After walking forward for a distance, suddenly the wind blew loudly, and white figures could be faintly seen in the white mist, and these white shadows let out bursts of miserable, gloomy, and fearful wails.

"Oh no! We seem to have encountered a large number of ghosts. It was Fauber, who had always been silent, who spoke.

As soon as the words fell, only the wails around me were heard from far and near, and the heavy white fog shrouded the entire area in obscuring the sky, and the stars and moonlight in the sky were almost completely blocked, and the place fell into a dangerous situation of darkness and no fingers.

In this case, the divine consciousness of everyone on the field was restricted, and even the three people who had cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Period could only see objects within ten zhang clearly.

"Gather around! It's just a group of monks who have been obsessed with dying, and they look scary, and they can't do us any harm at all. ”

Li Ziheng snorted coldly, patted the storage bag, sacrificed a cyan glass lamp, injected spiritual power into his hand, and with a "hum", the glass lamp flew into the air, and white pillars of light shone out, and the white mist suddenly dissipated a lot, and everyone's sight gradually recovered.

With Li Ziheng's command, everyone played out the magic weapons in their hands, and faintly, countless terrible screams came from the white mist, wisps of green smoke appeared, and ghosts were constantly killed by everyone with magic weapons.

"Why can't you kill this ghost thing?" asked the Lin family guard.

Lu Chengzhi and Fu Bo also had this question, and they both set their eyes on Li Ziheng.

Li Ziheng said calmly: " The reason why there are countless Yin Ten Mountains is because two thousand years ago, the decisive battle between the two sects was launched here, and the monks of the Jindan Period and the Foundation Building Period died countless times in that battle, and the Yuanying Zhenjun also fell dozens of them, and the entire Yin Ten Mountains became a huge cemetery, I don't know why, some of the monks' obsessions before their deaths did not dissipate after death, but produced their own spiritual wisdom here, that is, the white-clothed ghosts we just saw, these ghosts have been killing the monks who have entered the mountains for thousands of years, so new ghosts continue to be generated, so even if we kill for three days and three nights, we can't finish killing, and they can really threaten our safety, is lurking in the depths of the white fog 'ghost', it is said that the 'ghost ghost' is the remnant soul of Yuanying Zhenjun. ”

"Li Xiaoyou is right, but what is the strength of this 'powerful ghost'?" asked Fauber.

"Fu Bo, according to the research of our sect's predecessors, the cultivation of this 'powerful ghost' is comparable to the Great Perfection of Foundation Building. Li Ziheng continued to say indifferently: "If you don't understand the situation here, how can my sect rashly let us disciples come here for trial." However, the purpose of our trip was to find a thousand-year-old tomb. ”

"Let's continue to set off, these ghosts are not threatening at all, what we need to watch out for is a high-level 'powerful ghost', once we find its traces, we will shoot together and kill it!"

Then, everyone began to move again, the glass lamp in Li Ziheng's hand seemed to be able to restrain the evil spirit, and the white fog around it melted like ice and snow under its illumination, and everyone's visual range gradually expanded.

"Boom!"

The powerful ghost hidden in the white mist let out bursts of cries and screams that affected everyone's minds, but it hid and barely appeared, and Li Ziheng, Lu Chengzhi and Fu Bo couldn't do anything about it.

Time passed little by little, and the monks had already walked to the depths of the Yin Ten Mountains.

Li Ziheng took out a worn-out map from the storage bag, his eyes carefully scanned the surroundings, and after a moment, this person's eyes flashed with a fiery color.

But at this moment, the wind was blowing violently all around, and the white-clothed ghosts and creatures were like crazy, roaring towards everyone, and the layers of white mist made the radius of twenty zhang fall into a terrible darkness again.

"Boom!"

I felt a strong wind behind me, and there was a sense of crisis in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, a black-clothed man with a crimson broadsword in his hand and blood-red eyes appeared from the void, and a gray yin wind whistled behind him.

"The powerful ghost has appeared! Senior Brother Lu, Fu Bo, the three of us will work together to solve it!" Li Ziheng shouted, as he spoke, he took out a simple copper realm from the storage bag, this person shouted, and a cyan pillar of light suddenly shot out from the bronze mirror in his hand, and galloped towards the powerful ghost. The black-clothed man who was transformed by the powerful ghost suddenly waved the red big knife in his hand, and a blood-red wind slashed towards the cyan pillar of light, and a dull crash rippled around, and the fierce ghost was obviously injured by the cyan pillar of light, and disappeared into the white mist again.

"Let it run!" Li Ziheng's face was full of annoyance.

A moment later, the erratic, cold and strange voice of the ghost came from the white mist around him, which was terrifying.

With the appearance of the sound of ghosts, patches of white mist continued to surge, and countless ghosts rushed towards everyone again, and all kinds of wails were endless, disturbing people's minds.

"Boom!"

The ghost suddenly appeared, wielding a red broadsword, intending to sneak attack Lu Chengzhi, Lu Chengzhi noticed it in time, this person flew back a few feet, dodged the full force of the ghost's blow, raised his hand and threw the hammer in his hand, bursting out a cloud of purple lightning, and blasted towards the ghost.

The red light in the ghost's eyes flowed rapidly, and bursts of blood light suddenly appeared on his body, barely blocking the purple electric light.

At this time, the attack launched by Li Ziheng and Fu Bo had also arrived.

Li Ziheng's bronze mirror shot out a pillar of cyan light, right in the middle of the powerful ghost, and bursts of green smoke suddenly ignited on this ghost's body.

And a net-like magic weapon sacrificed by Fu Bo turned into a huge net, covering the body of the struggling ghost, making it unable to move.

"Let's shoot together!" Li Ziheng yelled at everyone.

More than 100 people shot together, and one by one magic weapons of different colors and various spell attacks hit the body of the powerful ghost in an instant, and this thing was already wiped out before it had time to wail.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the ghosts around them fled and disappeared, and most of the white mist that permeated the surroundings was also dispelled.

At this time, the stars and moonlight above Yin Shi Mountain were transmitted again, and the depressed feeling in everyone's hearts finally disappeared.

Under the leadership of Li Ziheng, Lu Chengzhi and Fu Bo, there was not a single casualty in the team, and everyone was very grateful to these three people.

"Let's rest for a while, we can set off later, the destination is not far away, there are a lot of treasures in that thousand-year-old tomb!" Li Ziheng stood in the black and said to everyone.

Hearing that there was a treasure opportunity, everyone began to talk to each other, and their eyes were even hotter, looking at the enthusiasm of everyone, Li Ziheng's eyes flashed with imperceptible joy.