The monk died, turned into a ghost, and his spiritual consciousness died and fell forever.

The cultivators of the evil sect raise ghosts with resentment and anger, and all they refine are powerful ghosts without spiritual sense.

This kind of ghost thing is bound by the monk with a rune, as long as the rune is broken, this group of powerful ghosts will immediately turn against the monk, today, the monks of the seven sects should be punished by heaven.

"The cycle of heavenly principles, retribution is unpleasant, good is rewarded, and evil is rewarded. Today, I, Jiang Yan, will let you see the backlash of powerful ghosts! Since I know that I have the means to resist ghosts, and I dare to use ghosts against my underworld army, I will find death by myself, so I wonder others......"

"Dream Dao, Eighteen Layers of Hell, the Ghost Domain Opens, and the World Recruits Ghost ......" A monstrous sky rose into the sky, and in an instant, Jiang Yan pinched the law seal in his hand, attracting the monstrous netherworld aura, his voice fell, and the scene of the boundless ghost domain appeared behind him.

Promoted to the third rank of the Great Dao Divine Soul, he was already able to display more advanced dream path methods.

King Mengyan created six reincarnations, nine heart dreams, and eighteen layers of hell dreams...... , this eighteen-layer hell dream is prepared for the "soul suppressor". If you can pass the eighteen-story hell dream, you can become the city god of the underworld and dominate the river region of a country, and the eighteen-story hell dream can already be projected into the real world.

"The world recruits ghosts, this is ......" The monks of Beijiang were extremely surprised and retreated one after another.

But in the void, there is a boundless illusion, and in the illusion, there is a dead soul in a black and white robe, holding a chain, and the world is looking for souls. Behind all the ghosts is a big word: Official.

This is the eighteen-story hell dream, the first dream, the hell of the ghost.

The underworld dream can open the soul of the dead, and anyone who can pass the first dream can become a ghost of the underworld. The ghost soldier is a military profession, conquering the world, and the ghost officer is a civilian job, and the world collects souls.

"The world recruits ghosts, and the fantasy realm also wants to deceive me? Dream Dao? Hmph! There is no Dream Dao Immortal Sect in the entire Northern Regions, and the Yin Corpse Sect listens to the order and kills me ......."

Yan Zhen didn't believe that Jiang Yan could use dream path spells at all, and he didn't know the Netherworld Qi, so he thought that Jiang Yan was pretending. As soon as he gave an order, the monks of Beijiang attacked the underworld army one after another.

"No, the sigil I planted is shattering, these ghosts are enlightening, how can it be ......"

"It's really a dream, the Blood River Sect listens to the order and retreats ......"

Goosebumps exploded all over the body of the Blood River Sect, he had lived for more than three hundred years, and he had never seen such a strange thing, the rune seal was rooted in the ghosts and spirits, and it stands to reason that it was impossible to break it. This time, he sensed the change in the sigil, and he was extremely surprised.

"Night wanderer, collect people's souls. The king of Hades told you to die on the third watch, and you don't dare to keep people until the fifth watch......"

"Suppress the soul, destroy the ghosts, we will govern the land, and prosper and ...... peace"

"When a monk does evil, his name is left on the book of life and death. Iron painting hook, soul lock plus body, soul arrest prison, eternal fall and sink ......"

Jiang Yan's divine soul power was too strong, he instantly wiped out the runes in the body of the powerful ghost, and the eighteenth layer of hell could pass through layer by layer, and there was no need to pass the level once. Among the millions of ghosts, there are amazing talents, and in an instant, thousands of ghosts have passed through the first dream, and these awakened ghosts have all been enlightened.

The black-robed night wanderer, the gray-robed soul officer, and the white-robed soul arresting officer, all three officials are the foundation of the underworld.

"Oh no, the sigil I engraved has also disappeared, and all the ghosts under my command have turned into black-robed ghosts, what the hell is this?

"What's the matter, my ghosts are all prostrate on the ground......"

"Soul hunter, I'm not mistaken! This ghost thing actually knocked out the soul of the junior brother with a stick......

When the three officials woke up, one after another the monks of the Beijiang Evil Sect exclaimed again and again, their faces changed drastically, and they all did not know what was happening! At this moment, in the camp of the Beijiang Evil Sect, there were already monks retreating.

"Night wanderer, collect people's souls, the soul of the junior brother was captured by him......" The three major officials came out, and the Beijiang camp was in chaos, and the army was suddenly collapsed.

"Soul suppressor, kill ghosts, its ghost head knife can actually smash the soul of the dead with one sword......"

"Beware of the white-robed soul hunter, the mace in its hand can knock human souls, don't let it get close to ......"

Ghost officials are as rare as ghost generals, although there are many millions of ghosts, but there are not many who can really become ghost officials, the first dream is over, the three officials add up to less than 10,000, and the ghost officials are one in a thousand existences.

Although there are only 10,000 ghost officials, but the strength they have shown is indeed quite terrifying, and now at the foot of the Luoluo Mountain, the monks of the Beijiang Evil Sect seem to have entered purgatory, this is the evil retribution they have done for their boundless sins, karma, and sincerity does not deceive people.

"Help! Senior brother, I don't want to die, my strongest ghost has become a soul hunter, and it has become a three-flower ghost cultivator. ”

"Why? Why don't my ghosts fight back, they're afraid of the soul suppressors. ”

The evil sect was in turmoil, and all the monks retreated one after another, and now no one dares to fight. The monks of the Beijiang Evil Sect were like wheat, and when they were harvested by the three officials, countless people died in an instant. The most terrifying thing is that the three officials are always silent, and this silence makes the atmosphere of the battlefield extremely weird.

Silence, a long silence, in addition to the three officials, Jiang Yan and the ghost army also stood silently outside the battlefield, and the silence of the underworld made the Beijiang monks feel extremely frightened. They couldn't imagine that there was such a strange force in the world.

"No ......"

A quarter of an hour later, more than half of the Beijiang monks were killed and wounded, and the five thousand dead bodies fell to the ground, trampled into mud, and the souls of the five thousand dead bodies were seized by the "Night Wanderer" on one side, and the dead souls all knelt on the ground.

The corpses all over the ground, the strange kneeling ghosts, and the ghosts waiting to die are all terrifying. At this moment, everyone's hearts collapsed, and they all had the intention of retreating.

"It's over, my Yin Corpse Sect is finished, the elites of the sect are all wiped out, this Beijiang, there is no place for my Yin Corpse Sect to stand ......"

"Run, junior brother, no matter how far and how far we run, it is impossible for us to defeat this ghost army......"

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, go ......"

Everyone scattered and retreated, and in an instant, most of the monks on the battlefield retreated, and at this moment, there were only more than a thousand people left on the battlefield. These people had no chance to escape, and the three officials firmly surrounded them.

"Jiang Yan, do you really want to kill them all?" The evil sect was surrounded up and down, but in the meantime, the head of the Yin Corpse Sect scolded loudly.

The Yin Corpse Sect suffered heavy losses in the battle just now, but it failed to break through, and now nearly half of the monks who remain on the battlefield are disciples of its sect, and among the people left, the cultivation of the Yin Corpse Sect is the highest. Except for him, the other six major sect leaders all fled.

"Hehe, kill them all? yes, I'm going to kill them all......"

"You have done all kinds of evil, you have committed a heinous crime, today, kill your Yin Corpse Sect, and in the future, I will completely cleanse the Beijiang Prefecture and destroy the evil sect......" Jiang Yan's face showed a cold expression, and he shouted.

As soon as he spoke, he pulled out the bone sword at his waist, and the battle of Dingding should be over.