The escape of the two is not very fast, and they fly very low, and the corpses are scattered everywhere, this is a large space, the ghost gate is broken, and the pass is hazy, and there is nothing else, some are just rotten wood and rocks, and here it is all blood, and the smell of blood and musty is intertwined, making people evil.

The two of them drove seven miles further, Zhang and his entourage were very frightened all the way, there were too many dead people this time, and countless monks from major sects were lying in this dungeon.

The huge plaque on the gate of the city gate of "Xudu" has two words written on the iron painting silver hook, which is extremely atmospheric.

The fat monk of "Amitabha" put his hands together and bowed to a city in front of him.

In front of is a black city, I don't know what material is made of, but Zhang Yixing can see that this city is not simple, after the baptism of the war, this black city has not been damaged at all, there is no trace of scratches, the city is ten zhang high, there are two gates, there are two lights under the eaves of the city tower, floating high in the air, not moving at all, one emits a red light, shining incomparably, the whole city is a piece of blood red and bright, a light is dim and gloomy, quiet, like an antique that has been extinguished for 100,000 years, dim and lusterless。

The whole city is full of the breath and charm of the Tao, and the two lamps are like two eyes, guarding this giant city.

At this time, the Yin capital has been bleeding into a river, and the corpses can be seen lying horizontally everywhere above and below the city, especially on both sides of the city gate, the Yin soldiers and Yin generals are covered with dry bones, and several layers have been superimposed, it can be seen how fierce the battle is, and the remnants of the soldiers can be seen everywhere.

"Let's enter the city" The monk wanted to fly over the city, but found that this place was imprisoned by a large array, and he could only enter through the city gate on foot.

"Be careful when you go in, there is a forbidden sky array, and it can't be broken by cultivating high"

Zhang and his entourage were frightened, even the stinky monk couldn't escape, it seemed that all parties in this place were very strange, even if the sect leader came, he had to pout.

The two entered the city, the monk held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, his mouth kept chanting, and a light wheel appeared behind his head, like an Arhat walking in this endless darkness, very eye-catching, it seems that this Buddha bead magic weapon has the effect of warding off evil spirits and protecting the body, and you can see some broken Yin soldiers who are close to him at all.

Zhang Yixing is wearing an immortal lock, this lock is not simple, flashing black light, making Zhang Yixing a lot holy, and the Yin soldiers will disintegrate as soon as they touch him.

"Hey, this yin general looks familiar like this"

The unscrupulous monk stared at a Yin general wearing a Taoist robe at this time, although the corpse looked dry, but from the appearance, it can be seen that this person is tall and burly, the Taoist robe on his body is very ancient, the breath of the years is very strong, and the floating dust in his hand has been broken into several sections.

"I remember, this is a Taoist priest from Zhongzhou Taijimen, I saw it when I was a child"

The monk suddenly remembered, bowed to the corpse, and recited the scriptures orally, as if he was exceeding.

"Let's go, I saw him eight hundred years ago, I didn't expect to meet him here"

Zhang Yixing was shocked, this monk is also an old monster.

The two continued to walk forward, and corpses could be seen everywhere on the road, all major sects had them, and in order to break through this dungeon, they also used their lives to fill it.

This is a large hall, the black glazed tiles flickering black, very magnificent, but the bloody scenes around it have completely turned this place into a Shura field, with severed heads, broken limbs, remnants and congealed blood stains everywhere, which makes people very uncomfortable.

Then the two of them continued on, and there was another large hall, the same as the previous one*, the dust and blood on the ground had stuck together, and the battle here was even more intense, and many of the corpses on the ground were smashed to pieces, red and white, and the heads were severed and bleeding, and it was shocking.

On a plaque in the center of the main hall, a spear fixed a Yin general on it, and no blood flowed out, because the corpses had dried up, and only an old layer of skin was left to wrap the bones. This is a temple keeper dressed as a scholar, and although his clothes are old, you can still see that he is extraordinary.

"Judging from the clothes he wears, he should be a master of the Taishimen of the Northern Underworld Sect," the monk is well-informed.

There was a folding fan on the ground, which had been broken into several pieces, and it was completely useless.

The main hall is kept very intact, no matter how fierce the battle is, it can be seen that the creator is a great figure, and he can create such a large array to suppress all destruction, it can be said that except for the extreme weapon, no matter how much external force there is, it has no effect.

"Amitabha, it's not simple, it's created, it is estimated that there are people who want to use corpses to prove the Tao"

The fat monk kept nagging in his mouth, and the gods were chattering.

"Because there should have been no enlightenment, otherwise it wouldn't have been this scene"

The unscrupulous monk continued to talk to himself.

When Zhang Yixing heard this, he was also very shocked, and said with a corpse, this is such a channel, you can't reach the peak when you are alive, and you can't let yourself go when you die, this obsession is too deep, if he succeeds, this world will be suppressed for 13,000 years, and it will be difficult for the younger generation to make a difference.

The Extreme Dao can dominate this heaven and earth for more than 10,000 years, because the vitality of this heaven and earth is only enough for one person to preach, so the extreme people are all staggered existences.

"I'm going to see whose game this is"

The monk and Zhang and his entourage continued to move forward, along the way, the main halls were more majestic than the other, each one was more amazing than the other, and the ancient corpses guarding the temple were stronger than the other, all of them were former heroes, and they didn't know why they gathered in this underground city to become guardians.

The two of them passed through a total of nine halls, and came to the last hall gate, this hall is three times the others, the whole hall is very dazzling, the whole body is crystal clear, it is made of crystal, Zhang Yixing and the unscrupulous monk also swallowed saliva.

There is a fierce battle here, the people and horses of the sect are blocked here, there are very few Yin soldiers here, Zhang and his party counted, a total of eighty-one, all of them are ancient corpse soldiers, the costumes are ancient and weird, this crystal hall is very wide, even if it is crowded with more than 10,000 people, there is still a large open space, eighty-one guards the temple Yin will form a large array to guard this place very tightly, even if tens of thousands of people are blocked here, this hall can not be broken can not continue to move forward.

The battle has been white-hot, the young Zhuang faction of the major sects, the middle-aged level, and even the older generation have people to shoot, all kinds of Taoist magic weapons and secret techniques on the scene, all kinds of sparks, sparks continue to burst, shouting murder and shaking the sky, there are many screams, and people are constantly being killed, beaten into powder, and slapped into meat paste.

"Kill"

Zhang Xiaobao has already been killed, and there are only a few bandits left who came in with him, if it weren't for the reinforcements behind him, he would have been unable to hold on.

"Yikes"

The prince of the Eastern Emperor family has already been discarded and continues to fight, which is a training for him and a way to improve himself.

"Boom"

Zhang Erlang of the Zhang family had silver white hair fluttering and flying, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd, his eyes were closed at this time, only to see a vertical eye on his forehead slowly opened, bursting out with immeasurable golden light, and a yin general who fought was defeated and retreated, and his body was about to be penetrated, if it wasn't for the protection of a large array, he would have been shattered by him.

The eighty-one Yin generals seemed to be one with the entire hall, and even the people and horses of the major sects remained undefeated in such an impact, the battle did not stop, and it became even more intense, and the older generation also came to a few, all looking for weaknesses in the formation, so as to break through the iron bucket defense in one fell swoop.

"Pong"

The divine power of the armed god ape was undiminished, and the big iron rod in his hand hit the body of a yin general, making a dull sound, and the monkey hair all over his body stood up, opening and closing, and his divine power was unstoppable.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable"

The Holy Son of the Ziwei Sect has a little red eyebrows, dancing in the dust, reciting the Tao in his mouth, every move and style of his is full of the charm of the Tao, and there is a certain restraint effect on these Yin corpses.

Zhang and his entourage did not act rashly at this time, but hid with the unscrupulous monk and watched the entire battlefield.

"Knock, Knock, Drop"

The sound of the pipa flute, the lingering sound, such as the hollow valley orchid, melodious and beautiful, the holy son and saint of the ethereal palace are like a pair of beautiful people flying immortals, the two of them are fluttering in white with tacit understanding, and the piano and flute ensemble add another indescribable style to this cruel fighting battlefield.