I saw that the black fog in the distance began to slowly roll up, gradually revealing a trace of light, and then the voice sneered: "What is the ghost called, disturbing Lao Tzu's good dreams!" As he spoke, the black fog gradually receded, and the light became bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer, and an illusory figure appeared.

Ling Hu Heng was stunned, it turned out that the person in front of him was not flesh and blood, but a primordial god like a phantom!

This man is quite burly, with an unruly face, a rosacea nose and a big mouth, and although he is not very ugly, he has a look that is not angry and self-assured. coupled with messy white hair, he lives like a lion and has the arrogance to look down on the world. Yuan Shen is still like this, you can imagine how arrogant and majestic this person was in the past, what a momentum and demeanor.

Ling Hu Heng wandered in the black fog for many days, and finally saw a "person" who could speak, eh, although this person did not have a complete body. Although the other party seemed to have a bad complexion, and he might make a move if he didn't agree with him, there was still a hint of surprise in his heart. After all, there is not only one person locked up in this ghost place, but also the same unlucky people, which is also a bit of psychological comfort.

Seeing that the other party's tone was not good, he also said without showing weakness: "What does it matter to you that I called me? If you don't want to listen, plug your ears!"

The man laughed: "Lao Tzu has heard a voice that is not his own for the first time in this ghost place for so many years, although it is not much worse than a ghost crying wolf, but he is reluctant to plug his ears!"

Ling Hu Heng felt the same way, and couldn't help but have a little good impression of that person, and asked, "Who are you?"

The man listened. There was a hint of self-deprecation, a hint of melancholy, and more of anger on his face, and he said, "Who am I?

The man laughed hard for a long time, until Ling Hu Heng's eardrums were numb, and he had to use his spiritual power to protect his ears, Ling Hu Heng said in his heart: "This old madman's cultivation is so amazing!"

The man laughed until he felt a little embarrassed, and then he slowly stopped. asked, "Little baby." Seeing that you are young, I don't know if you have heard of the first demon picking the five saints, the first master of the demon path that crisscrossed the heavens, and Xiong Heng of the demon number of the Great Sun Heavenly Demon is the old man!"

Ling Hu Heng frowned slightly: "You are the Great Sun Heavenly Demon who made trouble in Gujian Mountain forty years ago?"

This statement made Xiong Heng stunned. Asked rhetorically: "You mean that Lao Tzu broke into Gujian Mountain back then." Compete for "Heavenly Pupil Technique". It was forty years ago?"

Ling Hu Heng snorted coldly: "I can't lie to you, believe it or not." ”

The bear stood in a daze for a long time, shivering on the ground. His face was excited, and he raised his head and laughed: "For more than forty years, Lao Tzu has been imprisoned for more than forty years in this dark and dark demon abyss! What an ancient sword sect, what a "Heavenly Pupil Technique", actually made Lao Tzu float in this ghost place like a lonely ghost for more than forty years!"

The thick light and shadow kept vibrating, and the piercing and high-pitched laughter vibrated back and forth, making Hu Heng look at Xiong Heng quietly, and his heart was also flooded with monstrous waves: "Trapped Demon Abyss, this is actually Trapped Demon Abyss!" It seems that I did fall into this place in the end, but I heard that there are no less than 100 demons in the Trapped Demon Abyss, why can't I see any other Yuan Shen Soul except Xiong Heng?"

He waited for Xiong Heng to laugh enough before asking, "Old madman, this is the Trapped Demon Abyss?"

Xiong Heng was extremely dissatisfied with Ling Huheng's title, snorted, and said: "Boy, you'd better call Lao Tzu a heavenly demon, otherwise you will be angry and make you cramp and skin, so that you are worse than dead!"

After he finished the warning, he said: "Yes, this is the Trapped Demon Abyss, didn't you hear Lao Tzu just now?"

Ling Hu Heng's heart sank: "The tall and short old man once said that there is the blessing of the Ninety-Nine Xuantian Trapped Demon Array in this Trapped Demon Abyss, and even Xiong Heng's cultivation cannot escape. Am I going to be trapped here for more than forty years like this old madman?"

Ling Huheng looked around, and said suspiciously: "Why are you alone here?" Doesn't it mean that there are more than 100 demons here, and there are also the primordial gods after the ancestors of this faction are dissolved?"

When Xiong Heng heard Ling Huheng say "this faction", a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "You are a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, who is your master?"

Of course, Ling Huheng knew that Xiong Heng and the Ancient Sword Sect were on the same footing, but how could he be afraid of this, and raised his head and said: "My master is a silent Taoist, but unfortunately, I am no longer a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect......"

Xiong Heng was stunned for a moment, looked at Ling Huheng, and sneered: "The Ancient Sword Sect is really short-sighted, you are such a beautiful jade and talent, you are actually willing to do it?" Boy, I see that you have strange bones, and you can't help but worship me as a teacher, I pass on my skills to you, isn't it a good thing in the world?"

Ling Huheng also smiled and said: "Old madman, you haven't been able to go out, even if I learn your ability, what? Besides, there is only one master in my life, and if you call me apprentice, it is absolutely impossible!"

Xiong Heng was stabbed sadly by his words, and the killing intent in his eyes gradually became stronger, so that Hu Heng clenched the "Wufeng" fairy sword and secretly guarded himself, if Xiong Heng broke out and hurt people, he could also escape into the black fog and escape, even Xiong Heng's Yuan Shen might not be able to catch up.

Who expected that Xiong Heng stood for a moment, the fierce light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he sighed in a low voice: "That's it, Lao Tzu has almost forgotten what it's like to talk to people, so I'll keep you for a few more days." When you kid upset Lao Tzu, it's not too late to kill you. Hehe, Lao Tzu has never met a person who dares to refuse Lao Tzu's kindness, boy, you are the first!"

Ling Huheng also sneered: "Old madman, it's hard to say whether you have this ability or not, no matter how bad I am, I won't let you slaughter it." ”

Xiong Heng said with a smile: "Your bull temper is somewhat similar to your master, he was not Lao Tzu's opponent that day, but he resisted desperately and refused to retreat, Lao Tzu still admires his backbone." ”

When Ling Huheng heard that he actually praised the old Taoist, he couldn't help but have a good impression of him, feeling that although he was a murderous and an old devil, he was not a hypocrite.

He smiled slightly and said, "Don't shoot the old Taoist priest's horses indiscriminately, you haven't said why you're left alone?"

When Xiong Heng heard this, he scolded a few words, Ling Hu Heng didn't pay attention to it, and after a while, Xiong Heng said stupidly: "Every once in a while, a cloud of blood mist will suddenly emerge from this ghost place, and it will only stop when it rushes to the Ninety-Nine Xuantian Trapped Demon Array." Whether it is the primordial god in this trapped demon abyss, the physical body, not to mention the lonely soul and wild ghost, as long as it touches this blood mist, there will be no bones left, and the primordial spirit will be scattered, and there will not even be a trace of residue. As soon as Lao Tzu came in, he encountered the blood mist, and it took two hundred years of cultivation to keep the Yuan Shen. Where is you so lucky, kid? Originally, there were still some old devils in this trapped demon abyss, but after more than 40 years and hundreds of rounds, only Lao Tzu was left to hold on here. ”

Ling Huheng frowned slightly, and said strangely: "What is the origin of this blood mist, it is so powerful?"

Xiong Heng said angrily: "If Lao Tzu knew, wouldn't he be able to go out?" Several times Lao Tzu also wanted to sink to the bottom of the abyss to explore, but every time he went down to more than a thousand zhang, he blocked the damn black mist, and he couldn't move forward. Although Lao Tzu kept the original god, this appearance is not much better than death. ”

Ling Hu Heng gasped, according to Xiong Heng's words, the blood mist couldn't even be resisted by him, wouldn't his life be in danger? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "Since this place is so dangerous, why don't you try to get out?"

Xiong Heng snorted and said, "Don't you want to be Lao Tzu?" Don't say that Lao Tzu can't crack that bullshit array, even if he goes out, Lao Tzu only has this person who is not a ghost or a ghost, and if one is not good, he will fall apart." ”

After a pause, he scolded again: "Speaking of which, it's still that damn blood mist, and most of the spiritual power accumulated by Lao Tzu has been consumed before it returns." If Lao Tzu knew who did this good thing, even if he climbed into the coffin, Lao Tzu would drain his blood, skin him, and throw him into the oil pan to fry him for forty years!!"

Ling Huheng was not in the mood to ask how to suck the essence blood of a dead man, and he pondered for a long time before saying: "So, I only need to rush out of the trapped demon array to get out of the trap, although it is a little dangerous, but there is always a glimmer of life." ”

Xiong Heng suddenly burst out laughing, his voice full of contempt. Ling Huheng was so angry that his cheeks were hot when he laughed, and his heart was on fire, and he said angrily: "Old madman, are you laughing at fart?"

Xiong Heng didn't care about the title of "old madman" this time, and pointed at Ling Huheng and said: "Lao Tzu is laughing at your arrogance and ignorance, your little cultivation is not even comparable to Lao Tzu's toes, and you are still delusional about breaking the Ninety-Nine Xuantian Trapped Demon Array, it is really laughing at Lao Tzu! For more than 40 years, Lao Tzu has been impacted many times, and every time he has survived, he has narrowly escaped his life, just with your cultivation, you are not afraid to laugh and be generous?"

Ling Huheng was provoked by him, and the unwillingness to admit defeat in his bones came out: "Old madman, you have brute strength, even if you can't break the formation, what's so strange?" But I'm different, I learned the authentic ancient sword sect exercises, and there is always hope for breaking the formation!"

The muscles on Xiong Heng's face twitched one by one, he stared at Ling Huheng viciously, tried his best to suppress the killing intent in his heart, and laughed instead of being angry: "Okay, Lao Tzu wants to see how you break through the trapped demon array and escape from the trapped demon abyss!"

After that, he bullied in front of Ling Hu Heng, Ling Hu Heng was startled, and before he could react, he was caught by Xiong Heng, and he grabbed his arm and flew up.

Ling Hu Heng couldn't struggle to get rid of Xiong Heng's claws, his body was light, and the person had already flown upward. After a while, I saw that the black fog around me was getting thinner and thinner, but there was a strange red and blue light overhead.

Xiong Heng stopped, let go of Ling Hu Heng, pointed upwards and said: "See, that's a few old immortal guys from your Ancient Sword Sect, who forcibly transformed the cultivation into the Ninety-Nine Xuantian Trapped Demon Great Array before the military liberation, not to mention Lao Tzu, even if the scattered immortals come over, they may not be able to break through this formation and escape!"

Ling Hu Heng stared and watched, but because of the black fog, he didn't see it very clearly. Unconsciously, he lifted his breath and flew up a distance, but before he knew that the alarm in his heart suddenly appeared, and before he understood what was going on, the red and blue light above his head suddenly turned into a six-colored halo, and there were a few muffled sounds. Immediately afterward, three bucket-thick electric lights suddenly fell from the halo, which was almost the same as the Heavenly Tribulation! (To be continued......