About half a month after entering the Immortal Mountain, the scattered disciples of the Little Fire Sect gradually gathered together in the high-level risk area, this time point is not early or late, it is the time when many sect disciples gather to compete, the previous half moon is considered to be seeking opportunities, and now is the time to report to the group to keep warm, with the sect together, there are many people with great strength, and the opportunities found before are not afraid of being snatched by other sect disciples.

"Senior brother, there are nine people who have no trace yet. "The disciples of the Little Fire Sect are headed by Zhang Jishi, and at this time, one person counted the number of people, and the thirty people who originally came in are now only nine people left.

"It's okay, we will meet them sooner or later, I hope they don't run into the disciples of Chaotian Sect. Zhang Jishi looked at the people in front of him, and his heart was already quite comforted. Monsters are rampant in the Immortal Mountain, and monks and monks are fighting each other, so it is not bad to be able to gather so many people.

Without much thought, everyone continued to go deep into the Immortal Mountain. "Amitabha, where are you going?" After a while, a loud Buddha horn sounded in front of everyone.

"Senior brother, you are a member of the Buddhist Sect. Hearing the Buddha's name, a person beside Zhang Jishi reminded lightly.

"Nothing. Zhang Jishi looked at the group of Buddhist disciples flying in front of him, and said softly to the people around him, and then walked towards the Buddhist disciples.

"A little monk Yuanyi, why did you come?" There are more than 20 disciples of the Buddhist Sect, and the leader is a clean and bald head, dressed in a yellow monk's robe, about his early twenties, and quite handsome. This person is the son of the Buddha, the law name is Yuanyi, and he is also an old acquaintance in Zhang Jishi. The two of them are a Buddha, and they can't be called Taoist friends, Zhang Jishi is quite old, so he has always called him a small monk.

Yuan Yi came up and saluted Zhang Jishi. "Donor, the little monk sensed the breath of the donors from afar, so he came to visit. "A small monk is decent, but his cultivation is not weak.

"Little monk, how can you also enter this immortal mountain to compete for the opportunity?" The little monk was met by chance when he went to Gaoyun Country more than ten years ago, when the little monk was not the Buddha of the Buddha Sect, I didn't expect this trip to the Immortal Mountain, I could still meet the little monk, although the little monk is young, but a Buddha heart is extremely pious, and there is no distraction about external objects.

Buddhism is based in Gaoyun country, Buddhism is passed down, and people in the country all worship Buddhism, so there are many temples and monks, so Gaoyun country is called Gaoyun Buddha country by the world.

"Donor, the master told the little monk that there is a magic land in this immortal mountain, and there are flowers on the other side that the poor monk needs to use to condense the Buddha's appearance, so the little monk just entered this immortal mountain, one to ask for flowers, and the other to cross the demon. "The golden Buddha power on Yuanyi's body flows, holy and flawless.

"Have you got the little monk?" The little monk said that asking for flowers is asking for flowers, and saying that crossing the demon is crossing the demon, with the little monk's lotus-like Buddha heart, he naturally will not lie.

The little monk's face turned slightly red, and he said, "Donor, the middle of the demon land is dangerous, the little monk went to vain and returned, so he simply withdrew, but he didn't expect to meet the donor, so he ignited the idea again, and wanted to ask the donor to help." ”

"Hahahaha, it's really not easy for you, a little monk, to open your mouth to ask for someone. "There is a big difference between the two paths of cultivation of Buddha and immortals, immortal cultivators can only enter the soul condensing realm by condensing a Dao flower in the later stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, while Buddha cultivation must condense a Buddha before stepping into the next realm.

"The donor smiled!" Yuan Yi said and then called the Buddha horn.

I also know the little monk, and I have a good relationship with this Buddhist sect, which is beneficial and harmless to both the sect and myself. Zhang Jishi thought about it in his heart and looked at the little monk and said, "Little monk, if you say where the demon land is, I also want to find out, maybe we can encounter some other big opportunities." ”

"Thank you so much, donor! The little monk will take you to the demon land with me. The little monk bowed to the people of the Little Fire Sect, pronounced the Buddha name, and led the disciples of the Buddha Sect to lead the way for the people of the Little Fire Sect.

After the disciples of the Buddha Sect and the Little Fire Sect left, a group of people arrived at the place where the two sects were located, and the leader was a young man in a red robe, half of the young man's long hair grew arbitrarily, and the other half was tied by a hairband and fell on his back. Under the long hair was a handsome and emaciated face, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be dark, deep and bright.

After everyone fell, one of the young man's side sensed it, and said respectfully to the young man, "Holy Son, there is the breath left by the Buddha Sect here, and there is another breath that seems to be from the Little Fire Sect." ”

"Hmm, how can the Buddha Sect be with the Little Fire Sect?" The person beside him was extremely good at tracking breath, but the young man frowned slightly, and a cold aura spread. The disciples of the Buddha Sect have always been untainted by the world, how could they appear with the Little Fire Sect?

Seeing that the Holy Son frowned, and then felt the cold killing intent of the Holy Son, the disciple hurriedly knelt on the ground and said eagerly, "The Holy Son spares his life, what his subordinates said is true, these two breaths are bright and holy, only the disciples of the Buddha Sect have them, and the other breath is quite vague and light, which is the unique breath of the Little Fire Sect's inheritance technique "Spirit Codex". At this moment, this disciple did not dare to say such vague words as "seemingly" and "as if".

This disciple's name is Zhou Li, and he is a disciple of the late stage of the First Gathering Spirit of the Secret Sect, and he is also a person with a head and face in the Secret Sect, but he does not dare to be presumptuous in front of the red-robed young man.

The young man looked at Zhou Li, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, with contempt in his eyes. "Get up. After the young man finished speaking, he stopped caring about Zhou Li, who was kneeling on the ground, and led the others to fly forward.

Seeing the young man flying away, Zhou Li sat down on the ground, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but it was only a moment before he reined in, got up and chased after the team.

Linggang confronted the death qi, Wang Han escorted Xiao Jing all the way forward, and the surrounding death qi had completely materialized at this time, flowing around the two of them like water.

"How do you feel?" Xiao Jing watched the black aura emitted by the word "sacrifice" on Wang Han's forehead getting stronger and stronger, and couldn't help but worry in her heart.

"It's fine. ”

The two walked all the way forward, and walked for another few hundred meters. When you enter the valley, the surroundings are gray, but now it is hazy black. Wang Han's face was a little pale, and there was a black aura exuding from his forehead, although he had strong spiritual power, it was also a little difficult to support him when he walked here.

"Ah", just a few steps away, Xiao Jing exclaimed and grabbed Wang Han's hand.

"What's wrong with Senior Sister?"

Wang Han was startled by Xiao Jing's shout. "Look!" I saw Xiao Jing trembling and pointing in a direction, and looking in the direction Xiao Jing pointed, a white skeleton appeared there.

Hiss!

Skeletons are not scary, what is scary is that each skeleton kneels in one direction, "What are they worshipping?" Wang Han looked towards the end with curiosity in his heart, and suddenly a cold aura grew in his heart.

At the end of the skeleton were countless white flagpoles, with pieces of white cloth hanging on them, and at the top of the flagpole were white lanterns, and the white cloth and lanterns were black with the word "sacrifice". The white cloth and lanterns are windless and automatic, and the rows of skeletons below kneel on the ground, which is extremely weird.

"Senior sister, don't be afraid, let's go over and take a look!" Tremblingly holding Xiao Jing's hand, Wang Han walked in the direction where the skeleton was worshipping.

"It hurts me so much when you pinch, and why are your hands shaking so much?" Wang Han walked and walked, and Xiao Jing's voice sounded.

"I'm fine, my hand is a little crampy after holding the sword for a long time. ”

"Oh. ”

"This is the people of Chaotian Sect?" The skeletons were dressed in different costumes, and the two of them stepped into the group of skeletons, and saw clearly the clothes on one skeleton, which were obviously the same as the clothes of Yu Xi who was killed.

"No wonder the disciples of Chaotian Sect will have a map marking, and there is a cave mansion of the Immortal Road Xiaocheng powerhouse inside. But how did they get here? They have wind spirit beads, and their spiritual power is several times that of ordinary cultivators, and even Xiao Di and Li Qianshan can't get here!"

There was more than one person from Chaotian Sect, there were a few in front of them, and as for the other skeletons, they couldn't see where they came from.

There was no sound in the whole world, and the two could even hear each other's heartbeats, and the two walked slowly between the skeletons holding hands, and they didn't dare to gasp for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

Call~

Walking past the group of skeletons, the two exhaled a breath of turbid air and glanced at each other, both of them seeing a touch of relief in each other's eyes.

But after only a moment, Wang Han's glimmer of happiness was completely shattered, the intensity of the dead qi here was almost several times that of the outside, and the consumption of spiritual power exceeded several times that of Fang Cai.

"It's over!" The original dantian of dozens of zhang size was full of spiritual power, and it consumed about two-thirds of it along the way, but the current consumption speed may not be able to support it to reach the end, looking at the darkness ahead, there was no trace of the cave, Wang Han was anxious, and hurriedly took out the talisman bell.

"Let's control the talisman bell together!" "The spiritual power was still enough all the way before, and was swept away by the gray light of the black goat, Wang Han put it away, and at this time, he was almost exhausted, so he quickly took it out.

As the two of them injected the spiritual energy into the talisman bell together, the light blue shield was propped up around the two of them, and with the blessing of the spiritual weapon and Xiao Jing's help, the spiritual power consumption in the dantian slowed down a lot.

"It's too late to go back now, let's try our luck in front of us!"

"Good!"

Xiao Jing has never consumed anything, although the spiritual power in the middle stage of the spirit gathering is nothing compared to Wang Han's spiritual power, but it is better than nothing. The two worked together and moved quickly towards the front.

A group of kneeling skeletons appeared in front of the two again, but this time there were only thirty or forty skeletons, and the two did not stop and continued to move forward.

The deeper they went into it, the fewer and fewer skeletons they were prostrating, and the two of them walked for a while, only to see only one skeleton kneeling on the ground in front of them.

"There's nothing scary in there, is it?" I saw that in front of the skeleton was a huge altar, surrounded by white flagpoles and hung with countless white cloths. Above the altar was a huge sarcophagus! Endless dead air poured out from the altar under the sarcophagus, and the two of them were terrified when they saw it, Xiao Jing asked Wang Han tremblingly.

"Probably not, it should be the vitality of the two of us!"

The word "sacrifice" on his forehead flashed with this dazzling black light at this time, and Wang Han felt a strong call coming from the coffin.

"Let's go, let's get over quickly!" The dead air here could no longer be described as rich, and the light blue shield was already shaky at this time.

The two of them risked the shattering of the shield and successfully stepped on the altar.

"Open!"

Wang Han used all his strength to kick the lid of the sarcophagus.

"So hard?"

There was no reaction when he went up to the sarcophagus, and when Wang Han wanted to make up for another kick, suddenly the altar shook wildly. Countless black gases surged from the sarcophagus.

"Ahh

Wang Han let out an earth-shattering scream.