Chapter 176 The World of Thunder

All kinds of ghosts kept flying out on this road, but at this moment, all the ghosts are all human monks, and there is no monster. Not long after these yinlings died, they had not formed another consciousness, but they no longer stayed here, nor did they take the initiative to attack Guo Yunfeng and Ye Ziyan. Instead, they kept drifting away in the direction they came.

Guo Yunfeng, who moved forward in this endless darkness, couldn't help sighing. These ghosts were also proud disciples of various immortal sects before, so they took them to the forbidden place of Qingdanmen to participate in this demon action. Unexpectedly, it hasn't been used yet, but it has been taken away by this strange blood array and has become an unconscious ghost.

Deeper down, Guo Yunfeng even saw monks who had some contact with him. It's a pity that the disciples of these five immortal sects must have been popular in their sects for a while, but now they have such a sad ending, even worse than those disciples who were left behind because of their lack of cultivation.

Thinking of this, Guo Yunfeng sighed again and accelerated the speed of moving forward. After about fifty miles inward, Guo Yunfeng's expression moved and stopped in front of him.

Entering the eye is a boundary formed by a blood fog, emitting a strong smell of blood, which is tens of millions of times stronger than the blood pool! Of course, there is also a huge danger in it. When it goes inward, the divine consciousness can't penetrate this boundary at all, so it has to be blocked.

Looking around, this endless blood fog was not guarded by anyone, which was completely different from the many monsters in Guo Yunfeng's imagination, but Guo Yunfeng and Ye Ziyan did not relax their vigilance at all.

No one is guarding the array, either it means that the rest of the demons in the forbidden land have died in the long time of ten thousand years, or it means that this all-spirit blood array is too powerful to guard it at all.

Guo Yunfeng and Ye Ziyan naturally have the first kind of hope in their hearts. What they don't know is that when they reach the blood fog boundary, from the original strange pattern of the blood pool, countless ghosts floated, one by one emptyly floating towards the direction they came. If Ye Ziyan was there, she would definitely find that some of them were her disciples of the Alchemy Pavilion.

After searching in front of this blood fog for a long time, Guo Yunfeng and Ye Ziyan made friends with each other, which confirmed that there was indeed no guard or danger here. In this way, the only thing they had to do was to open the blood fog, and then the all-spiritual blood array would be destroyed, and all the monks trapped in it were also It will be rescued.

I think so, but how difficult it is to do it must be known only by human beings.

Guo Yunfeng glanced at Ye Ziyan and motioned him to take action first. Ye Ziyan nodded slightly, and then her eyes flashed at the front. Guo Yunfeng's method is still his usual golden light, but the golden light cast this time is very fierce, with a solemn atmosphere. In the air, it turned into countless sharp blades flashing golden light and rushed to the blood fog.

Under the huge attack here, there were some cracks in the middle of the blood fog, and even a damage the size of a bowl, but only for a moment, the damage immediately recovered as usual.

Seeing such Guo Yunfeng and Ye Ziyan's eyes are endlessly shocked. So it seems that there is a continuous flow of blood and spirit to supplement this array. If you want to crack this array, it must only be completely dissipated. However, at that time, all the creatures trapped in it would be destroyed by this all-spirited blood array, including Guo Yunfeng and Ye Ziyan in front of them, as well as the monks of the Five Immortal Gate who were moving forward here.

However, Guo Yunfeng instantly had a golden sword in his hand. The breath of this golden sword was very simple. The scabbard alone flashed with countless strong lights. Like the scorching sun, the darkness was very bright, and he could not see what the pattern was on the scabbard at all.

No one has ever seen this golden sword when Guo Yunfeng took action before, and it is also because the people Guo Yunfeng met before could not let this sword appear.

Just for a moment, the scabbard flashed into countless scabbards, rotating a huge golden disk, making the darkness brighter. And the exposed golden sword is even more eye-catching. It exudes a shocking righteousness and the breath of the king overlooking everything, which makes people can't help worshipping. There is only awe in their hearts and no other ideas.

This feeling is also the first time that Guo Yunfeng has seen this golden sword. This golden sword is the first Zhumo sword of Qingyan City. It was at the moment when the demon sword came out of its sheath, there was a huge roar in the depths of nowhere, and this piece suddenly shook the mountain.

Something woke up.

Then this thing should be the ultimate purpose of this demon action, the demon king, the dark beast king.

At the same time, many ghosts who used to surround the Five Immortals and the party suddenly floated back to the same place, leaving no one. The reason why this group of people surrounded so many ghosts is that they were all real lovers of the five immortal sects before their lives. They just wanted to take their souls back, so that they could reincarnation every day.

Although there is some reason for the sudden departure of these yin spirits, as soon as these yin spirits leave, the marks left by Guo Yunfeng along the way are becoming more and more obvious. Without the barrier of the ghost and the guidance of Guo Yunfeng, these monks got up and floated in the air one by one, flying in that direction.

The Zhumo Sword has always been the nemesis of all kinds of demons and monsters. When the Zhumo Sword returned to Guo Yunfeng's hands, the original very thick blood mist in front of him actually faded.

However, Guo Yunfeng's face can't see where it is. Although this Zhumo sword is passed down by successive city lords, it can't exert all the power of the Zhumo sword before entering the god period.

"How are you?" Ye Ziyan saw that Guo Yunfeng forcibly urged the magic sword. Although she also had some momentum, it should not be small for his body. The right magic weapon will greatly increase the power of the user, but the improper use of the magic weapon will cause a counterattack on the body of the user, which is common sense that all monks know.

"It doesn't matter. It seems that the Jade Demon Sword is very effective for this blood fog boundary. I'll try it again after adjusting my breath." Guo Yunfeng shook his head slightly and his face turned pale.

"You can adjust your breath first, but the demon king seems to be awake. You have to be careful. I'll try this boundary!" Ye Ziyan took a look at Guo Yunfeng, and then there was a thin ice crystal sword in her hand.

This thin sword is the Bishui cold-hearted sword that Ye Ziyan has been using. Now Ye Ziyan has reached the middle of Jiedan, and she feels that the grade of this sword is a little insufficient.

Step by step, one leaf, one shadow and one flower, step shadow follow each other, a hundred flowers bloom together; one heart, one color, one love and one shape; the mood depends on each other, thousands of purples and thousands of reds; step follow my heart, the shadows follow my feelings, thousands of flowers become the sea, self-contained into heaven and earth. Ye Ziyan displayed a thunderous dancing sword, but at this moment, she was indifferent and seemed to forget everything around her, only turning into a wisp of thunder and lightning.

In Guo Yunfeng's eyes, he saw a fairy in a purple dress, a crystal sword in his hand, dancing to his heart's content in this boundless darkness. His eyes are like stars, soft and boneless. Between his hands and feet, he let his mind follow her every move and is reluctant to leave.

This kind of dance, when she ascended to the Xian Hall, Ye Ziyan used it once when dealing with Muyang, but that time it was not so forgetful and did not have these refreshing flavors.

Guo Yunfeng is the only audience this time. Although he knows that this dance is not for him, in his heart, he has been regarded as dancing for him alone, just like the peerless girl flying in Wuyouyuan many years ago.

Thunder and lightning are flying in this dark space, and even some subtle lightning condensed into a relatively thick thunderbolt, in which there are some roaring thunder faintly...

And such a situation was completely absent when Ye Ziyan dealt with Muyang last time, but at this time, Guo Yunfeng, who was intoxicated in this wonderful place, did not find such a situation at all. His eyes only stayed on the girl in purple.