Chapter 37 The Great Dark Sky

Shifang frowned and said, "The underworld? Is this really a hell of the underworld? Why did Brother Mu help Zhou to abuse him?"

Another ghost dressed as a disciple of the Kunlun School said, "This is the underworld created by real people. Since the battle of Yuxu Palace, our souls have been collected here by him. Our soul is so weak. If you do well in all directions, let us suck up your spiritual power happily.

"All right..."

"Let's dry up your spiritual power..."

Many ghosts howled in a low voice.

Thousands of greedy and hoarse cries surround the ears of Shifang.

At this time, in addition to being frightened, a layer of anger rose in Shifang's heart.

Shiquan Zhenren actually put many of these souls into his mysterious array for his own use, so that they can't get reincarnation and cry and wander in this mysterious array forever.

But there is not much time for him to think at this time, and those ghosts have already rushed up.

What should I do?

Shifang looked up at the sky and stamped his feet and flew up to the sky.

When those ghosts saw it, they even chased them all the way to the sky. Some of them began to pinch the secret halfway and wanted to release the Taoism to deal with the ten directions.

There is no way to escape in all directions, only to keep and try to fly to the blue light displayed on the psychic mirror.

Sure enough, those ghosts can release Taoism.

Although it is not very powerful, it is better in the large number. Thousands of ghosts emit all kinds of Taoism. Countless and all kinds of Taoism came one after another. They were helpless. Although they didn't want to hurt these souls, at this time, they had to protect themselves first.

Thinking of this, the spiritual power in the body surged crazily, and the ten directions rotated the body like a gyro. Although the spiritual power emanating all over the body did not disperse, it spiral around the whole body.

These ghosts look at people to bluff people, but in fact, their spiritual power is weak, and they only rely on the number to win. Shifang didn't know their specific strength, so he had to do his best to see the colorful Taoism hit Shifang, which was digested by him or disappeared or flew out.

Those ghosts rushed up again, holding the weapon of his life in his hand. Obviously, these weapons are all spiritualized, not substance.

Shifang index finger shot out ten secret sword gas, waved vertically and horizontally, and shouted, "Those who are close to me will be killed without mercy!"

But these ghosts seem to be driven by something, and they are not in a hurry to fight for life and death. In the ten secret sword spirit of the ten directions, ah screamed, and the souls were beaten one by one.

The more Shifang fought, the more angry he became. He shouted, "Shiquan Zhenren, you have hurt so many souls. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Shiquan Zhenren laughed and said, "I just put them who should have gone to the underworld into my underworld. It's you who really beat them."

When Shifang heard the sound, he patted the giant elephant, forced the ghost back a few steps, and rushed to the Shiquan real person.

Flying five feet away, Shiquan Zhenren is standing in front of him. He stood on the left, holding a pole and jade flute in his hand, and a woman stood on the right, holding a long whip in her hand.

Shifang saw the man holding the jade flute and said in surprise, "Senior Fang!" This man is the bamboo crane in charge of Yunhaimen!

Fang Zhuhe sighed emptyly: "Shifang, our souls are held hostage by real people, and we can't help but feel sorry. On the right is my sister Zhang Chunmei. The dragon whip in her hand is very good. Be careful.

Shi Quan Zhenren laughed and said, "You are still so shabby and pedantic when you die. A scholar is a scholar."

Shifang asked, "Real man, how will you pull into your underworld?"

Shiquan Zhenren said, "I didn't pull you. The blood spirit flag can exude extreme yin. After I use the great mysterious magic skill, I can turn anywhere into the mysterious world."

Shifang nodded, thinking that some Taoism is really powerful. He is not good at Taoism. If he meets this kind of person in the future, he will rush to fight with him first, so that he has no time to distract from the Taoism. Yunhaimen was attacked and destroyed, which was also for the purpose of Jiuyin Sect.

Shiquan said, "Okay, you can try the power of these two talents. It took a lot of effort for me to subdue them.

Fang Zhuhe and Zhang Chunmei flashed with light and shouted, "Be careful." Zhang Chunmei threw the long whip, like a long snake and a dragon rushing to the ten directions. Fang Zhuhe blew the jade flute horizontally and walked slowly to the ten directions.

Shifang points the world's second sword on the long whip whip, but the long whip brush actually separated several whips, which turned into virtual and real four or five whips in Zhang Chunmei's shaking, stacked and rolled up to the ten directions.

Shifang hurriedly carried the Wuji god and demon to protect his body. Those long whips were close to him and were forced out by the spiral strength of the Wuji god and demon. But the long whip was thin and soft. Although it swinged out, it still circled along the spiral, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a big zongzi on the periphery of the ten directions.

Shifang hurriedly slapped the ground with his left palm. Qinglong smashed a big hole in the ground. Shifang entered the hole, and a slip of smoke penetrated into the ground to avoid the long whip. The rotating long whip was extremely flexible. When it saw the ten directions entering the ground, it followed closely into it.

Zhang Chunmei jumped, and the long whip followed the heel of the ten squares. The ten sides patted the top of the head again on the ground. With a bang, the earth was flying, and people flew out of the ground. Zhang Chunmei's long whip shook, and the whole whip that got into the ground actually split the ground and broke out of the ground.

Just here, Fang Zhuhe arrived, and the jade flute pointed to Shifang's forehead. Shifang casually used Jiangshan swordsmanship, but at the same time, his body quickly turned away like a gyro and kicked Fang Zhuhe's waist.

These three cultivation masters have a lot of power in every move. If they touch them, they will definitely hurt a lot. Fang Zhuhe is not a person. Although his spiritual power is not as deep as before his death, his kung fu is still there. He steps to dodge under his feet and turns around and sweeps Shifang's throat with a swordsmanship. At the same time, Zhang Chunmei's long whip has also hit.

Shifang was a little anxious. He continuously used dragon and elephant magic skills and exerted a lot of spiritual power. Now he feels a little tired. If you make a few more moves, I'm afraid the spiritual power is not enough. Even if you win the two people in front of you, there is a real person in the distance who hasn't done it yet.

Just as Shiquan Zhenren proudly watched the three people fight. When Shifang fell into a bitter battle, he suddenly heard a loud cry and cut through the night sky and rushed straight into the underworld.

Several people were shocked and saw two golden lights flashing from the gray and dark sky, shining directly on Fang Zhuhe and Zhang Chunmei. Then in the long roar, a big bird fell from the sky.

Shiquan Zhenren was surprised and said, "The soul-eating golden eagle!"

The golden eagle fell beside Shifang, and he opened his mouth to eat Fang Zhuhe and Zhang Chunmei, who were fixed by the golden light released from his eyes. Shi Fang hurriedly stopped and said, "Brother Bird, please let them go."

The golden eagle looked at the ten directions, patted its wings, and flew to the back of the golden eagle, and one bird flew up to the sky. Shifang said, "Brother Bird, have you seen his blood flag? If it is broken, can you save these souls?"

The big bird didn't understand. He just flew out of the underworld, but the real person was shocked. He dealt with the ghost all his life and knew the power of the soul-eating golden eagle in front of him. This eagle's eyes can emit a demented golden light. As long as it is illuminated by the golden light, his many dark things will be fixed. This bird also likes to eat the soul. Every time it eats one, its own spiritual power increases a little. It is really the natural nemesis of the legendary dark magic skills. But he has only heard from the master, and this is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes. Thinking of this, he was worried about his magic weapon, blood and spirit flag. Although the blood spirit flag is made of special material, its power still depends on the hard-collected mysterious spirit to play.

If the mysterious gas is sucked clean by the soul-eating golden eagle, won't the magic weapon be invalid? Shi Quanzhen thought of this and hurriedly flew to the blood spirit flag.

The golden eagle's eyes are as bright as the sun and moon in this underworld, shining brightly in the sky, breaking through the underworld made by the underworld with a long roar. Looking down from all directions, I saw that the ground was so big and dark, and I didn't know what it was formed, as if it could cover the sky and the sun and form a boundary alone. Outside the Xiaoyao Palace, Fu Yuntian, Cherry and others were waiting anxiously. Seeing Shifang and the golden eagle rushing out, they all smiled, while the ancestors looked calm and could not see their joy and anger.

The golden eagle circled in the sky and fell beside the cherry. Shifang jumped off the golden eagle, and the cherry put her arms around the golden eagle's neck and smiled, "You are really a good bird."

The darkness suddenly disappeared, revealing the perfect real person holding the blood spirit flag in his hand. The golden eagle and the cherry rubbed together for a while, and suddenly turned back and stared at the blood flag and let out a sharp look.

Shiquan Zhenren was so scared that he hurriedly put away the blood and said, "Lord of Shifang, where did you get this eagle?"

Fu Yuntian laughed and said, "It's time for you two to stop talking, right?"

Shiquan Zhenren's eyes turned around and said with a smile, "I will do what I said, and the old account will be written off."

Shifang thought that he must take the blood spirit flag and destroy it in the future, so as to release the ghost trapped in it. But now this thing can't be done, so I didn't say much. I hugged my fist and said, "The real person has made a concession. I'm lucky enough to escape. Thank you for your mercy."