It has been seven days since I arrived at Luoli Island, and there has been no danger on the way, and high-level sea ghost beasts like rotting whales have not appeared again, but it is also very uncomfortable to staggering all the way.

Luoli Island is the largest island in the western part of the bitter sea, occupying a hundred miles of land, dense trees, and the temple is shaded, and the yin qi is swirling on it, and it is cloudy.

In the Yin and Netherworld Ghost Realm, ghost cultivation mainly relies on Yin Qi, and the place where Yin Qi is rich is the place where ghosts gather.

It can be said that the island of the bitter sea is equivalent to the blessed land of the floating continent.

Of course, there are many or less yin qi on the island, there are clouds floating above the island, there are no clouds floating in the blessed land, and the extinct island is the second blessed land.

Luoli Island is big, and it is a "cave sky", which is naturally a place where many ghosts gather, but the number of ghosts has increased suddenly during this time, and I can't help but have ghosts, and the people of the Ghost Face Sect have also come, and the ghosts are overcrowded for a while.

Of course, when Wei Ping and the three came, they didn't cause too much turmoil, at most they cast a glance, and they didn't even bother to take a look.

Fu Zhong took the two of them to the place where the Ghost Face Sect gathered, there were nearly a thousand Ghost Face Sect disciples, and the leader was a thin and tall old man, with a higher rank, who was the Lord of the Ghost Face Sect and a ghost cultivator in the Six Realms.

"Hall Master Yu, what is our mission this time?" Thousands of ghosts had already gathered on Luoli Island, and Fu Zhong was also very curious, so he couldn't help asking.

"Oh, Deputy Hall Master Fu, don't you know yet?" said the old man surnamed Yu with a smile in his eyes.

"I don't know, please tell the hall master. "The two of them had a conflict when they competed for the position of hall master before, if they had paid heavy in the past, they would definitely not ask more, but today they are willing to bow their heads a little,

"Oh, actually, it's nothing, wait for a ghost. The old man surnamed Yu raised his head slightly and said with a smile.

"Who?" Fu Zhong had already guessed.

"Rahu. At the mention of this name, the old man surnamed Yu's tone became solemn.

Luoli Island is very large, but the people and ghosts on the island are only wandering around the periphery, and they are never allowed to enter, but they are unwilling to give up, and they are waiting for the rabbit with the mentality of waiting for the rabbit, and at the same time keep wandering around with the psychology of luck.

The old man surnamed Yu did not restrain the Ghost Face Cultists, in short, there was no danger, if he wanted to go around, he would go around, and Wei Ping Monroe followed the Five Sects into the dense forest.

The trees in the dense forest are different from the extinct island monster trees, which are relatively normal, except that the body of the tree is divided into two strands and intertwined with each other, but the branches are very scattered after reaching the top, and the branches and leaves are large and oval.

Walking in it, there is no sense of danger, and I keep walking and walking, but I can't walk to the central temple of the island, and I only walk to the sandy land of the island on the other side.

Then walk back from the sandy land of the island on the other side, carefully observe every tangled tree, carefully observe the ground under the feet of every step, but still can't reach the center of the island, the temple group is like a mirage, you can see but you can't enter.

Phantom Array?

Maze?

Back at the gathering place of the Ghost Face Sect, Wei Ping sat cross-legged, frowning and pondering, thinking for a long time and couldn't think of a reason, he couldn't help but think of Meng Ke, if he was in most of the time, he would probably have some clues.

This wait is actually half a month, waiting for Wei Ping to be upset and irritable, and he wants to just leave, why is this young master waiting here? My purpose is to find an exit and return to the floating human world, not to wait for something!

But when it came, the bearded man came to the sky, and he didn't want to hide his head and show his tail, the old man surnamed Yu rose into the air and left, Fu Zhong hesitated slightly, and he also took off into the air, even if he knew that he was going to use the mantis arm as a car, but his identity and status were there, and he still had to go.

Of course Wei Ping didn't go back, knowing that he couldn't fight and still wanted to go, wasn't he a fool?

It's none of your business, just hang high, just watch the show.

If Wei Ping doesn't go, Monroe naturally won't go.

What is surprising is that another person flew out of the Ghost Face Cultists, wearing an ordinary ghost mask, but he couldn't tell the level of strength.

In addition to the Ghost Face Cult, there is another major demon force on the island, all of them are dressed in white, obviously ghosts, but they are branded with the symbol of the sun on their foreheads.

Mingjiao!

The first great sect in the Netherworld and Ghost Realm!

If the Ghost Face Sect is a foreign religion, then the Ming Sect is a native religion!

When the Ghost Face Sect first arrived, it was not that it had suffered losses at the hands of the Ming Sect, and after more than three hundred years of war, it gradually gained a firm foothold.

More than 1,000 Ming Sect flew out of the two ghosts, stepping on flying swords, white clothes fluttering, but a bit of sword fairy demeanor!

Two Seven Realms Ghost Cultivators, and they are sword cultivators among ghost cultivators!

It is extremely difficult for a ghost to cultivate a sword, and if he is not careful, his papier-mâché-like body will be torn to pieces by the sword qi, and negative examples abound.

As the ghost king of the Eight Realms, he is invincible under the ghosts and gods, and when he saw the two ghost sword cultivators, his face also changed slightly, whether it was a person or a ghost, the sword cultivator was the most difficult.

However, who was he afraid of? The red spear on his shoulder pointed at it, glanced at all the ghosts, and said arrogantly: "You guys, all of you want to stop me?"

The two Seven Realms Ghost Sword Cultivators were silent, and the flying sword sword qi under their feet was agitated, and the meaning was self-evident.

Rahu raised his eyebrows, and he was about to do it.

"No, no, King Luo, don't get me wrong, we just want to enter Luoli Palace with you!" the old man surnamed Yu hurriedly shouted, his voice was very nervous.

Luo Hu turned his gaze to the old man surnamed Yu, his face was disdainful, and he said with a smile: "What if I don't want to?"

"Ah, this and this, I'm afraid our sect leader will take action personally!" The old man surnamed Yu forced himself to calm down, but his voice trembled a little.

"Are you threatening me?" the tip of the Luo Hu gun moved, pointing at the old man surnamed Yu, the blood and fire in his palm burned, and he rotated the body of the gun.

"......" was locked by Rahu's terrifying thoughts, and the old man surnamed Yu was speechless for a while.

It was when the tension was raging that the ordinary ghost-faced cultist standing behind the old man surnamed Yu and Fu Zhong spoke.

"Luo boy, how majestic now?"

Luo Hu was stunned when he heard this, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and then his face was full of excitement, scratching his head, and running towards the ordinary ghost-faced disciples.

The old man surnamed Yu was casually hit by the Yin Red spear, and there was a click in his chest, blood spurted from his mouth, and his breath instantly languished.

The weight was slightly better, and it was casually opened, although it was also spit blood, but the bones were not broken.

"Sister Leng, where have you been all these years? It's so hard to find me!" Luo Hu, who stood beside the ordinary Ghost-faced Cultist, was like a child, very happy, with tears hidden in his big eyes.

The ordinary ghost-faced cultist stretched out his hand to peel off the ghost-like face, revealing a beautiful face, it was Leng Yiren, and the corners of his mouth hooked and said, "I went to the human realm and was trapped over there for many years!"

"Who kills a thousand knives, dare to trap Sister Leng, I'll kill him!" Luo Hu said viciously with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Do you know how to get to the human realm?" Leng Yiren glanced at him and teased with a smile.

"Hehe, hehe, don't you just go with Sister Leng!" Luo Hu scratched his head and said.

The two ghosts talked and laughed, no one spoke, and the two Seven Realms ghost sword cultivators looked at Leng Yiren, their faces changed greatly, and they were not as proud and confident as when they faced Rahu.

As a ghost sword cultivator, it's okay to be able to fight and escape!

But in the face of Leng Yiren, the drum beat in her heart, her prestige spread throughout the entire Netherworld Ghost Realm hundreds of years ago, and she was the No. 1 powerhouse!

Thousands of people on the island were silent, and as soon as Rahu came, he was frightened by his prestige.

One person shouted excitedly: "Leng Yiren!"