Seeing the thin monk being beaten to death with a stick, the fat monk froze on the spot.
But he reacted quickly and did not dare to step forward to stop him. Instead, he shouted loudly: "No, tighten the seal quickly, the people inside want to break it!"
There were tens of thousands of ghost prison troops stationed outside the Wangchuan Valley. After hearing his order, they did not dare to disobey and jumped into the air one after another.
A series of spells were shot out from their hands, and the talismans on the mountain wall were controlled to constantly change positions.
The fat monk himself turned around and escaped into the void, secretly presiding over the formation and strengthening the seal.
The ebony stick was unattended and could not find the fat monk's position, so he could only continue forward and strike hard against the mountain wall.
boom!
Amidst the loud noise, the mountain wall trembled, hundreds of talismans were shattered at the same time, and cracks spread to all sides.
"Hold!"
The fat monk roared, and kept making seals with his hands, injecting spiritual power into the sealing formation.
Due to the cruel laws of the ghost prison, although these ghost soldiers had a bad premonition, none of them dared to escape before the battle, and they all tried their best to maintain the seal of the valley.
Bang! Bang! Bang
Accompanied by a series of loud noises, the ebony stick continued to hit the mountain wall. In the blink of an eye, fine cracks like spider webs appeared on the mountain wall.
"ah!"
The powerful and heavy power was fed back to the ghost soldiers through the formation. The hundreds of people closest to them were unable to resist and turned into nothingness amidst screams.
Not only were the ghost soldiers difficult to resist, but even the fat monk turned pale.
As the person in charge of the seal, he has suffered the most damage. In just a moment, the true spirit has begun to shake, and there are faint signs of collapse!
"How come he still has such great power?"
The fat monk had a look of disbelief on his face, but before he could think about it, the ebony stick hit the mountain wall hard again.
boom!
Amidst the loud noise, countless talismans shattered, thousands of ghost soldiers disappeared at the same time, and the mountain wall finally cracked, revealing a deep canyon leading straight into the valley.
The ebony stick stopped beating, turned on the spot, turned into black light and penetrated into the canyon, and disappeared with a "whoosh!"
Seeing this, the fat monk knew that the seal of the Forgotten River Valley could not be kept, and the people inside were about to escape.
He was frightened, thoughts were racing through his mind, and he made a decision quickly.
"The situation is unclear. It's better to report the matter first than to stay and die. Maybe King Qin Guang wants me to have merit, and there is still a glimmer of hope."
Thinking of this, the fat monk made a quick decision, made a seal with one hand, turned into a ray of light and galloped into the distance, reaching hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye.
As soon as he left, the morale of the remaining ghost soldiers was immediately thrown into chaos. Who dared to stay? They all scattered like birds and beasts, each one running faster than the other!
In the valley, the long-haired man was still suspended on the lake, his body pierced by more than a hundred black chains.
These chains seemed to have consciousness, sensing that the man wanted to escape, and tightened them one after another, causing his skin and flesh to roll up, blood to flow out, and even his bones and organs to be exposed.
But the man seemed oblivious and his eyes were very calm.
Suddenly, the valley opened, and a black light rushed from outside the valley, turning into an ebony rod and hovering in front of him.
"Old friend, you are finally here."
The man gently stroked the ebony rod in front of him, with a rare smile on his face.
"Although I have forgotten everything before, at least one thing is certain."
When the man said this, he clenched the ebony stick with his hand.
"Let's make a scene, old man."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ebony stick had been rounded by him, and there was a continuous sound of "Bang! Bang! Bang!" and the surrounding chains broke!
Wow!
The man shook his body again, and all the chains remaining in his body were thrown out. Then he jumped out of the valley.
But it was said that Liang Yan led 300 Tongxuan Zhenjun into the teleportation circle of Daoshan Prison. As the space changed and the stars moved, everyone quickly arrived at the sixteenth floor of the Ghost Prison.
Liang Yan had just come out of the teleportation circle when someone not far away shouted:
"Who is it? How can you use the teleportation circle without Yan Jun's permission?"
Liang Yan scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and saw that the teleportation circle at this end was located in the woods. There were hundreds of ghost cultivators not far away, led by a man with a green face and fangs.
This person's cultivation level is not weak and he has the strength of the peak of Tongxuan.
"Hey, why do you still have a physical body? Who allowed you to move around without permission?"
Perhaps because he was used to being arrogant and domineering in the ghost prison, this man was not afraid when he saw Liang Yan, but instead shouted loudly.
Liang Yan glanced at him sideways, and without saying much, he waved his sleeves, and a sword energy shot out from his sleeves.
"ah!"
The man had no time to react. He only screamed. His true soul was pierced by the sword energy, his eyes widened, and he died on the spot!
As for the remaining ghost soldiers, Liang Yan didn't need to take action at all. Zhenjun Tongxuan behind him took action and killed all the ghost soldiers in an instant!
Liang Yan turned around and waited for a while until the last Zhenjun Tongxuan also teleported over.
"Everyone is here?"
"Reply to my benefactor, no one is missing."
"good!"
Liang Yan waved his sword and chopped the teleportation circle into ashes.
Everyone nodded slightly when they saw this. In order to slow down the pursuit of the four Lords of Hell, this was the best way.
After destroying the teleportation circle, Liang Yan grabbed a ghost cultivator spirit that had not completely dissipated and used the soul-searching technique.
After a moment, he frowned slightly and rubbed his hands together, turning the true spirit in his hands into ashes.
Immediately afterwards, he searched for the second and third true spirits, but his brows were always furrowed, obviously he did not get the information he wanted.
"My benefactor, what's wrong?" A monk couldn't help but ask.
Liang Yan pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Although King Qin Guang and King Chu Jiang are ghost cultivators, they have accumulated tens of thousands of years of cultivation, and they have weird natal magic weapons in their hands, which are better than the sub-sage of Xuanxin Palace."
Even more tyrannical! I can't deal with two people by myself."
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other and asked, "What does your benefactor mean?"
"For the current plan, we must rescue all the prisoners. I heard that there are many ancestors of the Tribulation imprisoned on the seventeenth floor. If they can be allowed to join, the ghost prison army will not be afraid."
"What my benefactor said is absolutely true." Everyone nodded.
"But I just searched the ghost soldiers and found that they don't know the location of the teleportation circle. It seems that this is a secret that ordinary ghost soldiers don't know."
"So that's it." Only then did everyone know why Liang Yan frowned.
After a moment of silence, a monk who looked like a monk in the crowd suddenly said: "My dear friend, I have been to the sixteenth floor before and know that the prisoners here are all imprisoned in a prison, and that prison is run by three ghost generals.
The guards all have the cultivation level of Transformation Tribulation Realm, I think they should know the location of the teleportation circle."
After hearing this, Liang Yan's eyes lit up.
"In that case, let's go to the prison first. Do you remember the location of the prison?"
"Of course, it's not far from here, about 20,000 miles to the southwest."
"good!"
Liang didn't say much. He flicked his sleeves and gray light burst out, sweeping up everyone and flying towards the southwest.
He fled at full speed, paying no attention to the ghost prison monks he met along the way. He flew all the way and quickly reached his target location.
Looking from a distance, I saw a huge prison standing in the woods.
There are hundreds of towering iron trees inside the prison. The branches of the iron trees are wrapped with black ropes, and monks are hung on the ends of the ropes.
These monks were covered in blood and flesh, their wounds were festering, and pus and blood were constantly gushing out. It was obvious that they had suffered very cruel punishments and their wounds could not heal.
There was a large army outside the prison, totaling 50,000 people, but its strength was obviously not as strong as the ghost soldiers brought by King Chu Jiang to encircle and suppress him.
Liang Yan clicked on the escape light and led everyone to stop in the distance and observe carefully for a moment. Someone asked in a low voice: "Fajie, didn't you say there are three ghost generals here? Why are there no traces of them?"
"Fa Jie" is the monk who guided Liang Yan.
He touched his bald head and looked confused: "That's not right. This is where I was imprisoned before. There were clearly three ghost generals. Has it changed?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Yan sneered: "You're not wrong, it's just that there is someone here who has a strong sense of consciousness and noticed our movements, so he set up an ambush in advance."
"Then us"
"Don't worry about it so much. You just rush in and rescue people. I'll deal with the three ghost generals." Liang Yan said calmly.
"yes."
Everyone has seen what he is capable of, and there is no objection at all.
A moment later, cries of death suddenly sounded in the woods, but it was the three hundred Tongxuan Zhenjun who launched a fierce attack on the prison.
The ghost soldiers, who had been very relaxed at first, formed their formation in an instant, obviously expecting it.
Boom!
Accompanied by a dull sound, iron trees rose from the ground one after another. The ends of the treetops were entangled with ghostly aura, and they slammed into the people who came to rob the prison.
At the same time, various traps were also launched at this moment, and together with the 50,000 ghost soldiers, they formed an encirclement and suppression campaign against the 300 Tongxuan Zhenjun who had just escaped from prison.
"Hahaha, I've noticed your movements a long time ago! Still want to rob the prison? Go through my 'Bailigui' level first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall ghost cultivator appeared behind Liang Yan.
This ghost cultivator is red all over, is nine feet tall, has four arms, and holds a mace, a ghost head knife and other weapons.
The most bizarre thing was that heads grew out of his chest, shoulders, and arms, like fruits on a tree, with ferocious expressions and strange smiles.
"Eat me with a knife!"
The moment Baili Ghost appeared, he swung his sword suddenly, and the powerful ghost energy adhered to the blade, exuding a chilling feeling!
Liang Yan was already prepared. At this moment, he pointed his toes and soared upward into the air.
"Jie Jie!"
Strange laughter came from above.
I saw a flash of sunlight on the top of the towering iron tree, and a hunchbacked old woman appeared.
This old woman is only half the height of an ordinary person. She bends over and lowers her head, her hump is high, and her arms are long and slender, almost hanging down to her feet.
She and the Baili ghost had already made a plan. They knew that Liang Yan was going to fly upwards, so they hid here with concealed aura. Seeing Liang Yan approaching, the old woman immediately jumped from the treetop and rushed towards him with a strange scream.
.
"snort!"
Liang Yan waved his sword and struck at the old woman, but saw that her body was separated in the middle, and the sword light passed through without any harm.
At the same time, the old woman's arms suddenly grew longer, like two hemp ropes, wrapped around Liang Yan's sword light.
"All dharmas are empty!"
Liang Yan's mind turned, and the golden light of Buddhism penetrated his body, as if an egg shell covered him in the middle.
The old woman's arms came out of the air, and soon they were wrapped around the golden light, sending out streams of black smoke, but she did not let go, and instead let out bursts of weird laughter.
"Ehaha!"
Amidst the laughter, the hump behind the old woman suddenly split open, and black shadows flew out from it. Then they rolled on the spot and turned into all kinds of evil ghosts!
These evil spirits are ferocious in nature and are not afraid of death. At this time, they all rushed towards Liang Yan. Even if they were melted by the golden light, they would not flinch and always kept going!
In the blink of an eye, the golden light of Buddhism had begun to dissipate.
At the same time, a ghostly figure appeared directly in front of Liang Yan.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bright red robe, floating in the air in the shape of a "person". No hands or feet could be seen. There was not even a human face in the hood, only a thick black mist.
The black mist was very strange. It caught Liang Yan's eyes as soon as it appeared, and then quickly spun around, like a bottomless abyss, trying to pull his soul out of his body.
"Haha, with our 'Tianmen Three Ghosts' here, you can't even think of escaping from prison!"
The moment Liang Yan was restrained by the old woman and the "Red Robe Ghost", the "Bai Li Ghost" who had made a sneak attack also jumped into the air.
He came behind Liang Yan again, swung the ghost sword in his hand, and the ghostly aura cut through the void, slashing straight at his opponent.
At this moment, the three ghost generals exerted their strength at the same time, each exerting their unique skills to the extreme!
But at this moment, Liang Yan suddenly sneered:
"Is this a carefully planned game by the three of them?"
The three ghost generals saw the sneer on his lips, and for some reason, a chill grew in their hearts.
"Is this man crazy? He is obviously dead."
Baili Ghost thought like this, he turned his mind, and continued to move forward with the long knife in his hand. The powerful ghost energy condensed into substance, cutting the void into pieces.
But the next moment, he saw a group of stars blooming in front of him.
The starlight was so bright and dazzling that it enveloped the three ghost generals. Then, a circle of sword light was like ripples in the water. Whether it was the evil ghost released from the old woman's hump or the weapon of the "Baili Ghost", they were all here.
The circled sword was shattered into pieces in the light of the sword and dissipated like clouds of smoke.
"How can it be?"
This was the last thought in Bailigui's mind.
Before he could react, the sword light from the stars had already passed through his abdomen, and his true spirit was turned into powder by the sword energy.
"ah!"
With a scream, the hunchbacked old woman was also cut from the waist. The arms that were originally wrapped around Liang Yan fell down weakly, and there was no longer any breath.
Only the "Red Robe Ghost" was special. After the red robe was beheaded, the true spirit did not dissipate immediately, but turned into a wisp of black smoke, trying to escape into the void.
"Want to leave?"
Liang Yan sneered, released his celestial eye, and a black light shot through the sky, instantly immobilizing the true spirit of the "red-robed ghost".
He raised his hand again, and powerful magic spread out, forcing the black smoke back and falling into the palm of his hand.