There is a gloomy reception desk at the foot of the mountain, each measuring thousands of feet long and wide. In the middle is an unknown skull the size of a small mountain. The skull's eyes are burning with ghostly fire, and it seems to have spiritual intelligence.
The Yinshan Mountain and the welcome platform are connected by a long stone path. Both sides of the stone path are hung with red lanterns made of paper. When the cold wind blows, the red lanterns are shaking and making a clattering sound.
At this time, there were already four figures standing on the welcoming platform. The aura exuding from them was no less than that of the Wuling ancestors. But like the Wuling ancestors, these people were very old. The auras on their bodies were stronger, but they revealed that the sun was declining.
smell.
"These old guys are here too."
Seeing the four figures on the reception desk, Wuling ancestor's eyes flashed slightly.
"Old weirdo Wuling, since you're here, why don't you come over and talk."
The old man, who looked thin and withered, smiled hoarsely at the Wuling Patriarch.
"Old Monster Yin Yang, I'm so lucky to see you every time." Wuling Patriarch laughed and appeared on the reception desk in an instant.
The Yin-Yang old monster in his mouth is a quasi-reverend of the Evil Spirit Clan, called Yin-Yang Old Man. He is older than the Wuling Ancestor and has lived for nearly 110,000 years. The reason why he can exceed the age limit is because he once obtained two
The Netherworld Fruit increases the lifespan by ten thousand years. The Yin Yang Old Man is proficient in the mysteries of Yin and Yang, and the secret skill of Yin and Yang Transformation is one of the most difficult secret skills that Wuling ancestor has ever seen.
"Hey, every time I see you, I have good luck, and I hope it will be the same this time." The Yin Yang old man's eyes were dark, and the gloomy and evil aura on his body was not much inferior to the gloomy ghost aura in hell.
"Ahem, Wuling old man, since we can meet here, how about joining forces to break through the level?"
The old woman standing not far away, leaning on a cane, coughed and said.
The ancestor of Wuling looked towards the other party and said hesitantly: "This should be Grandma Yegui!"
"Yes, it's me. How about it?"
The Night Ghost Granny is a quasi-reverence of the Yaksha clan who lived for more than 14,000 years.
"It seems to be a good idea to join forces to break through the level. It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. As for these two old men who don't know each other, could you please introduce them." There are too many old monsters from various races, and Wuling ancestors do not know them all, especially some who have been hiding for a long time.
The old monster.
The old man Yin Yang sneered, "This is the powerful ancestor of the barbarian tribe, and this is the golden ancestor of the demon tribe."
Ancestor Dali was very tall, over two meters tall, but his back was a little stooped. His eyes flashed with a trace of death, which was a sign that the end was not far away.
The Jinguang Ancestor is the opposite of the Dali Ancestor. He is extremely short in stature and is clearly a dwarf. His turbid eyes occasionally flash with golden light and are extremely sharp.
In the outside world, everyone is a sworn enemy, but here, everyone is here to survive and it makes no sense to kill each other. This is the main reason why the four people did not fight each other before.
"I have heard of the name of Patriarch Wuling a long time ago, but the first time I saw him today it was just like this." Patriarch Dali seemed to have some hatred towards Patriarch Wuling, and his tone was unkind.
The ancestor of Wuling was not a good person either. He smiled softly and said: "It seems that the barbarians are all arrogant people, but you barbarian geniuses are quite good. They are refined into puppets and have strong physical bodies."
"snort!"
Ancestor Dali snorted coldly, and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "I ask you, is the seventh disciple of my old friend Tianlang kidnapped by you? If you know his appearance, it is best to restore him, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you.
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"The Sirius you are talking about must be the old monster Sirius! He is also a character, but everything must be proved with evidence. Have you ever seen me kidnap his seventh disciple?"
Although Patriarch Wuling is not afraid of Patriarch Dali and Old Monster Tianlang, he is not willing to form a deadly feud with these two people, so he will never admit this matter. Of course, the seventh disciple of Old Monster Tianlang was indeed killed by him.
He was refined into a puppet. At that time, the junior also said that he was the disciple of the old monster Sirius.
"Old Wuling, don't make excuses, I know it was you who did it."
Ancestor Dali is 70% sure that the other party did it. As long as the other party admits it, this matter will be easy to handle.
"Old thief Dali, you think I am afraid of you. Let me say it again, this matter has nothing to do with me. If you want to fight, then fight. I will kill you even if I try to get hurt."
"Okay, you two, this is hell. Everything in the outside world is not allowed to be mentioned here. We will talk about grievances and grievances after we leave hell. The ugly words are up front. Whoever messes around again, please respect yourself."
The old man Yin Yang didn't want to pay attention to the affairs of Ancestor Wuling and Ancestor Dali, but these two were both quasi-venerables. If they caused trouble, they might disturb some powerful mountain ghosts nearby.
"Old Monster Yin Yang is right. I came to hell for the Netherworld Fruit, not to listen to your noise." The Night Ghost Granny also spoke.
Ancestor Dali has always had a rough temper, and when he was about to speak, Ancestor Jin Guang stopped him with a look.
"Don't be rash. We'll talk about this later."
Ancestor Jin Guang sent a message to Ancestor Dali.
His fists were clenched tightly, making a crunching sound. Ancestor Dali snorted coldly and turned away from looking at Ancestor Wuling.
"This old guy is really hateful. If you have the chance, you must kill him, otherwise he will be a disaster." Wuling ancestor said coldly in his heart.
At some point, the welcome stage became silent. The five old monsters were all silent. Grandma Yegui even sat cross-legged on the stage, meditating and adjusting her breath.
About three days later, the huge skull on the reception desk suddenly swelled with ghostly fire eyes, opened its mouth, and made a terrifying sound, "Welcome to Ghost Crying Mountain. Enter this mountain. Each person has ten ghost stones, otherwise he will suffer misfortune."
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Grandma Yegui opened her eyes, flipped her palms, and threw ten black stones into the skull's mouth. Ancestor Wuling and others also followed suit.
Ghost stones are the currency of hell. They are equivalent to Yuan stones in the outside world, but are countless times more precious than Yuan stones. This Guiwei Mountain is quite evil. If you don’t hand over the ghost stones, you will indeed have bad luck. An old monster who walked with the ancestor of Wuling last time, because
I didn't believe this, so I didn't hand over the ghost stone. As a result, I kept hearing the sound of ghosts crying from the moment I entered Ghost Crying Mountain, and finally suffered a nervous breakdown and disappeared inside Yin Mountain.
As outsiders, the five of them naturally don't have ghost stones, but they can grab them in hell. Some slightly more powerful ghosts always have one or two ghost stones on their bodies. When accumulated, it is not difficult to get ten ghost stones. After paying ten
The ancestor of Wuling still has fourteen pieces of ghost stones, enough to do it again.
"You are all generous people, please come into the mountain."
The skull smiled slyly, and the red lanterns on both sides of the stone path connecting the reception desk lit up one by one.
"Walk!"
The old man Yin Yang took the lead and walked up the stone path.
The moment the five people walked onto the stone path, the melancholy sound of the piano and the piano suddenly came to mind, as if there was a large band singing around, surrounded by ghosts.
"It's so fucking evil."
Ancestor Dali cursed.
The five people gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared at the end of the stone path.
On the reception desk, the skull smiled and said: "There are still thirty-eight yuan left, thirty-eight yuan left, not far away."