Outside the big array, in the depths of the ghost village, a man who looked like a rickety old farmer stood next to a pool of blood with his back hand, and the ghost generals of the two sides of heaven and earth stood behind the old farmer with their heads bowed and respectfully at this moment, their eyes full of shame and fear.

"My king, we have failed to live up to your hopes, those two monks are too powerful, we are not opponents. The bird-headed ghost bent down and buried his head, his trembling body, and whispered.

The old peasant just stared at the pool of blood for a long time, and did not make a sound, which made the two ghost generals behind him tremble uncontrollably.

"Okay, it's okay to do this, I didn't think that I could rely on you to resist them, those two monks are the existence of one foot into the realm of real people, naturally they are not comparable to you. A heavy voice came from the old farmer. This is the ghost king who has practiced for thousands of years, and even has cultivated a trace of vitality on his body, reaching the realm of yin and yang. This is also the terrible thing about returning to the real people.

"Fortunately, that treasure is about to be refined by me, and you have some functions. The old farmer kept staring at the pool of blood, but the majesty on his body made the ghost behind him tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, a ghost general with flames staggered from a distance, and the flames on his body were dim at the moment, vaguely extinguished.

The ghost general cautiously came behind the old farmer, and saw that the two ghost generals next to him were not so frightened this time.

"I have disappointed you, my king. The Flame Ghost bowed his head and knelt behind the old peasant.

"Alright, you guys go down! Gather it and the demon generals and prepare for the final battle. The old farmer waved his hand, ignoring the Flame Ghost General kneeling behind him.

The three ghost generals got up and left with relief, leaving only the old peasant standing next to the pool of blood.

At this moment, there was a burst of thunder in the big array, but after ten breaths, there was another thunder and remembered, at this moment, the old farmer's face suddenly frowned, a little dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes, and he muttered softly, "This waste was actually killed by a young monk who was a junior monk of the god transformation and a few disciples of the Qi cultivation realm." ”

After saying a word, the old farmer ignored it, and his eyes were always concerned about the situation in the blood pool.

I don't know how long it took, countless blood bubbles suddenly appeared in the blood pool, as if blood was boiling, and at this moment the old farmer was happy in his heart, and his face showed a little expectation.

In the blood pool, the blood water surged more and more violently, and the small blood pool actually turned up a blood wave several feet high, but the blood wave that was high in the air did not flow outside the blood pool at all.

Seeing this, the old farmer's eyes lit up, and he knew that the time was coming, only to see him wave his big hand, and a ghostly aura gushed out from his fingertips, heading straight for the blood pool.

With the influx of this ghostly aura, the blood gradually turned from red to black, like a pool of ink, and in an instant, the pool of blood gradually began to decrease, as if something was absorbing this blood at the bottom of the pool.

The blood is getting less and less, the joy in the old farmer's eyes is getting stronger and stronger, he knows that the treasure is about to be successfully refined, at this time he is no longer concerned about the situation of the big array, even if the formation is broken, it doesn't matter, as long as this treasure is refined, even the ten ghost generals under his command will die, and it is worth it.

In the end, the blood pool was completely empty, and an extremely strange weapon appeared at the bottom of the pool, which was a big stick with a pitch black body with spikes.

Looking at the big stick in his hand, the old farmer's eyes were full of joy, the big stick was surrounded by this ghostly light, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying wolves from the big stick.

"Mourning stick, mourning stick. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to get such a ghost cultivation artifact in my lifetime, this is a legendary evil weapon. With it, it is the forty-nine heavenly tribulations, and I have a chance to get through. The old farmer laughed and looked at the mourning stick in his hand, as if he had seen the moment when he became a ghost.

Outside the big array, Liu Bai and Li Tiancheng walked out of the big array with Zhang Youxin and Peng Cheng, and outside the big array, there were already three God Transformation Elders waiting outside with their disciples.

Seeing Liu Bai come out, the three of them nodded with smiles on their faces.

It didn't take long for Master Mercy and Master Xuanling, Heavenly Martial Daoist and the remaining Sanwei Transformation God Realm to walk out of the big array, although this big array seemed to be dangerous and abnormal, but in fact it was just the work that the ghost king used to delay time, and only the ghost generals faced by Liu Bai died in the entire big array, and the other ghost generals were teleported out of the big array.

"It seems that this ghost king is only afraid that he has other purposes, so he will set up this big array. Now that the formation has been broken, let's go and kill the ghost king. When the ethereal man saw that everyone had come out, he said.

Everyone followed behind the ethereal real person, slowly walking towards the ghost village, losing the protection of the big array, the original appearance of the ghost village appeared in front of them, it was a dilapidated village, broken houses, collapsed trees, and even rotting corpses lying on the village road.

In the center of the village, an old farmer led nine ghost generals, and there were countless ghosts behind him, waiting for the arrival of Liu Bai and his party.

"Ethereal old ghost, I won't talk nonsense, let's see the real chapter under our hands, I'll meet you well, and see how much inheritance you still have left in Ziyangmen. "The old farmer took a step forward.

"It's okay, since the ghost king can afford it, then I will meet you. So we went to heaven. "Ethereal real people are naturally not afraid.

In an instant, this person and a ghost turned into two streamers and disappeared into the sky.

"The real person who returns to the void can really be called a land immortal, and it is really enviable to soar in the sky so freely. Liu Bai looked at the two who disappeared and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Fellow Daoists, since my ancestor has already fought fiercely with the Ghost King and the Skyrim, then these ghost soldiers and ghost generals will be handed over to us. The Heavenly Martial Daoist looked at the large number of ghost soldiers and ghost generals in front of him, and said to the people behind him.

"Amitabha, then let's have the old man strike first. The Master of Compassion stood up and said in a Buddhist language, and after speaking, he saw that a hundred-foot-tall Buddha's golden body had already appeared on him.

The Xuanling master on the side was not far behind, and the three bodhisattva dharma bodies with twelve arms behind him were revealed, and the Zen staff in his hand had the great power to subdue demons.

The Transformation God Realm behind him all showed their strength one by one, and the three Vajra Dharma Bodies behind Liu Bai were also majestic.

"How did this little monk get promoted to the middle realm of transforming gods? It seems that there is something strange in that big array, but I haven't found anything unusual, is it the relationship between the heavenly thunder?" The master of Xuanling couldn't help but think in surprise when he saw that Liu Bai was already in the middle realm of transforming gods at this moment.

At this moment, both sides are ready, and the war is about to break out.