Later, some cultivators said that the spiritual treasure of the Ghost and Shadow Holy Monarch was deliberately done by someone, in order to make the wind and rain, and use the chaos to take advantage of the fire.

However, there are still many cultivators who believe that the Ghost and Shadow Holy Monarch does indeed have a spiritual treasure, but now there is no proof of his death, and there are different opinions, and one person has one word.

Li Xiaoyi turned his gaze to Li Ghost Xing, who seemed to smile at him with some feeling, Li Xiaoyi hurriedly staggered his gaze, and he couldn't see it.

I don't know where I got the map in this guy's hand, no wonder he is so urgent.

The sound of the wind in the distance kept ringing, and the invisible black sand was drifting back and forth, Li Xiaoyi turned his head to look into the distance, and the others also turned their heads to look again.

Mixed in the air, the faint trembling sound, if there was nothing, Yu Dequan took the lead in getting up, and the rest of the people were the same.

Among the several cultivators, Han Changshan always traveled back and forth in the desert, so he knew this place very well.

"Soulsucking corpses!"

Li Xiaoyi didn't understand, but judging from the slight tremor in the wind, the cultivation should not be too high, and I am afraid that it is a group.

Everyone unanimously stepped on the clouds and rose into the air, and the moment the divine thoughts were released, they were suddenly pulled by a huge suction force.

I finally saw it clearly, as if in the form of an eagle's face, his face was as white as yellowed paper, and he was dressed in a big black robe, which was in tatters.

On the hooked nose, two black holes were exposed, not under the nose, but above, a pair of green eyes, shimmering with a faint luster.

The wind and sand in the sky are very strong, and several people are killing and walking, unlike the ghost rot crow, the soul-sucking corpse is formless and substantial, and only when it suddenly attacks, it will reveal its ugly form.

With the support of the Golden Sword Ring and the Quartet Treasure Mirror, Li Xiaoyi and Zi Han were in the middle of the team, and the powerful ghost was at the forefront, followed by Han Changshan, and finally Yu Dequan.

All the way forward is difficult, the divine thoughts are constantly consumed and devoured, unlike the aura that can be replenished with spirit stones, the conception of the divine soul mainly lies in the cultivation of the spiritual level.

Soul-sucking corpses are like fish swimming in the wind and sand, swarming, sometimes attacking like sharp arrows, sometimes surrounding, in Han Changshan's words, as long as the wind and sand do not disperse, these terrible guys will not leave.

Even so, because of the presence of powerful ghosts equivalent to the peak cultivation of the True Dan, and with the assistance of everyone, they finally survived the long night, and when it came to the day, there was no trace of the soul-sucking corpse.

A seemingly barren desert, but it is a dangerous and abnormal crisis, Li Xiaoyi and others, after several days and nights, finally saw the end of the desert, the sea!

It was the same ocean as the Xiuzhen world, but the color of this sea water was actually a dark red color.

The undulating tide, the sound of the waves, and the smell in the breeze were the same as in his original world, salty.

Looking at the endless sea level in the distance, the vastness of the sky and the sea, there is a vast scene in the wind and clouds.

Several people silently watched everything in front of them, each with their own thoughts, but what Li Xiaoyi was thinking about was his original world.

Although the Netherworld Ghost Domain has brought him too much awakening, after all, it is not his home, and there is no sense of belonging, but if you think about it carefully, is there his home there?

Li Guixing took out the jade talisman again, and a picture scroll was in front of everyone's eyes, reopened, and all the monks observed intently.

It is necessary to look at the direction, and also to estimate the distance, after all, this sea of star souls is too big, and it is easy to lose direction if you are not careful.

Li Xiaoyi was on the side, and he didn't have the heart to look at the shining map, for some reason, his mind had drifted into the distance.

The place surrounded by mountain peaks, the innocence that has no quarrel with the world and is only dedicated to asking about heaven and earth is long gone.

Looking at the people in front of him with different expressions, he couldn't see his own face, whether it was the same or not, it was all greed.

The tide was repeated, the waves were undulating, and the cycle was repeated, and his state of mind also underwent some changes that he was not clear about at this moment.

Xiuzhen World.

Gusts of wind howled in a canyon, and as the sun set in the distance, the fiery clouds stained the sky red, and at the same time, they were also reflected in the vast land.

At the mouth of the canyon with steep cliffs on both sides, a young man with black hair, holding a sword in one hand, his face was covered with blood, and his body armor was even tattered and soaked in blood.

The sword sounded in the wind, the sword whistled in the wind, and a guy who had never wanted to speak looked into the distance in silence.

There were no traces of people, and there were only patches of fiery red.

He misses that person, the glory he once brought to Kunlun, the back that made everyone feel at ease, and the laughter and scolding he sometimes had, as well as his sneering at himself.

But at the same time, he also hated, hated him for not saying goodbye, hated for not knowing where he was, hated him for not asking.

The sword in his hand was given by him, and the corners of his mouth curled up every time he remembered the scenes when the two of them were together, and then he began to laugh, like he had never laughed before.

In the distance, black streamers came from the sky, like meteors, and the direction they came from was this canyon.

Zhang Sheng clenched the sword in his hand, holding it tightly, his smile retracted, he gritted his teeth, and stared at the light that seemed to take him to death.

The wind was still blowing, his sword was ringing, and the aura of his whole body was bursting out, as if it was a bright light in the night, deliberately exposing his position.

One last glance, the Flame Burst Talismans arranged on both sides of the canyon. When he turned his head again, it was just like when he was in the ring, rushing forward with a knife.

Zhang Sheng's eyes were red, and he rushed with his sword, and the people of Kunlun would never take a step back......

On the other side, a sect team, several people side by side, supporting each other is walking in the direction of the Shushan Sword Sect.

Xu Yunqikong's bleeding life and death did not know, Chen Yueling lost an arm, the empty cuffs were flying with the wind, and Li Xi, who originally liked to be lively, suddenly stopped.

Chen Yueling looked back at him with a displeased face, but heard him say: "It's just a line of defense for senior brother, I'm afraid it's not enough, those black-faced zombies are obviously coming at us!"

With that, he walked to Xu Yun's side, took out all the remaining Flame Burst Talismans from his storage bag, and carefully held them in his hands.

There were only a dozen people left, looking at this scene silently, Chen Yueling's eyes were already shining, and she lifted the injured without saying a word and continued to move forward.

The people behind him, every time they passed by, looked at his face, and he smiled again, it was the original smile, not changed at all!

"Senior sister, if you see Uncle Xiao one day, you tell him that I, Li Xi, miss him!"

Chen Yueling's feet stopped, her body trembled, but she didn't turn around, because she didn't dare, and she didn't dare to look at the face full of joy.

The people of the Kunlun team left, leaving only Li Xi, who wrapped the explosive flame talisman all over his body, and at this moment, there was a sudden sound of an explosion in the distance that shook the mountains, and the ground under his feet trembled.

Li Xi smiled, the wooden man is one step ahead of himself, this title is still given by Uncle Xiaoshi.

Li Xi thought, and then turned around, rushing in the opposite direction of the team, while galloping away, the aura of his whole body was the same as Zhang Sheng, and he burst out again, he opened his mouth, and sang in a sad voice.

"Is Ji Zi safe? He returned, everything in his life, that can be looked back! Who comforts the long journey, the senior sister is injured, and the brother is dead. I can't remember, once upon a time a glass of wine ......."