Ye Tian couldn't help but wonder in his heart, but it seemed that all the secrets were hidden behind the palace gate. Ye Tian reached out to push open the door, and found that he could not push it open no matter how hard he tried.

It was like it was locked, or there was a heavy mountain pressing over this gate, even if Ye Tian tried his best, he could not push it open.

But it’s a big mistake here. If it were really a big mountain, Ye Tian’s current cultivation level would definitely be able to be pushed open. Although it would be a lot of effort, it is no exaggeration to say that Ye Tian still has the power to move mountains.

"It's just a mere door, it's harder to move than a mountain."

Ye Tiandao.

But then when his eyes touched the door and the snow-white wall, a sudden light flashed in his mind, since the snow-white palace appeared in a beam of light.

So can he try to use the power of immortals?

As an action sect, Ye Tian thought of this idea in his mind and quickly reached out his hand. The power of the immortal source was covered with the power of the immortal source slowly opened the door. It was strange that this door could not be opened even if it was moved, but now it was just touched by the fairy Yuan and opened a crack by itself.

When Ye Tian saw that his guess was effective, he increased the transmission of the immortals, and then the door slowly opened itself, as if to welcome the wanderer who had been away from his hometown for a long time.

This made Ye Tian feel a little warm in his heart. After he came to this world, he has been looking for a way to return to his own world, and now he has slowly accepted this place.

But no matter what, this is just a stop in his life, and he will eventually return to his own world.

Originally, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also had a legend in his world, but this legend did not make him truly feel the sense of belonging.

On the contrary, the Guanghan Palace in front of him made him feel a little belonging.

Because Buddhism is an outsider after all, the myth of Guanghan Palace as the Heavenly Court has always existed in Ye Tian's heart.

He never thought that he would see the real Guanghan Palace one day, but he was somewhat regretful that he did not see Fairy Chang'e and the legendary Wu Gang.

This is a vaguely visible jade rabbit that cannot move. I know that it will not make Ye Tian interested.

After entering the palace, what disappointed Ye Tian even more was the scenery around him. Even the beautiful flowers, plants and trees were not carved from gold, silver or jade. This was indeed beautiful, but Ye Tian could not feel any vitality at all.

The beauty from real creatures is something that other dead objects can never replace.

"I came to the legendary Guanghan Palace, but I didn't see the legendary fairy Guanghan. It's really..."

Ye Tian shook his head and commented.

The blood-colored little snake in his arms seemed to feel the kindness emitted by the palace and took the initiative to emerge from Ye Tian's arms.

The focused descendants did not run around, but instead rode on Ye Tian's shoulder and looked left and right, sniffing, and then seemed to smell something good, and directly penetrated into the grass and disappeared.

This surprised Ye Tian a little because at his speed, he should be able to quickly catch the little snake, but the speed of the little snake seemed to be faster than that of him.

He quickly drilled into the grass with lightning speed and disappeared.

Then even if Ye Tian called, he would not be seen.

This also forced Ye Tian to walk around, but even though Ye Tian searched all the angles in the front yard, he still couldn't find the little snake.

There are only two roads in front of Ye Tian.

Either give up or continue pushing the door and entering the backyard.

Ye Tian felt that it was nothing but a casual gain, and he felt that he was unwilling to accept it.

After weighing the pros and cons, it was decided that you should push the door and look for the little snake.

Because even if the little snake is on it, you should come in and check it out.

Ye Tian only felt that this huge Guanghan Palace might have the stone ball he needed?

So he had this idea in mind and in the same way, he pushed the door into the backyard of the so-called Guanghan Palace.

The palace is not big, but it is not small, and the so-called front and back yards are enough to accommodate a hill.

Such a huge space is full of exquisitely carved vegetation.

"hiss--"

The familiar cry made Ye Tian look sideways. Not far away, a wall depicted a big word with bright red blood - "Xia"!

This word is shocking and touches everyone you see.

It was like a thunder blew in his mind, like the thunder of the sky was rushing into his mind, as if a voice was tempting him and telling him to continue moving forward.

Ye Tian was a little crazy, he walked forward blankly, with only the word "hero" in his eyes.

While staring at the big blood-red word, another word appeared in his mind - "No".

No hero!

His consciousness gradually became heavier, and his fatigue like a tide drowns him, for a moment.

...

Hero Mo Xuan once slashed many unfair things with one sword, but things in the world are unpredictable. They can kill all the evil people in the world overnight, but there may be no heroes in the world from now on.

Everyone knows that Mo Xuan only has an iron sword called Qingyun, who teaches his own sword skills and has no sects. He is just a martial arts scattered person in the world. However, there is no shortage of decent sects in the ghost world, but there are only some truly chivalrous knights. Mo Xuan is one, and all the people who come here behind him are one.

On the wind and thunder field, a person with a very similar appearance to Ye Tian said.

"Will we die when we come here this time?" Mo Xuan suddenly turned his head and asked, smiling at everyone.

Everyone laughed and responded in unison.

"Yes."

Then they all raised their heads and looked directly at Mo Xuan, with bright eyes.

“But…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

They looked at a villa not far away at the same time and looked for a long time.

If you look at the destination.

Mo Xuan didn't know how many times the sword was drawn out, but at this time he pulled out the sword again to kill all the evil spirits in the world. Mo Xuan liked a sentence very much, "Either you die or I die." He felt that this sentence at this moment could really make people excited, so he led everyone to shout this sentence several times, roaring at the villa, and roaring to the sky, until a sound came slowly from inside: "Everyone........., Mo Xuan and others stopped their mouths and stared at them. A figure in white clothes walked out, standing opposite everyone, smiling slightly on their handsome cheeks, and confessed to them: "Today, the Yin Sect will gather. If you are not from the Eight Sects, please leave."

Mo Xuan did not move, and he said nothing, but the sword in his hand had been wiped shiny, looking at the man in white, and then suddenly, the sword body flashed, slashed, stabbed, and slashed, and three consecutive moves! He had already made the man in white, but he saw the man in white smiling, his figure flashed, and was on the right side, and he was not hurt. Mo Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he turned his hand three moves, slid, swept, and dot! He synthesized in one go.

However, the man in white still smiled and pulled out his sword. A white light flashed. Then a gust of wind roared by. The two swords intersected. The white clothes were not moving, and Sheng Xue stood upright. Mo Xuan groaned, staggered backwards, and vomited blood.

"I also want to compete with my Tianhua Sect for the incomparable sword technique?" Baiyi put the sword back on her waist and said coldly to Mo Xuan and everyone, "If you don't leave immediately, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Everyone was not happy or angry, standing there, no one tweaked out the weapons, and no one looked at the slightest, they were just waiting.

"Tianhuamen?" Mo Xuan reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly raised his sword, and pointed it straight at the white clothes. "So what about the so-called great sects? The eight sects have all entered the world and are looked up to by us, but how many people know about the darkness? The eight sects are so powerful that they occupy a single part of the land in the ghost world, and are called famous and upright sects. How many evil sects can have? Even if there are many, they have long been eliminated. However, today, the evil sects have increased instead of decreasing, so where does it come from?"

Mo Xuan waved a sword, and another mouthful of blood, but his tone remained unabated, saying one by one: "From what - come?!" The sword was so fast that even Baiyi could only barely pull out the sword to resist. With one blow, he took a few steps back and looked at Mo Xuan, and was filled with horror.

"This sword technique?"

"This is not a sword technique, this is a Tao, a hero." Mo Xuan waved another sword, two swords, three swords... one sword and one sentence.

"The Blood Sword Sect used blood to refine swords and massacre countless people, which was outrageous, but it was never captured by the government and the eight factions. Every time they committed a crime, they disappeared without a trace."

"The Evil Essence Sect uses Yang to cultivate swords. There are only women in the entire sect who specialize in catching Yang energy. They have captured men from several villages and then disappeared in Bashu."

"How many evil sects in this world come from the so-called eight sects, and how many of these so-called famous sects know not to stop them, but instead help them?"

The last sword, the sword in Baiyi's hand disappeared, and the white clothes that looked like snow were dyed bright red. The last sword fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!