The ringtone, the soul-summoning song, the heavy footsteps, all of these are like the music of ghosts dancing in hell, and the cold and cold air even enveloped. Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun, hiding behind the window, couldn't help feeling a cold feeling rising from their backs. It was the first time they met a strange scene. The whole town was like the palace of the Hell, without a trace of vitality. The relative silence was filled with an invisible pressure, which made them suffocate.

Ling Tianyun looked at the corpse driving team that was about to come to his eyes without blinking. Suddenly, a sound of clothes breaking through the air came into his ears. He was even more surprised. His eyes narrowed, but he saw several figures rushing from afar and landing on the long street in front of the corpse driving team. "The people from the Sky Gate appeared." He hurriedly reminded Ye Yinfeng, because he saw several white shadows falling in the middle of the long street like ghosts.

The white long gown was particularly eye-catching under the ink-like night. Several white figures lined up, blocking the front of the corpse-driven team.

"The person who sends souls to attract souls, will be avoided by the corpse-driven person." The ugly man in front of the corpse-driven team couldn't help but look cold when they saw this. He shouted loudly. The ringing bell in his hand had stopped, and the corpse-driven team behind him also stopped. Soon two other ugly men stood beside the ugly man in charge with flags.

"There is a good show now. The people from Cangqiong Sect are really domineering. They are rushing to the night road, so why is it in the way of their affairs? But then again, there are only three living people in the corpse driving team. How can they beat the people from Cangqiong Sect?" Ling Tianyun's eyes flashed with excitement and said to Ye Yinfeng. "It shouldn't be as simple as you think. Cangqiong Sect must have any grudges with the corpse driving clan. Otherwise, who would like to run out to block the corpse at night? Isn't that unlucky? The only three corpse driving people should be able to deal with it. Who knows if a corpse fraud will happen?" Ye Yinfeng's eyes flashed faintly and said to Ling Tianyun.

"No, Cangqiong Sect has always been a famous sect and the leader of the four ancient martial arts sects. How could they have anything to do with the corpse-driver?" Ling Tianyun looked at the confrontation of the two parties and said in confusion. Cangqiong Sect was like the high immortal sect, and the corpse-driver clan was the labor force that came and went to the world. One was in the sky, and the other was in the abyss where the sun was dull. How could they have any grudges?

"Look, let's wait and see, it's best not to expose yourself." Ye Yinfeng said to Ling Tianyun with his eyes fixed.

"Everyone is willing to give in, and the person who drives the corpse is grateful." The ugly man in the head put down the yellow talisman paper in his hand, then bowed his hand to the few white shadows in front of him and said politely. The two ugly men beside him held the flags in his hand tightly, and looked at the white shadows in front of him with vigilant eyes.

"The corpse-driven clan has long been gone, and I didn't expect to meet him here. But I don't know if you have heard of the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven. We just want to hear about the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven." A majestic young man stood in the white shadow. The young man was wearing a white shirt and carrying a long sword, just like a sword immortal in the sky. This young man had a sword eyebrows, starry eyes, slender figure, ape arms and a bee waist, and was indeed an extraordinary person.

"You are disciples of the Cangqiong Sect." The man led by the corpse-driver could not help but blurted his face. Obviously, they should have guessed the identity of the visitor. The auras around the three of them suddenly gathered together, and the turbulent wind and death arose. They looked at several figures in front of them with a serious look on their faces. "I, Yin Da, once killed a disciple of the Cangqiong Sect. You came for your fellow disciple. Let me tell you that you don't have the idea to fight Yin Yang Cave Heaven." The ugly Chinese who claimed to be Yin Da said firmly in a cold tone.

"Since that's the case, let's settle the new and old accounts together. It is said that the corpse-driven clan is the most mysterious clan among the hidden clans. It is rarely circulated in the world, but I don't know if you are as mysterious as the rumors in the world. Zhuo Qingchen, a disciple of the Cangqiong Sect, comes to learn about it." The disciple of the Cangqiong Sect said coldly with a condensation.

"Zhuo Qingchen, one of the two stars of the Cangqiong Gate, is the noble sect who respects Yin, but it is not fearful to you, Zhuo Qingchen, alone. Is there really no one in the Cangqiong Gate? Is it really worthy of our corpse driving clan to ask a few younger disciples to block Yin's path to corpse driving, and it really looks down on our corpse driving clan." The big eyes condensed slightly and said coldly. He waved the bell in his hand, and the string of silver bells suddenly made a series of soul-catching sounds.

"The corpse-driven person is good at the bell technique of soul-catching and soul-catching. Zhuo Qingchen also uses music as his martial arts. I just don't know if Mr. Yin can block the 'Blue Sea Tide' of the Sky Gate?" Zhuo Qingchen was leisurely and leisurely without any fear. After saying that, a crystal light in his hand rose, but it was a flute that was as beautiful as jade. The flute was full of jade light, and it was making a sound of roaring through the sky.

"Dingling..." Yin Da was not polite to see this. He shook the silver bells in his hand directly. Suddenly, the wind blew everywhere, and the ringtone sounded loudly. The ringtone was like the wailing of the ghosts in hell, and also like the deep and sad sound. One ringtone hit your eardrums, the ringtone was long, short and urgent, the ringtone was sad and sad, and an endless heartbreaking sorrow made people feel inexplicably sad. When the ringtone rang, the night seemed to be even more intense, and the chill came, as if the gates of hell had opened.

At this time, Zhuo Qingchen also blew the flute in his hand. The sound of the flute was endless, and it began to sound like a sea water patting the rocks. Then the flute song turned again, and the sea water suddenly surging, waves rose up, layered waves connected and spread out, and huge roars rushed towards the endless sorrow ringtone, and the energy flowed in the night. The qi that broke the sharp roar echoed over the town, and the sound of the waves hitting the shore became more and more intense.

The ringtone rolled up a magical power that made people tremble, but the sound of the flute was filled with a huge force that hit the ringtone. For a moment, the ringtone was loud, and for a moment the waves were drowned, and the tremolo penetrated the noisy waves. "?Stop???12ぷStep on the black beetle? Road beetle? Rooting Wei's plan? Xing pyre not swearing yellow beetle? Look at the rise of locust? Bag trunk? Bulu trunk? Waiting for the cook??

The intertwined sound waves condensed with huge power. Both of them merged their internal forces into the sound song, making the sound wave full of endless murderous intent no less than actual weapons. Several sound waves stirred around and turned into invisible sharp blades and shot them all around. Suddenly, the walls of the houses on both sides of the long street were full of holes. The two used all their internal forces when they fought, and the sound wave skills were even more invisible than tangible.

The sharp blade turned into a sound wave shot through the window, and Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun looked a little ugly. They did not expect that they would be affected by the fish pond just by seeing a good show. The two had no choice but to turn their fingers into soldiers and shoot out several powerful blades, resolving all the sound wave blades that penetrated through the window. This was the case, and the eardrums of their two people were lingering in their eardrums, and the huge lethality of the sound made them afraid.

As the ringtone turned, the rapid ringtone made a wave of sad sounds, and the continuous ringtones roared out layers of ghost crying. The ghost gate was full of hisses, sighing on the road of the underworld, and the ringtone changed again, from rapid to soothing and gentle, but the ringtone was even tighter in my ears, and suddenly there was a urge to tremble and leave my body. The ringtone in my ears seemed to the call of the ghost world in hell, making people fall into it unconsciously.

Zhuo Qingchen's face changed slightly. The disciples of the Cangqiong Sect around him seemed to be affected by the ringing bell, and a trace of confusing eyes appeared in his eyes. His starry eyes condensed, the flute raised, and he placed it on his lips again. A loud flute sound broke and rose, and the sound of the waves hitting the rocks and flying loudly rang throughout the night sky. The disciples of the Cangqiong Sect shook their bodies, and their eyes immediately returned to a clear and bright look.

Although the resentful ringing ringing was not very loud or very rapid, the thrilling ringing made the night look even colder. The dark feet sank, blue veins on the right hand collapsed, silver bells collided, and sound waves spread across all directions, and a ghost-like expression appeared on his ugly face. The dead air around him rose, like a messenger coming from a secluded prison.

The sound of ringtones and flutes intertwined and violently, the lingering sound waves surged, and the solemn and cold wind suddenly rose. The sound of waves rose one layer higher than another, and the surging waves were like a huge sound, while the faint silver bell was like a ghost roar. The two of them brought the sound waves to the extreme. At the same time, a blush appeared on their faces, and the sound waves whirled, and the sounds gradually weakened as the sound sounds interspersed.

"Swish, swish, swish" several sword lights flashed, but other disciples of the Cangqiong Sect raised the sword in their hands. They looked cold and turned around and flew up. The sword was condensed with dazzling light and looked particularly dazzling under the dark night. The disciples of the Cangqiong Sect rolled up their swords like shooting and rushed towards the other two ugly men. Yin Da and Zhuo Qingchen were equally matched, and it was difficult to decide the winner for a while, so the disciples of the Cangqiong Sect had the upper hand in the number of people.

A series of cruel eyes burst out from the eyes of the other two ugly men. The banners in their hands raised and their bodies moved forward. Suddenly, a tumbling and death aura lingered around them. As the hands of the two ugly men shook, the banners stretched out with a "wow" sound, and the banners were painted with complex runes. The two of them climbed up with death, and the banners made a sound of "hunting".

The flag waved, like a sweeping force of thousands of troops, and the strong bodies of the two ugly men rushed to Yin Da. They waved the flag in their hands, and a strange aura erupted from the flag. Wherever the flag went, a gloomy death aura flew. The long sword condensed with a sequential sword light arrived instantly, and the death aura rolled in the flag also greeted the long swords, and the sword light fell into the flag.

The strange flag was waving like the wind, as if there were thousands of troops hidden in the flag. The flying flags covered the sword lights solidly. The heavy dead air was filled with a few black aura visible to the naked eye, and several white shadows walked quickly. They flipped the sword in their hands and headed towards the two flags. However, when the sword touched the flag, there was always a strange force to block the sword. The sword light condensed by the sword was covered by the flag, and the white shadow was moving quickly.

With a "hiss", a banner flew over a long sword, and a strange force led the sword to the side. The rolled-up dead air penetrated out and rushed towards the disciple of the Cangqiong Sect. Seeing this, the disciple of the Cangqiong Sect couldn't help but change his face, because he felt that there seemed to be a pair of ghost eyes staring at him in the banner, which made his movements stop, and the banner was shrouded along his sword towards him.

A strange aura surged into his nose, causing his brain to suddenly turn dark, and his eyes were also dark. The sword in his hand quickly slashed towards the flag that was covering the flag, and the consciousness in his mind dissipated. His body was shrouded by the flag, and before his consciousness disappeared, he felt that he had come to a hell of ghosts everywhere. He tried to break free from the ghost sound surrounding his ears. In the end, he fell silently, and the sword fell with his body.

"You retreat quickly. This is the Soul-Reigning Banner. You are no match for them." Zhuo Qingchen finally felt the strangeness of the banner, and he hurriedly shouted to the other disciples.
Chapter completed!