The Tianshan Mountains, adjacent to Tarim in the south, Junggar in the north, the vast Snow Mountain, three thousand miles from east to west.

White Camel Mountain is only one of the countless snow-capped mountains in the Tianshan Mountains, but it has long been famous for the existence of the Tianshan Sect.

The Tianshan sect is mysterious, distant, beautiful, magnificent, vicious, ruthless, rich in famous medicines, but also rich in poison; it has rescued countless people and injured countless people, both good and evil.

The Tianshan faction brings together Han, Mongolian, Hui and other ethnic groups, countless masters, and the martial arts come from a variety of complicated ways.

On the north slope of the White Camel Mountain, cold and damp, the snow does not melt all year round, and in a dilapidated thatched house, there is a big monk wearing a precious golden silk robe, he is not a bystander, or the golden cicada of the evil monk Duogan who was famous in the epicenter of the Central Plains fifty years ago.

In front of him, on the futon, sat a shriveled and thin old man in a black robe, how old this old man was, he couldn't tell at all, and if he looked at his face carefully, it seemed like the face of a thousand-year-old corpse.

Dry, stiff, dull, and his hair was pale and bald, crumbling, as if a gust of wind could blow it off.

His skin looked like old bark, and it was a worry to see if he would be able to open his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and two cold rays of light shot out.

"Congratulations, Master, you have finally reached the top of the tenth layer!" Jin Chanzi said respectfully.

"Hey, hey, hey..." There was a burst of laughter, as if the old wind box had leaked through the gap, and I couldn't tell if he was crying or laughing, and it was extremely cold, "No, it's not at the top yet." ”

"That ten-layer aura can always be fixed, right?" asked the golden cicada cautiously.

"Three years ago," he said with a blank face, "it can only be counted as the middle of the tenth layer now. However, you can already go to the Central Plains for a spin. ”

"So let's go now?" Jin Chanzi clenched his fist.

"Don't worry, don't worry," he shook his head slightly: "Let the children go and explore first, and see what preparations have been made in the Central Plains Martial Arts." Look at him Xiao Wujian, how many layers of cultivation have he reached. ”

"What?" Jin Chanzi was stunned: "Master, you said Xiao Wujian? Isn't he dead?"

"Have you seen his body?"

"I haven't seen it before, but it's ......"

"You're trying to ask, if he's still alive, how old is he, right?"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, he's not a few years younger than you. ”

"I'm only one hundred and fifty years old, and I'm still young. He coughed lightly twice, and his true anger was everywhere, and the reflective zombie fingers moved, "Our ghost sect has the same root as the Red and Black God Sect, and later they betrayed the doctrine and cut off contact with us. caused my father to die in the tomb of ghosts and slaves, I want to avenge this revenge, and at the same time, I will gather at least four masters above the ninth layer to convey true qi to my father, I want to resurrect my father and resurrect the ghost emperor!"

"Master, you are now the Great Ghost King, as long as you practice to the peak, aren't you the Ghost Emperor?

"Hey, hey, hey... , miss my ghost gate, the two ghost kings of yin and yang, the four little ghost kings of Shaoyin, Shaoyang, Lao Yin, and Lao Yang, the four little ghost kings, Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, the eight hall masters, and there are sixteen hall masters, thirty-two small hall masters, sixty-four high-level disciples, one hundred and twenty-eight middle-level disciples, and two hundred and fifty-six low-level disciples. Under the Ghost Emperor, at its peak, there were a total of five hundred and ten disciples. A miserable laugh came out of his dry throat, "Without the resurrection of the Ghost Emperor, how can so many people be awakened." ”

Jin Chanzi saw sweat on his forehead, "Master, Zhang Zhikui and Xiang Tianxiao, after being captured by you, have been locked in the dungeon by their disciples, using iron chains through their leg bones, and they will never be able to escape." They have all practiced to the top of the eighth layer, so it is better to wait for them to practice to the ninth layer, and work together with you and me to wake up the master and grandpa. ”

He shook his head, "I think their qualifications are mediocre, I'm afraid they won't be able to climb to the ninth floor." It's better to make two little ghost kings and charge into battle for us. ”

Jin Chanzi said, "Yes, everything is arranged by the master." ”

He actually stood up, and all of a sudden, a strong true qi blew and the golden cicada squinted his eyes.

"Don't worry, after I finish my work, I will teach you "Ghost Crying God Howl" and "Gods and Ghosts Are Incomprehensible", and I must let you be the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, instead of the Red and Black God Cult, to provide me with a living corpse. ”

"Thank you, Master!" Jin Chanzi's face was cold, but he couldn't hide the joy in his heart.

With a wave of his dry old hand, he saw that he was tall, half a head taller than a golden cicada of one meter eight, but he was skinny, like a walking skeleton, "Now, I order you to notify the halls of the ghost gate, give them six months, and wake up everything that can be awakened, and if you can't wake up, wait until the ghost emperor is resurrected." ”

"Master, who is the main target of awakening now?" said Jin Chanzi Zhengse.

"Shaoyin Ghost King Ghost Spirit, Lao Yin Ghost King Feng Baimei, Shaoyang Ghost King Tao Yanglu, Laoyang Ghost King Lei Plague Qian, Qiantang Hall Master Tao Yangshou, Hall Master Yang Wending, and Small Hall Master Lei Wanjun. Kuntang Hall Master Su Sanniang, and Little Hall Master Yelu Taihui: these people have just been hypnotized by me for less than twenty years, so they should be easily awakened. Tell them that I'm going to return to the Central Plains!"

"Yes!" said the golden cicada.

Ghost Qianyi stretched out his arms, and the dilapidated thatched house instantly collapsed and scattered, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "It's just a lot of noise, I have only one goal, Xiao Wujian! I want to use him to wake up the Ghost Emperor!" Hahahaha......"

The sound of the ghost crying, shaking the valley, the great ghost king who has been dormant for 70 years, is about to return to the Central Plains after half a year.