Under the gray and gloomy sky, two thousand-foot black mountains stretching for hundreds of miles and curved like horns stood facing each other like two recumbent giants, supporting a huge flat canyon in the middle.
Outside the canyon, black smoke surged in the void, and Yan Luo walked out of it, holding a blood-colored token that glowed slightly with blood.
It looked at the token in its hand, then turned to look at the entrance of the canyon. Its eyes flashed with soul fire, and its figure was covered by a large puff of black smoke.
A gust of dark wind blew by, and no one was left in the place.
In the center of the canyon, stands a huge bone altar.
The altar is surrounded by gray air, and the eight thick white bones at the top are surrounded by bursts of gray light. The runes are fluttering, forming a huge gray magic circle above the altar.
Corpses appeared out of thin air in the gray magic circle from time to time. They were of different sizes and shapes, including humanoids and monsters.
Surrounded by gray gas, the flesh on the surface of these corpses quickly shriveled up and withered, turning into zombies. Many of the corpses' flesh turned into nothingness, directly turning into skeletons.
The eyes of these newly born undead creatures flashed with faint light green soul fire. After standing up unsteadily, they headed towards the depths of the canyon.
Their target is a vast lake of dark water deep in the canyon. On the slightly red lake, bursts of light red mist rise.
The mist gradually dispersed with the wind, covering hundreds of feet around the lake. Of course, the closer to the lake, the thicker the mist became.
In the mist, there are densely packed skeletons, zombies and other undead creatures. There are also people and animals. There are almost no empty seats. Their mouths open and close, as if they are swallowing the light red mist.
The colors of the soul fire in the eyes of these undead creatures are different, mostly green, cyan, and a few blue. It seems that the darker the color of the soul fire, the closer the location is to the lake.
However, the area of more than ten feet closest to the lake seemed much empty. There were only three lonely figures there, and they were separated by a considerable distance from each other.
Among them, the one closest to the lake is a skeleton with bones as transparent as crystal. It sits cross-legged, with lavender soul fire burning in its eyes.
On the left side of the lake, there is a cyan bone wolf that is nearly three feet tall. The soul fire in its eyes has turned purple, but the aura it exudes is a bit stronger than the crystal skull.
On the right side of the lake lies a giant zombie crocodile five to six feet long, with patches of black scales the size of a fist covering its body.
At this moment, a black shadow flashed behind the Crystal Skull, and a figure covered in white armor emerged.
It's just Yanluo.
As soon as Fang appeared, the white bone gun in his hand blurred into a stream of white light and stabbed towards the back of the crystal skull's head.
The crystal skull suddenly turned around, ignited a ball of green flames with his hands, and closed them in front of him.
With a burst of strong mana fluctuations, the two green flames merged into a huge green skull, and its mouth opened and closed. The tip of the bone gun was bitten, and at the same time, a large amount of green flame poured down from the mouth.
, wrap the bone gun.
Under the burning of the green flame, a layer of green ice crystals quickly formed on the surface of the bone gun.
At this moment, Yan Luo's eyes flashed with soul fire.
A layer of white strange light circulated on the surface of the bone gun, and at the same time some white runes emerged around it, quickly turning into bursts of white flames.
The green ice crystals shattered with a snap.
The green flames surrounding the bone gun melted away as soon as they came into contact with the white flames. After the green skull let out a cry, it collapsed under the roll of white flames.
The white flame bone gun instantly pierced the Crystal Skull's head.
Its head suddenly exploded. As soon as a ball of lavender light emerged, it was swept up by an invisible suction force and fell into Yanluo's mouth.
Then, a headless crystal skull fell from the sky. With a "bang", it landed on the shore of the Netherworld Lake.
At this moment, an extremely thick black beam of light and dozens of crescent-shaped cyan blade shadows came quickly from both sides.
The black smoke all over Yanluo's body disappeared immediately.
The next moment, dense crescent-shaped cyan blade shadows and black light beams passed by the place where Yanluo was just now, and they all hit the empty space.
Dozens of feet away on both sides, cyan bone wolves and zombie crocodiles were rushing towards the direction of the crystal skull in a menacing manner.
Behind the cyan bone wolf stands a phantom with the body of a tiger and the head of a wolf.
Above the head of the zombie crocodile, a huge crocodile shadow that looks similar to the real body appears.
At this time, the zombie crocodile's eyes flashed with soul fire, and he suddenly turned around with the Dharma behind him as if aware of it.
Just as it turned around, Yanluo appeared in a puff of black smoke, and the bone gun in his hand pierced towards him like lightning.
The crocodile opened his mouth wide, and the black light flashed from his mouth, turning into a black vortex, and a thick black light beam shot out from the center of the vortex.
The bone gun and the black light beam collided with each other in an instant, and there was a stalemate for a moment.
Yanluo's eyes jumped with soul fire, and white light shot up into the sky behind him, transforming into a graceful figure of a girl in white palace clothes. As the silk draped behind him flowed elegantly, a beautiful song like the sound of nature suddenly sounded.
Countless white petals fell from the sky. The purple soul fire in the zombie crocodile's eyes froze, and the black beam of light ejected from its mouth immediately dissipated.
As soon as the bone gun in Yanluo's hand was loosened, he took this opportunity to stab the head of the zombie crocodile below.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The surface of the Netherworld Lake below suddenly cracked open, and a huge ax shadow with flaming gray flames, carrying endless pressure, slashed towards Yan Luo above at an astonishing speed.
Wherever it passed, even the nearby space became blurred and distorted.
Yan Luo was startled, and quickly retracted the bone spear that was thrust out. Black smoke rolled around him, and his figure became blurry.
"Whoop!"
The huge ax shadow instantly penetrated Yanluo's body and split it in half from head to toe.
But the two halves of the figure instantly disappeared out of thin air and turned out to be nothing more than an afterimage.
The gray ax shadow continued to flash into the air without losing its momentum, and seemed to reach straight to the sky, splitting the billowing gray clouds in mid-air into two.
At this time, the pale red lake water below quickly parted, and a huge monster shrouded in gray smoke rose up from the bottom of the lake.
This bull-headed human body seems to be made of black gas below the chest and has no physical form. Its right hand holds a giant white bone axe, which is more than ten feet long.
If Shi Mu were here, he would probably be shocked. This monster is none other than the Luotian Ghost King who caused a great auction in Tianyu City and was defeated in the physical body by Taoist Wuchen, the leader of Tongtian Cult.
After all these years, his body seems to have partially recovered. Although the aura he exudes is far less than before, the coercion of a powerful person in heaven still exists.
As soon as he appeared, the zombie crocodiles and blue bone wolves in mid-air put away the phantom shadows behind them. Their eyes were trembling with soul fire, and they seemed to be quite fearful.
Countless skeletons, zombies and other undead creatures around the Mingshui Lake were also driven by invisible pressure to lie down on the ground, as if they were facing a king.
Ghost King Luo Tian glanced around, as if trying to find the existence of Yan Luo, but it turned out to be in vain.
"The reckless thing from there dares to disturb my Qing Cultivator! If there is a next time, I will not be lenient!"
The angry roar of Luotian Ghost King was like the sound of thunder from the nine heavens, rumbling over the Mingshui Lake, rushing in all directions and lingering for a long time.
The soul fire flashed in the eyes of those skeleton zombies, and their prone bodies began to tremble.
At the same time, an unknown distance away from the black canyon, there was a muddy swamp full of black blisters. Suddenly, an earth-shattering tiger roar came out.
There are dense black clouds in mid-air, and there are still patches of black clouds coming from all directions.
Then an extremely terrifying aura swept out from the swamp, instantly covering the entire swamp. The gray mist that originally filled the sky over the swamp, driven by this aura, began to slowly move along a certain sequence.
Slowly rolling, the entire swamp gradually formed an extremely huge giant whirlpool.
In the center of the whirlpool, a huge figure gradually emerged.
But it was a white-headed skull the size of an attic. Judging from its appearance, it seemed to belong to some kind of tiger-like beast.
The soul fire burning in his eyes seemed to show a strange silver color.
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In the Yin Corpse Mountains, there is a grand blue hall in the Mingyue Sect General Altar.
A curly-haired young man in a gray robe with a slightly gloomy face was sitting opposite a middle-aged man with a wide mouth, sipping a cup of fragrant tea and discussing something.
Suddenly, the expression of the broad-mouthed middle-aged man changed, and he suddenly stood up. The tea cup in his hand was crushed into a pile of powder with a bang.
"What's wrong?" the curly-haired young man asked.
"Something happened to my crystal skull!" the middle-aged man with a wide mouth said in a deep voice.
"Crystal Skull? Didn't you recall it some time ago and place it near the sect's altar?" said the curly-haired young man.
"That's right. There should be something wrong with the altar." The middle-aged man with a broad mouth said.
"This seems unlikely. Recently, many hall masters have recalled their spiritual pets to stand by near the altar. With Luotian Ghost King guarding the altar, it is unlikely that anything will go wrong here. Even if someone dares to make a mistake,
Your crystal skull already has earth-level strength, which is enough to handle it." The curly-haired young man frowned slightly.
"Anyway, the connection between the Crystal Skull and my consciousness has been interrupted. I must rush to the interface of the dead as soon as possible to find out the truth. Hall Master Huo, I'll take my leave now." The middle-aged man with a broad mouth said, striding towards the door.
go.
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Undead interface, in the black canyon, near the Bone Altar.
There was a "boom"!
A white stream of light fell rapidly from mid-air, like a bolt of lightning, and landed on a well-formed silver-gray humanoid skeleton next to the Bone Altar.
The original pale green soul fire in the silver-gray skeleton's eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by two burning lavender soul fires.
His originally shaky limbs suddenly became extremely agile.
The silver-gray skeleton paused in place for a moment, then followed the surrounding undead creatures and walked towards the depths of the canyon.
His speed was quite fast, and he arrived in front of the Mingshui Lake in just a moment.
There is still a light red mist here, and the undead creatures around are still opening and closing their mouths to devour them.
The silver-gray skeleton did not hesitate, and jumped up directly, passing over the densely packed undead creatures, and appeared on the shore of the Netherworld Lake.
It was at the lakeside. After sweeping its gaze around, the soul fire trembled suddenly.
Not far away, a skeleton with bones as transparent as crystal was lying there, but the head was badly damaged, leaving only a small half connected to the neck bone.
Other than that, there were no injuries or traces of battle left on his body, and he seemed to be killed with one blow!
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