The barren battlefield has become a hell on earth due to the bloodbath of the ghost saints.

The corpses were all decomposed, and the smell of blood and corpses filled the place, and the huge smell of people couldn't open their eyes.

The breeze swept by, the unpleasant smell wafted away, and the residents of dozens of miles nearby couldn't bear it anymore and quietly moved away, far away from this Shura land.

The trees and flowers near the battlefield have also begun to wither, making the place even more desolate.

There is not a single figure for dozens of miles, and the bones of millions of people will slowly rot here and slowly sink under the earth.

Broken weapons, worn armor, and the corpses of war horses lay on the blood-red earth.

Two green, one gold, three streamers swept through the air and landed on this barren battlefield.

Three figures appeared on the blood-red earth of the battlefield, and the three of them didn't care at all about the huge smell of blood.

A monk, a white-haired old man, and a young man.

The monk and the white-haired old man stood side by side, and the young man stood quietly behind the white-haired old man, silent.

The monk is dressed in a robe, about sixty years old, tall and very thin, his fingers are as slender as dry branches, and his eyes are not bright, but there is a faint layer of warmth and crystalline, which seems that the Buddhism has reached the top of the realm. As soon as he appeared, he recited a few Buddha horns, and he couldn't bear to see the Shura battlefield in front of him.

The white-haired old man is dressed as a Taoist, dressed in white, his hair is also pure white, his face is delicate, and he has a refined appearance.

The young man's face was twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in green clothes, with a handsome face and an extraordinary atmosphere. He followed closely behind the white-haired old man, keeping a few steps away from him, respectfully maintaining the courtesy of master and apprentice.

The three of them walked on this battlefield, and every step they took, they felt a little unbearable.

The monk walked over to a corpse that had not yet decomposed, and carefully examined the state of the corpse, his eyes were blank, and there were no scars on his body.

He and the white-haired old man inspected dozens of corpses again, and the demeanor of the dead corpses was extremely similar, there was no external injury on the whole body, and the internal organs were all complete, not like they were shocked to death by a huge force, and their eyes were all blank.

The white-haired old man said, "Senior brother, what do you think?"

The monk recited the Buddha's horn in a low voice: "As we guessed in advance, the souls of these people have been taken away!"

"This kind of soul dementoring technique is only available in the ghost way! Ingesting the souls of dozens or hundreds of people is nothing to ordinary ghost people, but forcibly ingesting the souls of millions of people at once, even the ghost saint has never possessed this kind of great magical power!" said the white-haired old man.

"Maybe this matter really has something to do with that ghost saint!" said the monk.

"Could it be that Senior Brother has discovered something?" said the white-haired old man.

The monk shook his head and said, "I'm guessing too. The ghost saint is the most profound existence in the ghost path, and the path is not below you and me. He may not have this ability, but if he uses external objects, he may have this kind of supernatural power. ”

"Could it be that Senior Brother is talking about the legendary ghost Dao divine soldier?" said the white-haired old man.

"Some time ago, there was news of the birth of the Ghost Dao Divine Soldier in the Illusory Demon Valley, and we all sent our disciples to check it out. The ghost saint also went to the Valley of Illusions. I'm afraid that thing has already been born!" said the monk.

"After being reminded by Senior Brother, maybe this matter really has something to do with that ghost soldier!" said the white-haired old man.

"Whether this matter has anything to do with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner or not, we need to speed up the investigation. If the legend of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is true, I am afraid that we will encounter a great catastrophe in this world!" said the monk.

"More than a dozen large-scale battlefields were washed in blood, and the methods were strange, and the demon path was also shaken, and they also frequently sent people to investigate. I have already informed Senior Brother Qingxu and Senior Brother Qing Shui, and presumably the two of them will also investigate in person!" said the white-haired old man.

"If this matter is really done by the Demon Dao, the three major lords of the Demon Sect will definitely take action, how can the three of them tolerate being ridden on the head by the Demon Dao! We don't have to worry too much about the Demon Sect, I am worried that it is indeed our righteous path!"

"If this matter is really related to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, presumably the two Qingxu brothers will also take into account the overall situation and go all out to fight against the enemy with us! Compared with the common people in the world, a false name does not matter. The white-haired old man said.

"After the death of Brother Tianxu Dao Immortal, the current Chaokun Sect can no longer be compared with before! Is the false name of the righteous path giant really that important?" the monk sighed.

"I have also heard the news of the death of Brother Tianxu Dao. What I didn't expect was that Yan Yan would be locked up in the Chaokun Sect for a hundred years, I really didn't think of it!" the white-haired old man sighed.

"That Yan Yan has done a lot of evil, and he is very evil, but the Fire Spirit Bead is the treasure of the Dao Sect, and this person's Taoism is not much lower than the two of us! The two of them turned Chao Kun Sect upside down, but the purpose was to save an outer disciple. "The monk said.

"I've heard about this too!, what is the origin of the outer disciple?" said the white-haired old man. He had been in seclusion for many years and knew very little about these miscellaneous matters. If it weren't for the great war a few years ago, the elders of the sect would not have mentioned it at all.

"That outer disciple's name is Li Yu, and now he has become a demon! This person can escape his life in the hands of the Ghost Saint and the Black Brake, it's not easy!" the monk said.

"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves! It's a pity that he went the wrong way!" The white-haired old man sighed and said. He said to the young man in Tsing Yi behind him, "Qinglong, how much do you know about Li Yu's situation?"

This young man in Tsing Yi is the green dragon of Qianyang Mountain.

Qinglong said respectfully: "Master, I haven't seen that Li Yu either, I heard that he has an earth spirit bead and a fire spirit bead in his hand, and even the White Tiger junior brother is not his opponent." This person fought fiercely against Yinji and Broken Chen with one enemy and two enemies, and later killed Broken Chen. Fierce Fighting Fish Cultivator didn't know whether he won or lost! Under the eyes of the Ghost Saint, he killed a Ghost Dao monk called Silence, and in the end, even the Ghost Saint personally took action, and he was not left behind!"

"I see, no wonder Senior Brother Qingxu can't tolerate this person!" The white-haired old man is none other than Yiyang Zhenren, the head of Qianyang Mountain.

That monk is indeed the abbot of Donkey Kong Temple.

After Wufa learned that a large number of battlefields had been washed in blood, he was shocked, and he felt strange, so he invited Yiyang Zhenren to investigate the matter together.

Yiyang Zhenren was in retreat, and received a letter from Enlightenment, and he didn't dare to be ambiguous, so he took Qinglong to investigate this important matter together.

"Master, why does Master Qingxu value the Five Spirit Beads so much?" Qinglong said puzzled. He was smart enough to guess the real reason why Li Yu was not allowed by Chao Kun.

"The reason for this, the teacher will tell you sooner or later, now is not the time!" Yiyang said.

"After all, Li Yu is a descendant, and he can't pose a threat to us at the moment! Let's first investigate whether this bloody battlefield has anything to do with the Ten Thousand Soul Flags?"

Li Yu's actions in the near end of time caused a big sensation, otherwise the two masters of the righteous path would not talk about him.

"There is no distinction between good and evil in this son, if we have the opportunity, we will guide him to the right path first, and if it really can't be removed! If you have the chance, it is best to take the fire spirit bead and the earth spirit bead over, the two spirit beads are too dangerous in his hands! The spirit bead is the safest place in my Qianyang Mountain! A catastrophe is uneven, and a catastrophe arises again!"

A catastrophe is uneven, and a catastrophe arises again!

Qinglong and Wufa didn't understand what this sentence meant for a while.

After all, Wufa is not an ordinary person, and he has vaguely guessed that this is mostly related to the Five Spirit Beads, but this is related to the secret of other people's Daomen, so he didn't ask again.

Qinglong wanted to continue to ask the master, but seeing that he had a bitter face, he didn't dare to speak.

"Let's follow the traces of the ghost saint and see if this has anything to do with him?

"Senior brother is very right, if it is really the ghost saint who makes a move, you and I will work together to destroy this demon!" Yiyang said angrily.

About the same time!

On a small battlefield hundreds of miles away from Tearless Town.

Wuben and Gongyeshuo walked on this battlefield with heavy faces.

The death of these mortals is the same as the situation of the previous battlefields, all of them have no skin injuries, their eyes are blurred, and their souls are lost.

"Master, this is too strange, is this really man-made?" said Gong Yeshuo in surprise.

More than 200,000 people died at the same time, with no injuries all over their bodies, and they died in exactly the same state, is this really man-made?

"I don't know! For more than a year, nearly 20 battlefields have been washed in blood, and not a single one has survived! After the senior brother in charge learned about it, he went to check it out with Yiyang Zhenren from Qianyang Mountain, and with the experience of the two of them, I believe that there will be a statement in the near future!"

"What? Yiyang is really out of the customs?" Gong Yeshuo exclaimed. Yiyang Zhenren is the head of Qianyang Mountain, the first sect of the righteous path, and has been in charge of Qianyang Mountain for hundreds of years. I didn't expect this to shock him!

"Nearly 10 million mortals were slaughtered, and all their souls were taken away. Senior Brother Yiyang cares about the world and will never sit idly by!"

Half an hour later.

Two wind-breaking sounds sounded, coming in this direction.

Two fires, one red and one black, streaked across the sky like two meteorites, coming towards this battlefield.

Wu Ben looked at a flash of fire in the air, his eyes froze, and he said to Gong Yeshuo: "An acquaintance is here! It seems that what Xinzen said is true!"

"What?" said Gong Yeshuo as he looked at the two flames in the air.

The two fires are one red and one black, one before and one behind, the red one is righteous but not evil, and the black fire is indeed very evil.

Two fires fell, and two figures appeared on this battlefield, which were Li Yu and Wu Feng.

The two of them have lived in seclusion in Tearless Town for nearly a year, and their lives are peaceful. There was a bloodbath on the battlefield near Tearless Town, which alarmed the residents of Tearless Town, and Li Yu felt that this matter was strange, so he came to check it out with Wu Feng.

Eight eyes look at each other, there is shock, there is care, and there is also indifference.

Seeing a monk and a scholar in front of him staring at Li Yu with their eyes firmly on him, Wu Feng was a little angry, and when he stepped out, the monstrous black flames emerged from him, and three black fire lotuses appeared around him.

Wu Feng was surrounded by black flames, and he held two fire lotuses in his hands and shouted, "Who are you two?

"Jiuhe Shura Fire!" Wu Ben said in a slightly surprised manner, and then turned his gaze back to Li Yu, his face full of concern.

"Hmph!" Gong Yeshuo is going to teach Wu Feng a lesson with a Sanskrit pen!

"Stand down!"

A loud shout sounded, Wu Feng looked at Li Yu in surprise, and he didn't quite understand why his son-in-law was angry. He didn't dare to slack off, put his hands together, collected the Dao technique, and the black flame disappeared.

Eight eyes looked at each other, and the situation was a little awkward.