One after another ghost fire yin lamps appeared, surrounding Song Mingting and the others, and at a glance, there were eighteen ghost fire yin lights, plus the shadowless corpse stiffness that had disappeared again, making everyone feel pressured.

Previously, just a few ghost fire yin lamps made everyone feel pressure, and they couldn't even protect the injured two companions, but now there are a full eighteen ghost fire yin lights, how can this be fought?

"What should I do?" the two Bodhi Temple disciples asked anxiously, they had no hope of surviving at all. The others also had grim faces and did not say a word.

"Haven't you shown up yet?" Song Mingting suddenly said at this time. But there was no movement around except for the ghost fire and yin lights that were floating around.

"Your Excellency should have deliberately led us here, right?" Presumably the same is true of the people from the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, but since we are already in the urn, why don't Your Excellency show up and let us be a clear ghost?" Seeing that the other party was silent, Song Mingting continued.

The torrential rain was like a note, and the only sound in the forest was the sound of the torrential rain hitting the leaves, and the invisible pressure came to the face, making people want to go crazy. All present were the best of the younger generation, and even the slightly weaker disciples of the Evergreen Sect and the disciples of the Bodhi Temple could be said to be determined.

But under this invisible pressure, it is a little unbearable. Just when several people were about to lose this invisible pressure, an old and hoarse voice sounded.

"If it weren't for the old man's inconvenience, would you think you would have survived until now? But thank you too, if it weren't for the four of you, I wouldn't have been able to find the previous juniors for a while. ”

As the words spoke, an old figure floated in from a distance. It was an old man of sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, gloomy eyes, and a string of dark blue ghost fires floating around him, and the ghost fire was burning with dark blue flames, like a small ghost fire yin lamp, and each ghost fire yin lamp was connected to a cold white flame, which was connected to the old man's body.

In the line of fire, the light surged, constantly transmitting vitality to the old man's body. The old man's body is illusory, and although at first glance it looks like a living person, a closer look can still tell that the old man's body is transparent.

"I'm a real person!" Everyone changed color in horror, and even Song Mingting's heart was a sigh. Because what appeared in front of everyone was a primordial god of my Dao period!

Although it's just a primordial god, it's also a real-life master!

"Your Excellency is a real person from the Hades Ghost Sect?" Song Mingting took a deep breath, suppressed the vibration in his heart, and asked. But he had some doubts in his heart, because he didn't recognize which real person from the Hades Ghost Sect was.

In his "previous life", he had fought with the Hades Ghost Sect all his life, and he had a lot of treasures for the masters of the Hades Ghost Sect, and even most of them had fought in person, but there was no such number one person among the real-life masters of the Hades Ghost Sect that he knew.

The old man smiled and said in a dumb voice: "The real person is the Styx Ghost King. ”

The old man thought that if he reported his name, these juniors on the other side would definitely be frightened, but he didn't want everyone to show a confused look.

"Styx?"

Mu Shanzhao frowned lightly. There is no real person in the Hades Ghost Sect who is called the Styx Ghost King.

Seeing everyone's behavior like this, the old man who claimed to be the ghost lord of the Styx couldn't help frowning secretly.

At this time, someone suddenly let out a low shout: "Are you the Styx Ghost Monarch?" The person who spoke out was Song Mingting.

The old man didn't rush to make a move, and looked at Song Mingting: "Finally, there is one with vision, do you know the old man?"

Song Mingting looked at the old man with a somewhat complicated expression. He had indeed heard of the name Styx Ghost Monarch, and he had seen it when he had used the Huangquan Yama Soul Searching Dafa to search for the memories of an elder of the Styx Ghost Sect.

The Styx Ghost Monarch was a real person of the Hades Ghost Sect eight hundred years ago, amazing talent, he practiced the Ghost Fire Yin Lantern Dafa at a young age, and became a real person in my Dao period in fifty years, and was one of the most optimistic masters of the Hades Ghost Sect at that time, but later disappeared. That Elder of the Styx Ghost Sect had also seen the deeds of this person in a certain book, otherwise he probably wouldn't have known about the Styx Ghost Monarch.

"Yes, but you've been dead for eight hundred years. Song Mingting said.

"Eight hundred years?" Hearing that he had been dead for eight hundred years, the old man could no longer maintain his superior posture, and exclaimed, under the emotional turmoil, even the Yuan Shen became unstable.

The old man's spirit is like a candle flame blown by the wind, swaying with the wind, emitting an uncertain light.

It was not only the old man who exclaimed, but also Lin Jingfeng, Su Ningshuang and others.

"Eight hundred years dead?" the crowd almost gasped.

Without him, in the Shangzhang realm, the longevity is extremely three hundred, and the oldest person they come into contact with on weekdays is only a person from more than a hundred years ago, and he is more than two hundred years old at the top. Don't say that 800 years ago, it was a character 300 years ago, and it is also a legend for everyone.

Therefore, when I heard that the old man in front of me was a person from 800 years ago, everyone really had the feeling of seeing a living fossil.

At this moment, Song Mingting suddenly let out a loud shout: "Take advantage of now!" Before the words fell, the sound of the phoenix had already sounded, and the white-gold light burst out from the forest, almost illuminating this side of the woodland.

When the light came, Bai Feng soared into the sky, and the violent burst of auspicious light almost forced back the celestial phenomena, making the torrential rain in a radius of several miles stop abruptly. It was Song Mingting who launched the White Bird Sword Qi!

Almost at the same time, Mu Shanzhao suddenly opened his mouth, and a white cold light suddenly appeared from his mouth, and he killed the old man like a thunderbolt. This person is worthy of being a genius disciple of the Taishang Sect, with a high combat quality and a keen sense of smell in battle, which is a big cut above the rest.

At the same time, the blue light on Yue Lingshen's body exploded, and the last one came first, even faster than the White Bird Sword Qi, and he killed the old man in an instant.

In addition, Su Ningshuang, relying on the tacit understanding with Song Mingting over the years, also reacted at the first time and launched the Bichao Sword Qi.

The reaction of the rest of the people was about to be a beat slower, but it was not too slow, and the three of them launched the strongest blow immediately after Song Mingting.

The old man reacted and was furious: "Look for death!" The shaking Yuan Shen instantly stabilized, and at the same time, the ghost fire yin lamp wandering around instantly came to the old man's body, and the two ghost fire yin lamps collided with Yue Ling Shen, shaking it away, and then the three ghost fire yin lamps crashed into the white bird sword qi one after another, defeating the white bird sword qi.

Then there were two more, and then another......

Eighteen ghost fire yin lamps rushed out one after another, instantly disintegrating all attacks. The explosion rose from the forest, and the blazing light spread rapidly, and after a flash, the land within a radius of ten miles had been emptied.

In the forest, Song Mingting flew out, and the clear light on Ning Rui Feihe's immortal robe popped up, the crane curled, and the clouds were permeated, blocking the impact.

After landing on the ground, Song Mingting barely stabilized his figure, swept around, and found that in addition to himself, there were only Mu Shanzhao and Yue Lingshen standing, and everyone else fell to the ground and was struggling to get up.

A real-life master is a real-life master, even if he has been asleep for eight hundred years before he wakes up, even if he is seriously injured, even if it is only in the state of the primordial gods, it is not what they can do.