There are tens of thousands of desperate skeletons in the dim river, skeletons eating and laughing, anyone who sees this scene will feel terrifying, but Yang Zhao's expression has not changed.

The river around the wreck gradually cleared, and the starry sky came out of his eyes, illuminating the surroundings, and the thousands of skeletons and ghosts floating in the river looked a little sluggish for some reason.

These skeleton ghosts have not seen the light for countless thousands of years, and they feel very strange, but they are very yearning, and then in the depths of their consciousness, they have endless fear.

The bones and hands around the wreck suddenly peeled off, like weathered stones, washed away by the current, and the bone fingers left on the wall of the ship also dissipated in an instant.

The skeletons and ghosts finally came to their senses, screaming and running away into the dark river around them, some skeletons covered their ears, not wanting to hear the cries of their companions, and some skeletons held their heads, as if they felt that it was safer, those ghosts ran faster, but whether it was the world of the earth or this magical world, who could run faster than the light?

Yang Zhao stood on the sunken ship and looked around, the bright starlight shone brightly at the bottom of the gloomy and dark river, and countless skeletons and netherworlds were purified and turned into black smoke in the screams.

The black smoke did not dissipate, but poured towards the sunken ship, and in a short time, it soaked the river even darker, like substance, and surrounded him tightly.

Yang Zhao took out the Void Sword and slashed forward, but he couldn't cut through the black smoke, and the feeling transmitted back from the blade of the sword was very weird, a little slippery, and extremely thick. It's like some kind of leather, and it's like internal organs.

Along with this strange sensation from the blade back to his body, there was also an extremely wild and intense desire, which was very pure, and there was nothing but greedy desire^.

Yang Zhao's chest was slightly tight, remembering the greedy look in the eyes of tens of thousands of skeletons and ghosts that he had seen before, he was a little vigilant, and he wanted to force this desire out of his body when he raised his divine sense.

Thinking is also in vain, that desire meets his strong divine sense, like fire meets oil. Suddenly, it increased countless times. It's burning. Invaded into his consciousness.

Yang Zhao's heart was instantly paralyzed, and his face turned pale. He didn't understand what was going on, why it was happening, even if he couldn't force it out.

"This black smoke is the essence of these skeleton ghosts. They are also demons. Jumpsuit said in his heart.

Yang Zhao was still puzzled. Why are these demons formless and insubstantial?

"These demons are dead demons. Lianyi said slowly: "The demons in my heart are in turmoil. Natural poisoning. ”

The desire from the black smoke gradually deepened, the beating of Yang Zhao's heart became chaotic, and the poison of those demons contaminated in the mountains and forests in the city finally broke out.

Burst. Yang Zhao was in great pain. A mouthful of blood spat into the black smoke in front of him.

Only a sizzling sound could be heard, and the black smoke was burned by the invisible flame, and it kept wringing like a dark cloud in the wind, which seemed extremely painful, and there was a faint painful thought from the depths.

At this time, the jumpsuit was helping him, his body was full of bright starlight, and so was his blood, full of holy and radiant power, and the blood went into the black smoke. Nature begins to purify.

Yang Zhao understood what to do, raised the Void Sword and slashed at the bottom of the river This is his own intention, this blade is ruthless, cutting the bodies of those skeletons and netherworlds, he raised his head, his left hand grasped the hilt of the knife and stabbed out fiercely in front of the thick black smoke, the feeling from the blade of the sword is still so tough and sticky, but as the black smoke on the blade of the sword is stained, the feeling gradually fades, and the blade of the sword gradually deepens, until it enters the black smoke one foot.

Purple Void Intent rose in the sword, and hit the hilt like an iron hammer, and the two powerful forces were superimposed back and forth, like waves on the surface of the river, only a pop was heard, and the iron sword was completely submerged in the black smoke.

Countless starlight erupted from the iron sword, and the black smoke kept struggling, as if the internal organs were wriggling, looking a little disgusting and a little terrifying.

There was a strong smell of burnt paste from the black smoke, and the light came from the blade of the knife, and then spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye, illuminating the bottom of the river, and also revealing the true face of these dead demons.

These demons are different from what Yang Zhao saw, they are virtual things, formless and incorporeal, they are black smoke, but in the black smoke that hangs down at the bottom of the river like a curtain, there are countless souls, there are countless desires, and Yang Zhao even saw his face inside.

He knew very well that if he continued to hold on to the demon like this, he would eventually enter the battle at the level of consciousness, if it was before, he would naturally not be afraid, but now that the suit was in his heart, he categorically refused to let the demon enter his body, it was too dangerous.

The bright starlight continued to burn, as if it was endless, and the Void Sword inserted in the black smoke became a little looser, Yang Zhao stood at the bow of the sunken ship, poured the Purple Void Intent into the Void Sword, and dragged it hard!

I could only hear a loud noise—not the sound of water, this was the bottom of the river, not the surface of the river, and no matter how big the waves were, it would not make such a sound—it was the sound of black smoke being cut, as if thousands of resentful ghosts, and more than a dozen slimes of lust turned into sticky, poured out of the cut of the Void Sword.

Yang Zhao didn't see this disgusting and weird scene, lowered his head and continued to carry the sword, the Void Sword kept walking in the black smoke, and in an instant, the black smoke was cut into countless pieces.

The black curtain shattered, and the body of the demon body was destroyed, just like the fish gap was broken, and countless resentful ghosts and desires turned into sticky things, like water gushing out of the fish gap, surging towards the sunken ship.

The sticky matter that the desire turned into could not go far after losing the demon body, and slowly sank to the bottom of the river, while those resentful ghosts had no weight, and they flew lightly along the current to the sunken ship.

However, when these resentful ghosts actually climbed onto the wreck, the screams of joy quickly turned into screams of terror, and the next moment they were purified into nothingness.

Yang Zhao's eyes are like stars, he can see these pictures clearly, and the clearer feeling comes from the skin, he can feel the extreme chill brought by countless unjust ghosts, as well as those extremely resentful anger and unwillingness, very similar to those demonic desires that he felt in the Tower of Babel, maybe these ghosts are the same as those monsters.

With the help of the jumpsuit, his current body is full of bright stars. But it can't be like the body of the jumpsuit, just relying on the power of the witch spirit tree, to purify these resentful ghosts.

It stands to reason that he should force out the bright starlight in his body at this time and burn these resentful ghosts to death directly, but thinking that he has been deeply poisoned, it is solemn to get out of this big river, he wants to save some time, so he didn't do anything, and let countless resentful ghosts be silently purified by time.

In a very short time. The shipwreck was filled with countless ghosts. It was as if thousands of resentful ghosts had squeezed into a huge black ball there, like a school of fish at the bottom of the sea, and Yang Zhao was in the deepest place.

For practitioners, this situation is terrifying. Yang Zhao was very calm. He had experienced the feeling, or the pain. He knew that as long as his mind was steady, there would be no danger.

His gaze pierced the ghost in front of him, and he did not move. The ghost ghost in the river kept rushing to the wreck, and the soul group became bigger and bigger, and even almost touched the water, he closed his eyes in the soul group, waiting for that moment to come.

After a while, most of the ghosts in the river came to the wreck, gathered around him, kept whispering and buzzing, and occasionally a few ghosts floated outside, looking very anxious.

"Imps, don't be too naughty. Yang Zhao thought so.

As his mind turned slightly, an extremely bright starlight appeared at the bottom of the dim river, accompanied by an extremely violent roar, and the purple void flew away from the Void Sword and flew around his body at high speed.

Where this purple void passed, the river water evaporated into bubbles, and the blazing flames erupted wildly, and the ghosts who surrounded Yang Zhao had no time to escape, and they turned into green smoke in the wailing!

In an instant, the bow of the ship became extremely clear, and only the clear river water was left around Yang Zhao's body, where could he still find the ghost of the wronged, where was there still cold and resentful thoughts?

There were more than a dozen resentful ghosts who did not squeeze into the boat, and they were a little unwilling, but they didn't expect the situation to change so dramatically, and they desperately fled to the dark part of the river, and kept screaming in terror.

Where would the purple void let these filthy things escape, with a roar, flapping his wings and flying again, chasing after those resentful ghosts, the fire wings swept lightly, and those resentful ghosts turned into green smoke.

Those ghostly imps felt the changes in the field, and began to slowly retreat into the dark depths of the river, they were all frightened, so they walked extremely quickly, and in the process of retreating, it seemed extremely painful.

Looking at this scene, the skeletons at the bottom of the river made a buzzing whispering sound, as if they didn't believe what they saw, and when they looked at the wreck, they became very quiet.

Yang Zhao's body shook back to the sunken ship after the purple void was released, and he looked at the ghost ghost who disappeared into the darkness, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell on the ship.

The jumper asked worriedly in his heart, "Is there anything wrong?"

Yang Zhao opened his eyes, nodded and said, "If it weren't for you, there might be something, but I'm also a very lucky person." ”

After that, the wreck was raised, and the river parted a road, revealing the sky on the river, and the rain clouds had dispersed, and the water in the boat flowed and flowed clean, and walked between the waterways.

The water walls on both sides are very clear, and you can't see the swimming fish, but you can see those resentful spirits with blurred faces, and you can also see countless skeletons, those resentful souls are a little more intelligent, and they don't dare to do anything at all, just look at them with some fear, and those skeletons instinctively stretch out their bony hands, wanting to leave the people on the boat behind.

Yang Zhao smiled slightly, looked at the bone hands that stretched out, and with a wave of his sleeves at will, purple light fell, and the bone hands were instantly purified.

No skeleton dared to approach the water wall again, the resentful soul floated in the water, and the boat traveled between the water walls, he looked at the scene in front of him, and remembered the scene when he crossed the Netherworld Blood Sea in the Chaotic Star Immortal Mansion, it was not so beautiful, but it was very weird.

The boat went to the other shore and ran aground on the mudflat, Yang Zhao used the void sword to crutches the ground, walked towards the grassland to the east, came to the grassland, looked back at the river that was already calm as a mirror, he gave birth to a lot of fear, but also gave birth to a lot of pride, as if he came to the other side, who else could stop him?

At this moment, the Buddha's light in the dark sky of Hexi was flourishing, and in the hundreds of zhang redwood forest that had been leveled by him with his sword intent, there was a faint sound of demon roaring, and he knew that the countless demons in this world were coming again.

He smiled slightly, didn't look back, just muttered: "If you have the ability, cross the river and chase me." ”

......

......

PS: Send two updates at a time, it feels like it's a little 233!(To be continued......)

PS: Send two updates at a time, I feel a little 233!

Or the first time I've done this