Chapter 33 Go to the Ghost Land

There seems to be some huge secret in the ghost field. At this time, Ye Feng thought quietly.

At this moment, as expected, Xuanji came to Ye Feng and others!

"Ye Feng, you take many disciples of the Kunlun School to the ghostland. Be careful on this trip. There are countless magic weapons on your body. If you reach the critical moment of life and death, you can use the Kunlun mirror to damage yourself and lead many Kunlun disciples back to the world of cultivation!" Xuanji said slowly.

At this moment, Ye Feng's face showed a solemn color!

"What's going on, Master?" Ye Feng asked slowly.

At this moment, I saw that Xuanji was silent. He just looked at Ye Feng solemnly, and it turned out to be a secret word.

"In the ancient legend, the emperor of the cultivation world fought with the Lord of the Styx. Both sides were injured. Both sides left only a trace of regret in heaven and earth. However, the injury of the Lord of the Styx is lighter than that of the emperor of our cultivation world, so he will be the first to wake up after thousands of years. The emperor once said that the Lord of the Styx awakened. Before, in the three worlds, there will be a saying that the ghost domain is the Styx River, and the three worlds are not chaotic! It means that in the ghost realm, with an ancient 'suppressing charm', you can suppress the Lord of the Styx. The heavenly world, the human world, and the ghost realm will not be in chaos. If you can't suppress the Lord of the Styx, the three worlds will be in chaos!" Xuanji said slowly.

"Supreme Master? Are you serious?!" Ye Feng's mood and limbs turned out to be nervous. After listening to Xuanji's real words, he couldn't help but become more nervous. A kind of panic slowly grew up and spread all over his body.

"Yes, that's right. The purpose of your going to the ghost realm is to find the soul charm. On this trip, after I return to the Kunlun School, I will definitely invite the peerless masters in the Kunlun School, even the ancestors of Taishang!" Xuanji said slowly.

Ye Feng was surprised and turned pale. Rumor has it that among all factions, there will be Taishang Ancestors. Such strong people will never be born on weekdays. Only the great disaster in the world of cultivation will appear. If it is true!

Ye Feng nodded. At this moment, Ye Feng's body flashed brilliant aura, and Ye Feng's figure gradually became blurred. In an instant, his whole body disappeared and entered the depths of the sea of blood.

"All Kunlun disciples, follow Ye Feng to the ghostland. This trip is very dangerous. You must be careful!" Xuanji said solemnly.

"Follow the law!" Mo Yanyao, Lin Ningqi, Zuo Feiyang and other Kunlun disciples followed Ye Feng!

"Amitabha, all the disciples of Huayan Temple, together with the disciples of the Kunlun School, have also entered the ghost realm. Be careful on this trip!" The high monk Huineng recited the Buddha's name and said.

"Amitabha, follow the decree of the master!" Master Jinghui, Master Jingjue, Jingyue Nvni and many other monks of Huayan Temple also followed the disciples of the Kunlun School and went to the ghostland!

At this moment, the disciples of the rest of the schools have changed a lot!

And the great wizard and the yin and yang king also looked at each other, so that the witch and the strong man in the magic road also went to the ghost realm!

At this moment, no one knows how many people in the cultivation world have gone to the ghostland and only see a dark figure of a cultivation person!

"You all go to the ghostland. As for your sect, I will tell you about it!" Xuan Jizhen pointed to Xiao Chen, who was not far away, and Shang Wenlong and many other righteous disciples said.

Shang Wenlong and Xiao Chen and others looked at each other and knew that Xuanji was the supreme of such ancient palm teaching. He would definitely not lie to them, and they all went to the ghost realm!

It is very difficult in the world of cultivation. If Ye Feng and others can accumulate merits and virtues at this moment, they will definitely walk thousands of miles a day in the future!

The way of heaven is reasonable. If a practitioner accumulates more merits, the greater his achievements will be in the future!

The ghost realm is the most gloomy place among the three worlds, and also the worst and most chaotic place among the three worlds. Therefore, if the Lord of Styx really wakes up, he will definitely destroy the three worlds!

In the ghost realm, it is true that Ye Feng only went with Na Bitong once in the past, but it can also be said that he is proficient. Today's Ye Feng, compared with the previous one, does not know how much better his cultivation is, and the speed is even faster and terrible.

Only a few hours later, Ye Feng's figure once appeared over the ghost field. After flashing his figure, Ye Feng went straight to the abyss in the sea of blood.

In this abyss, it is still hazy, but now, Ye Feng's thoughts can't feel every move around him. Nowadays, his thoughts are much more powerful than before, and I don't know how many times stronger they are. But even so, Ye Feng can only feel that they are within a few miles around. It's just a thing.

"I don't know where the horror in this ghost realm comes from. I can actually weaken my thoughts. I have to know that I feel hundreds of miles in the city of death, but now I have become so weak!" Ye Feng frowned, sighed quietly, and said to himself.

"But it's not bad to be able to feel it for several miles! At most, it's better to grope in than in the past!" Ye Feng was stunned and strode into the Styx River. At this time, Ye Feng remembered the scene when she came with Bitong. She couldn't help smiling. She seemed to be a little interesting about the past in her memory. On that day, they passed through the Styx River, entered the front of the hell and killed two little ghosts, which was also considered Thrilling and exciting.

In this ghost field, ghosts are overflowing, and they feel the terrible momentum on Ye Feng's body. All the ghosts are retreating one after another. These ghosts are indeed low-level ghosts, and their intelligence is not high, but it's just the momentum emitted by Ye Feng once made them a sense of panic. Where are they not? Do you know that the person in front of them is not what they can deal with?

What's more, behind Ye Feng, there are countless powerful breaths coming one after another!

All ghosts, their only idea is to stay away from Ye Feng. It's better to go as far as you can, let alone attack Ye Feng. They all know that it's just looking for death! With Ye Feng's momentum alone, they can die tragically!

The practitioners of the Yuanshen period, if you want to destroy them, it is absolutely just time to move your little finger!

The gray country, the black earth, and the blood-red ocean are all the structures here.

No vitality can be found here, the pulse of creatures, some are just the twilight and death, and there are also ferocious undead evil spirits.

A peerless ghost, at this moment, is standing hundreds of miles in front of Ye Feng and others, standing on the black earth, looking at the other side of the blood-red ocean, in this black and changing area.

After all, after thousands of years of admiration, the peerless ghost said helplessly, "Blood Sea, the Lord of Styx has said that you will change in a cycle. When thousands of practitioners come to the ghostland, it is the moment when the Lord of Styx can wait for the supreme strong to recover. I have waited for thousands of years and finally come!"

Heaven, people, ghosts, cholera is extremely thorough and terrible. Countless wars have sounded in the three worlds. In the hearts of all ghosts, if the Lord of the Styx can return to his former glory, he can definitely take thousands of ghosts, mainly carrying heaven and earth, heaven, human world, ghost realm, and will be the world of ghosts in the future. Boundary.

"Hey... Styx, the opportunity never came, why do you have to increase your sadness? Now that the opportunity has come, you must seize it! We, the Underworld clan, still expect you, the Styx clan to lead us to glory!" A tall black virtual shadow quietly appeared beside the fierce ghost of the Styx River. The fog on his body kept emitting boundless blood, and his mouth was warm, but he could not hide the grief. This ghost was the peerless strong man of the Nether clan, the Nether Blood King.