Chapter 575 Open the ghost door and close it again

Looking at the gloomy mountains in front of him, Zhuge Buddha said, "Is the Necromancer Mountains really like its name? It's really a fierce place.

"There are a lot of fierce spirits here." Su Xiaobai said, "The only difference between the fierce spirit and the ghost cultivation in the ghost world is the problem of intelligence. After entering the ghost world, the ghost cultivation will be reborn and survive in another state, forgetting all kinds of life, unless it is some powerful soul that can preserve the memory of life. Although the fierce spirit is powerful, it has no intelligence. It is easy to deal with, and it is difficult to understand.

"It's the same as not saying." Zhuge Buliang rolled his eyes and said.

Looking at the gloomy mountain range in front of him, Zhuge didn't come to his senses and said, "Let's go and see if the so-called Necromancer Valley really has a ghost gate."

Su Xiaobai's face also crawled with a solemn look. He had come here, and the natural way was dangerous here. At that moment, he quietly sneaked into this dead mountain with Zhuge Fuliang.

Entering the mountains, Zhuge is not bright to understand what the real place of death is. The whole undead mountain is like a gathering place of evil spirits. The sad roar of fierce ghosts can be heard everywhere, which is simply more horrible than the real eighteen-story hell.

The mountains are full of miserable green fog and black death. Resentment is soaring. The bones of some creatures can be seen everywhere, including human beings, beasts, and even some bones that Zhuge has never seen. Some of the bones are as charming as white jade, and it can be seen that a world-class strong man must have fallen here.

"La la la la~~"

The wind blew, but there was a creepy sound.

Zhuge Buliang sighed that this horrible place is more horrible than any place of death he has ever seen, and this atmosphere alone is unbearable. The sound of the wind blowing is more horrible than the soundtrack in the ghost film.

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, Zhuge Buchs screamed.

"What's the matter?" Su Xiaobai turned around and said.

"None... It's okay." Zhuge Fuliang scratched his head and smiled, "I just think it's too quiet."

"I'm sick." Su Xiaobai snorted softly and continued to lead the way in front of him.

At this moment, Zhuge Fuliang suddenly stopped, slowly closed his eyes, and his keen consciousness poked out and searched around.

Feeling Zhuge's strange behavior, Su Xiaobai also stopped, his consciousness glanced, and his eyes immediately changed.

"I feel the power of the field. There must be someone practicing here." Zhuge said in a low voice.

"Ye-huh." Su Xiaobai nodded, felt it carefully, and said, "The location is about 20 miles ahead."

The two continued to move forward carefully. Su Xiaobai frowned more and more and whispered, "It's strange. When I came here last time, there were many evil spirits here. Why didn't I see any of them this time?"

The 20-mile journey is easy for both of them to walk. Half an hour later, Zhuge Fuliang and Su Xiaobai stood in a pile of rocks. Here, you can clearly feel a strong field force. And just as the two appeared here, the power of the field covered them.

"Sure enough, someone is practicing the field here." Zhuge Buliang snorted softly, and the same force of the field burst out of his body, resisting the power of this pressure of the field.

Su Xiaobai also showed his field, and his whole body was as sharp as a sharp sword.

The power of the sweeping field quickly receded like a tide. Zhuge Fuliang and Su Xiaobai looked at each other. Go to this pile of rocks. After a while, the two suddenly stood still, and saw tens of thousands of fierce spirits gathered there in front of them, dying, and each fierce spirit was subdued and half kneeling on the ground.

And in the middle of this group of fierce spirits, sat a pale-faced man in a black robe and a pointed black hat. Above its head, a scroll and a black jade-like brush are suspended quietly, which is the Book of Life and Death and the judge's pen.

"Vicious!" Zhuge Buteng immediately contracted his eyes and suddenly: "I didn't expect this grandson to be here, but this dead place is very suitable for this half-human and half-ghost guy to practice."

"Is he impermanent?" Su Xiaobai's eyes flashed with swords and said, "It is said that this person has some grudges with Zhuge Ming."

"Ye-huh." Zhuge nodded without a bright spot.

"Well, I'd like to see what the strength of people who can't even do anything about sword demons have." Su Xiaobai's sharp sword flashed in his eyes and walked forward.

"This guy is unfathomable and has the first impermanent body." Zhuge Butang reminded him, but soon he raised his eyebrows, and he found that the undead spirits in all the evil spirits gathered here were constantly converging towards impermanence.

"This guy is injured." Zhuge Buliang grinned and said.

Su Xiaobai stepped forward, and his whole body became more fierce.

At this moment, the impermanence in the sitting position opened his eyes, and the green light flashed in his pupils like a ghost fire, making a gloomy laugh: "Zhu, Ge, no, Liang!"

"Hi, long time no see." Zhuge Buleang waved his hand with a smile: "What a narrow enemy road."

"Humph!" Wuchang snorted coldly, and his whole body was suspended in the air. The judge's pen was held in his hand by him. He said gloomyly, "The last time you joined hands with the sword demon heir, this time, I must refine you into my puppet!"

Zhuge Butiao smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Well said, I'm ambitious~~~ But this time I'm going to work together to deal with you."

Wuchang's body was shrouded in strong deadness, holding a judge's pen, he glanced at Su Xiaobai with cold eyes, and his eyebrows did not feel frowning: "The descendant of the Sword Master."

Zhuge Fuliang was not surprised that he could recognize Su Xiaobai's identity. After all, Su Xiaobai is now a popular figure, and his portrait has been widely circulated in the three major domains. It is impossible for Wuchang not to know the existence of the sword saint.

Su Xiaobai didn't say anything. The sword light flashed, and the sword shadow step unfolded directly. The sword light flashed in the whole space, which was dazzling.

"Dead!"

Wuchang raised the judge's pen in his hand and immediately gathered around him. Yang Tian roared one by one, and the sound of ghost roaring was creepy. These fierce spirits rushed to Su Xiaobai crazily as if they had received the order.

The sword light flashes, and the whole space is full of flashing sword light. At this moment, all the sword light turned into a sword light.

The fierce spirits swarming up roared sadly, the sword light flashed, and the fierce spirits were destroyed under the fierce sword light and disappeared.

Wuchang murmured, and his body flashed to Su Xiaobai like a ghost. The judge's brush in his hand made a trace of ink, like a black sword light sweeping at Su Xiaobai. He could even find the target when Su Xiaobai used his sword and shadow steps.

Su Xiaobai's figure appeared in mid-air, with a flash of the sword on his fingers, and his fingers were like a sword. A sword light shot out and bombarded with the black ink.

"I'm scolding!"

The space was torn, and the two swords collapsed one after another.

At the same time, Su Xiaobai and Wuchang were also quickly entangled, and the two figures flashed quickly, the dead air was pervasive, and the sword light flashed. The black shadow and the white shadow are intertwined, and the two have fought more than a hundred times in an instant.

The judge painted a ferocious grimace and flew to Su Xiaobai.

"Cang!" In Su Xiaobai's body, there was a passionate sound of sword, and his man was like an ordinary sword, and his fingers stabbed the flying grimace.

"I'm scolding!"

The grimace was torn apart by the fierce sword on Su Xiaobai's fingers almost in an instant. Today, Su Xiaobai, the magic power of swordsmanship has been holy and entered the state of transformation. Every part of his body can be turned into a divine sword to kill his opponent.

The sharp sword light on his two fingers collapsed, and Su Xiaobai performed the sword shadow steps again. The sword light flashed in front of the impermanent body, and the two fingers directly pointed at the other party's eyebrows.

"Cangling!"

The judge's pen and Su Xiaobai's two fingers touched each other, and the dead and sword rioted. Wuchang staggered back more than a dozen steps, and a mouthful of black blood spewed out of his mouth.

"He was really injured." Zhuge Buriang sneered, and his palms turned over and appeared in his hand, quietly diving up.

"Wangle!"

At this moment, Wuchang smiled grimly, and the Book of Life and Death unfolded, and mysterious spells appeared on the Book of Life and Death. With a wave of the judge's pen, the three words "Su Xiaobai" already appeared on it. Suddenly, a strange fluctuation enveloped Su Xiaobai.

"be careful, this "Life and Death Book" is very evil." Zhuge was shocked.

Su Xiaobai also looked serious and felt a dead air wrapping him. Su Xiaobai murmured, and the white light bloomed under his feet. The white light condensed into a white lotus form, dragging Su Xiaobai like a lotus platform. The charming petals bloomed like white jade, and a fragrance spread.

The next moment, the dead air that enveloped Su Xiaobai was digested and disappeared.

"Hey hey, it's okay to bully children in your "Life and Death Book"." Zhuge Buleang smiled and patted the brick head-on.

Wuchang gritted his teeth, and the black blood on the corners of his mouth overflowed again. With a wave of his palm, countless fierce spirits rushed up and blocked in front of him. The brick smashed hundreds of fierce spirits with one blow, but it was finally blocked by impermanence.

"Puff!"

Blood spewed out of Wuchang's mouth, and the faint green light in his eyes flashed like a ghost fire. He stared at the approaching Su Xiaobai and Zhuge Buliang and said hatefully, "You can't win."

"Nonsense, we are killing people, not a duel, and we are not talking about winning." Zhuge Buliang said with an evil smile, and the bricks were weighed in his hand.

Wuchang clenched the judge's pen in his hand, and raised his hand and drew a mysterious spell in the void. Then the space was torn apart, and two figures came out of it.

Wuchang laughed loudly and rushed to the Necromancer Mountains. The voice came from afar: "You play with my two puppets first."