A strong cold wind blew outside the cave, and a gray light shield formed in the sky, covering the entire abyss, and the air seemed to solidify.

"This is..." Shen Lang was shocked when he saw this amazing scene.

"Young Master, this should be some kind of ancient ban." Xiaorou sent a message, looking very surprised.

"Is there such a ban when I came?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

Xiaorou frowned and replied, "I didn't see this when I came. It's so strange. Even if there is an ancient formation in this underground abyss, Sister Su and I have never touched any restrictions before. How could it be opened for no reason?"

Shen Lang felt a stern and said with a gloomy face: "Hmph, since it was not touched by us, it might be touched by the monks who broke into here!"

Xiaorou said in surprise: "Young Master, you mean..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ruoxue's body moved in his arms and opened his eyes in a daze.

"I'm..." Su Ruoxue rubbed her head with her right hand, and was still a little dizzy.

"Xue'er, you're awake." Shen Lang felt happy. He was about to wake Su Ruoxue up, but he didn't expect the woman to wake up by herself.

Judging from her complexion, there should be nothing serious.

Su Ruoxue woke up and saw Shen Lang jumping around, and couldn't help but grow up with a small mouth, and said with a dull look on his face: "Shen Lang, are you... you? I'm not dreaming!"

She still remembered that Shen Lang was so seriously injured before, his breath was weak, and even worse, his body seemed to collapse. How could he recover so quickly?

Or have you been in a coma for too long, how many months?

Su Ruoxue was a little confused.

"Silly, you didn't dream, I'm fine." Shen Lang gently pinched the woman's tender face and said seriously: "I'll explain things to you later. Now we seem to be in trouble..."

Shen Lang told Su Ruoxue what he thought was.

Su Ruoxue's face became solemn. She came out of Shen Lang's arms and glanced around. The environment changed drastically. A strange light curtain rose in the sky, completely different from before she came here.

"When I came, there was indeed no restriction, and the filthy aura here seemed to have become heavier." Su Ruoxue frowned, and she walked forward a few steps, her steps a little frivolous.

"Xue'er, your body?" Shen Lang grabbed the woman's arm, a little worried about whether she would fall.

"It's okay, I just woke up from a coma and my head was a little dizzy. I'll just take a few steps." Su Ruoxue shook his head slightly, and then said, "By the way, Shen Lang, since it may be other monks who broke into this place, what should we do now?"

"Don't worry, I can handle it. Let's check the surrounding situation first." Shen Lang said in a deep voice.

"good."

Soon, the two began to act.

Su Ruoxue held the relics in his hand and injected spiritual power slightly. The Buddha's light shield tightly covered the two of them, without being affected by the filthy aura.

After walking a few steps, a few wandering ghosts rushed over.

Shen Lang sacrificed a thunder light splitting sword and easily killed the evil ghosts. The faint Yuyang Golden Thunder Arc was enough to disintegrate the bodies of these evil ghosts.

Compared with the corrosiveness of the filthy aura in the underground abyss, the danger of the evil ghost is not great. The strongest evil ghost in the abyss is the combat power in the late stage of the Killing Pill, and is far from the opponent of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Shen Lang's body did not fully recover, but it was fine to deal with ordinary battles, otherwise he would not act rashly.

The underground abyss was not big, and the two passed through a small hill and there was a fierce fighting sound in front of them.

The two hid under a huge rock on the mountain wall and gave each other a wink. Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue climbed over the stone wall and used the spiritual eye technique to look forward.

Three Nascent Soul cultivators were fighting with a strange tree, and various spiritual lights and gray lights were intertwined, making loud noises, and the ground cracked layer by layer.

The filthy aura in the underground abyss was extremely heavy, and the spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul cultivator could not be released. The Black-robed Ancestor and the three others who were concentrating on fighting did not notice that Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue were peeping at them.

"It's the black-robed ancestor of the Ghost Immortal Sect!" Shen Lang's face darkened.

"Shen Lang, the other two are also Nascent Soul cultivators from the Ghost Immortal Sect." Su Ruoxue also sent a message.

"It seems that there are only these three uninvited guests." Shen Lang smiled coldly.

If there were only three Nascent Soul cultivators, Shen Lang would not be under great pressure. Moreover, he had great advantages in dealing with ghost cultivators.

However, the strange tree really surprised Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue. It is unheard of forbidden to attack people.

"Young Master, Sister Su, if Xiaorou guessed it well, that big tree should be the Yin Yao ghost tree unique to the ghost world. This tree has a combat power comparable to that of a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, but the tree in front of her should not be mature..."

Xiaorou gave the two a little information about the Yin Yao Ghost Tree.

"How could things in the ghost world grow here? That temple seems to be extraordinary." Su Ruoxue looked puzzled.

"Xue'er, don't worry too much. After you get rid of these three people, you can slowly figure out these things."

Shen Lang's eyes turned to the black-robed ancestor and three Nascent Soul-stage monks.

The three guys seemed to have not discovered themselves yet, and Shen Lang grinned and planned to humiliate them.

The black-robed ancestor took the lead in fighting with the Yin Yao Ghost Tree. The Sun God Bow was too exhausting and he took it away.

However, the three of them were already sure to win. Yin Yao Guishu was covered with holes all over the body, and the trunks and branches were attacked by various spiritual powers to blow out a large number of holes, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The ghost tree was unwilling to be killed and was crazy at the last moment.

"Ao!!!"

A low and strange roar came, and the magic power of the ghost tree surged, and the leaves all over the body glowed with dazzling blood.

All the leaves flew out like sharp flying sword magic weapons, turning into red light rains, attacking the three of them. Their power was terrifying and airtight.

"Be careful!" The black-robed ancestor's face changed drastically, and he immediately sacrificed an ancient treasure ring to try to defend against the light rain all over the sky.

The old man in yellow robe and the old man in brocade also used all his strength to defend against the attack.

"This ghost tree is exhausted. As long as we defend against this wave of attacks, we will definitely win!" The black-robed ancestor shouted while defending.

"Okay!" The other two shouted excitedly.

Who knew that it was at this moment.

A crisp "ding" sound.

A silver chain flew out of nowhere, and attacked the old man in brocade clothes with lightning speed.

"call out!"

Before the old man in the brocade had time to react, he was tied tightly with silver chains.

"What?"

The old man in brocade let out a strange cry.

"Be careful, it's the spirit-binding lock!" The black-robed ancestor's eyes widened. Isn't this the proud magic weapon of his senior brother Zhong Wuling?

The speed of the spirit-binding lock is terrifying. It is difficult for ordinary early-stage monks to avoid it without any defense. After being tied up by the spirit-binding lock, the old man in Jinyi could not move at all. Seeing the red light rain all over the sky, his pupils continued to dilate, and he shouted in shock: "Senior Brother, save me!"

"Not good!" Black Robe shook all over.

It was too late to react.

"Puchi phuchi phuchi phuchi!"
Chapter completed!