The sky of the Netherworld Realm will always hang a half-moon blood sun, day and night do not reincarnate, and time drifts by itself.

In a valley in the blood mist, several young men in golden holy robes gathered together, looking at the demon clan wrapped in pitch-black robes on the opposite side with unkind eyes, and no one moved.

"Senior Brother Jiang Lan, how to do it?" a man with big shoulders and a round waist and a thick yellow skin rolled his eyes and asked the young man on the side in a whisper.

The young man named Jiang Lan just squinted his eyes and glanced indifferently at the demon clan opposite, his face was calm, his right hand turned into a palm, and he gently pushed forward.

Several golden holy clothes on the left and right were not falling in the gesture of the young man, and suddenly the rabbit rose and fell, like a golden meteor falling to the demon crowd, and he didn't know when he had taken out a long sword with a broken blade in his hand, and fought wildly.

The young man stepped forward gently, seemingly a very slow pace, and stepped out of the group of demons in one step, the crimson short sword in his hand was like a blood-killing beast, and with a slight slash and a stab, the chests of the two stout demons on the left and right were flat and neat, as if the mortal builders were carved and polished, but there were strange red threads entwined up and down the flat wounds, and the chests of the two demons suddenly collapsed, and only a bunch of black robes were left in a few breaths.

The figure of the young man is non-stop, people are interspersed in the demon group like ghosts, after the tea kung fu, the more than ten demons all disappeared, leaving only a pile of black robes, and a wisp of green smoke from time to time under the black robe, as if to prove that the demons once appeared.

"Senior Brother Jiang's "Infinite Phantom Divine Skill" has improved again, and Yuan can no longer keep up with Senior Brother Jiang's style. Another young man looked at the black robe on the ground, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he said with a hint of envy.

"Senior Brother Yuan Beng praised it falsely, and Jiang also relied on the sharpness of the Amazing Sword to succeed quickly. The boy seemed modest, but his eyes were full of excitement and disdain.

"Ai, if you want Meng Mou to say, no matter how sharp the magic weapon is, it can only be used in the hands of a heroic young man like Senior Brother Jiang, who is proud of his peers, otherwise this sword with Meng Mou will at most exert three or two percent of its power. The young man with a big waist and a round waist opened his mouth with a big grin, which was very much like the young man surnamed Jiang.

"Senior Brother Meng Hu is too humble, these are just small sects in the Demon Domain, if you meet the people of the Demon Court and the Demon Palace of the Demon Clan, Jiang will also weigh it, for these small shrimps, of course, it is good to solve them as soon as possible, so as not to fall into the name of my Nanhua Holy Sect. The young man gently stroked the bright red dagger in his hand, and was a little reluctant to put it into the storage space.

Wilderness canyons, cliffs and cliffs, mountains are mountains of blood, water is also blood water, and even the raindrops falling from the sky are bright red blood rain.

Several young men with a cold and ghostly aura were licking the bloody knives in their hands, and two ghost clans showed their snow-white teeth and were crawling on the ground to bite the neck of the Terran lying on the ground.

"Alright, it's time to go. A young man with a pale face and a pale face, slightly baring his teeth, a shriveled chin, and slender fingertips opened his mouth a little impatiently.

When the ghost clan who was addicted to sucking heard this, a green flame came out of his palm, slapping on the two shriveled corpses, and the already shriveled corpses were wrapped in green flames and burned in a few moments.

"Emperor Shao, I heard that the Yin Wind of the Yin Clan has also entered the secret realm, do you want to join it? After all, the Terran monks in the secret realm have the advantage, and there are only a few entrances to my ghost clan, and the strength is a little weak. A pointy, thin-necked oni standing next to him whispered in a toothy scream.

"Hmph, my Cangming Ghost Clan is the emperor of the Ghost Clan, and the Netherworld Clan is not worthy of being wooed by this emperor, but if he is like-minded and falls under the command of this emperor, this emperor can also accept it. The ghost clan, who was respected as Emperor Shao, said disdainfully.

"What Emperor Shao said is true, but there are many demons in the secret realm, and there are countless yin souls, Chang You thinks that joining forces to fight against the two races is the best choice. The ghost clan who called himself Chang You shook his head, but still insisted on his opinion, as if Emperor Yu did not have too much fear, but several ghost clans next to him bowed their heads and remained silent.

"Okay, you and the high priest of Changyou are in the same mold, chattering all day long, and the emperor is also a father and son with unparalleled intelligence and good at making decisions. This emperor thinks that you are indecisive and lack the spirit of an emperor. Although Na Di Shao was a little impatient in his mouth, his tone did not mean the slightest insult and blame.

"Emperor Shao's words are true, the Changyou clan is a family of emperors, only good at judgment, good strategy, strategy, killing the enemy, and supporting the emperor, but they will not give birth to the spirit of the emperor. Na You Mingfeng bared his teeth slightly, and a seeping smile appeared on his face.

"The more you say, the more energetic you are, hurry up and explore the way, there is not much blood and milk, and this emperor can't be left behind. Emperor Shao didn't want to be entangled anymore, so he waved his slender arm and signaled to go.

Chang You shook his head slightly, didn't speak, and glanced at several ghost clans. The ghosts rushed out like rabbits and quickly disappeared in front of them.

In a shallow stream, a young man in a blue shirt was half-squatting by the stream, scooping blood and water in his hands, and groaning in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Feng, although I have picked a lot of third-order and fourth-order spirit grasses along the way, I have been killing bushes everywhere, not to mention that the Yin Soul Yin Soldiers are difficult to deal with, even those demons who occasionally meet are also bored. I don't know what to do next?" it was Luo Weilin who spoke, and he didn't know how the two got together, but at this time, he looked at the stream and said with a worried face.

"Senior Brother Luo, this secret realm is even more dangerous than we thought, and the next road will not be smooth. Feng Huanyu lowered his head and whispered, with no joy or sorrow on his face, as if he had seen through life and death.

"Senior Brother Feng didn't say it, Luo also knew. This time he fought with the demon clan, Luo also used the pressure box method to escape, and the last time he was entangled with the ghost, he also relied on his senior brother to save the day. Maybe Luo is a little arrogant, I'm afraid it's difficult to go out of this secret realm again. ”

Luo Weilin was a little lonely, but he didn't have much fear, as a member of the demon hunting team who had fought in the North Stygian Mountain for many years, he had already taken life and death very lightly.

"Feng is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, when Senior Brother Xu cultivated in the mortal realm, he was still able to face the two peak cultivators of the Demon Gate Spirit Realm alone, although Feng did not have great talent, but he could still do it with Senior Brother Luo. It's just that if he encounters a strong enemy again, Feng is also afraid that he can't help, and he hopes that Senior Brother Luo will be prepared. Feng Huanyu got up slowly, looking at the cliff on the other side with a firm look.

Luo Weilin tilted his head and glanced at the way he came, only to see that there seemed to be a little black shadow in the blood-hazy distance, and he couldn't help frowning, but he didn't speak, just lowered his head and muttered.

It has been two days since the Netherworld Secret Realm opened, and at this time, the secret realm has really begun to stage scenes of killing and felling, some people are alive and dead, some people are fleeing, some people are happy, and some people are sad.

At this time, Xu Feiyang felt a trace of sadness, he used the secret technique of "painting the ground as a prison and holding the yuan and guarding one" in "Concentrating on the Mind", using his divine consciousness as a guide, condensing into a barrier, sticking to the sea of knowledge, and he didn't know how many times he had endured the impact of the ghost.

Although the Yin Soul has the strength of the Yin Soldier, it has not yet given birth to the Divine Sense, but as the Yin Soul is one, it is of the same origin as the Divine Soul, although it cannot break through the cage, it also makes Xu Feiyang's Divine Soul shock, and he has lost all the perception outside his body, so he has to rely on instinct to fight to the death.

Yin Soul and Xu Feiyang's body continued to erode, and the other was firmly defensive, using the Zhihai Dantian as a position, and launched a tug-of-war and a war of attrition. The Yin Soul wants to consume Xu Feiyang's True Yuan and make him dry and fall, so that it can take the opportunity to invade the Sea of Consciousness and succeed in possession. Xu Feiyang didn't wait for the Heavenly Killing Silk to gradually eat away at the Yin Soul and let it die out on its own.

Perhaps the Yin Spirit really couldn't hold on, and after a few collisions, it gradually retreated to the meridians and spread to the arms.

Xu Feiyang had lost the perception of his limbs since the Yin Soul entered his body, but the Heavenly Killing Sword in his hand had not slackened in the slightest.

When the Yin Spirit invaded the arm, a trace of Yin Qi spread to the palm of the hand along with the meridians of the left hand, and then touched the Heavenly Killing Sword.

However, what no one could have imagined was that when he sensed the yin qi flowing and leaking out in his body, the Heavenly Killing Sword suddenly shook, and the twenty-eight Heavenly Killing Silk that was wrapped around the Heavenly Killing Sword entered with the palm of his hand, returned to his body, and surged into the meridians. The slightest trace of yin qi met the silk of heavenly killing, and soon became nourishment.

When the Yin Soul found that dozens of Heavenly Killing Threads suddenly burst out of the alien body, the two little black beans opened their eyes round and round, as if they had seen something incredible, and they wanted to escape from their bodies in horror.

It's just that it's easy to get in, but it's so hard to get out. Twenty-eight silver filaments combined with the four silver filaments that were originally wound around its body actually imprisoned it firmly in the meridians, and then swarmed up, quickly engulfing the Yin soldier, and the thirty-two silver filaments split into thirty-five, a full increase of three silver filaments.

At the moment when the yin spirit disappeared, Xu Feiyang sensed the outside world again, while the three yin soldiers in the distance were still huddled together to resist the swallowing of the silver thread.