Zhuan Yun was unconscious and was still trying to hit the monument with the Hongmeng Purple Air Bead.

He threw the elixirs into his mouth one by one, and then poured them bottle after bottle until the last bottle of elixirs was exhausted.

He grabbed the Qiankun bag with his hand and thought to himself: If I had known better, I would have brought more.

Plop——

Zhuan Yun sat on the ground and adjusted his breathing.

At this time, a white jade bottle dangled in front of my eyes.

"The spirit-nourishing heart pill can help you regain your energy."

Zhuan Yun's heart beat faster when he heard the voice of the Sixth Prince. But he immediately recovered and looked up.

The young man stood behind him and stretched out the medicine bottle from behind.

"Why are you here?"

"Let's take a look at the touching scene of an older brother saving his younger brother. Oh, it would be even more perfect if the younger brother's illness was not caused by his older brother."

In one sentence, Zhuan Yun immediately understood that he already knew the existence of the Blood Oath Monument and learned all the truth.

"Who told you?"

"Is this important?"

"It's really not important. So, do you want to stop His Highness? If you don't break this monument, Zhuan Yang will die. In other words, in your heart, the interests of the Kunwu family are above all else."

"You don't have to provoke me. I won't let you break this monument. But I will save Zhuanyang."

"Your Highness is very greedy. Do you think there is such a good thing in the world?"

"I have a strong desire, I admit it. But I have found a way, so you'd better be honest."

Zhuan Yun was about to refute, but suddenly there was a stinging pain on his body: "Uh-"

The curse left by Peng Yu was reactivated. His body trembled and he tried to use the dense purple energy to wipe out the witchcraft in his body.

Peng Yu walked past him and came to Lingxin.

At the same time, he increased Zhuan Yun's danger again: when this guy smashed the monument, he used the backlash of the monument to destroy my witchcraft. The poisonous curse I left in his body was almost completely broken by him.

Currently, only the Qiankun brand on the soul and the three immortal poisons in the bones are still secret.

Standing in front of Lingxin, Peng Yu begged: "Can I lend you some blood?"

Lingxin had a simple character and extended his hand generously. Peng Yu used a golden needle and carefully took out a drop of blood.

Sensing the divinity in his blood, his face changed and his tone was extremely serious: "Prince Gaoyang told me that you have Zhuan Sun Divine Vein that is purer than him. I am very curious, where does your bloodline come from?"

Zhuansun's divinity is a variant of the fusion of Fumo's divinity and Kunwu's divinity. The first generation is King Gaoyang. As the second generation of divinity, the crown prince of Gaoyang is purer than him. Isn't it only King Gaoyang himself?

When Zhuan Yun heard this, he cheered up and stood up, walking this way.

"Kunhao, let me see."

Peng Yu held the ball of light in his hand, with a drop of red blood suspended in it. He handed it to Zhuan Yun. After checking it, Zhuan Yun looked at the spiritual heart with respect and disbelief in his eyes.

"The divine power contained in it is almost exactly the same as what I saw in the ancestral temple."

This is the divinity of King Gaoyang himself!

Lingxin is King Gaoyang? Or his incarnation? Could it be that he is a clay figurine?

Peng Yu and Zhuan Yang's brains were spinning rapidly, thinking about the possible relationship here.

Lingxin looked at the two of them, biting her lip, looking at a loss.

Huchi - Huchi -

Black ghostly energy spreads on the ground.

Gusts of sinister wind wandered down the corridor, bringing the sound of howling ghosts and gods wailing throughout the underground palace. The clay figurines were inspired and fled into the Taixuan Dharma Realm for refuge.

Peng Yu and the others looked back. Soon, the ghostly aura that filled the ground gradually rose, and the entire corridor was filled with thick and sinister ghostly mist.

"Not good!" The spiritual heart rushed into the ghost mist and returned to the core tomb door.

Peng Yu wanted to follow him, but Zhuan Yun held him back.

"Don't go there!"

Staring at the ghostly aura, the young man's expression turned ugly. He had already recognized the origin of the ghostly aura.

"Of course we have to go there. We also need to collect King Gaoyang's smallpox antibodies from him to save Zhuanyang."

Peng Yu wanted to follow him, but Zhuan Yun held his wrist tightly and couldn't break free.

Damn it, isn't this guy a cultivator? Why is he stronger than Zhuan Yang?

"It's too late, let's leave first and come back to find him later."

Without thinking, Zhuan Yun held Peng Yu's wrist, opened a mechanism at the end of the corridor, pulled him and ran away.

"What are you afraid of? What's too late? Isn't it just that the magic drum is about to sound again——"

"It's not the magic drum! It's 'him' who's coming. If you don't run away, you and I will become mermaids!"

…

Lingxin stood at the door of the tomb, looking nervously at the dark corridor ahead.

The ghost mist keeps coming, and countless evil ghosts are wandering in the mist.

Then, the footsteps got closer and closer...

The momentum, which has the same origin but is completely different, is gradually approaching.

Finally, the Immortal Ghost Emperor walked out of the corridor.

"Interesting, I didn't expect that after me, a branch spirit could be born in the spiritual ocean. Hmm... But the spiritual spirit you get is not much, it is too weak. But it is very pure. This is the benefit of being the last?"

Lingxin looked at the Ghost Emperor. When he saw the gray ghost mist beside the Ghost Emperor, his expression changed and he accused: "You...you have fallen so far that you actually absorbed the obsession of the dead souls for 'immortality' and 'immortality'? This is so."

Doing so will pollute your own spirituality!"

"Spirituality? What's the use of just maintaining one's pure spirituality? If you are like this, you won't be able to grow for hundreds of years."

The Ghost Emperor stretched out his arms lazily: "Ghosts are obsessed with it. At this moment, I am the Ghost Emperor, uniting all the ghosts in the world. I will open another path and rebuild the road to salvation. Isn't this better than being trapped in the underground palace and being a living dead?"

Opening his arms, the ghost emperor appeared behind him. It was a borderless ghost world. A layer of ghost space was accommodated in the ghost world, like a blooming ink lotus.

"The peak of the Martial Saint, no, should it be the Ghost Saint?"

His soul was struck by the ghost energy and he involuntarily retreated. But behind him was the tomb door, and there was no way to retreat.

Dong-dong-dong——

The magic drum sounded again, and the Taixuan Dharma Realm was shaken. Countless gods became demons and fought against each other.

Peng Yu and Zhuan Yun escaped from the agency.

"I see, the first few times you were injured, were you injured in front of the Blood Oath Monument, and then escaped through the trap?"

"almost."

Zhuan Yun was panting and rested against the wall.

Peng Yu stared at his right hand that was holding his wrist, and Zhuan Yun quickly reacted and retracted his hand.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, so he took the initiative to change the subject: "Your Highness, what do you think when you see Gui Wu?"

"The Immortal Ghost Emperor?"

"Yes, he is here."

So, is he really related to the Spirit Emperor?

Thinking of the nine-headed demon statue in Taiwei Realm, Peng Yu fell into silence.

He has a longing for the Spirit Emperor. He does not want to believe that the Spirit Emperor is the Immortal Ghost Emperor and the culprit of the chaos in the Taiwei Realm.

"When the Ghost Emperor arrives, he must go to the core tomb palace. The soul does not want anyone to come close, so they will definitely fight."

Although Peng Yu was unwilling to confront the Immortal Ghost Emperor, in order to save Zhuan Yang, nothing happened to his spiritual heart.

Zhuan Yun didn't say a word. He was in a daze and looked around.

Vaguely, he felt his blood boiling, and there was a voice calling him from somewhere.

The power that comes from blood, could it be him?

"Your Highness, let's go to the Taixuan Dharma Realm and use your Qiankun Immortal Technique."

When Peng Yu saw the opponent's provocation, his expression immediately changed, and he almost crushed the drop of blood in his soul.

Zhuan Yun reacted: "He didn't say that. Your Qiankun Yiqi is so obvious. Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Humph! Aren't you a fool?"

Didn’t Zhuan Yang say that? It’s best that way.

Throwing out the circle of heaven and earth, the energy of heaven and earth enveloped the two of them, and they entered the Taixuan Dharma Realm.
To be continued...