The sound was fluttering, and it was impossible to discern where it came from.

The cultivators looked nervous, the sound of swords and swords rang out repeatedly, and many Yuanying monks no longer kept their hands, and finally sacrificed the magic weapon.

After the words fell, Ji Baiyi and the Yuelong Dao people opened their eyes at the same time, and flashed out in the northeast direction.

And in the crowd, Lone Star also suddenly looked at the void space in the northeast direction, and the purple light in his gloomy eyes floated, and his speed was only a little slower than Ji Baiyi and the Moon Dragon Dao people.

"Hey, you two juniors have good spiritual sense, but you are not qualified to see my true body yet, defeat my men first, I have prepared an interesting opponent for you, hahahaha-"

After finishing speaking, everyone immediately felt a huge vibration from the ground under their feet, as if someone had torn it open, and a huge crack spread out from the depths of the blood mist like a spider's web, heading straight for everyone's feet. The cultivators immediately dispersed to both sides.

Soon, a black crack in the ground that is seventeen or eighteen zhang wide and does not know how far long it appeared in the eyes of everyone, deep in the crack, pitch black, nothing can be seen, even if the divine sense looks, it is only down to a depth of more than ten zhang and cannot continue to descend, but there is a painful wail and a tyrannical cry, as if below is the Huangquan Ghost Domain, and the ghost pawn is whipping the soul of the guilty with a leather whip.

A black aura like flames rose from the depths of the cracks in the ground.

Ji Baiyi and the Yuelong Dao people had stopped at this moment, standing above the crack in the ground, their eyes flashing, staring at the movement in them.

After a while, no monsters came out, and the Moon Dragon Daoist threw a glance at Murong Zhuo who was not far away.

Murong Zhuo nodded slightly, spread out his palms, used his mana, and silently recited a spell in his mouth. A flame suddenly rose in his palm, this flame was only half the size of a palm, but the color was a strange golden color, blazing, beating restlessly in Murong Zhuo's palm.

"Go!"

Murong Zhuo scolded lightly and threw his hand. The golden flames fell deep into the cracks.

After the flames were released, Murong Zhuo pinched a few strange spells with both hands one after another, and the flames suddenly rose with golden light, illuminating the cracks.

Standing on the edge of the crack in the ground, the Yuanying monk and some bold Jindan monks looked down, only to see a reddish eye, lit up in the depths of the ground, as if they were also looking up.

Two of them were even more dark purple, extremely eerie and evil, when the cultivators saw his eyes. At the same time, his heart tightened, as if the other party could send out some kind of sharp attack just by looking at him.

"Ji Baiyi, Yuelong, I endured humiliation and secretly survived underground, and I survived for a hundred years, and finally waited until today, it's time to be with you Taiyimen. Settle the old score!"

A low, hoarse voice like the sound of the wind. Coming from the cracks, the words were full of unforgettable hatred, as if there was an uncommon hatred with Taiyimen.

Ji Baiyi and Yuelong Daoren glanced at each other, and they both saw a look of confusion in each other's eyes, and they didn't seem to remember what grudge they had formed a hundred years ago.

"Who is Your Excellency? We have killed too many demons in Taiyimen. I don't remember so many nameless people. ”

Ji Baiyi's expression was indifferent.

In the depths of the earth crack, there was a sudden strange laugh that was not like a human voice, sharp and piercing, and the monk below laughed: "The two of you don't remember the old man's name, you should always remember the old man's breath!"

After all that is said. In the dark cracks, there was a sudden indescribable cold aura, which was completely different from that of humans.

Souls?

Ji Baiyi's heart moved, and he sneered: "It turned out to be a ghost, you old ghost, you escaped for your life back then, and you didn't go back to your hometown of the Heavenly Death Department, but have been lurking in the Guyuan Mountain Range, and you have been the lackey of that old monster, it's really pitiful and ridiculous!"

Several Yuanying monks of Taiyi Gate suddenly realized.

It turned out that the monster underground was the three elders of the Soul Clan's Heavenly Death Department, this person took a few soul clans to Bilan Mountain, promised many spirit stone magic weapons, and wanted to exchange them for the body of the original god of the ghost rain, but was rejected by the angry Taiyimen monk, Ji Baiyi didn't say a word, and directly started to kill Zuihou Only the ghost Li Xing escaped with a self-detonated magic weapon, and disappeared.

The monks of Taiyi Gate thought that he had already returned to the snow field and had long forgotten about it, but they did not expect that this old ghost had been lurking in the Guyuan Mountain Range, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

The monks of other sects, of course, don't know the origin, but when the elders heard the three words of the Heavenly Death Department, their faces immediately showed a solemn look, they knew a little bit about the soul race, this mysterious race was an existence that almost all human demon beasts did not want to face.

In the depths of the crack, the ghost let out a poignant long laugh and said: "Speaking of which, the old man also wants to thank you Taiyimen, if you hadn't injured me, I wouldn't have had a chance to meet the ancestor, and it would be impossible for me to advance to the late stage of the Secret Soul Realm, in order to repay you, let me swallow your primordial spirit!"

As the words fell, a frantic roar sounded, and the monsters in the depths of the cracks, like nimble monkeys, climbed the mud walls and soared up, black shadows, like the yin gods of hell, stretched out their claws and fangs.

And the purple eyes of the ghost force rose directly into the sky and swept upward.

"Ghost power, your second brother Ghost Rain Shake, tried to take away my body, I suffered for decades, the old man has always wanted to go to your Heavenly Death Department to seek justice, since you want to die, the old man will take your sacrifice flag first!"

A cold glow also flashed in the eyes of the Moon Dragon Dao people, and when they raised their hands, they were a golden talisman, smashing towards the ghost.

"Brother Jindan, all retreat!"

Ji Baiyi shouted loudly at the other monks, many of these people were not lightly injured, if they continued to lose, it would be difficult to maintain the subsequent purge.

Bang!

The talisman exploded, and hundreds of silver sword rays appeared out of thin air, smashing like a torrential rain into the dark space with a radius of more than ten zhang centered on the ghost's power behavior.

In the darkness, I couldn't see any movement of the ghost force, only heard a short and powerful shout suddenly from the ground, the sound was rolling up, the dirt fell, and the sword light contained in the hundred sword talisman of the Moon Dragon Daoist was instantly shattered into smoke by the sound wave.

The eyes of the Moon Dragon Dao people tightened, the soul clan in the late stage of the Secret Soul Realm was really not simple.

The sound of the wind sounded continuously, and dozens of figures rushed into the air and rushed towards everyone, these people had different images of men, women and children, but the light of hatred in their blood-red eyes was the same. Almost all of them's clothes were rotted and hung on their bodies one by one, exuding a disgusting rotten atmosphere, and they didn't know if they were still alive.

If Ye Bai is here, he can definitely see that two of them are the brothers and sisters of Huang Ying and Huang Jie who he followed when he first went to Cangbai Mountain.

And among these people, the most conspicuous is still the ghost, this person has a huge skeleton, but there are not a few taels of flesh on his body, skinny, a black robe seems to be worn on a bamboo pole, sunken cheeks, extremely ugly, at first glance, like a ghost, dark purple eyes staring at the Moon Dragon Dao and Ji Baiyi viciously.

Ji Baiyi was silent, and took out a dim and simple long sword.

"Senior brother, let me in this battle, you can just go and greet those little devil cubs!"

The Moon Dragon Daoist said lightly, his eyes calm and his expression determined.

Ji Bai glanced at him slightly and nodded silently.

Yuelong Daoren and he are known as the two most outstanding geniuses in Taiyimen for thousands of years, but both of them are also low-key and rarely make moves. The people of Yuelong Dao have been running around all year round, and it is even more difficult to measure his depth.

Even Ji Baiyi wanted to see how many means the Moon Dragon Dao people were hiding.

On the shriveled face of the ghost, a strange disdain appeared, and he felt a slender and sharp strange-shaped blade, which was the water god thorn that Huang Ying and his sister had purchased from the black market in Cangbai Mountain.

"Your second brother Ghost Rain Shake, once said that he would appear in front of me again in an absolutely unexpected way, the old man has not waited for him, since you are here, let's vent the evil anger in your chest first. ”

After Yuelong put his hands on his back, his expression was calm and calm.

He didn't know that Ghost Rain was hiding in Ye Bai's sea of consciousness, and he tried his best to condense the second elemental god, but he made a wedding dress for Ye Bai, and he had been completely killed by Ye Bai. (To be continued......)