Bai Han couldn't help but ask again: "If it's not an ancient ruins, then why would you, Fan Zhongtian, guard this place?"
"I guard it, naturally for my reasons."
Fan Zhongtian said in a deep voice: "I just want to say one thing, no one can touch the things underground in Jinling City, and whoever touches them will die!"
"Fellow Daoist Bai, why are you talking so much nonsense to him?"
Bi Xingwei smiled solemnly and said: "As far as I know, the ancient ruins in Jinling City contain the inheritance of immortality. When Tang Anyin was born in the Tang family, he obtained the treasure inheritance from these ancient ruins, which attracted countless people to pursue him. "
"There is also Tang Yuansheng, the ancestor of the Tang family. Logically speaking, he broke through to the divine realm and should have been free from the world, but Tang Yuansheng returned to Jinling again just for that ruins."
"If we can break the seal and get the treasure in the ruins, who knows, we will also have the opportunity to transcend the tribulation and ascend. When the time comes, wouldn't it be wonderful to extend our lifespan?"
Overcome the tribulation and ascend! A few simple words made Bai Han's eyes sparkle.
It would be too vague to say that monks practice for the purpose of pursuing the way of heaven. To be more straightforward, it is for strong strength and longer lifespan.
Bai Han was stuck in the half-step divine realm for decades and finally broke through to the divine realm, so he has a deep understanding of this.
Only by living longer and living longer can your strength be improved and gain the respect of everyone.
at this time.
Fan Zhongtian, who had been imprisoned all this time, saw a golden light burst out from his old eyes, his aura surged, and the spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured in crazily.
"Soldiers!"
"Pro!"
"fight!"
"By!"
"all!"
"Array!"
Boom! Characters resounded throughout the world one by one, like the sound of thunder exploding.
Spiritual power surged wildly, and the power of the soul roared.
The mighty power of heaven blessed his body, and there was only a crisp sound of "click, click", and all the ghost chains wrapped around Fan Zhongtian's body were broken.
Using the nine-character mantra and using six characters at the same time, the layers of increases were superimposed, causing his strength to skyrocket again.
A sword struck out.
"Zheng!"
The clear sound of the sword resounded throughout the world, and the peach wood flying sword was carrying a cold and murderous intention and headed towards the front.
This obliteration machine directly targeted Bi Xingwei.
Bai Han originally wanted to stop him, but he seemed to have discovered something. The surging spiritual power suddenly calmed down, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Bi Xingwei didn't care, he just had an evil smile on his lips and muttered the formula.
"Ghosts and witches can communicate with you, saints can come to you, ghosts and monsters can stir up my ghostly spirit!"
Along with this mantra.
The soul-calling flag in front of Bi Xingwei rolled violently, and ferocious ghosts condensed out, then turned around and rushed towards Bi Xingwei with violent murderous intentions.
Swish! Swish! Swish! The ferocious ghosts rushed into Bi Xingwei's body one after another.
This scene was so shocking that both Bai Han and Fuji Yuanzhi felt a little numb.
But what's even more shocking is that as the ghost entered Bi Xingwei's body, his aura suddenly rose, and his cultivation also skyrocketed.
Boom! Evil spreads.
Bi Xingwei's body was filled with ghostly aura, his eyes and pupils turned pitch black, a sinister wind surged, and ghosts roared repeatedly.
Half-step to the divine realm! Even this half-step to the divine realm, otherwise Fan Zhongtian’s cultivation would be closer to the divine realm! “This, is this also a strong person in the divine realm?”
Fujihara was a little horrified.
"It's not quite the realm of gods yet, but it's almost there."
Bai Han narrowed his cold eyes and said in a deep voice: "This is the Netherworld Technique of the Witch Ghost Sect. By blessing one's body with the power of ghosts and gods, one's strength can skyrocket."
"Wugui Sect relies on this technique to win the title of the number one evil sect in Southeast Asia, but..." Bai Han narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned: "As far as I know, Tongyou Jue wants to let
For a spell caster to step into the divine realm, he must have an extremely terrifying evil ghost spirit as a guide, and the method of refining the evil ghost spirit has long been lost."
"If not for this, the Wugui Sect would not have been broken down by the military and all the disciples of the sect would have fled to Southeast Asia..." This was Bai Han's doubt.
This is also Fan Zhongtian’s doubts at this time.
Decades ago, the Witch Ghost Sect was also a Chinese force. However, its practice was too evil and it deceived the people, which eventually led to the military's massacre. The remaining forces dispersed and fled to Southeast Asian countries for refuge.
Therefore, the official forces in China all have a deep understanding of the Wugui Sect.
Even if the evil cultivators of the Witch Ghost Sect perform the Ghost Witch Tongyou Jue, their strength will not break through the shackles of the Golden Core Realm. At most, it will only reach the Nascent Soul Realm.
But now Bi Xingwei has almost broken through the shackles of becoming a god.
"Boom!"
The sword energy flew towards him, but was stopped by an evil ghost god.
A five-meter-tall evil ghost condensed in front of Bi Xingwei. It had a ferocious face, as if it were a human or an animal. It had two legs on its head and sharp fangs. It was full of ghost energy and full of evil energy.
"Evil spirit!"
Fan Zhongtian frowned and scolded: "How dare you, the Witch Ghost Sect, refine such evil things!"
Bi Xingwei sneered solemnly: "Tsk, tsk, you still have to be tough when you are about to die. Fan Zhongtian, don't you still know your situation?"
As he spoke, the soul-calling flag in his hand suddenly waved.
Wow! The size of the evil ghost spirit doubled again, transforming into a nearly ten-meter-long ghostly body.
With one palm shot, a fishy wind mixed with ghostly aura roared in.
Bang! Fan Zhongtian was knocked back three steps and stared at the evil spirit in front of him with a solemn expression.
Something is wrong! Something is very wrong! Back then, the Witch Ghost Sect was besieged and suppressed, and all the ancestors of the sect were beheaded by military warriors. All the information was revealed, and no one in the huge Witch Ghost Sect could use evil ghost spirits.
Military intelligence also showed that the evil ghost spirit of Wuguimen has been lost for hundreds of years.
At the time of the annihilation of the sect, the ancestors and masters of the sect died one after another, and the geniuses of the sect's direct line were also arrested one after another. At this time, no one can use the evil ghost spirit, but now, Bi Xingwei can use it?
In addition, this person has been lurking around Jinling City and has been hiding. Today, he suddenly appeared in front of the world. Not only did he know the secret of Jinling City's ghost gate, but he also deliberately claimed that it was an ancient relic to confuse Bai Han and Fujianzhi.
Various signs.
Too weird.
Fan Zhongtian's face darkened, and he felt more and more something was not right in his heart.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, why are you still standing there?"
Bi Xingwei turned to look at Bai Han and said with a faint smile: "Today is the best time. If we can't destroy the Purple Mountain today, when the Chinese side reacts, I'm afraid you will be in catastrophe in Nanling."
"Wouldn't it be nice to quickly join forces to kill Fan Zhongtian, level the Purple Mountain, and then seize the ancient ruins?"
Bai Han's heart moved.
Boom! The fire snake entrenched itself in the void, emitting billowing heat waves.
A real god and an evil cultivator from the pseudo-god launched an attack and killing attack on Fan Zhongtian at the same time, and the two sides fought fiercely.
"Bang!"
A figure fell from the sky.
"Pfft!"
Fan Zhongtian was covered in blood, and was tied up with dozens of ghost chains around him. Black blood flowed from his right arm, his sleeves were broken, and a ferocious tooth mark appeared on his arm.