A brick into the fairyland

The smoke filled the air, and the flames of war raged.This place seems to be an ancient battlefield, the world seems to be stained red with blood, and there are traces of the great war everywhere, some dilapidated cities, collapsed buildings, deserted people, and a desolate look as far as the eye can see.

The ghost world, this is the ghost world.

Yan Moling, this is an important fortress in the ghost world. All the ghost cultivators in the ghost world know that this place is a forbidden area connected to the eighteen levels of hell.On weekdays, there are hundreds of advanced ghost cultivators guarding here to prevent the seal of the eighteen levels of hell from being broken.

But on this day, the whole Yan Moling was not peaceful.

In the sky of Yan Moling Mountain, a large cloud of blood condensed into a huge vortex of blood cloud, the vortex was like a giant mouth of a devil, devouring the world.At this moment, from the blood cloud vortex, groups of ghost cultivators in black armor kept pouring out, and a battle was staged in the sky above Yan Moling. [

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

And those who fought against these black-armored ghost cultivators were a group of cultivators in white clothes.Familiar ghost cultivators know that these white-clothed ghost cultivators are the enforcers of the ghost world, known as ghost immortals.

The shouts of killing resounded in the sky, a large group of white-clothed ghost cultivators and a group of black-armored ghost cultivators fought fiercely, and the corpses of several ghost cultivators were pierced and dissipated into the void.The ghost cultivator is completely condensed by the soul. After death, there is no entity left, but the soul flies away.

"brush!"

A black shadow rushed into the group of ghosts and fairies, raised the black knife in his hand, and the black blade light swept out, and dozens of white-clothed ghost cultivators were chopped into smoke on the spot.

"Hahahaha, can you stop it? It won't just increase casualties." The black-armored ghost cultivator laughed, standing in mid-air, pointing the black knife in his hand, as if he was fighting with thousands of troops, and the large group behind him The Heijia Guixiu charged forward.

"Return to hell immediately, or you will be scattered!" Two ghost cultivators in white robes stepped out of the air. They seemed to be the leaders of these ghosts and immortals, and each held a dark long sword in their hands. , towards the head of the Heijia Guixiu to kill.

"Hahaha!" The leader, the black-armored ghost cultivator, laughed loudly, swung the black knife in his hand to kill, and met the two ghost fairy leaders.

The battle was about to break out, and the yin swords in the hands of the two ghost fairy leaders swept away the mighty death energy at the beginning, and the death energy condensed into two sharp sword lights, killing the black-armored ghost cultivator.

The black-armored ghost cultivator held a black knife in his hand, and his figure was erratic like a ghost. He dodged two sword lights and swung the black knife to fight.

Three figures criss-crossed in mid-air, the black-armored ghost repaired one against two, and did not lose the slightest advantage.A huge knife shadow slashed down, and the leaders of the two ghost immortals were suddenly swept away, and their souls trembled.

"Ha! Back then you sent me into the [-]th level of hell, and now I'm letting you go!" The black armored ghost cultivator grinned grinningly. With a flick of the black knife in his hand, soul power gushed out from the side, and the black light pierced through the world. Cut it up.

The two ghost fairy leaders suddenly changed their colors and stepped back.

But at this moment, a figure stood in front of the two of them. The person who came was also dressed in white, and even his long hair was silver-white. A terrifying wave of soul power emanated from his body, which seemed to be It moved the world and made it tremble.

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

Facing the black blade glow that was coming from heaven and earth, the ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming raised his palm lightly, and a terrifying soul power surged out, tearing the black blade glow into pieces , dissipated in the void.

"What are you sinners from hell trying to do!?" the ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming yelled coldly.

"Come out to get some air!" Heijia Guixiu smiled while holding a black knife.

Qiao Ming's eyes flickered with gloom, and he said coldly: "Go back now, to save you from death, or you will die from rebellion." Then, a purple scimitar appeared in Qiao Ming's hand, and the faint purple light lingered like lightning. on the knife body. [

"Hey, let's see if you have that ability." Heijia Guixiu smiled, without saying too much, the black knife flicked, and killed again.

"Be obsessed with no regrets, rebellious and dead!" Qiao Ming snorted coldly, and slashed at the black-armored ghost cultivator with the purple scimitar in his hand.

Two purple-black sword lights shot out and collided in mid-air.A violent wave of soul power surged out, and some ghost cultivators who had no time to dodge were stirred in on the spot, their souls collapsed, and their souls flew away.

The ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming and the black-armored ghost cultivator backed away. Qiao Ming's face was normal, but the black-armored ghost cultivator was shaking violently, shaking his numb arm, hey : "It does have some skills, let you try Lao Tzu's ancient martial arts!"

As the words fell, the soul power in the black-armored ghost cultivator fluctuated violently, the black knife in his hand buzzed, and a black crow totem as black as ink appeared behind the black-armored ghost cultivator's body.At this moment, the aura of Heijia Guixiu suddenly doubled.

"Bastard, I'm here to help you!"

With an immature sound, a spot of light flew out of the bloody vortex above the sky.In that spot of light, a palm-sized child shouted. This palm-sized child was covered in crystal, holding in his arms a spirit tree that was several times taller than his body.

"Kill! Ye kill them!"

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

"What do you come here for, I can take care of it." The black-armored ghost Xiu Bai glanced at the child carrying the spirit tree, and said dissatisfied.

"My sister said that she was afraid that you would patronize Deser, and be careful of losing money." The child laughed.

Heijia Guixiu let out a soft scold, and the black crow totem behind him danced like a black flame. Heijia Guixiu said: "I'll get rid of this filial piety bastard right away!"

After all, the black-armored ghost cultivator soared into the sky, and the black crow totem behind him flew out, directly blasting towards Qiao Ming.A black crow flew out from the totem, soared up like a big roc, shaking with both hands, stirring up a breath of death.

Qiao Ming's face changed slightly, his soul power was crazily poured into the purple scimitar in his hand, and the purple scimitar shook lightly and buzzed everywhere.A purple sword light shot out, turned into a purple dragon and flew out, shaking its head and tail, like a solid body, and collided with the black.

The dragon and the black crow hissed, the sound of the dragon's chant and the cry of death resounded through the void, and with a bang, the black crow was torn apart by the dragon.With a long groan, Jiaolong rushed towards the black-armored ghost cultivator again.But even so, the shadow of the flood dragon was much weaker.

"My darling, I blocked the ancient martial art, the weapon in that kid's hand must be extraordinary." Heijia Guixiu said.

The purple flood dragon rushed towards it with its teeth and claws, and at this moment, the void suddenly fluctuated strangely.Immediately afterwards, a blood-red crack appeared, and the sky seemed to be broken into a big hole.A terrifying wave swept out from the crack.

And the purple flood dragon was the first to bear the brunt, and was torn into pieces by this terrifying wave on the spot.

"What is this!?" Qiao Ming, Heijia Guixiu, and the palm-sized child were all taken aback.

A powerful sound of wind and thunder erupted from the crack in the void. This momentum caused all the ghost cultivators who were fighting to stop their hands, and cast surprised glances towards this side.

"Boom!"

There were gusts of wind and thunder, and in the blood-red void crack, a huge portal drilled out of it, lifeless and mighty.The old and simple door appeared in this space, but there was a sense of vicissitudes in the dead air. [

"Ghost gate!" Qiao Ming immediately turned pale: "Why did the ghost gate appear here!? Could it be that an outsider broke into the ghost world!"

"Boom!"

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

As soon as the young man with the seven stars on his head appeared, the ghost gate behind him retracted into the void crack with a sound of wind and thunder.Immediately afterwards, the cracks in the void closed, and the sky returned to silence.

"back again"

Zhuge Buliang opened his arms and took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and the thick purple air in his pupils flashed past.

But immediately after, Zhuge Buliang was taken aback by the scene in front of him, and immediately shouted: "Damn it, where did this send me!?"

The black-armored ghost cultivator and the child carrying the spirit tree were staring at Zhuge Buliang who poked his head out of the ghost gate without blinking, and there was silence.Finally, the black-armored ghost cultivator yelled: "Boss Zhuge, that's Boss Zhuge!"

"It's the boy who suffered a thousand knives, why did he come to the ghost world again." The child carrying the spirit tree also stared at a pair of lovely eyes and said in surprise.

Hearing the call, Zhuge Buliang looked towards the Heijia Guixiu, his expression froze instantly, and he said in surprise, "You are Wang Bawen, and you have ginseng fruit."

The black-armored ghost cultivator and the little boy carrying the spirit tree were exactly Wang Bawen and Little Ginseng Fruit who shared the troubles with Zhuge Buliang in the eighteenth floor of hell.Wang Bawen worshiped under the door of the ghost king, while the little ginseng fruit followed another master of the eighteenth hell, Queen Yan.

"Did I go to the wrong place? This is the eighteenth floor of hell, not the ghost world?" Zhuge Lili scratched his head stupidly, and glanced around.

"Boss Zhuge Zhuge, why did you come to the ghost world? You must be dead." Wang Bawen and Xiaorenshenguo stared at each other with big eyes.

"Hey, who are you!? Why did you trespass on the ghost world!?" Qiao Ming said with a cold face, pointing the purple scimitar in his hand at Zhuge Buliang. "Ghost world? Is this really a ghost world? Then what are you doing back in the ghost world instead of staying in the [-]th floor of hell!?" Zhuge Buliang ignored Qiao Ming and continued chatting with Wang Bawen and Xiaoginseng Guo.

Qiao Ming's face was ashen, and he shouted: "I'm asking you! You came here through the gate of ghosts, who are you, and why did you trespass in the ghost world!"