Chapter 585: Meet

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the beacon fire was in the sky. It seems to be an ancient battlefield, the world seems to be stained red with blood, and you can see some traces left by the great war everywhere, some ruined cities, collapsed buildings, desolate, and a desolate color as far as the eye can see.

The ghost world, this is the ghost world.

Enma Ridge, this is an important fortress in the ghost world, and the ghost cultivators of the entire ghost world know that this place is a forbidden place connected to the eighteen layers of hell. On weekdays, there are hundreds of advanced ghost cultivators guarding here to prevent the seal of the eighteenth layer of hell from being broken.

But on this day, the entire Yama Ridge was not calm.

In the sky of the Yama Ridge, a large area of blood clouds condensed into a huge blood cloud vortex, and the vortex was like a demon's giant mouth, devouring heaven and earth. At this moment, from the blood cloud whirlpool, groups of ghost cultivators dressed in black armor continued to emerge, and a big battle was staged in the sky above the Yama Ridge.

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the whole world was killed.

And the battle against these black-armored ghost cultivators was a group of white-clothed cultivators. Familiar ghost cultivators know that these white-clothed ghost cultivators are the enforcers of the ghost world, known as ghost immortals.

The sound of shouting and killing between heaven and earth resounded in the sky, and a large group of white-clothed ghost cultivators and a group of black-armored ghost cultivators fought fiercely, and the corpses of countless ghost cultivators were pierced and dissipated into the void. Ghost cultivation is completely condensed by the soul, and after death, there is no entity left, but the soul is scattered.

"Brush!"

A black shadow rushed into the group of ghosts and immortals, the black knife in his hand was raised, and the black sword swept out, and dozens of white-clothed ghost cultivators were smashed into smoke on the spot.

"Hahahaha, can you stop it? It's not in vain that there are more casualties. The black armor ghost cultivator laughed, standing in mid-air, the black knife in his hand was pointed, as if he was only in a thousand troops, and the large group of black armor ghost cultivators behind him rushed up to kill.

"Go back to hell immediately, or your souls will be scattered!" Two ghost cultivators in white robes stepped into the air, and the two seemed to be the leaders of these ghost immortals, each holding a gloomy long sword in their hands, and killed the leader of the black-armored ghost cultivator.

"Hahaha!" The black-armored ghost cultivator who was the leader laughed loudly, waved the black knife in his hand and killed it, and met the two ghost fairy leaders.

The battle was about to break out, and the Yin Sword in the hands of the two ghost immortal leaders swept away a mighty death qi at the beginning, and the death qi condensed into two sharp sword rays, killing the black armor ghost cultivator.

The black armor ghost cultivator held the black knife in his hand, his body was as erratic as a ghost, dodging two sword rays, waving the black knife and fighting it.

Three figures crisscrossed in mid-air, and the black-armored ghost cultivated one enemy and two, and he did not fall behind at all. A huge sword shadow slashed down like a slash from the sky, and the leaders of the two ghost immortals were suddenly swept out, and their souls trembled.

"Ha! Back then, you sent Lao Tzu to the eighteenth layer of hell, and now Lao Tzu has made your soul scattered!" The black armor ghost Xiu smiled fiercely, the black knife in his hand shook, and the boundless soul power gushed out, and the black sword penetrated the heavens and the earth, slashing up.

The two ghost and immortal leaders suddenly changed color and stepped back.

And at this moment, a figure blocked in front of the two of them, and the person who came was also dressed in white, and even the long hair on his head was silver-white, and a terrifying soul power fluctuation emanated from his body, which seemed to hook the world and make him tremble.

"Lord Qiao Ming. The two ghost immortal leaders behind him immediately showed joy on their faces.

Facing the black sword that slashed the sky and the earth, the ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming raised his palm lightly, and a terrifying soul power surged out, tearing the black sword into pieces and dissipating in the void.

"What do you hellish sinners want to do!?" the ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming shouted with a cold face.

"Come out and breathe!" said the black armor ghost cultivator with a smile as he carried the black knife.

Qiao Ming's eyes flickered, and he said coldly: "Go back now, you can avoid death, otherwise you will die of rebellion." As he spoke, a purple scimitar appeared in Qiao Ming's hand, and a faint purple light swirled around the knife like lightning.

"Hey, let's see if you have that ability. The black armor ghost cultivator smiled, no longer saying too much, the black knife shook, and killed again.

"Obsessed and unrepentant, rebellious and death!" Qiao Ming snorted coldly, and the purple scimitar in his hand slashed at the black-armored ghost cultivator.

Two purple-black swords shot out and collided in midair. A violent fluctuation of soul power burst out, and some ghost cultivators who didn't have time to dodge were stirred up on the spot, their soul bodies collapsed, and their souls flew away.

The ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming and the black-armored ghost cultivator stepped back, Qiao Ming's face was as usual, but the black-armored ghost cultivator's body trembled violently, shook his numb arm, and said: "I do have some ability, let you taste the ancient martial arts of Lao Tzu!"

As soon as the words fell, the soul power in the black armor ghost cultivator's body fluctuated violently, the black knife in his hand hummed, and a pitch-black black crow totem appeared behind the black armor ghost cultivator's body. At this moment, the momentum of the black armor ghost cultivator suddenly doubled.

"Bastard, the master is here to help you!"

A childish sound, in the blood-colored vortex above the sky, a point of light flew out of it. In the midst of that point of light, a child the size of a palm shouted, and the palm-sized child was covered in crystals, holding a spirit tree in his arms that was several times taller than his body.

"Kill, kill them!"

The palm-sized child waved his hand, and in the blood-colored vortex, a group of ghost cultivators dressed in blood robes and carrying huge scythes rushed out, and immediately merged into the battlefield, and started a fierce battle with the group of ghost immortals in the ghost world.

"What do you do, I can do it. The black armor ghost glanced at the child carrying the spirit tree, and said dissatisfied.

"My sister said that I am afraid that you will patronize Dese, beware of the loss. The child laughed.

The black armor ghost cultivator snorted lightly, and the black crow totem behind him jumped like a black flame, and the black armor ghost cultivator said, "I'll deal with this bastard wearing filial piety right away!"

With that, the black armor ghost cultivator rose into the sky, and the black crow tote behind him flew out, blasting directly towards Qiao Ming. A black crow flew out of the totem, soaring upwards like a roc, its dual wields vibrating, stirring up a breath of death.

Qiao Ming's face changed slightly, and his soul power was frantically instilled into the purple scimitar in his hand, and the purple scimitar shook lightly and hummed. A purple sword shot out, turning into a purple dragon and flying out, shaking its head and tail, like an entity, colliding with the black.

The dragon and the crow hissed, the dragon's groans and the cries of death resounded through the void, and in a roar, the crow was torn apart by the dragon. Jiaolong let out a long groan and rushed towards the black armor ghost cultivator again. But Rao is like this, and the shadow of the dragon is also much fainter.

"My good man, I have blocked the ancient martial arts, and the weapon in that kid's hand must be extraordinary. The Black Armor Ghost Cultivator said.

The purple dragon pounced with its teeth and claws, and at this moment, the void suddenly fluctuated strangely. Immediately after, a blood-red crack appeared, and the sky seemed to be shattered. A terrifying wave swept out of the crack.

And the purple dragon bore the brunt of it, and was torn to pieces on the spot by this terrifying fluctuation.

"This ..... What is this!?" Qiao Ming and the Black Armor Ghost Cultivator, as well as the palm-sized child, were all taken aback.

A powerful sound of wind and thunder surged out from the void crack, and this momentum made all the ghost cultivators of the Great War stop and cast surprised glances towards this side.

"Boom!"

Wind and thunder gusted, and in the blood-red void crack, a huge portal drilled out of it, and the air was lifeless. The old and quaint gate appeared in this space, but there was still a sense of vicissitudes in the dead air.

"Ghost Gate Pass!" Qiao Ming immediately lost color: "Why did Ghost Gate Pass appear here!? Could it be that there are outsiders breaking into the ghost world!"

"Boom!"

The heavy door slowly opened, and a figure stepped out of it. It was a young man, with long hair flying, a faint layer of purple qi shrouded in his body, and seven purple stars were suspended above his head, and a curtain of light fell to protect him.

As soon as the young man with seven stars above his head appeared, the ghost gate behind him retracted into the void crack with a sound of wind and thunder. Immediately after, the void crack closed, and the sky fell silent again.

"It's back......"

Zhuge Buliang opened his arms and exhaled deeply, opened his eyes, and the rich purple qi in his pupils flashed.

But then, Zhuge Buliang was startled by the scene in front of him, and immediately shouted: "Damn, where is this teleporting me!?"

The black-armored ghost cultivator and the child carrying the spirit tree stared at Zhuge Buliang who poked his head out of the ghost gate without blinking at this moment, and was silent. In the end, the black-armored ghost cultivator shouted: "Zhuge Boss, that's Zhuge Boss!"

"It's the kid who got a thousand cuts, why did he run to the ghost world again. The child carrying the spirit tree also stared at a pair of lovely eyes.

Hearing the call, Zhuge Buliang looked towards the black armor ghost cultivator, the expression on his face instantly froze, and he said in surprise: "You are ..... Wang Ba Plague, and ...... Small ginseng fruit. ”

The black-armored ghost cultivator and the child carrying the spirit tree were none other than Wang Ba Plague and Little Ginseng Fruit, who had suffered with Zhuge Buliang in the eighteenth layer of hell. Wang Ba Plague worshiped under the door of the Ghost King, while the little ginseng fruit followed the other controller of the eighteenth layer of hell, Queen Yan.

"This ..... Am I in the wrong place? This is the eighteenth layer of hell, not the ghost realm?" Zhuge scratched his head in a daze and glanced around.

"Zhuge .... Zhuge Boss, you ...... How did you run to the ghost world, you can't be dead. Wang Bawen and the little ginseng fruit stared at each other wide-eyed.

"Hey, who are you!?Why did you trespass into the ghost world!?" Qiao Ming had a cold face, and the purple scimitar in his hand pointed at Zhuge Buliang. "Ghost Realm? This is really the Ghost Realm? Then you don't stay in the eighteenth layer of hell, what are you going to do in the Ghost Realm!?" Zhuge Buliang ignored Qiao Ming and continued to chat with Wang Bawen and the little ginseng fruit.

Qiao Ming's face turned pale, and he shouted: "I asked you! You teleported through the Ghost Gate, who are you, and why did you trespass into the Ghost Realm!"