Everyone present remained silent, even the wind howling.

He just looked at the towering door, and he didn't know what was behind the door when it opened.

Yan Gexing looked at the very unique wind howl standing there, and remembered the origin of the wind howl that he was delusional about, this is indeed a tricky opponent.

Mo Jiyu and his senior brother and sister stood together, and several people just looked at the door and did not leave.

After waiting for a while, when the sun's rays shone completely on the entire Lingsong platform, there was finally a slight movement in the door.

The door slowly opened a thin slit, and a large amount of golden light and mist suddenly emerged from the slit.

Mo Jiyu raised his hand and looked at his wrist, which was constantly absorbing the golden light and slowly beginning to heal, and pursed his lips.

It seemed that this golden light was effective for those who had become gods, but when she saw the monks in some pain because of the golden light and mist, she deeply felt how deep the malice was.

Although Lin Wangyue and the others were not so uncomfortable, they also felt a little uncomfortable, but they looked at the senior sister's very indifferent and completely unaffected appearance, and had a trace of suspicion.

Looking at the puzzled look of the senior brother and sister, Mo Jiyu hurriedly pinched the sound and told the senior brother and sister what he knew.

The corners of several people's mouths stiffened when they heard that they were going to receive seventy-seventy-nine thunderbolts.

They remembered that there was once a great power that was about to be obtained, that is, they were cut by a few thunderbolts, and their cultivation was completely wasted, and they became a wasted person.

With their current cultivation, there is no way to compete with this so-called Dao, and everyone understands the unfinished meaning of the senior sister, and they are not the one who was chosen.

Fortunately, they are not interested in becoming gods at all, it is better to honestly spend their lives on the waves of the immortal cultivation world.

Lin Zhize slowly raised a smile, he didn't have any interest in these immortal ascension paths at all, but now that he knew that it was impossible for everyone to become gods, he became happier in his heart, anyway, everyone was the same.

Yan Gexing looked at what Mo Jiyu was talking to her senior brother and sister, and deeply doubted that Mo Jiyu had told them about this godhood, otherwise they would not have looked so relieved.

The crack in the door that opened was getting bigger and bigger, and countless golden lights and white mist surrounded the Lingge platform, obscuring all of Rao's vision.

Everyone could only grope in this golden light and white mist, and they didn't stop until there was an exclamation.

Upon closer inspection, the voice was gone.

Everyone couldn't help but cheer up the spirit of twelve, and groped more cautiously in this white mist and golden light.

It wasn't until the second and third screams were heard that everyone felt the danger approaching them.

In this golden white mist, he couldn't use his spiritual power at all, and could only rely on the strength of his own body to walk in this golden white mist.

Mo Jiyu stepped on something under his feet, and made a crisp sound.

She lowered her head and frowned fiercely, she actually stepped on a white bone, and looked at the fresh flesh and blood scattered around the white bone, this corpse should have just existed.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, picked up a nearby twig and began to flip the clothes on the bone.

Traces of destruction were seen in the dantian of the corpse, and it was clear that the corpse had been dug up.

She tossed the branch aside and stood up, watching the movement around her.

She suddenly grasped the Ice Condensation Sword in her hand and stabbed it in one direction, only to feel the Ice Condensation Sword inserted into a place, she slammed the sword back, and looked at the blood that was solidified on the Ice Condensation Sword was green.

It was clearly not the blood of a monk, nor the blood of ferocious beasts and evil beasts, so something must have escaped from the door.

She couldn't help but clench the Ice Condensation Sword even more, and was about to go to find her senior brother and sister to meet, but she didn't expect a person to suddenly attack her back, she quickly turned around and used the Ice Condensing Sword to resist, but she was still beaten back by that person and took several steps back.

Mo Jiyu hurriedly raised his head to look at this person who was a lot taller than himself and was hidden in the golden light and white mist, and asked in a low voice, "Wind howling?"

The tall man hidden in the crowd didn't speak, he just struck in the direction of Mo Jiyu with another palm.

Mo Jiyu hurriedly took a few steps back, avoiding the tall man's attack, but heard another sword from beside him

She hurriedly ran to the place where the scream came from, and found a strangely dressed person in pitch black holding the dagger that exuded a rich dead aura and stabbed deeply into the monk's dantian, digging out the dantian.

Mo Jiyu hurriedly held the Ice Condensation Sword and attacked the person covered in darkness, and a sword pierced Na Rao's back from behind, piercing the entire abdomen, but found that he was just piercing a cloud of air.

The pitch-black man slowly disappeared from his sword, and recondensed into a complete human form not far away, not affected by the Ice Condensation Sword at all.

Mo Jiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a flame stone from the bracelet and lit it, and threw it at the pitch-black human form.

The figure simply patted the flame on his left arm, and the flame faded away, causing no damage to the pitch-black figure at all.

Mo Jiyu couldn't help but ask the dog son in his mind: What is this black thing?

The dog son carefully scanned his database, and finally came to a conclusion: this seems to be what the hell is stiff.

Mo Jiyu: What the hell?

Dog Son: According to the demon zombie, he was able to dig the monk's dantian and transform it into the spiritual power that the master needed to suck it.

Mo Jiyu: Is this thing an evil thing?

Dog Son: Yes, I just don't know who these ghost lords are?

Mo Jiyu sneered, and knew who the owner of these ghost zombies was by thinking about it with his toes, but solving the ghost zombies now was the most important thing.

So she continued to ask the dog son in her mind: Is there any way to solve this ghostly stiffness?

The dog son searched his database again: since this thing is an evil thing, then you have to come up with something that can purify the evil thing.

Mo Jiyu: Then now let's go there and find something to purify the evil.

Dog Son: I don't know.

Mo Jiyu could only watch as his sword momentum of attacking the ghost zombie fell through step by step, and the tall man behind him kept approaching.

She had no choice but to abandon the ghost and run away to another place.

As she fled, she couldn't help but look at the door, and saw the pitch-black figure gushing out of the door, and bit her lower lip hard.