Qingyun Valley.

The door of the Yama Hall is open, there are ghosts crying wolves howling, the ghost fire of the forest white looms in the door, and the ancient qi is circulating, like a fierce beast reborn in ancient times, and will choose people to eat.

"Nine Peaks disciple goes to hell!"

The people of Ming Bing Dao shouted, and the sound was like thunder, causing the entire Qingyun Valley to change.

The eight people of Bu Qingtian were spotless, and they stood in front of the seventeenth generation of all the Taoists, and stepped towards the forest white ghost fire.

Lei Gang laughed, he walked at the end, and his body was gradually filled with a layer of silver-white thunder, the thunder light was like a snake, and the surrounding air was almost completely distorted.

Eight people stepped into the Yama Palace, and were swallowed by layers of ghost fire, and after that, all the seventeen generations of disciples finally stepped into it one by one, and everyone had a solemn expression, as if facing a great enemy, obviously, the situation in this Yama Hall is not simple.

Qi Tian and the others approached the Yama Palace, and many disciples whispered.

"Jianfeng has long since declined, and with that inferior kendo, he actually came to participate in the small competition. ”

"That Qi Tian, but I heard that it has been less than a year since the entry, less than a year, just a kendo, what can be cultivated. ”

"Senior Brother Bu, they still pay some attention, I think that legend is just a legend. ”

The innate sword body is strong, and after surviving the Ninefold Xuan Thunder Tribulation, the life essence has reached an astonishing level, even if you don't use your sword sense, within a radius of a hundred zhang, no sound can escape Qi Tian's ears.

He frowned slightly, and had already arrived in front of the Yama Palace.

The dark Yama Hall seems to engulf the mind into it, and this is just standing in front of the temple gate, it is hard to imagine what kind of horror there is when you step into it.

Yama Palace, eighteen layers of hell, and the earthly level sect is a little unbelievable with its sealing of the Dao heart, and no one knows what the reason is.

As far as everyone could see, Qi Tian and the two glanced at each other, and stepped into the ghost fire at the same time.

The Nine Directions Cloud Stage, the immortal mist is curling, and above the Cloud Stage, at this time, in addition to the Nine Peaks Peak Lord, there are only hundreds of sixteen generations of disciples left, as well as a few dozen elders.

Ming Bing Dao sat cross-legged, on the cloud table in front of him, there were several jade bowls, several jade plates, the jade bowls were empty, and among the jade plates were cyan spirit fruits, each of which exuded aura and contained a strong life essence.

"Hundred-year-old Qingyun Fruit, Ming Bing invites you to enjoy it, Ming Jian, junior brother, your purple bamboo brew, today I have prepared a wine bowl. ”

"Senior brother in charge is polite. ”

Seeing that the Taoist chuckled, his right hand flipped over, and a white jade gourd suddenly appeared in his hand, and he threw it with his sleeve, and the white jade gourd floated in the air, as if there was a sword qi contending, revealing the slightest wisp of sharp edge.

Nine purple bamboo brewing crystal like jade, the aura on it is churning, the purple qi is dense, the nine Jiuquan crosses the sky, there is the aura sprinkled, many sixteen generations of disciples take a deep breath, they feel the concentration of calm qi, the power of the Dao breath, all speed up a point.

On the cloud platform, the people of Ming Bing Dao showed a look of surprise: "Five hundred years of purple bamboo brewing, the junior brother is addicted to alcohol, this time, it is rare to be generous." ”

For the rest of the seven cloud platforms, the seven peak masters all had different colors, but no one spoke.

Taking a sip of purple bamboo brew, Ming Bing Dao said with a smile: "I don't know what you think you think this time, in the seventeenth generation, you can make a name for yourself in the Yama Palace." ”

The Lord of Lieyang Peak said with a smile: "Three years ago, Xiaobi, the name of the leader was won by the head senior brother Feng Shangbu Qingtian, Yama Palace, he broke through the third layer of hell and stopped at the fourth layer of the Evil Mirror Hell, this time, I think he can break through the fourth layer and the fifth layer of the steamer hell, I am afraid that he will not be able to stop him." ”

Ming Bing Daoist chuckled lightly and didn't speak, but looked at the Purple Thunder Peak Lord and said, "Senior Brother Ming Lei, what do you think." ”

The main body of the Purple Thunder Peak is thin, the purple hair is like a waterfall, there is a trace of purple electricity entwined on it, and the surrounding Xianxia is possessed, but it is separated by the purple resistance, he sits in the clouds, and the Ming Bing Dao people asked, he pondered for a moment, and said: "The eight veins have their own strengths, and the Ming Thunder cannot be broken." ”

Seeing that the Taoist frowned slightly, the Lotus Peak Yuntai, the Lotus Peak main plain gauze long skirt, her bearing was solemn, her eyes were like electricity, and she gave birth to a millimeter, and she opened her mouth abruptly at this time

"I think, the two of Jianfeng can be in the top ten. ”

Several peak masters frowned and were silent, and on the cloud platform of several parties, some sixteenth generation disciples shook their heads faintly, disapproving.

The decline of the sword peak is a foregone conclusion, this is the confirmation of the endless years of the Eastern Earth Shenzhou, that is, there is an innate sword body that cannot be recovered, the immortal punishment thunder tribulation, it is difficult to avoid retreating, and it is also necessary to have an amazing spirit stone, ten **, will die under the thunder tribulation, or the spirit stone is broken, and the life is over.

This is a sword path that is almost severe, even if there is vitality, it is also very small, no one can last long, neither can the Sword Peak Patriarch and the Master of Xuanjian.

"Step into the sky, the second layer of scissors hell!"

There were sixteen generations of disciples who shouted in a low voice, since the seventeenth generation of people entered the Yama Palace, on the Jiufeng Cloud Platform, a piece of pitch-black jade plaques appeared out of thin air, and eighteen blood patterns were imprinted on the jade plaques.

At this moment, on the cloud platform of Qingyun Peak, the jade plate branded with Bu Qingtian's true name suddenly had a blood stain, exuding a hazy blood, and the second blood mark also gave birth to a faint blood light.

Yama Temple.

Stepping into this legendary land, in the Yama Palace, boundless and vast, Yun Fei and the others who originally stepped into it together disappeared, and the pitch-black earth was like stepping on cold ice, and a bone-chilling chill rushed into the body.

With a cold snort, the innate sword body was swollen, and the majestic life essence surged, and in Qi Tian's body, it seemed that the sound of the waves was born, and the invading cold qi was suddenly dispersed and disappeared.

There are miserable screams, sad and sad, ghostly, and terrifying.

The cold air was shaken away, the land of Yama changed, and a huge dungeon appeared.

A famous ghost pawn had two horns on his head, his face was hideous, he was covered with pitch-black scales, his eyes were bloody, his mouth was bloody, and at first glance, he had no tongue.

On the iron pillar of the dungeon, countless people were bound on it, their mouths were stretched open by iron sticks, and the dark and cold ghosts hooked their tongues, pulling them outward inch by inch, and the plasma gurgled out, converging into a river of blood on the ground, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves rushed out of the river of blood, and the air rushed into the sky.

"If you enter the hell of pulling out your tongue, you should suffer the pain of pulling out your tongue!"

Between heaven and earth, there was a ghost sound vibrating, Qi Tian saw a flower in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been bound to an iron pillar.

There was a flame under the iron pillar, and the iron pillar was hot, and the robe immediately had the image of burning.

"If you enter the hell of pulling out your tongue, you should suffer the pain of pulling out your tongue!"

Another ghost pawn roared, and the cold light of the iron stick in his hand burst out, piercing Qi Tian's lips.

His face turned cold, he took a deep breath, Qi Tian's eyes suddenly burst out with a brilliant sword light, and the iron stick in the hand of the ghost pawn was shattered, and it was shocked out at the same time.

"I have been open to heaven so far, with a clear conscience, even if Yama is alive, you can't condemn me, you little ghost, you dare to ask me for guilt!"

The mighty life essence surged, the sharp qi was like a storm crashing on the shore, the iron chains on the body were broken inch by inch, and the sky fell to the ground, the sword pointed at the eyebrows, and the viscous sword sense gushed out, condensing into a golden and jade-colored sword.

Sword knowledge condenses the sword, cuts through the delusion, these ghost pawns are not strong, at most it is equivalent to the perfect cultivation of the seventy-two evil Dao skills, only with the vast evil qi and ghost qi of the first layer of tongue pulling hell, can be suppressed in people, and the Dao Ji who is in a slightly worse state of mind may also be suppressed, but Qi Tian stepped on the forty-nine heavens in the burial sword pool, and the four thousand nine hundred swords were also fearless, how could this evil spirit and ghost sound shake his mind.

The golden and jade color sword slashed, the force split like a mountain, every sword fell, all like an ancient mountain crushed, in this eighteen layers of hell, there is no possibility, before Qi Tian knew the sword, there was really the shadow of the ancient mountain manifested, dozens of ghost pawns, under a sword turned into powder, the dungeon collapsed, the sky collapsed.

The majestic life essence roared in his body, and Qi Tian looked up, and a pitch-black prison door manifested on the collapsed dungeon, and a terrifying sound of grinding teeth came from inside. (Sword Ancestor has nearly 4,000 collections now, as long as one-tenth of the book friends vote a few votes a day, Sword Ancestor can also show brilliance, ten steps to summon everyone, wake up, Sword Ancestor needs you, the glory of Kendo needs you!)