Fang Fei'er's pretty face was full of sorrow, the ghost thing in front of her ended up like this, and it taught her to be ecstatic in her heart, she was suffering from the Emperor Seal Spirit Fox clan, and she was already restrained by it during the attack, and she couldn't give full play to this kind of soul body, and the attributes of the Destroying Evil Beast in the Qingyin Energy couldn't be brought into play, but now it was a good time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the moment, his hands were lightly raised, the green light was flourishing, and when his mind turned, he immediately showed a snow-white body and a phantom of a spirit fox with soft hair, and five hairy tails danced wantonly, drawing traces in the void.

The palm-sized green seal, homeopathic skyrocketed into the size of a grinding plate, is printed on the forehead of the spirit fox phantom, a loud shout, from the green seal, rose a huge seal, the whole body is square, the bottom of the texture and the green seal on the texture is the same, towards the front of the ghost fox in danger under the cover, this side of the world as if to be shattered.

At the same time, Youruo and the fat man also roared angrily, and the purple qi and blue light reflected each other, bursting out with a powerful aura, which was more than ten times stronger than the previous attack.

A group of low-level souls, who have long been frightened under this majestic pressure, do not possess their bodies, if they still have souls, at this moment, they seem to be sitting on the ground with all their bodies weak, their souls are scattered, and some of the weaker ones have already turned into nothingness, and there is no trace of it.

Seeing all kinds of attacks coming, the blood light in the eyes of the ghost fox couldn't help but fluctuate, as if it was in a state of extreme fear, because of the effect of this strange force field, it couldn't react at all now, even if it was a soul body that benefited from the power of the ghost palace, it was good to die within the range of that force field.

At this moment, he was like a fish on the chopping board, the status of a hunter and a blood eater, and at this moment, he changed his position because of the golden ritual words that shone in the void.

"Boom, boom, boom ......" A series of explosions resounded, accompanied by the ghost fox's sharp and hoarse wail like a ghost, and the scene was filled with monstrous smoke, endless waves of air rolled, and the souls and demons next to them died when they touched it, and for a while, all this space was cleared.

Except for the blood-marked ghost fox whose body is getting thinner and thinner, there is no one in the field, and under the reflection of the powerful light, it even dispelled the gloom of this ghost palace.

At this moment, the green tendons on Yang Xuan's forehead were about to burst out, as if they would explode, and the Fanchen pen trembled wildly, and the pen was extremely difficult, maintaining the huge "Li" word glittering in mid-air.

Seeing this, his pretty face sank slightly, and the purple mist on the long sword steamed, and in an instant, a purple sun the size of a grinding disc appeared three feet above his head, radiating a soft, but extremely sharp purple glow.

"The sun melts the snow......"

With a coquettish sound, the long sword pointed at it, and the purple mangs gathered into a bundle, instantly enveloping the ghost fox that was already at the end of the crossbow, and the thin black body visible to the naked eye disappeared inch by inch, as if the light of the purple sun was extremely corrosive.

The curling black smoke evaporated upward, from the initial wisps to clusters, and finally even the thickness of the bowl, escaping in the sky, and then being completely melted and annihilated by the purple mang, without a trace.

The blood-imprinted ghost fox, which was once invincible and whose strength crushed everyone present, announced its demise under the reflection of this powerful and mysterious purple sun.

"Bang ......" seemed to be something broken, the original golden huge gift word exploded into nothingness in an instant, Yang Xuan's flat arm no longer had strength at the moment, and it fell suddenly, only to feel that his head was buzzing constantly, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Yang Xuan!"

The abrupt three soft drinks disturbed the space that was rarely quiet, Fang Fei'er, Youruo, Fatty, and the three of them immediately flashed, and they all rushed to their sides, looking at Yang Xuan, who was weak in consciousness and almost fell into a coma, his heart was slightly cold.

This battle, for him, the consumption is really not small, he was hit hard before, and then he tried his best to use that powerful move, but now it is the end of some powerful crossbows.

Without saying a word, he took out three pills from the Sumeru ring, supplemented by the true yuan, and helped him take it, Yang Xuan sat cross-legged at random, and struggled to control the thunder in his body, dissolving the medicinal power of the pill and recovering his state.

The rest of the people saw that it was not a big problem, so they simply sat on the ground, and now the obstacles were clear, although the whereabouts of the people of the Wangtian Palace and the Emperor Seal Spirit Fox clan were clear, but except for Yang Xuan and the fat man, the rest of the people knew that the purpose of this trip was not just so simple.

One more point of strength is restored, and in the face of unknown possible dangers, there is one more point of protection.

After a long time, everyone came back to their senses from their cultivation, and for a while they looked at each other, looking around at the miserable situation and the dilapidated and dark houses, and there was a look of disbelief in their expressions.

After another moment, Yang Xuan also quietly opened his eyes, and his tired state was swept away, but his slightly pale face proved that he had not yet returned to his peak state.

"Miss Phillip...... Are you the Emperor Seal Spirit Fox clan?"

The abrupt question made Fang Fei'er slightly surprised, and then nodded lightly.

"That'...... Divine Light...... The Flood Trials ......"

"I—I don't know what you're talking about"

Fang Fei'er's words flickered, and she deliberately didn't look at him, as if she had something unspeakable, and she was seen by everyone in the field.

Yang Xuan was silent and no longer spoken, but his eyes were slightly blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Okay, the crisis has been solved, I don't think it's as good as ......"

Before Yuemei's words were finished, she was interrupted by Yang Xuan, and everyone's eyes followed his raised arm to look at the magnificent but gloomy ghost palace.

"What's there?"

"Huh?"

"Why does it feel familiar?"

Everyone was secretly frightened, but Fang Fei'er sighed inexplicably.

The field fell into silence again, and after a long silence, Yang Xuan suddenly got up, held the Fan Chen pen in his palm, and the faint golden thunder was swirling, waiting for him, and walked towards the ghost palace very slowly step by step.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and then followed behind them, their feet not stopping, their expressions solemn, God knows what kind of ghosts and ghosts would exist in this place that seemed to be particularly important.

The closer everyone got to the portal of the ghost palace, the more obvious the gloomy and depressing feeling became, only to see that the ghost palace was pitch black all over, and the material was inexplicable, as if it were one and the same, and there was no trace of building and splicing.

The boxy palace walls and magnificent buildings are extremely dark in color, and just approaching them has a chilling sense of horror.

"Shall we—go in?"

A disciple of Wangtian Palace asked in a trembling voice to Elder Yuemei beside him, a powerhouse of the Peerless Realm.

Yue Meidai frowned slightly, and nodded slightly, seeing that Yang Xuan didn't seem to feel this strange aura, her heart was even more confused.

"It is said that there is a treasure in this nightmare ghost palace, but for thousands of years, there has not been the slightest news that has emerged, but looking at Yang Xuan's appearance, there is something strange, is it difficult to ...... Probably not, how can people in such remote places have this opportunity?"

She thought so, but she missed something, Yang Xuan was from a remote land, but he could go from a mortal to this point and become a monk in the realm of True Yuan Tibet, how could he be missing the word chance?

There was a soft sound of "sque......ak", and the door of the ghost palace opened a gap, and the inexplicable building of the material made a strange tone that only this kind of wooden gate can have.

It was also pitch black, deep and inexplicably weird.

Yang Xuan entered it first, and suddenly, the mortal dust pen trembled, and the rich golden light was wanton, rendering this space transparent.

At first, everyone thought it was Yang Xuan's means for lighting, but looking at it through the light, it seemed that he was also very surprised, and my right hand of the rod also trembled rhythmlessly, and it was a little uncontrollable.

"This ......"

"Yang Xuan?"

"I don't know, it's just, that familiar feeling is getting stronger."

As soon as the words fell, the mortal earth shook violently, and instantly came out of his hand, suspended in mid-air, the brilliance was more prosperous, and the pen blade flipped back and forth, and after a while, it finally stabilized, but it flew away in an instant.

Yang Xuan was shocked in his heart, the movement of the Fanchen pen was too strange and unpredictable in his opinion, so he made up his mind, stepped on it heavily, followed closely behind, and chased away.

In the pitch-black ghost palace, only a golden streamer was seen flying in front of him, followed by a group of monks, as if running in the direction he had guided.

Suddenly, in this space, there is a faint hint of evil aura, which is different from the darkness of the scene, but it is unique and hideous.

......

......

"Mo Yuan Xingxing, the living beings have been robbed...... an old Taoist in a rough sermon robe was uneasy, "It seems that the existence that has been suppressed by the living beings is going to abuse and kill the living beings again?"

The quaint and magnificent tower, just like this reckless sky, overlooks everything in this world.

"Blessings and curses, it's really unpredictable......"

......

In the ghost palace with a slight change, the scene was extremely treacherous, and the darkness dispelled by the golden mangs suddenly trembled suddenly, and once again hidden everything around them, and everyone was here, it was even more difficult to see the slightest, and even a golden shadow that suddenly crossed in the air was suppressed by the darkness and became blurred.

The constant sound of "whirring ......" breaking the sky, as well as panicked shouts, resounded again and again in this pitch-black environment.

The same disciple who had been beside everyone, the monk, was gone, no matter how he shouted and how he ran, as if he was in an empty forbidden.

After running for a few steps, the golden light finally disappeared from his eyes, Yang Xuan was stunned, and turned around coldly, but he was extremely surprised and stunned in place.

"What about the people, when they came in together, why was I the only one left?"

I kept repeating this concept in my heart, and the voice of "Youruo, fat man ......" echoed in this wide space, and there was little aftermath, but there was no response.

Yang Xuan sank down and perceived, everything around him seemed to be filled with a layer of thick mist, and the divine thoughts could not be found in the slightest, and the mortal dust pen that had already been connected by blood did not even have a trace of connection, but as if it had never existed.

But how is that possible?

Yang Xuan panicked, waving his arms uncontrollably like a blind man, and the whole person became a reptile in the darkness, losing his direction.