Chapter 342 The Ghost Sect

Chen Yu was shocked, and the four words of ancient inheritance suddenly appeared in his mind like a shock.

"I master the spirit card of the Wuhai Palace, and the secret place of Shenwu and other places, it seems that, like myself, have an ancient family that has existed since the collapse of the mainland." Chen Yu's heart was full of lightning, and he suddenly realized in front of him.

"In this way, the Great Wilderness Wuguo raised an army to attack my star Luowu. Did you know my identity? Or is it accidental?"

Chen Yu was puzzled in his heart. He was silent on the surface. He nodded slowly to the owner of Liguang Island and said, "My island master, I have something to do with it. Please tell me to go down. Don't leak it to the ears of the people of the Great Wasteland. Before that, we need more information to investigate what kind of secrets this ancient family has.

After a pause, Chen Yu continued, "In my opinion, since there is such an ancient family in the Great Wasteland Wu Kingdom, there must be such an ancient family in other Wu Kingdoms."

In a flash, Chen Yu understood the origin of the secret place and the key in it. In addition to the Wuhai Palace and the Shenwu Secret Land, there are also many mysterious places such as Zichen Fantasy Realm. The secrets of these mysterious places must emerge one by one with Bai Qi in this fuse.

Chen Yu made up his mind that at this time, what he needs is information and a large amount of reliable information. Only when he knows himself and knows his enemy can he not be caught off guard.

When the owner of Liguang Island heard Chen Yu's plan, his face was stunned, and then he showed a strange look, and his tone was full of admiration.

"Chen Yu, you are very smart. You are right. In addition to the Great Wasteland Wu Kingdom, there is also an ancient family in the Yechen Wu Kingdom and the Duyou Wu Kingdom. At present, these three families seem to maintain a tacit understanding and do not invade each other. They only harass and gradually embezzle the surrounding Wu Kingdoms each other."

Chen Yu sneered, "We don't invade each other? I don't think so."

Molan City of Yechen Wu Kingdom, since the night family unified Yechen Wuguo, Molan City has also become the king capital of Yechen Wuguo, which is occupied by the ancient people of the Ye family.

However, at this time, the gate of Molan City is closed and the circulation of people is prohibited. The original bustle and bustle is in sharp contrast to the sense of urgency in the air at this time.

Outside Moran City is a lush forest, with ancient and huge ancient trees covering the sky and the sun.

At this time, a large number of people have been cut down, and empty and abrupt open spaces have been built up temporary places.

It is extremely strange that some warriors come and go in and out of these places.

"Master, at this time, the gate of Molan City is closed and heavily guarded. If our sect is a strong attack, I'm afraid of heavy losses. The yellow finch of the Great Wild Wu Kingdom is behind, and it is not appropriate for my clan to lose a large number of people at this time."

In the middle of all the warriors' residences, there is an altar. The altar is gloomy and ghostly. A middle-aged warrior with a gloomy face sits in it, with a pseudo-divine soldier suspended above his head, which is a skeleton staff.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, the middle-aged martial artist didn't raise his eyes, but just snorted coldly.

The appearance of the subordinate suddenly became taboo and fear. Before he could react, a black gas spread out from the soles of his feet and passed through his body. The warrior, who was still alive, had no resistance at all, turned into a tired white bone and spread all over the ground.

The middle-aged martial artist took a deep breath, and the black gas turned into a power to rotate in his body, and finally returned to the inner universe. He opened his eyes, glanced at the white bones on the ground contemptuously, and said coldly, "Waste."

The two words gently made the remaining warriors present chilly and dared not take a breath.

The middle-aged martial artist's eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of red light, with an unconcealed murderous and strangeness. After turning around, he said, "Is the yellow finch behind? If Bai Qi dares to break it, he will leave the key to the white family's spiritual card. As long as I get the magic soldier card of the Ye family before Bai Qi, I will add wings like a tiger. What is Bai Qi?

After saying that, the middle-aged martial artist's eyes were like thunder and lightning, looking at the people present, and the rest of the martial artists who were swept by his eyes couldn't help lowering their heads and dared not look at them.

"What are you waiting for? Go on."

A short word from the middle-aged warriors immediately made those warriors like an amnesty, and then no one dared to speak more.

On the altar, there was a faint ghost, which slowly became strong. The wind around it roared like a burst of ghost crying, shaking everyone's eardrums.

And in the black ghost, you can even faintly see some faint ghosts.

Of course, these ghosts can't be seen by others, but only these warriors present can see them.

And the center of all the ghosts is the middle-aged warrior.

Countless ghosts were sucked into his body, and the whole altar was like a small whirlpool, which began to gather all the gloomy ghosts around here.

The middle-aged man's face was cold, and black gas kept flashing, but it quickly disappeared. It seemed that he was swallowed up and absorbed by the middle-aged warrior at once.

And the rest of the martial artists were still a little close to the altar. At this time, when they saw such a situation, even if they and the middle-aged warriors practiced the skills of the same sect, they couldn't help showing their faces and couldn't help retreating back a few steps and did not dare to approach.

However, several martial artists are motionless, scattered three meters away from the altar. If you look carefully, you can find that there are a total of 13 such warriors, and the distance between them is exactly the same.

The rest of the martial artists slowly moved back, and their hearts were full of fear and horror, but there was no change in the expression on the faces of the thirteen people. On the skinny face, there was only coldness.

Suddenly, the middle-aged warrior in the middle of the altar suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, the black gas around the altar seemed to have been wiped out by a big hand and suddenly disappeared.

After the middle-aged warrior glanced around, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

The originally gloomy sky was already cloudless in the blue sky, but somehow, in the eyes of the middle-aged martial artist, it seemed to be a little different from just now.

"The patriarch?"

Among the thirteen people, one of the warriors saw the movements of the middle-aged warriors and shouted doubtfully.

The middle-aged warrior came to his senses, waved his hand, and then closed his eyes.

But there is a strange feeling in his heart.

Just now, I clearly felt that there seemed to be a strong breath flying over the sky, but why didn't I notice any shadow as soon as I looked up? With my strength, the breath of the strong within thousands of miles nearby can't escape my senses.

Looking at the sky again, it was still ordinary, and the middle-aged warrior shook his head.

"I should have read it wrong."