It was a group of gray-robed people with vague figures, about a dozen people, their faces were covered by a layer of black mist, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, the gray robes on their bodies were like robes, and there was a string of black prayer beads hanging around their necks, and their hands were folded together, but they gave people an indifferent and cold and lonely atmosphere.

They sat on a black lotus flower, which was divided into forty-four petals, like a black treasure ship, flowing with black mist, floating and swaying on the murky sea.

"They are ghost monks, descendants of the Dizang Buddha in the underworld!" The ink butterfly girl's pupils shrank, as if she was talking to herself: "Could it be that the rumors are true, the one who united several ghost emperors to kill the Immortal Emperor White Tiger Divine Beast was the Dizang Buddha Emperor who guarded the eighteen layers of hell in the underworld?"

She seemed surprised, a rare gaffe.

The underworld, the ghost monk, the Jizo Buddha?

Chu Xun and Shangguan Yao both felt very unfamiliar, but when they saw Mo Die's gaffe, they were also keenly aware that the situation seemed to have changed!

The black lotus flower diffused with a dreamlike mist, floating and sinking in the silent black sea, a group of gray-clothed ghost monks, with a unique indifference and cold silence in their breath.

This scene is very weird, and it makes people feel cold in their hearts when they see it.

When he reached the huge whirlpool of seawater, a gray-clothed ghost monk let out an obscure Buddha voice from his mouth.

At the same time, there was also a black bowl ritual vessel that was sacrificed, suspended above the huge lotus flower, and hundreds of millions of dark divine rays were sprinkled, which evolved into one Buddha after another, sitting in all directions of the void.

Faintly, there are wisps of ancient Sanskrit sounds.

Suddenly, the whirlpool of seawater, which had been slowly rotating, stood still as if it had been imprisoned.

A moment later, the mysterious group of gray-clothed ghost monks all disappeared and entered the whirlpool.

After they entered the whirlpool, Ink Butterfly sighed and told a secret of the world.

The underworld, that is the collective name of all the yin ghost worlds, such as the Huangquan Nine Netherworld, the Six Reincarnation Ghost World, and the Lifeless Life and Death Realm were only part of the underworld in ancient times, and because of the later war of immortals, the underworld collapsed to have the ghost world and other realms.

At that time, in the eighteenth layer of hell in the underworld, there was a Buddha Jizo Buddha who was entrenched at the level of an immortal emperor, and he once issued a supreme wish that hell is not empty, I will not become a Buddha and I will not enter hell, which shocked the nine heavens and ten earths in one fell swoop, causing the heavens and all worlds to shake, and producing a huge vision of heaven and earth.

After that, the Jizo Buddha founded the Jizo Temple on the eighteenth floor of hell, collecting ghosts to teach the Dharma, and providing supernatural guidance and liberation to those ghosts who came to hell to suffer.

Although the Jizo Buddha disappeared after the Battle of the Immortals, the inheritance of the Jizo Temple was passed down in the eighteenth layer of hell.

When Mo Die said this, he couldn't help but sigh: "In short, this Jizo Temple is very mysterious, since the battle of the immortals, its descendants have never walked out of the hell world, and many people suspect that they have long been annihilated in the long river of history. ”

"I never thought that after a lapse of infinite years, when this great world was approaching, the ghost monks in the Dizang Temple would actually appear in the world of cultivating immortals......"

"No life and no fear, no self and no fear, what Jizo does, super soul ghosts, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Mo Die muttered to himself.

No matter how slow Chu Xun's reaction was, he realized that Mo Die seemed to have great respect for this Tibetan Buddha.

"So, the Immortal Emperor White Tiger Divine Beast that fell here was killed by the Buddha of the Dizang Temple back then?" Shangguan Yao asked suspiciously.

"Absolutely. When Mo Die said this, his face changed slightly, and he said, "We also have to act quickly, those ghost monks of the Dizang Temple must have the same purpose as us!"

Brush!

As soon as the words fell, Shangguan Yao next to him had already taken action. She sacrificed a sword, shining brightly and brightly, dazzling and dazzling, giving people a kind of immeasurable power that went up to the nine heavens and fell to the netherworld.

An indescribable aura of supreme sanctity spread out, causing the void to wail, as if it was bowing down.

This piece is an innate treasure, Tianyang Sword!

The sword of the head of the Mixed Yuan Sect had earth-shattering power, and at this time, an invisible terrifying aura spread from the sword body, causing that huge river whirlpool to be imprisoned in an instant.

"Let's go!"

Shangguan Yao took the lead in sweeping over.

Seeing this, Chu Xun, Mo Die, and Ding Xinlang followed closely behind.

As for Sun Cheng and the Wu family brothers and sisters, they all stayed, hiding and waiting in secret, their strength was relatively insufficient, and their lives would be in danger if they entered.

As soon as Pu Yi entered the whirlpool, it was like falling in the clouds, and the four fields were vast, and he couldn't see anything clearly except the turbid seawater, and his ears were full of the sound of the sea shaking the void.

I don't know how long it took, a glimmer of light appeared in front of Chu Xun and the others, and they realized that they were about to pass through the whirlpool and arrive at the place where the remnants of the White Tiger Divine Beast were sealed.

It's just that just as they passed through the whirlpool and came to a slightly bright and dim space, the mutation rose sharply-

A gloomy demon-slaying Zen staff smashed into the air, setting off a cold and terrifying black light in the sky, which was powerful and heavy, and the air emitted a piercing whistling sound.

It was a gray ghost monk, the black mist on his face was long gone, and his resolute face had a unique coldness on it, like a fearless Arhat in the legend.

"Look for death!"

Something unexpected happened, and before Chu Xun could make a move, Ding Xinlang on the side had already taken the lead in attacking, carrying a golden spear and killing violently, extremely fierce.

Bang Dang!

With a roar, the gray-clothed ghost monk who sneaked up was shocked and retreated, and the demon-slaying Zen staff in his hand buzzed, almost flying out of his hand.

Ding Xinlang is unforgiving, his whole body is shining brightly, blooming with a surging and terrifying divine brilliance, a spear is martial, and he has a great posture of sweeping the world, and his power is extremely terrifying.

Rumble!

In an instant, the gray-clothed ghost monk let out a muffled snort, and his shadow-like body slammed into the ground.

It was also at this time that Chu Xun and the others finally saw clearly that at the bottom of this whirlpool, there was actually a dilapidated and barren world of ruins, like an abandoned secret realm.

The world here is gloomy, and the air is filled with a bloody killing aura that has not been eliminated for thousands of years, which makes people tremble.

"You don't learn well as a bald head, but you learn from other people's sneak attacks, how can you be so shameless!?" In the void, Ding Xinlang was like a god of war, and his whole body was full of radiance.

At this moment, he is indeed so fierce that he is a mess, worthy of being a rare genius of the Ding family for a thousand years, carrying a spear, conjuring up thousands of spear shadows, smashing the gray-clothed ghost monk unable to raise his head, constantly being knocked away, coughing up blood.

Chu Xun was stunned for a while, and his expression was strange.

Since he was brutally beaten and ravaged before, this Ding Xinlang has been very dull along the way, not saying a word, and looking depressed.

Who would have thought that at this time, he broke out, as if he was venting his long-suppressed emotions in his heart, and venting all his grievances, shame, and resentment to his opponent.

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