Strange to say, after this sound sounded, the huge ghost saint suddenly stopped attacking, and the millions of ghosts seemed to have received the order, and they all disappeared invisible.
Xing Tian was hiding behind the Immortal Gate at the moment, holding a gourd in his hand, but he was always on guard against the opponent's fierce attack, but he didn't expect anyone to stop him. However, he still did not relax his vigilance, nor did he take back the Immortal Gate. Who knows if this is
The opponent's feint attack technique.
After the mysterious voice appeared, the ghost saint stayed there like the most loyal servant, with half of his body outside, like a big mountain. The next moment, a wisp of black air floated over, turning into an ugly-looking, bald and broken-headed man.
The old man is wearing a robe and holding a bone sword. This old man is obviously not his real body, but a clone of death energy, but he is looking at the huge door of immortality in front of him.
"The Immortal Gate, the Immortal Gate forged by the Eternal Heavenly Lord from the Void Stone, can be passed down for eternity. Unexpectedly, the result is the fall of the Eternal Heavenly Lord. This Immortal Gate still exists in the world, which is really disappointing." This ugly old man.
He let out a long sigh, seeming to be recalling the past.
He doesn't move, neither does Ghost Saint, and Xingtian naturally won't move either.
Xing Tian could naturally see at this time that this ugly old man was extremely powerful. This kind of power was far from being as powerful as the Ghost Saint just now, but at least he was at the level of a flesh and blood giant, or even more powerful.
So Xing Tian is very careful. He doesn't know where this place is yet, so he naturally does everything with extra caution.
After a long time, the old man seemed to have finished remembering, and then said: "Boy, you broke into my ninety-nine-story hell tower without permission. You should have been trapped in the underworld road or the void underworld, but you could accidentally hit it.
It can be considered fate that you have arrived here with me. How many great saints have entered the ninety-nine floors of the hell tower and cannot find it here. Only you, plus you have the relics of my old friend. I will not pursue it with you. As for this immortal
The door belongs to my old friend, so I took it away on his behalf."
After saying that, the old man waved directly, and Xing Tian immediately felt that the immortal door that he had refined had his spiritual traces wiped away, and then the huge portal turned into a ball of light and fell on the old man's palm.
It turned into a small pocket door that exuded golden light.
"How could this happen?" Xing Tian was really taken aback, with a look of horror in his eyes. This Immortal Gate was refined by himself, so no one should be able to take it away, but this old man took it away as soon as he met him, and he didn't resist at all.
Strength. If the other party wants to kill you, it should be easy.
It's just that Xing Tiansheng was born bold. He was inevitably upset when one of his most powerful defensive artifacts was forcibly taken away, but he said calmly: "Senior takes things for friends. I can't stop this junior, so I can only accept my fate. It's best if I lose this."
artifact!"
The old man was happy when he heard this. He looked Xingtian up and down and let out a sigh.
"You actually have a trace of Zixia's aura on you. It's interesting. Is that guy still alive?" the old man said lightly.
.It can be seen from this that if this old man is not a madman, it means that he is a figure of the same period as Zixia Tianjun.
Xing Tian had no way to answer the old man's question, and then the old man asked: "Then what sect are you a disciple of?"
So far, although this ugly old man has behaved strangely, he has not shown any hostility. Therefore, Xingtian also told the truth: "This junior is a disciple of Yundian!"
"Yundian? That little sect created by Mr. Yun?" The ugly old man thought for a long time before he said as if he remembered something. He didn't know, but Xing Tian was secretly cursing. He thought that this old man was going too far. Yundian is in the holy world.
Among them, although it cannot be said to be the top sect, it is definitely top-notch.
The old man said that Yundian seemed like a small sect played by children, which was a bit too arrogant.
Thinking of the destruction of Yundian Palace by a powerful enemy and the unrequited revenge of so many brothers, Xing Tian suddenly felt a little irritated, but he said coldly: "Senior, it's not your turn to judge what happened to Yundian Palace. Since senior has taken away the Immortal Palace,
Door, can you let me leave this place?"
The flesh-and-blood giant outside may break away from the control of the golden talisman at any time, so he must leave this ghost place as soon as possible. In addition, the old man is not good at speaking, so Xing Tian is naturally not very polite.
After hearing this, the old man laughed and didn't seem to care at all: "Young man Yun also benefited from me in the past. Even if he came in person, he would not dare to talk to me like this. If he had followed my temper back then, he would definitely tear you apart and remove your muscles.
I have imprisoned your mind and made you suffer thousands of years of torture, but for now, forget it. There is just one question you need to answer me, and then I can let you leave here."
Xing Tian was overjoyed. He had said those words in anger just now. For him, the fight of emotions was meaningless. The most important thing was to leave here.
So he immediately said: "Senior, please speak!"
The old man paused and said, "Let me ask you, how did you get in?"
Xing Tian thought it was a big question, but he didn't expect it to be so simple. There was nothing to hide about this matter, so he told the story of how he was plotted by the dark world and how he was trapped in this place.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the old man had a serious look on his face, showing a trace of terrifying murderous intent. Xing Tian didn't know why, so he naturally didn't speak, but it was also in the dark to prevent the other party from violently killing people.
After a long time, the old man said: "Unexpectedly, I never expected that the Black Sea Ghost Cave was the orthodox demon path in the past and powerful in the holy world, but today it has become the lackey of those alien races, Black Ming? I have never heard of it, but the sect he left me behind is like this
If you waste it, I will definitely kill it!"
With the last word kill, the terrifying demonic aura emanating from the old man soared into the sky. Countless resentful spirits and ghosts were wailing. Even the ghost saint behind him hurriedly lowered his head and said: "Master, don't get angry, otherwise
The bet with that bald donkey is considered lost!"
With a bald ass, the ugly old man immediately regained his composure.
Immediately, those terrifying visions disappeared without a trace. It was really strange, but Xing Tian was more concerned about what the other party had just said.
From what the old man said, it seems that he has a lot of connections with the Black Sea Ghost Cave sect. In addition, the old man obviously doesn't like to see foreigners, and he deeply hates what Heiming does.
I have to say that this is a good thing for Xing Tian.
Vaguely, Xing Tian seemed to have guessed the identity of this old man. He was probably a senior from the Black Sea Ghost Cave, but why was he here?
At this time, the old man said: "Boy, come with me!"
Then he drifted away. Xing Tian thought about it carefully and immediately followed him. If his guess was correct, whether he could get out of this place should all depend on the old man's thoughts.
As for whether the other party would set a trap for him, Xing Tian was not afraid. With the old man's cultivation and the ghost saint behind him, even if he broke through two more realms and became a three-tribulation or even a four-tribulation great saint, he was afraid
They may not be this old guy's opponent.
So Xingtian followed the phantom of the old man and ran forward. The huge ghost saint covered with talismans did not stop him. Instead, like an ordinary ghost, the figure slowly dissipated until it was invisible.
After following the old man for a while, Xing Tian saw a very beautiful red forest with flowers and grass in the forest. In this terrifying hell-like place, it was already like a fairyland.
Just taking a closer look, Xingcai discovered that these trees were extremely strange. They were no ordinary trees. They were all made of blood-red ice crystals, like crystals.
In addition, the red color turns out to be the meridians in the crystal tree, just like the human body.
It was as if blood was flowing in these trees, and in this strange forest of blood crystals, there was a hut made of bones. Next to the hut was a stone chess table with a chessboard on it.
Both sides were playing chess quietly.
The shadow of the old man who brought Xing Tian over also disappeared without a trace at this time, but one of the two people playing chess at this moment was the old man.
It’s just that this should be the old man’s real body.
Xing Tian's arrival did not attract much attention from him, but he simply waved his hand to signal Xing Tian to go over and watch the chess game.
Opposite the old man, sat a monk wearing a white elephant robe.
The monk's robes were as pure and white as snow lotuses on the Tianshan Mountains. The dead and evil souls around him did not dare to approach him at all, and could only scream from afar.
Looking at the monk, he was only in his twenties, with a handsome appearance, a jade face and starry eyes, holding a string of Buddhist beads, and smiling lightly. It seemed that he had only this expression from beginning to end.
The arrival of Xing Tian surprised the monk, but the latter did not ask, and after waiting for a moment, he said calmly: "Old Ghost, you have been thinking about this move for seven years. If you can't think of a way to solve it,
That means you lose!"
As soon as the monk in white finished speaking, the ugly old man in black robe said angrily: "Fart, when did I say that it can't be solved? It's just that you, a bald donkey, lured me into this endgame with your treacherous chess moves. Huh, if you want to talk about this chess move,
But you are not as upright as me."
The monk replied: "Old Ghost, chess is like a life, it can be vigorous, it can be upright, it can also be ghostly, magical, and cunning. My cultivation is not high, little monk, and there are inevitably some demonic obstacles in my heart, but I can only use this chess to solve the problems in my heart.
Demon, this is the right way. The right way to kill demons is to focus on the heart and not look at their actions!"
The monk in white was teaching Buddhism. Before he finished speaking, the man named Gui Lao waved his hand and said: "Don't talk about your nonsense here. I don't like to hear it. In short, in this world, you must be free.
I have no scruples or worries at all. I have always been upright and aboveboard in my actions. Although my methods are ruthless, I rarely engage in intrigues and tricks. On the contrary, you, the Buddha world, have long since left my holy world of heavens, and you tricked me into playing chess a hundred thousand years ago.
How can you feel at peace with me being involved here?" (To be continued.)