The height of the Mangxue Mountain is displaced, the ups and downs, the mountain cliffs and mountains are staggered, and the mountain roads and cliffs are vertical and horizontal. The cliff wall is blood-colored and thick vines, the valley recesses and streams are rippling, and the whole mountain is filled with blood mist, and the eyes cannot see.

It has been two months since the opening of the Netherworld Secret Realm, and there are still four months before the blood mist has dissipated, at this time, only the young man in Tsing Yi stood in front of the blood mist with his brows tightly wown, listening to the sound of "woo" coming from the depths of the blood mist, I don't know if it was the valley wind blowing, or the yin soul breathing.

"Although he can't see, his divine sense can sense a range of thirty meters deep in the blood mist. The Yin Soul enters the body with the aura of heavenly killing to guard and devour, and the cold gas erodes the silver filament to disperse, and now I am worried that even if the blood shadow in the depths of the blood mist does not know what kind of Yin Soul or alien creature it is. The young man in Tsing Yi hesitated, his face full of hesitation.

Although he had already made up his mind, he had to be cautious and hesitate in the face of the choice between life and death.

"Young master, there is Mangxue Mountain in front of you, but the blood mist is long, let's wait for the blood mist to dissipate before stepping in. At this time, on the top of a mountain cliff, a gray-clothed young man pointed to the blood mist in the distance and said to the sick young man holding a white bone fan in front of him.

The sick young man looked at the emaciated figure, with a pale face, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and he kept beating the palm of his left hand with a bone fan in his right hand, his eyebrows were locked, and he looked into the distance and muttered silently.

"yes, there really were aliens who rushed here first. The sick young man lowered his head for a moment, and suddenly saw a young man in green clothes in the recess of the mountain below who was about to step into the blood mist, and suddenly his face showed a look of surprise.

"Young Master of the Yin Wind, how can there be a foreign race?" another gray-spirited old ghost asked in a shrieked voice.

"Old Borage, can't you remove the word 'yin wind' from Ben Shao? The corners of the sickly young man's mouth were crooked, and he scolded a little angrily.

"Yes, the young master of Yin Feng, my subordinates know. The old ghost clan bowed his head and said.

"You... , you rammer, Ben Shao really brought a stupid ghost out. The sick young man pointed a finger in his hand, and said a few words in a hurry, but he never said other hard words.

"Old Borage, there is a mountain recess, it seems to be a human boy. Yes, he actually forced his way through the blood mist? What is his intention for the human race to go to Mangxue Mountain? How can a small human race have the ability to break through the blood mist?" Another gray-robed young man stepped forward and was respectfully whispering to the old ghost clan, but he was surprised to see that the alien race below had already stepped into the blood mist.

"Oh? Wonderful, Young Master of Yin Wind, do you want to keep up?" The old man named Borage asked with a fiery glint in his eyes.

This time, the sick young man did not quarrel with him, but slapped the bone fan in his hand back and forth in the palm of his hand, and muttered for a while, as if he had made up his mind, and said: "Break in! Bloodthirsty Milk Ben Shao is bound to win, and no one can compete with Ben Shao." ”

"Young master, but I can't see in the blood mist, and there is a blood shadow hiding, I'm afraid that there will be many dangers. The ghost clan youth glanced at the blood mist in the distance and said with some concern.

"Hmm, are you questioning Ben Shao's decision?" The young man who originally seemed to be sick suddenly flashed green flames in his eyes at this time, and the bone fan in his hand stopped slapping, and he turned his head to stare at the young ghost clan and asked softly.

The young ghost clan suddenly felt cold all over his body, and the ghost mist rose, as if he would die at any time, and suddenly fell to his knees, and said in a wailing voice: "The young master forgives, the young master forgives, the subordinates dare not be disobedient, and the subordinates immediately break through the blood mist." ”

"Young Master Yin Feng, this is the time to employ people, it is not appropriate to damage your own guards, let him lead the way in front. The old ghost clan glanced at the young ghost clan who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, and glanced at the dozen or so ghost clans following behind him, and said lightly.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, thank you for your forgiveness, my subordinates are willing to explore the way. The young man of the ghost clan turned over and knelt down in front of the old man and the ghost clan, constantly kowtowing.

The sick young man frowned, although he was a little displeased that the young man of the ghost clan did not ask for his grace of not killing, but he did not have much dissatisfaction, after all, their biggest reliance on this trip was this old man.

The old man was originally an elder of the priest hall of the Netherworld, and his cultivation had already arrived at the realm of the infant ghost king, and due to the delay in breaking through, there was not much left of Shouyuan, in order to protect his trip to the secret realm, he forcibly dissolved his cultivation and descended to the realm of ghost soldiers.

Although his cultivation has declined, his methods against the enemy and his experience in dealing with the enemy are not comparable to the ordinary ghost soldier level, even if he is conceited in the yin wind, he has to be soft in front of the old man. However, this person just has a problem, a tendon and a dead brain, how many times have he said that he should not mention his "yin wind" name outside, although he promised it, but never corrected it.

The Young Master of Yin Wind nodded, indicating silence. The prostrate ghost youth picked up and walked towards the blood mist in the distance.

A dry ghost clan followed, and the sick young man glanced at the tumbling blood mist, and as soon as the story began, he strode in. Only the old man stood in front of the ghost mist, looked carefully, and then turned around and took a deep look at a mountain cliff and gorge in the distance, the green flame in his eyes suddenly rose, and then disappeared in an instant, following the path into the blood mist as if nothing happened.

After the old man ghost clan stepped into the blood mist, in the direction of his gaze, in a small crack in the cliff wall, five pitch-black figures wearing blood-colored transparent tulle slowly stood up, and the leader was a young man wearing pitch-black armor and a dark helmet, his brows were furrowed, looking at the direction of the ghost clan's departure from a distance, silent.

"Major General, that man seems to have discovered our hiding place. A man in armor said with a solemn look in his eyes.

"That's how it should be. I didn't expect that there were such strong people among the ghost clan, and the strength of the ghost soldiers could actually see through the aura of the demon treasure blood shadow veil. The young general also said with some solemnity.

"Then the young general, how do we deal with ourselves now?, do we follow suit, or do we sit back and wait for the blood mist to dissipate?" the armored man asked in a harmonious voice.

"Left Wolf Protector, what do you think?" the young general asked, looking at a young man next to him.

The young man who had been silent stepped forward, slapped his hand on the armor on his body twice, and said with a contemptuous smile: "The young general must have already made up his mind, so why should he ask the left wolf! As a guard of the demon army, I was ordered by the general of the demon court to accompany the young general here to obtain bloodthirsty milk refining divine skills, even if the old man of the ghost clan is a venerable figure, the demon army is resolutely not afraid!"

"Hahaha, the Left Wolf Protector is right. As the guards of the Demon Court, we will fight the world in the future, and the demon clan is also a race trampled by the demon army, so how can we be afraid. Pass the order down, follow the general to the left side of the blood mist, although not afraid of the ghost clan, but before the blood milk is obtained, try not to cause extraneous branches. The young general laughed three times, and said majestically somewhere on the cliff in his hand.

"Order! Wucang listened to the order, and ordered the thirty-two demon troops on the right to open the way, the twelve armies on the middle to protect the major general, and the fifty-six demon troops on the left to be escorted by you. With a wave of his hand, the Left Wolf Protector gave an order to the young man of the Demon Army who was standing beside him.

"Order!" the young man of the demon army clenched his fists and bowed his head, then turned around and took out a pitch-black flag, on which was painted a statue of a demon sitting in a golden hall.

With the waving of the magic flag, a hundred demon armies wearing armor suddenly appeared out of the cliff behind, one by one, majestic, walking neatly, several leaps to the cliff, all standing together, stepping on the top of the mountain, a earth-shaking momentum spread.

"Listen to the order!" Wu Cang gave an order, and the demon army below stood still in unison, and even his breath disappeared at this moment.

"The thirty-two demon armies on the right road, Governor Shiyi led the team to march eighty miles to the left of the blood mist to open the way; although the twelve demon armies on the middle road escorted the major general on the left, the remaining fifty-six demon armies followed the general to protect the formation. Let's go!" As soon as Wucang's voice fell, the hundred demon armies shouted:

"Order!"

The sound was like a torrent of waves, shaking the mountains regrettably, and even the scattered ghosts that were not far away were shocked and retreated.

The demon army marched in an orderly manner, and soon disappeared into the blood mist, making the already churning blood mist even more churning.