Luochen's eyes suddenly darkened, and a loss of control of his soul out of his body made him sick, and after a brief period of dizziness, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

It is a black world without flowers and trees, and the dead are everywhere. In the middle of the world, there is an erupting volcano, and the hot magma is rolling and sliding, like a red and heavy iron cable, closely connected to the volcano.

If this sight alone is not enough to impress the falling dust, but in addition to the volcano, there is an endless procession walking on the volcano.

When Dust got closer, the team was actually composed of countless souls, their eyes were empty, with confusion, and they walked towards the crater in a trance, and were splashed by magma on their bodies on the way, as if sublimated, disappearing into the world, as if they had never existed. The souls who survived the magma eruption climbed up the crater again, their faces showing serenity, and they jumped into a sea of fire, like moths to a fire, which was their final destination.

"Reincarnation volcanoes, drowning in the sea of suffering, stubbornness for a long night, can not be changed. A woman's voice interrupted Luochen's contemplation, and he followed the sound and found that there was an empty flat land not far away, and there were monks sitting on the ground, all dressed as disciples of the Demon Sect.

"What you just saw is a world that the Guigu Supreme has evolved in his own state of mind within the mustard seed Sumeru. "The woman's eyebrows are like ink paintings, and her spirit is like autumn water, which is cold and vulgar, and she rejects people for thousands of miles, but because of the melancholy quietly revealed on her body, it makes people feel pity.

"Zhao Xin'er, you see the brocade...... Is Zhiruo's junior sister?" Seeing each other again, the dust was full of mixed feelings, and a throbbing inexplicably arose in the depths of my heart.

"The first thing you said when you saw me was to ask other women?" Zhao Xin'er said suddenly.

The surviving Demon Sect disciples around had not yet woken up from the catastrophe of the trial, with a look of horror and worry, they lowered their heads to treat the injuries on their bodies, and did not pay attention to the conversation between Luochen and Zhao Xin'er.

"No regrets, seeing that you are safe and sound, senior brother is relieved!" The team of ten people gathered together, and a man dressed as a scholar stood out, and he hurried in the direction of the falling dust in three steps and two steps.

"On the way to find the rescue of the head of the supreme, she was ambushed by the ghost king, but fortunately, I happened to meet her and rescued her, and now her body is no longer in serious trouble except for some weakness. Zhao Xin'er didn't want to show her relationship with Luochen in front of outsiders, Ning Caichen's appearance made her wave her hands, and the delicate body lying on the right side was lifted in the air, and she was gently sent into Luochen's arms, and then disappeared in a puff of white smoke.

Glancing at the sleeping face in his arms, Luochen looked thoughtfully at the place where Zhao Xin'er disappeared, and there were some gains and losses, and it was not until Ning Caichen came to his side that he woke up from his distraction.

"This time the ghosts and gods are in turmoil, the Ghost Valley Supreme, who is good at ghosts, has already had a plan to seal the ghosts and gods, so you don't have to worry too much about it without regrets. Misunderstanding Luochen's thoughts, Ning Caichen said comfortingly.

"How many disciples are left to sacrifice to Tianfeng?" The words of the ghost god are still vivid in the mind of the dust: Half a hundred pigs are worth the vitality of one of you.

Ning Caichen smiled bitterly at Luochen, pointed to the only group of nine in the distance and said, "Twenty disciples of Heaven Sacrifice Peak, counting you and me, eleven people have survived. ”

"After a reckoning just now, each peak sent twenty disciples to participate in the trial, but there were only twenty-two people left in this incident......

"Are you counting the disciples of the Heavenly Peak?" Luo Chen's voice trembled.

"Count ......"

Of the 120 living lives, only 22 survived...... The bloodlust of the demon god ignited the boundless anger of Falling Dust, for a voice kept echoing in his head, passionate, fanatical, and reverent......

"Little Master!"

"Little Master!"

"Little Master!"

Silent teardrops fell on this black world, without a single ripple, evaporated on the edge of the volcano, and the thoughtless soul still lingered in the sea of suffering, constantly circulating death, resurrection, death...... until numb.

"The Heavenly Peak is here, the brothers are here, I am here. "This is not just a promise, but also an oath to himself, he wants to make the ghosts and gods who hurt the brothers of the Heavenly Peak Priest fall forever!

"I have taken you out of the Ghost Howl Cave, no regrets, Sifan, you are responsible for leading the remaining disciples to the Allied Countries, and you will not be able to come back without my orders. Guiguzi changed his previous calm, and his serious voice echoed in the mustard Sumeru.

"Ghost Valley Supreme ......"

"Don't say more!" Guiguzi shook his sleeves, and twenty-one figures flew out, and everyone in the dust came out of mustard Sumeru, and returned to the real world, outside the ghost howling cave.

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