Chapter 1028 Gray Rainstorm

Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen followed the sound and flew to the shore of the Bone Tide Sea.

"Seniors, let's go!"

When the old man in the third room was about to be swallowed by the waves of the Bone Tide Sea, he suddenly heard two strong and powerful voices coming into his ears, and when he looked back, he saw Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen, and saw that the two of them were full of spiritual power like an immortal monarch descending to earth, and their laughter was even more vigorous, and then the exposed head also disappeared into the waves.

In the panic, Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen didn't know what to say, and they knew what was going on at a glance.

Looking at the old man's unwilling eyes, the two of them were heartbroken, but helpless!

Then the two of them walked towards the countless white bone tents in the Ghost Slave Beach with heavy steps, and soon appeared under the hazy gaze of countless pairs of teary eyes, which made the two of them even more tormented.

The two stood in the night breeze, listening to the sound of the creaking and swaying of the white bone tent, silent.

The crown prince of Hades is alone in the tent.

The Crown Prince of the Hades Emperor Duyou and the second general of the left and right bone-splitting cultivators had just returned from Xuanyang Peng's soul extraction camp, and they were talking about the assassins at the moment, while waiting for the news of the army of fugitives who had left the camp to hunt down the fugitives.

Suddenly, the soldiers who rushed into the camp outside the camp rushed down, knelt down and shouted: "Report to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Hades, a terrifying laughter came from the inexplicable direction of the spiritual sky, like a mad demon fairy sound!"

"Well, haha! You soldiers, all of whom are also good at fighting, how can you be frightened by a few sneers from the sky, go down! Maybe it's just an inexplicable bird in the air? It's just a night, by the way, is there any news for the pursuers?"

When the crown prince heard this, he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't think about the ghost slave soldiers who would be tortured to death at any time in the ghost slave beach, but just thought it was a night bird. However, he was very attentive to the movement of the army that had left the camp to pursue the assassins, and asked as the soldiers who had entered the newspaper stood up.

When the soldier heard this, he hurriedly clicked on one knee again, clenched his fists, and saluted: "If you go back to His Royal Highness the Prince, release two evil eagles, and there is no news for the time being." ”

How did they know that those two evil eagles had already been digested by Liu Zhilang's two eagles, and they were still waiting here stupidly.

"Go! I know, I can report anything at any time!"

"Yes!"

The soldier who reported the strange smile answered, turned and flew away.

After Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen were silent for a while, they made a silent salute to the real dream, and then quickly got into the white bone tent, and then frantically refined the Demon Eye. Because now the only thing they can do for these fellow victims is to have a strong enough aura and inject it into their souls, so that they can suffer less and maybe there will be no more death.

"Alas!"

Seeing that his beloved apprentices Song Zhen and Liu Lianlang came back safely, there was a panic in the military camp, knowing that the plan to fake the assassination of the prince of the underworld Duyou had been completed, and now the two of them were making rapid progress in their magical skills, and they were going to praise them happily, but the incident of being buried in the sea of demons happened again. So I had no choice but to sigh and enter the bone tent, escaping from the helpless eyes around me.

It was destined to be a sleepless night, but nothing was heard except the howl of the night wind, the creaking of the bone tent, and the night cry of the ghost duck.

This night, it's weird.

It's a weird night, and naturally something weird happens.

When all the ghost slaves on the Ghost Slave Beach returned to their bone tents and waited in silence for the next day's torture, suddenly countless gray clouds flew over the Ghost Slave Beach, and then thunder and lightning sounded, and then it rained heavily, and all the ghost slaves curled up in the corners of the bone tents, not daring to look out.

The lightning is golden, and the heavy rain is grayish-white.

The gray-white raindrops, very large and hot, smashed on countless white bone tents and were very wreathetic, but they flowed down the white bones into the tent and fell on the body of each bone slave It was warm and warm, like a mother's embrace, like a father's big hand.

Listening to the terrifying thunder and lightning, it stands to reason that all ghost slaves should be terrified, but it is very evil, no. And every ghost slave fell asleep peacefully and sweetly under the warm caress of the gray rain.

Liu Zhenlang and Song Zhen were the same, they both fell asleep.

Just as they were asleep, a very strange gray-white figure swept over the Ghost Slave Beach from a high altitude and pounced on the Duyou Prince's marching camp. It's just that all this Liu Lianlang, Song Zhen, Fantasy Dream Zhenren and all the people who are asleep don't know.

The next day, when everyone woke up, the dark sun of the middle heaven hung over the green sky, and it had already begun to set, and it was probably close to noon on the day of the Netherworld Hell.

But the strange thing is that there is not a single soul extractor who came to shout at the bone slave of the ghost slave beach, and there is not a single ghost soldier on the side of the Duyou barracks of the Prince of Hades, and the space is surprisingly quiet.

"Hey, the bone soul ring on my feet is gone!"

"Mine is gone!"

"Haha! Mine is gone!"

Hearing the cheers, Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen jumped out of the white bone tent one after another, watching countless ghost slave soldiers cheering and shouting on the ghost slave beach, not only were the white bone soul circles under their feet gone, but overnight, their soul power recovered eight or nine points.

These ghost slaves are all monks from the five human worlds, and after recovering their soul power, they have also returned to their original immortal postures.

Soul Dream Zhenren has returned to the fierce appearance of the dragon spirit when he was in Xuanlingmen, and at this moment he looked at Liu Lianlang and his beloved disciple Song Zhen with infinite relief.

"Thank you! Zhen'er and Lang Lang! I didn't expect that once you came, the soul power of the victims would be restored one day!"

The real person of the dream thought that all this was done by Ai Jiao and Liu Lianlang, so he said with his head bowed.

"Oh, third brother, was it you last night?"

When Song Zhen was cultivating last night, he suddenly encountered a torrential rain, and after a period of dizziness for some reason, he quickly fell asleep, naturally knowing that he hadn't done this, so he attributed the matter to Liu Xianlang, and said in surprise.

However, Liu Lianlang looked at the tens of millions of fellow refugees who had regained their freedom and soul power with infinite shock and joy in his eyes, and said with a laugh: "Uncle Dream and Fourth Brother are mistaken, this is not something I can do! Haha! There must be a master in this netherworld, and they are our friends!"

"Oh!"

When Song Zhen and Fantasy Real Man heard this, they both sighed in surprise.

The three of them looked strangely at the gray earth of the Ghost Slave Beach, the white bone tent that was still creaking and swaying, the white bones on the earth and the white bone tent were glowing with a white jade luster, those white bones were originally dull, but at this time the oil was shiny, as if there was life.

Last night's rainstorm, Dream Real Man said that this was the first time he encountered it since he came, and the people next to him said that it was also the first time he encountered it, and everyone said so, which proved that it had never rained here before.

Evil, really evil, it never rains in the Netherworld, but it rains on the Ghost Slave Beach.

Such a heavy rainstorm fell overnight, and the earth should have been a river of water, but no, there was not a drop of rain in the netherworld except for the light and white jade.

Strange, everyone was both delighted and dazed.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, someone looked at the Bone Tide Coast and shouted in surprise.

When Liu Lianlang heard this, he urged his psychic eyes to pass through the faint green and vast ghost mist, and saw that a withered netherworld tree stump stood on the shore of the bone tide at some point, five or six zhang high, it was a miserable white color, it should come from the bone tide sea, and a ghost corpse was hanging on one of the branches of the stump, which was swaying in the morning mist.

"Is it Xuanyang Peng?"

Liu Lianlang saw the face of the fluttering man clearly, it turned out to be Xuanyang Peng! Liu Lianlang was shocked in his heart, and suddenly flew away, galloping towards the Bone Tide Coast.

All the bone slaves in the back are monks who are the top masters of the Yang world, and at this moment, the soul power is restored, and the mana is naturally recovered, and they also follow them like shadows, and they came to the Bone Tide Coast with Liu Lianlang.

Tens of millions of people stood or flew in the void, forming a huge pot-shaped cylinder, and they all looked at Xuanyang Peng, who was pitch-black and had been dead for a long time, with infinite excitement, and watched this hateful ghost who didn't know how many friends he had bullied finally died!

Anger, hatred!

"Third brother!haha, which friend did such a hate-relieving thing, this is actually dead!" Seeing that Xuanyang Peng was dead, Song Zhen laughed excitedly.

The tens of millions of monks around him also looked at the death of this arrogant and vicious guy with great hatred in their hearts, and soon after, they felt that they couldn't help but fly up the countless demonic eyes on the beach of the Bone Tide Sea and smash them towards it.

Soon, Xuanyang Peng's corpse was smashed to pieces, and the withered tree village several feet tall was hit by the eyes of demons, emitting a hollow and loud dark sound.

"Let's go to the marching camp, destroy those evil spirits, and avenge the dead Daoists!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and then everyone roared and flew towards the Duyou marching camp of the Hades Crown Prince nearly 100,000 zhang away, and the fairy shadows fluttered in the sky, which was very shocking.

However, Liu Zhenlang didn't move, Liu Zhenlang didn't move, Song Zhen didn't move, and the real person of the dream was naturally with the apprentice and the apprentice.

Liu Lianlang did not look at Xuanyang Peng, but kept staring at the white stump as jade, the white stump was very white, very lubricated, like porcelain like jade, and the color and feeling of those white bone tents in Guinu Beach after being poured by the gray-white heavy rain. And this stump should come from the sea of bone tides.

Suddenly discovering this, Liu Lianlang suddenly understood something, turned around suddenly, and shot straight towards the shore of the Bone Tide Sea, and the next second he stood in the shallow water of the Bone Tide Sea, squatted down, and carefully studied the white bones that were constantly being pushed to the shore in the waves.

Yes, each piece of the white bones nourished in the sea is very smooth and delicate, but the white bones on the shore will slowly become dull and rough after a long period of dark wind, and they are very brittle and brittle.

However, the white bones nourished by the sea water were extremely hard, and the countless demonic eyes smashed on the white bone stump just now, but they didn't smash it, just because this stump was just taken out of the sea of bone tides not long ago.

What does this mean? Liu Lianlang thought hard, stood up stupidly, holding a piece of white bone in his hand, and looked at the depths of the boundless sea of bones, letting wave after wave of sea water hit him, not caring, his eyes were distant and deep.

Song Zhen was accustomed to his brother's appearance, and knew what he had in mind, so he and his mentor stood on the shore, their robes in the sea breeze, hula crisp, but quietly and patiently waiting.

"Uncle Soul Dream, could you please stand here for a moment?"

After a long time, Liu Lianlang turned around, his eyes flashed with excitement, and his voice was full of excitement.

"Haha! The real body of the dream did not move, and the next moment appeared in front of Liu Zhilang.

"How do you feel?" asked Liu Yilang with a smile.

"Haha!

Standing in the sea of bone tides, the real dream suddenly felt the infinite spiritual energy, and the soles of his feet flowed into his legs rapidly, and then poured into the whole body, and then entered the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and the twelve righteous meridians. In just a moment, his spiritual power suddenly increased several times, and the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage, which he had never been able to break through, broke through the entrance in an instant.

Immediately understood the intention of the apprentice nephew to let him in, and couldn't help laughing.