The yin qi is dense, the ghost qi is vertical and horizontal, if the dark clouds are overpowering, the black tide is surging.

Countless Yin soldiers and Yin horses charged fiercely, the human voice whimpered, the horse neighed, and the iron clothes were slamming, and the anger was surging to the sky, like a raging flood, and the entire tiger burial cave was trembling, and the terrifying power made people unable to breathe.

Traversing one side, destroying everything, spears rise and fall, and look at everything!

The wind was howling, and the weeds were blown away, and the strange insects were screaming and fleeing in a hurry. The big stones of more than ten zhang on the side were instantly turned into powder, and there was nothing to stop it, and it would completely collapse when it was touched.

Lu Chen and before, he stepped on the trail and walked chaotically, turned the star gate, and his body was illusory, and there was no definite shape.

The broken knife is fierce and galloping, its vastness, its majesty, more magnificent than thousands of troops and horses. A tragic aura went head-on, Lu Chen only raised his eyes, and the blood light surging around his body was like fire, so he put the knife on his waist, and cut it out in an instant, and the naked eye could see the dazzling line of blood light, and then surged, rushing like a big river, engulfing everything in front of him.

"After that, there should be a treasure!"

Lu Chen gritted his teeth, and his figure approached again and again, and he brazenly slaughtered into the Netherworld soldiers and horses, surrounded by cages on all sides.

The Yin soldiers roared, the Yin horses roared, the pitch-black evil qi surged, ominously fell, and the Yin and the Netherworld, which was originally only condensed in the tiger's head, gradually spread, filling everything that could be seen by the naked eye. The earth was pitch black, the grass and trees withered, and the insects died, so those strange-looking human-faced spiders and eight-legged snakes all fled in a hurry, but when they met the soldiers and horses of the Netherworld, they were about to die in blood.

Rush to kill everywhere, the blade is pointed, unstoppable!

The endless Netherworld soldiers and horses roared again and again, and the evil qi was rolling and surging, and in it, the miserable howl continued, and those human-faced spiders and eight-legged snakes could not resist, but when they were caught up, they were trampled with iron hooves, and they became meat in an instant.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

Rushing to kill the Yin Yin soldiers and horses, Lu Chen didn't dare to be careless, but in the depths of the tiger's head, I don't know when the sound of war drums came from afar, dull and sad, and terrifying.

When the soldiers and horses of the Netherworld roaming around heard the drums of war beating wildly, they froze for a moment, and then stepped straight into the air, coming into the air. Under his feet, the black clouds rolled, and thousands of netherworld soldiers and horses suddenly lined up in formation, with spears in front, broadswords in the middle, and bows and arrows behind, as if the war drums were commanding.

Lu Chen's heart trembled when he saw it, but he never thought of retreating.

With a wave of the broken sword, endless ferocity rolled in, and a sea of blood visible to the naked eye appeared around it, filling this vast space. At a glance, it was like an ocean, rolling and moving, with thousands of corpses floating in it, agitating and killing infinitely, rolling the cold wind and wind. Just as the thought was about to arise, the sea of blood was churning, and the waves were stirring up to the sky.

With these underworld soldiers, there is no need to talk about morality!

But when he saw the line of blood light, Lu Chen's body was entangled in the killing machine, and he slashed out with one sword, and he didn't know how many Yin soldiers and Yin Horses were annihilated. But even so, yin

There are still countless underworld soldiers and horses, but Lu Chen didn't pay attention to them, so he slashed again and again, turning into a majestic sea of blood, as if the sky was falling into a river, swallowing all those underworld soldiers and horses.

As long as the swords and qi are exchanged, countless powders flutter in the wind.

Stepping out, Lu Chen's figure went straight to the tiger's head, only a pair of eyes had seen the surroundings, the knife was broken and the way was opened, and the killing opportunity was infinite.

But when he was about to enter it, Lu Chen's complexion changed suddenly, and his body froze out of thin air, and he could no longer move forward.

As soon as the drums sounded, Lu Chen's heart jumped uncontrollably, and the blood and qi around his body were also condensed for a moment, unable to run at will, and there was even more heat everywhere, as if the blood was boiling, and he was about to explode and die. But at this moment, the golden characters in his life abyss manifested divine light, and the drum sound would sound three times, and Lu Chen's face was also blood-red, and the golden characters and divine light flowed, and everything was destroyed, and the heat and dryness all over the body also dissipated.

The blood will return to calm, and the array of thousands of Yin and Netherworld soldiers and horses will roar and rush to kill.

Lu Chen didn't know what was going on, and he didn't have the heart to think about the strangeness, so he raised his hand and slashed out, and it could be seen that there were three thousand knives, rolling and stirring, and those Yin Netherworld soldiers and horses who rushed to kill were all turned into powder and dissipated in an instant.

The front of him was finally empty, and Lu Chen would not stay long.

The Netherworld soldiers and horses are endless, and they don't know where they came from, so it's useless to continue to delay. With only a blade, the yin qi in front of him was broken, and he finally saw a huge pit where the tiger's mouth was. In it, a pitch-black and crystal ghost-faced six-leaf flower is taking root, and there is a tall corpse standing next to it, dead but not falling, covered in black armor, the head is born with two horns, the hand is like a sharp claw holding a war spear, the foot is more than a tiger's claw stepping on a copper drum, majestic and coming, as if it has not yet died, just a pair of eyes staring at the direction where Lu Chen is, the battle intent is endless, the killing machine is infinite, and it is even more terrifying, like a heavenly demon in the dust.

As soon as he saw it, Lu Chen's body froze completely.

Demons!

It was clear that there was no longer life, but looking at it like this, facing the pair of eyes that were no longer bright, Lu Chen still saw incomparable ferocity and sin in them. It is as if a dark tide unfolds in front of us, and it is full of ferocity, and all kinds of desolation and horror eternity are traced, and there is no end to the day.

The golden words in the abyss trembled, and the divine light penetrated through his body, and Lu Chen's body suddenly became agitated, and he woke up.

But when he looked at it again, the surrounding Netherworld soldiers and horses gathered again, each fierce and unbearable, and their roars were comparable to thunder, as if they were completely enraged, wielding spears and killing them. It was magnificent, like a mountain and river collapsing, Lu Chen didn't dare to be careless, raised his knife to meet it, and with a flick of his wrist, the killing machine gushed out, twisting all those Yin and Netherworld soldiers and horses into powder and dissipating.

A mouthful of turbid gas is spit out, and the blood and gas in the stool are exhausted.

There are too many soldiers and horses in the Yin Netherworld, such as Lu Chen has mastered a little bit of the power of the broken sword, and he can't fight for a long time, so now he slashed with a knife, without any hesitation, he stepped on the star gate seventy-two turns, and strode forward, but in a short moment, he came to the tiger's mouth.

But he will approach, and when he reaches out, suddenly a yin wind blows in his face.

Just for a moment, it seems like thousands

The ghost howled and screamed, filling his mind, and as far as he saw in front of him, he was in a trance, and his spirit was about to leave his body. Ghost-faced six-leaf flower, born with six leaves, a plant, three-petaled and it, the human face is like a ghost, what a strange appearance.

Lu Chen had already been vigilant in his heart, but he couldn't resist it, so he was stunned in place like a soul in a short moment, clearly feeling a splitting headache but couldn't show any expression. The spirits were all drifting away, and the flesh was gradually collapsing, and the palms that poked out slowly dripped blood, and began to turn into pus from the fingertips.

"Humanity is insignificant, the fairy road is boundless, the ghost road is happy; when life is the door, the fairy road is noble, and the ghost road is noble; the fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often murderous! The high and clear spirit is beautiful, and the sad song is in the space..."

"Ghost Dao Immortal Dao Sutra" sounded, and thousands of yin and evil listened to the order!

At the location of this tiger's head, the Yin Netherworld soldiers and horses rushed up and approached but suddenly stopped, and their fierce eyes flashed with the color of struggle, but they completely lost their luster in just a short moment, and stood in place in a daze without any movement. In Lu Chen's mind, he heard in his ears, and the howling of thousands of ghosts became weaker and weaker, so that he could distinguish that it was a bitter and overlapping voice.

was in a trance, and finally woke up, and when he looked at the ghost-faced six-leaf flower, Lu Chen was also inexplicably frightened in his heart.

I hadn't seen it clearly before, but I only saw that the tall demon corpse on the side was majestic and fierce, and I ignored the existence of this ghost-faced six-leaf flower. But now I can see that the ghost-faced six-leaf flower is really like a human face, but its face seems to be crying and laughing, and the three petals are swimming in it, which can be clearly not in this direction before. What's more, this ghost-faced six-leaf flower is pitch black but crystalline, spreading the ghostly aura and gloomy aura, but now looking at it, it is clearly a spirit spirit.

"Holy Spirit?!"

Lu Chen's pupils shrank suddenly.

He had only heard of the Holy Spirit but had never seen it, and Lu Chen didn't know what the real Holy Spirit looked like. But now I see that this holy spirit is by no means a good thing, and I don't know if it is psychic, but it has such a ability that people's spirits will be separated from the body.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Chen turned around and saw that those Yin and Netherworld soldiers and horses were standing still, and even the ghost Dao traces around him were manifested, and the sound of the Great Dao echoed, if the Hong Zhong Da Lu sounded, the entire tiger head was suppressed by those strange Dao marks.

"Whatever weird you are, pick it up first!"

Lu Chen gritted his teeth, his heart was also ruthless, he raised his hand and ingested the holy essence of the ghost-faced six-leaf flower into the palm of his hand, and then turned around, and the spear held by the demon corpse also came into his hand, and he even turned around and kicked it out, forcing it away, and the war drum was never lost, so he put it away together.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

Everyone can understand such a truth, but how many people really follow such a truth?

In the end, the demon corpse, even if there is a black mist spreading, it is a demonic energy rising. Just look at it again, the black armor of the demon corpse all over the body gradually fell off, revealing a muscular body, which was dead but not destroyed, but suddenly gave birth to a lot of strange black hair, wrapping its entire body, and the original gray eyes lit up a little figure, full of blood.

Lu Chen saw it clearly, his pupils shrank sharply, and his face was even whiter.

"Roar..."

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