Looking at the torches that were still burning, without the slightest decline, Zhang Bairen jumped and jumped directly.

"Little sir!" Nalan Jing exclaimed on the side, and hurriedly made a move to drag Zhang Bairen up.

"Don't worry, you can't kill me!" Zhang Bairen fell to the ground lightly, the trapped immortal rope in his hand flew out and wrapped Nalan Jing's waist, and with a sharp pull, Nalan Jing was already dragged down by Zhang Bairen.

"Ahh

"Huh!"

The trapped immortal rope flew out again like a spirit snake and wrapped around the waist of Monk Faming. Naturally, Zhang Bairen, the flower monk of Fa Ming, would not be treated preferentially, but when he heard an exclamation, he saw that Monk Fa Ming fell to the ground, rolling up bursts of dust.

"Oops!"

Monk Fa Ming sighed, and after a while he got up, rubbed his ass and said dissatisfiedly: "I said boy, it's not authentic for you to do this." ”

Zhang Bairen ignored it, took the trapped fairy rope and took out a big night pearl from his sleeve, Nalan Jing smiled: "Little Mr. has such a big night pearl in his hand, what else do you want this torch to do!"

As he spoke, he was about to throw away the torch, but Zhang Bairen hurriedly stopped him: "No, the torch is very useful, you must not throw it away." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Bairen looked at the surrounding walls with the help of the night pearl, and walked in the dark ancient city, one head and two big: "I can't see the surrounding buildings clearly, how to determine the direction is a problem." ”

"Little sir, the monk has a bad premonition! The yin aura in this ancient city is overwhelming, and it is extremely pressing" Monk Fa Ming tiptoed, as if he was a thief, for fear of alarming the master's family.

"Yin Qi, why didn't I notice it?" Zhang Bairen was stunned.

"There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, there is a specialization in the art industry, Mr. Xiao's main attack is extremely powerful, but if you talk about refining and refining the secluded thing, you may not be able to match the monk me" Monk Faming patted his chest, Zhang Bairen took out the fluorescent stone in his hand, and kept leaving lines on the wall, for fear that he would lose it for a while and not be able to get out.

Zhang Bairen held the Night Pearl in his left hand, and a strand of hair was wrapped around his right index finger, and a wisp of sword qi was ready to be launched in it, as long as he encountered an attack, this sword wire would instantly protect himself.

Looking at Zhang Bairen and Nalan Jing, Monk Fa Ming hesitated slightly, rummaged in the package for a while, and then reluctantly took out two vajra pestles from the package: "No, these two Buddhist magic weapons are for you, this is the authentic magic weapon of my Buddhist family for hundreds of years, if it weren't for the fear that there will be a ghost king here, you will explain it here, and no one will take me out, and the monk will not lend you the magic weapon! Remember, you have to return me after borrowing it!"

As if cutting meat, the monk Faming reluctantly stuffed the vajra into the hands of the two.

If it weren't for the devastating blow that the Buddhist family suffered in Middle-earth, these two magic weapons that had been worshiped and nurtured for hundreds of years would not have reached Fa Ming's hands anyway.

"Yes, it is indeed a good thing!" Holding the vajra in his hand, he felt a mighty, masculine and powerful qi being born in it.

Hanging the vajra around his waist casually, Zhang Bairen held the night pearl in one hand and constantly sketched the wall with the other.

After walking for a while, I saw Zhang Bairen suddenly stop, looking at Nalan Jing and Monk Faming beside him, staring at the blazing torches, a little golden light burst out in his eyes, as if a golden sun was rising, and his eyes were as bright as day in the underground pit, and he could see the streets clearly.

The sound of countless ghosts and monsters crying was overwhelming, and the slightest collision with the true qi of the sun was like cold water entering a pot of oil, and the sound of crying was overwhelming, and countless ghosts screamed to avoid it.

The silent dungeon suddenly became agitated, and the sound of wailing rose to the sky, and the illusion was full of cold air.

Zhang Bairen handed the night pearl in his hand to Fa Ming behind him, slowly removed the cloak on his body, and for a while the golden light burst out, and the surrounding area was as bright as day, and the scorching sun true qi burst out, at this time Zhang Bairen seemed to turn into a small sun, and all the ghosts and ghosts instantly cried and howled far away, and immediately stopped.

"So many ghosts!" Nalan Jing's face turned pale.

Zhang Bairen's eyes looked at the junction of light and darkness, and countless qi machines burst out unscrupulously at this time, which was not weaker than the real person of the Yang God.

"I only saw those powerful qi machines roaring in the depths of the earth, but I didn't see them flying out to forage for food, thinking that they were sealed by the empire that sank the ancient country of Loulan in ancient times! However, the vicissitudes of life have changed, and the seal laid down back then has become a non-existent after hundreds of years of corrosion by the sun and the moon, and those slightly weaker ghosts can already drill out through the seal, and the powerful ghosts are still struggling! The iron sheet on it is where the seal is located" The sun true qi that continued to burst out of Zhang Bairen's body deterred ordinary ghosts, and the monk Fa Ming looked at Zhang Bairen's body like a light bulb and showed envy: "Little sir, your magic power is really powerful." ”

"What now, do you want to go in?" Nalan Jing held the torch and looked calm.

Suddenly, Zhang Bairen's eyes froze, and he took three steps forward, only to see three pale corpses lying on the ground, and all the essence and blood around his body were devoured by the evil ghosts.

At this time, countless evil ghosts surrounded the three of them, and if it weren't for the support of Zhengyang's qi, they would have rushed over a long time ago.

Zhang Bairen's face was hesitant, and Monk Faming lowered his voice and said, "Let's either withdraw, and wait for those people from the family and sect to arrive before making plans." ”

"I'm not stupid, there are hundreds of thousands of war spirits and people in Loulan buried here, and there must have been an evil existence, not only the ghost king, but even the ghosts and gods have been born" Zhang Bairen took a deep breath.

Although the Ghost King and the Ghost God are both comparable to the power of the Yang God Realm, there is also a gap between the two!

If the ghost king is the king of mortals, then the ghost god is the god worshiped by countless mortals.

"Look over there!" Nalan stretched out his torch and lit up the distance, only to see a pool of ink-black water constantly drumming and churning.

"Yin Qi turns into water!" Fa Ming exclaimed.

"What do you mean by Yin Qi turning into water?" Zhang Bairen was stunned.

"The so-called Yin Qi turning water into water vapor is the ethereal Yin Qi turning into water vapor, and it will remain in this form forever, it's terrifying!

Imagine how terrifying it is to turn ordinary air into water vapor!

Zhang Bairen's face was solemn, his eyes opened, and the pool was still a pool, but it was not water vapor, but countless ghosts.

"Little sir, let's go quickly! This is not just a dead land, it has turned into a realm of ghosts and gods, even if the leylines under the earth have also become yin veins, this place has turned into a land of ghosts and gods" Monk Fa Ming looked terrified.

"Is it so terrible?" Zhang Bairen looked at Fa Ming.

"You kid is young and doesn't know the height of the sky, and you don't know the power of ghosts and gods, this time we can dig out a big trouble! It's enough for those sects and families to have a headache!" Monk Fa Ming scratched his head again and again.

Zhang Bairen stood in place and hesitated, and Monk Faming saw sweat on his forehead: "Don't hesitate, when the monks of the major sects arrive, you will know how terrifying this place is!"

Hearing this, Zhang Bairen nodded with a heavy face, since he was with Monk Faming, he had never seen Monk Faming like this.

"No, I want to send a message to my master, I must not wade into this troubled water, the ancient country is simply a place of great terror, only the Changping battlefield of the year can be compared to it" Monk Fa Ming took out an oil lamp, it is strange to say, the flame of the oil lamp did not wrap and burn the monk Fa Ming, it is also a strange thing.

Monk Faming drew in circles on the rune paper, folded it after a large circle, and lit it on an oil lamp.

"Bang"

The rune paper burned out in an instant, and the ashes were scattered.

Zhang Bairen stepped on the gangdou, and the three incense sticks in his hand were windless and natural, and they instantly fell to the ground.

"Whew!"

The incense burns out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's terrifying!" Zhang Bairen sighed lightly: "This place is a ghost cultivation paradise. ”

"Hey, there are so many ghosts here, why don't I take the opportunity to practice the Five Ghosts Handling Dafa" Zhang Bairen's heart moved, and he remembered the methods of Wujiang Daoren.