The dark clouds in the sky had not dispersed, and the purple lines of the Dao continued to fall into the old man's projection, and the heavenly power and prohibition made those slightly recovered addresses tremble on the ground.

Ten breaths later, the old man's breath fell back to the peak of spirit building, and the clouds and mist above gradually dispersed.

The old man looked up at the blood sun in the sky, and muttered to himself: "This blood day is still as cold as this, and I don't know if the Netherworld Heavenly Venerable has died." ”

Li Huang saw that Tianwei had disappeared, so he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, stood up tremblingly, walked in front of the old man's phantom, clasped his fists and saluted respectfully, and said: "Thank you for the arrival of the ancestor, it is all Huang'er's incompetence, and he almost died here with the disciples of all the sects, and he also disturbed the old man's cultivation." ”

Everyone who could get up stood up and saluted, and those who couldn't also said respectfully: "Thank you Hall Master Li for saving your life!"

Only then did the old man lower his head, and his illusory arm patted Li Huang's shoulder gently, and said softly: "Huang'er doesn't have to blame himself, this ghost clan is the realm of the Yin Netherworld Clan's Infant Ghost King Realm Descending to the Secret Realm, where is the realm of the spirit building realm of Er, it is not bad to be able to hold on for so long." ”

"The ancestor is considerate, and Huang'er knows it. Huang'er is really ashamed, leading his disciples into the secret realm, and now there are only thirty-three junior brothers left, in the fight with the alien race and the strange fighting of the Yin soldiers, fifty-five junior brothers were killed and injured, ashamed of the trust of the sect, and even more disappointed by the ancestors. Li Huang lowered his head, his face full of grief and indignation, and told the phantom of the old man in front of him what he had encountered.

"Okay, Huang'er, the road is alone, and you need to go through all kinds of tribulations. The disciples did not have enough chances to die here, and it is no wonder that others. The old man is projected in this secret realm for a short time, so let's help you dispel the evil aura first, otherwise it will take some years for you to recover on your own. The old man shook his head, then interrupted Li Huang's narration, and said directly.

Then the old man walked to Li Yuqing's side, stared at him a few times, nodded, and said lightly: "Yuqing, although you have been fostered since you were a child, it was done by outsiders without the family's knowledge, you don't have any resentment against the family." Only if you can behave well, the family will do their best. ”

When Li Yuqing heard this, he was shocked, stood aside tremblingly, and hurriedly clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Yuqing doesn't dare, Yuqing has always been trained by those past experiences, and has never dared to have any resentment against the family, please rest assured." ”

"Hmm. Everyone has their own fate, the old man sees that you have good qualifications, courage and strategy, as long as you practice hard and experience the Dao heart, you will definitely make a difference in the future. The old man said lightly.

"Thank you for the ancestor's advice, Yuqing must stick to his original intention and devote himself to the Tao. Li Yuqing bowed down and replied respectfully.

"Okay, let's stop chatting with you. The disciples sat cross-legged, and the old man dispelled the evil aura for you. As he spoke, he began to change the magic tricks, helping to point out the yin qi on his body one by one.

There is a mountain peak in the south of the Netherworld Secret Realm, hundreds of zhang high, and the peaks are spread in the form of slopes, and several low mountains are spread in a row. There is lava spewing and flowing here all year round, and the top of the mountain is full of smoke and flames.

The whole mountainside was covered with fist-sized stones, and the mountainside and those small hills were full of potholes, and sometimes you could catch a glimpse of some karst caves, in which flames curled and magma tumbled.

In such a harsh environment, piles of shrubs still grow on the mountainside, and occasionally you can see fiery red trunks that are ten meters high. Strangely, when the lava sprayed on the bushes and tree trunks, they did not burn like the trees outside, but the shrubs and tree trunks shimmered, and the magma suddenly cooled down and rolled down the mountainside into stones.

At this time, on the top of a mountainside, a young man in Tsing Yi wiped the beads of sweat on his head with one hand, and held a silver long sword with the other hand to chop the trunk.

"This flame wood is a rare fire attribute material, if it is sold to the outside world, I am afraid that every foot can sell thousands of spirit stones. But here it is everywhere, and no one has cut it down. The young man in Tsing Yi muttered to himself.

After leaving the Wugu Cliff, he drove the flying shuttle over non-stop, and walked around the caves, but found no strange fire except for the molten lava that was tumbling everywhere. Seeing this mountain full of flame wood, he had to retreat to the next best thing and began to work as a woodcutter. But after the cut, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

With the sharpness of the Heavenly Killing Sword, coupled with the assistance of its strong physical strength, each sword could only be cut half an inch thick, and each one of them actually needed to be chopped for an hour.

On the day I came here, I could only get fifteen Flame Woods, and I still had to repair them after I got tired halfway through the process. If those ordinary monks come here, they are afraid that each one will need to be chopped for more than a day before they can have a chance to obtain one, no wonder no one comes here to find this opportunity.

The young man in Tsing Yi raised the long sword in his hand, and was about to chop the flame wood that was about to break again, when his expression suddenly moved, he looked up at the gray shadow flying rapidly in the distance, and couldn't help frowning, took out the hidden veil to cover his whole body, and jumped into a bush pile to hide his figure.

The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and it was a man with a pale face, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, a cold feeling flowing from his body, and a trace of pain in his eyes.

In the process of escaping for his life, he tried various methods to get rid of the cold and ice power in his body, but in vain, he triggered the cold qi to invade the heart and lungs dantian, making his breath poor.

He pondered for a long time and found that only by finding the place of flame and baking it with the power of earth fire could he get rid of the cold in his body.

After a search, it was found that there was a beacon volcano in the southern area, where the flames were curling all year round, and the magma was splashing, and the power of the earth fire was definitely good, but it was a good place to get rid of the cold ice.

So he rushed at full speed, and now the spiritual power in his body was empty, and his whole breath was a little sluggish, and the cold in his body was raging, and it looked like he had run out of oil.

"Fortunately, there are no spiritual objects here, and no outsiders generally come here to hunt for treasures, otherwise in this state, I am afraid that there will be some trouble. The old man of the ghost clan secretly thought about it in his heart, and suddenly thought of the old man of the human race, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"This time it was completely planted, first I was played by that Terran boy, and then I was bullied by the Terran power. I hated it, why was this king so lucky? He was teased by the Terrans several times. I hate it, that Terran kid is still at large at this time, but this king has become so unbearable, out of the secret realm, I don't know if there is a chance to repay the shame of this bone?"

The old man of the ghost clan thought about it, but he was in tears, and his face was full of unwillingness.

Xu Feiyang, who was not far away, looked at the scene in front of him, his brows furrowed, and his heart was even more mixed, and his luck was uneven.

"Why is this old ghost here? Looking at its appearance, it seems that it has suffered a heavy blow. But why did he cry alone, could it be that he remembered something sad?" Xu Feiyang secretly speculated in his heart that ordinary cultivators have the saying of "bleeding without tears", and this is the first time he has seen a cultivator cry.

Xu Feiyang's face was silent, and his face was hesitant. It stands to reason that he won't have time to hide this old ghost, and he will definitely not take the initiative to provoke it. But at this time, the old ghost was in a sluggish state, and it was a good time to take advantage of his illness to kill him, and it was not like such a miss.

He remembered the old man's pursuit of him vividly, and he met a Terran disciple on the way, but he heard that an old man of the ghost clan was asking about him. As expected, this is the right person. He didn't believe that this old ghost wanted to invite him to tea and chat, he must have been angry in his heart, and he kept looking for and killing.

"Wealth is in danger. If you don't get rid of it at this time, I'm afraid that you won't have a chance to get rid of this old ghost in the future. The young man in Tsing Yi thought secretly in his heart, his eyes became cold, his body bowed tighter, and his breath was all restrained, like a hidden beast, just waiting for the prey to enter the predation range, he would launch the most chilling attack.