As the dark clouds rolled, a blurred scene appeared around the cliff, a dilapidated temple, and the sound of Buddha singing like a bell could be heard in the temple.

(diàn) A vague scene of an urn city in the distance appeared, a hundred zhang high pitch-black city wall, dead air permeated the entire city, suddenly a black light flew out, and between breaths, a small banner appeared in the air.

The pitch-black pole and the red flag, embroidered with the word Netherworld, hit the small banner with a black light, and the three-foot-long small banner was magnified countless times in an instant.

The barrel-thick pole is unfathomably high, a huge banner stretches for thousands of zhang, and the house-sized netherworld character (shè) emits a black light, shrouding the place with the town as the center for dozens of miles.

"Nether Banner!" The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the scene in the air, stood up, his face was solemn, his robe was windless, the long-sleeved drum (dàng), the Dao crown was crooked, and the long hair was floating, as if the Dao crown would be swept away at any time.

The turtle the size of a copper coin next to the middle-aged Taoist priest (shēn) let out an inaudible dragon groan, and a ray of light swirled around, and the small turtle grew to the size of a house, and the little turtle actually had a dragon head turtle (shēn) phoenix tail.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stepped on the back of the turtle, there was a loud noise, the smoke and dust rolled, the earth trembled, and the mountain-like turtle flew up with the wind.

The storyteller under the tree looked at the vision in the sky, his face was solemn, the folding fan shook gently, and the four big characters of thick ink on the past and the present shone brightly.

"It seems that there are a lot of variables, Firefly Yan dares to compete with Haoyue, form a good fate, and wait and see what happens!"

The storyteller glanced at Luo Yu, smiled slightly, folded his fan, and a few big characters about the past and the present flew out a trace of rhyme, flying into Luo Yu's heart.

Luo Yu frowned slightly, as if there was a long river flowing in the bottom of his heart, looking at the spiritual platform inside, there were only circle ripples, and the ripples spread out quickly and slowly, and sometimes they stopped for a moment.

After a while, the invisible river seemed to flow backwards, and the ripples changed from big to small.

"The Art of Time and Space!" After a moment, Luo Yu suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, where the storyteller under the tree smiled and nodded at him.

Luo Yu hurriedly bowed to the storyteller, Luo Yu didn't understand why this great sage wanted to pass on such a secret technique to himself, he knew that he was with Suifeng, and Suifeng hurt him.

The world is unpredictable!

The storyteller folded his hands and saluted back, and this scene was seen by Suifeng, who raised his eyebrows slightly and said disdainfully: "This group of readers are like lonely widows, looking around, just to see whose quilt is warm, whose (chuáng)!"

The storyteller's eyes froze, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and with a wave of his folding fan, a golden river slanted into the sky, and he stepped on the long river, and in a blink of an eye, a golden wave in the long river swept him into the river and turned into nothingness.

Hearing Suifeng's words, Luo Yu roughly guessed what it meant, as if the storyteller was indecisive and made a good relationship for himself, but he didn't want to completely stand on his side and be the enemy of the Wu clan.

Seeing the storyteller disappear into the golden river, no matter what, if he doesn't oppose himself in preaching his own Dao, then he is not his enemy, he respectfully bowed his hand to the void and thanked him.

When he looked up, the dark clouds filled with dead air pressed down, only ten zhang from the ground, and the ghosts shuttled through the dark clouds, with a terrible cry, (yīn) the wind roared, and the dead air filled the whole world.

If you look at the town from the outside world, it has completely become a netherworld, without a trace of life.

Quack!

(yīn) The cold and unpleasant voice came from the coffin sedan chair, the coffin sedan chair rose to the sky, fell in the dark clouds, and endless ghosts flew towards the sedan chair, kneeling down ten zhang away from the sedan chair, looking like a thousand ghosts and a dynasty.

"No wonder it's not yet in the realm of the Great Sage, it is so arrogant, it turns out that it can connect to the Netherworld, and that Hua (shēn) can also control such a divine weapon!" Sui Feng sneered, and the whole person stood on the treetops, and the extremely thin branches did not have a sense of weight, and naturally hung down.

In the distance, the mountain-like turtle carried the middle-aged Taoist priest and flew not far away from Suifeng, who glanced at him with disgust on his face, and his eyes showed disdain.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was not angry, but smiled faintly and said, "Senior brother, this is not the real Netherworld Banner, but the phantom shadow of the Netherworld Banner!

Sui Feng rolled his eyes, as if to say, Lao Tzu has already seen it, and he still needs you to remind him.

"That short black and fat man, you haven't come back yet, do you want to be reincarnated as a pig?" said lightly with the wind.

When Luo Yu saw the urn city, he was heartbroken, and hurriedly flew towards the two of them, saluted the middle Taoist priest, and said, "Thank you seniors for your advice!"

Li Bagua Fei (ròu) trembled, and hurriedly flew back, although the words of Sui Feng were unpleasant, but he was also furious when he saw such a formation.

Hundreds of monks in the formation also flew out, one by one, as if they were facing a great enemy, and the air was filled with dead air, which was for the immortal cultivators, the aura they needed, the dead qi would destroy the Dao base.

The monks felt that their souls began to vibrate, as if they were about to leave their bodies, and they were terrified.

Seeing that the whole world was completely shrouded in dead air, and the black light trapped the whole town, a monk rose to the sky, and just about to come into contact with the dark clouds, dozens of powerful ghosts rushed up, and before the monk could sacrifice his weapon, he was entered by the powerful ghosts, completely lost his popularity, and became a (yīn) soldier.

When everyone saw the tragic situation of this monk, their hearts were like ashes, like frightened birds scattered and flew into the distance, dozens of streamers flew in all directions, but when they touched the light curtain on the periphery of the town, blood light (shè) came out.

The screams were incessant, echoing in the heavens and the earth, and the monks all turned into soldiers (yīn) and flew towards the coffin sedan chair, completely losing their vitality.

Seeing this scene, the remaining monks, their faces were pale, their hearts were like ashes, they gathered together, sacrificed magic weapons one by one, and formed a temporary alliance, and only cooperation could have a chance.

Luo Yu looked at the dozens of (yīn) soldiers who suddenly appeared, his back was cold, and his palms were sweaty, this witchcraft was too weird.

"Hmph! 一缕分 (shēn), is it possible to really think that you are invincible! Lao Tzu stretches his muscles!" With the wind snorting coldly, looking at the giant banner in the air, he said coldly.

"Senior brother, be careful! for my brother to help you break this Ten Thousand Ghost Formation!" The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned slightly, looked at Sui Feng and said lightly.

"Heh, Lao Tzu uses you to help!" Sui Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth and sneered.

Call!

The wind blew, and the endless ghosts jumped down from the dark clouds and rushed towards the monks in the town, like a tide, and the terrifying ghosts of the forest, stretched out their claws that flashed with black light, opened their mouths to show their sharp teeth, and threw themselves towards the monks (shēn).

Ordinary monks have never seen such a battle, the male monk's face was pale with fright, the female monk's face was pale with fright, her soul was scattered, and the timid were scared to death on the spot.

The magic weapon flew all over the sky and beckoned to the ghost, and the terrible screams kept coming, which was terrifying.

The ghosts were very spiritual, dodging a wave of magic weapons, several ghosts rushed into the shield, burrowed into the bodies of several monks, and then the magic weapons in the crowd lit up, and a scream came, and the monks exploded their nests, and all of them flew out in all directions.

The crowd was furious, brandishing the magic weapon in their hands to hit the ghosts, and at the same time, they had to guard against the monks beside them, and they were all tired, crying without tears.

is a fellow traveler, why is it too anxious to fry each other.

There are constantly people who are seized by the ghosts, and those who have not succeeded are even more ferocious, with green light in their eyes, looking at everyone greedily, as long as they occupy a body, it is equivalent to having a body (shēn) and being reborn.

Luo Yu and Li Bagua looked at the chaotic crowd in the distance, their backs were cold, the two were back to back, Luo Yu held a white long sword, and Li Bagua held a peachwood sword.

Dozens of powerful ghosts besieged the two, and every time Luo Yu swung his sword, he slashed out a white rainbow, smashing the rushing ghosts, and let out a terrible scream.

Li Bagua pinched the talisman in his left hand and held the peachwood sword in his right hand, the wooden sword was four (shè), and the short and fat (shēn) hand was vigorous, and the moment the powerful ghost touched the peachwood sword, it turned to ashes.

The shouts of killing, the screams of misery, resounded in the sky, and this place has become a purgatory on earth.

With a cup of tea, most of the hundreds of monks in the town turned into soldiers (yīn), gathered around the coffin sedan and were ready to rush at any time.

The monks who were not attached (shēn) were all pale and blood-red, and many of them watched their friends and relatives turn into soldiers (yīn) and kill them, and they were very complicated in their hearts, and they endured the pain in their hearts.

With relatives, to (ài), friends draw swords against each other, this torment, is devastating.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes twitched, his right hand made a sword, and all the bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube flew out, and the bamboo sticks were instantly enlarged to dozens of zhang long.

Dozens of huge bamboo sticks, like streamers, shattered inch by inch in the void where they passed, and dozens of (yīn) soldiers played magic weapons to block them.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The sound of golden strikes came, and one after another streamers (shè) went out, and those magic weapons flew out upside down the moment they touched the bamboo sticks, and some of them were broken and turned into ashes on the spot.

The bamboo skewer castration is unabated, and at the same time it is split towards the coffin sedan chair, the green light is sheng, the coffin sedan chair is instantly split by the bamboo skewer, the sawdust flies, and a black light flies out, straight into the sky.

A rickety black-robed old man stood under the giant banner and looked at Luo Yu with a hideous expression.

Sou!

Watching the black-robed old man fly into the sky, Sui Feng finally made a move, he pointed his sword at the emerald green gourd, and an extremely bright white light flew out of the gourd.

A small white sword three inches long was wrapped in the white light, and with a cold snort in the wind, the small sword instantly enlarged to three feet long.

This is the sword with the wind, hidden in the wine gourd, rising from the ground with the wind, holding the three-foot long sword, with a sword roar, the three-foot long sword roared, and split a thousand zhang white rainbow, straight to the black-robed old man and the giant flag.

The black-robed old man turned (shēn) and was about to fly, but the white rainbow was too fast, and it came in an instant, cutting the black-robed old man in half, and the white rainbow was castrated, and slashed on the thick black banner pole of the bucket.

Zheng!

The fire light is four, the heavens and the earth tremble, the wind howls, the bricks and tiles fly, and the dark clouds are blown open one by one.

"Kunlun Xu! Mole Ant! Huh!" A cold snort came from the depths of the urn city, and the voice was ancient, as if it came from the ancient times across the long river of time.