearly composed of the superposition of several mysterious spiritual powers, no wonder such a terrifying aura was formed, I just said, there is always an exhaustion of manpower, how can there be such a cultivator?

However, the power of those few mystical spirits is strong and mellow, and in terms of one force alone, it is by no means under oneself, and the ghost is very curious, but where did several masters come from to do all the way?

Just about to fly and change shape, the ghost suddenly heard the footsteps behind him, and when he turned his head to look, he saw the grass suddenly stirring, and after a while, the grass opened up, and a few figures came out.

The ghost looks at himself and is peerless, and he looks at it coldly, looking at the upper body of those figures, hanging bone shell ornaments under his neck, wrapped in animal skins around his waist, holding an axe and sword blade made of jade in his hand, barefoot and unkempt hair, as soon as he saw the ghost, several people suddenly opened their eyes, stopped in shock, pointed to the ghost, and shouted in their mouths.

Where are the barbarian savages? The ghost looked at their costumes, which were similar to those of the people in the southern wilderness, and thought to himself, could it be that after Xuanjing took effect, he came from the northwest desert to the southern realm in the blink of an eye?

I wanted to listen to what they shouted, but I could only hear the muddy and meaningless syllables, but I couldn't understand a word, and their expressions seemed to be very curious about the strange costumes of ghosts, but there was no sabre-rattling hostility.

A few barbarians suddenly shouted behind him, listening to the tone as if he was giving an order, the ghost saw an old man with a three-pronged crown on his head stepping out, two bunches of wild pheasant feathers stood up high, his appearance was majestic, and he was carrying a jade axe to look even more burly and majestic, and glanced at the ghost, but did not make any statement, but after his snort, the barbarians suddenly put away their amazed expression, the old man waved his hand, and the barbarians tended to move forward and ran up.

Only then did the ghost Xiang realize that this was by no means just a few barbarians, and there was an endless stream of figures coming out of the grass, gradually showing a majestic trend of stretching out, and there were thousands of people. And they just ran wildly from the front of the ghost to Guò, except for the curious gaze, but no one stopped to stop, and then looked at the direction they were running, but it was the place where Shi Cai sensed the overlapping and agitation of several powerful mysterious powers.

Let's go and see what it is, and then make a calculation! The ghost became more and more curious, the figure shook slightly, and a whirlwind lifted up the body from the ground, and several barbarians who had just passed by exclaimed in amazement when they saw this, and the cry just came into their ears, and in an instant, they were left far behind, and even a slight airflow fluctuation was not formed, and the ghost had already appeared on the top of the tall mountain peak at the very front of the northwest.

Looking far away, the ghost suddenly changed color, as far as the line of sight could see, countless monsters with beast heads and human bodies were walking farther and farther away like the tide that had receded, the heads of people were surging, bustling, I was afraid that there would be tens of thousands of people up and down, and the huge current of the blue and red waves passed through the crowd, and I don't know how many monsters were swept into the flood, as if they were thrown into the small pebbles in the ocean, and they were silent in an instant.

But what really attracts the attention of the ghost is a big battle that is unfolding next to the torrent. A huge two-horned unicorn surrounded by purple light is like a fierce beast trapped in a cage, the five-colored light and shadow surround the unicorn in the heart, revealing a hazy human form in the light and shadow, and from time to time shoot out the majestic Xuanqi Gang force, and the unicorn is forced by the force, and can't stop raising its neck and roaring, but it can't break out of the encirclement formed by the five-color light and shadow.

Water erosion, fire separation, Ye electricity, Xunfeng, and ice are these five kinds of divine power, which ...... Is this the gathering of the five ancient divine beasts?

The five divine powers, each with its own miraculous ability, the ghost does not know that the ancient cloud dragon used the various powers of the world itself to resist foreign invasion of the ancient past, but it also imitated the divine power of the ancient five divine beasts, so there are nine generals of the remnant spirit, each good at a skill distinction, but this imitation seems nondescript, inherent in the division of wind and rain, ice and fire, and also has the title of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon plague, so that the power is unknown, the effect is ignored, not to mention that there is a difference between the power and the divine power of the five divine beasts.

What the ghost is now horrified is that why all the divine beasts from all five directions have gathered, how could he and the Fly Mountain Qianli Qiji never notice in advance? And where did this big battle take place in front of him? Looking at the situation where these countless monsters gathered, it was clearly the weather of the Fly Mountain, but didn't the Fly Mountain say that it was going to attack Luoyang? How could it be so devastated?

Who is this huge unicorn? Where is Qianli Qiji? A series of questions surged into the ghost's heart, and his mind was disturbed, not only afraid of the demon's loss of power, but also puzzled by the appearance of the divine beast, didn't only the fire crow and the thunder eagle appear in unison? And the cold wolf, he ...... Isn't he the king of the waters?

With doubts, gradually the ghost seemed to see a little clue, at least what appeared in the white ice spirit flying flame in the distance was definitely not the figure of that Lang Ji.

However, the unicorn is so powerful, that strong and strange strength really shocks the past and the present, no matter how high the ghost looks at himself, he has to admit that he is more strange than this, it is really not a trick, the strange way needs the five divine beasts to join forces to suppress, but even so, the five divine beasts only trapped him and gained the upper hand, if he really wants to win, I am afraid that it will take a long time to fight and consume.

Is it the Demon King of Fly Mountain who has come back from the dead? Or is it the awakening of the Demon Emperor of the Water Demon? Apart from these two great devils, the ghost really can't imagine who else can resist the joint attack of the five divine beasts, but how can they appear in the world so without warning?

Thinking about watching the battle for a long time, the chick had just flown here, and before he descended and fell, the ghost heard the shouts under the mountain, and followed the sound, and saw that the naked barbarians raised their swords, and under the leadership of the old man wearing the crown, they rushed towards the retreating monster crowd, the momentum was huge, and it was magnificent.

This is a mortal war against demons! The ghost had an epiphany, and he was even more suspicious of the scene he saw in front of him, in short, this war would never happen in the current human world, and that would make the possibility of an illusion even more solid.

The chick suddenly screamed, the ghost was shocked, tilted his head sideways, and suddenly found that ten steps away, there was a tall and thin figure in a blue robe standing silently, with a smile on his face, his eyes were clear, and he looked at himself fixedly, with an empty sleeve on his right arm, fluttering in the wind.

He! How could he be here? The pupils of the ghost face immediately constricted, as if he heard his own heartbeat. Because he knew that this was an extremely terrible enemy, even above General Mighty of the Fly Mountain.