Chapter 577 Meet

The smoke is permeated, and the beacon is full of fire. This seems to be an ancient battlefield. The world seems to be stained red by blood. There are traces of war everywhere, some dilapidated cities, buildings collapsed, desolate, and there is a look of desolation.

The ghost world, this is the ghost world.

Yan Moling, this is an important fortress in the ghost world. The whole ghost world knows that this place is a forbidden place connecting 18 layers of hell. Usually, there are hundreds of well-cultivated ghosts guarding here to avoid the destruction of the seal of the 18th floor of hell.

But on this day, the whole Yanmoling did not calm down.

In the mountains and sky of Yan Moling, large areas of blood clouds condensed into a huge blood cloud vortex, which is like a giant mouth of a demon, devouring heaven and earth. At this moment, from the whirlpool of blood clouds, a group of ghosts in black armor kept pouring out, and a great war was staged over Yan Moling.

The shouting of killing shocked the sky, and the whole world was red.

And those who fight against these black armored ghosts are a group of practitioners in white. Familiar ghost practitioners all know that these white-clothed ghost practitioners are law enforcers in the ghost world, known as ghost immortals.

The shouts of killing between heaven and earth resounded through the sky. A large group of white ghosts fought fiercely with a group of black armor ghosts, and the bodies of countless ghosts were pierced and dissipated in the void. The ghost cultivation is completely condensed by the soul. After death, there is no entity left, but the soul is scattered.

"Brush!"

A dark shadow rushed into the group of ghosts and immortals. The black knife in his hand was raised, and the dark knife light swept out. On the spot, dozens of white ghosts were shattered into smoke.

"Hahahaha, can you stop it? It's not an increase in casualties." The armored ghost Xiu laughed and stood in mid-air, pointing at the black knife in his hand, as if he could only use thousands of troops and horses, and a large group of black armored ghosts rushed up behind him.

"Go back to hell now, or you will lose your soul!" Two ghosts in white robes stepped into the air. They seemed to be the leaders of these ghosts and immortals, each holding a gloomy long sword in their hands, and killed the black armored ghosts named the head.

"Hahaha!" The black armored ghost named the head laughed, waved the black knife in his hand to kill it, and met the two ghost fairy leaders.

The war was on the verge of breaking out. The yin sword in the hands of the two ghost fairy leaders swept away a huge sense of death, and the death condensed into two sharp swords, killing the black armored ghost cultivation.

The black armored ghost Xiu held a black knife in his hand, and his body was as erratic as a ghost. He dodged two sword lights and waved the black knife to kill him.

The three figures were crisscrossed in mid-air, and the black armored ghost practiced against one against two, and did not fall behind at all. A huge knife shadow was cut down like a sky and a ground. The leaders of the two ghosts and fairies were suddenly swept out, and their soul bodies trembled.

"Ha! In those years, you drove me into the 18th floor of hell, and now I'm letting you get lost!" The black armored ghost Xiu smiled grimly. The black knife in his hand shook, and the boundless soul power gushed out. The black knife light penetrated the heavens and the earth and cut it up.

The two ghost leaders suddenly changed their color and retreated.

At this moment, a figure stood in front of the two of them. The visitor was also dressed in white, and even his long hair was silvery white, emitting a terrible fluctuation of soul power from his body, which seemed to have aroused the world and made it tremble.

"Lord Jomin." The two ghost fairy leaders behind him immediately showed joy on their faces.

In the face of the black knife light that split the sky and the earth, the ghost named Qiao Ming raised his palm faintly, and a terrible soul power stirred out, tearing the black knife light into pieces and dissipating in the void.

"What on earth do you criminals in hell want to do!" The ghost named Qiao Ming shouted with a cold face.

"Come out and get some air!" The armored ghost Xiu smiled with a black knife.

Qiao Ming's eyes flashed and he said coldly, "Go back now, so that you don't die, or you will die in rebellion." With that, a purple machete appeared in Qiao Ming's hand, and a faint purple light wrapped around the knife like lightning.

"Hey, let's see if you have that ability." The black armored ghost smiled and said no more words. The black knife shook and killed it again.

"Ossessive and unrepentant, rebellious death!" Qiao Ming snorted coldly, and the purple machete in his hand cut against the black armored ghost.

Two purple-black knives shot out and collided in mid-air. A violent fluctuation of soul power came out, and some ghosts who had no time to dodge were stirred in on the spot. The soul body collapsed and the soul flew away.

The ghost Xiu named Qiao Ming and the black armored ghost retreated. Qiao Ming's face was as usual, but the black armored ghost Xiu's body trembled violently, shook his numb arm, and said, "I really have a little ability. Let you taste the ancient martial arts!"

When the words fell, the soul power in the body of the black armored ghost Xiu fluctuated violently. The black knife in his hand buzzed, and a dark black crow totem appeared behind the black armored ghost Xiu's body. At this moment, the momentum of the black armored ghost cultivation suddenly nearly doubled.

"Bastard, I'm here to help you!"

A tender sound, in the blood vortex above the sky, a light spot flew out of it. In the light spot, a child the size of a palm shouted. The child the size of a palm was crystal all over, holding a spiritual tree several times higher than his body in his arms.

"Kill! Let them die!"

The slap-sized child waved his hand. In the bloody whirlpool, a group of ghosts dressed in blood robes and carrying huge sickle rushed out. They immediately integrated into the battlefield and started a fierce battle with the ghosts and immortals in the ghost world.

"What are you doing here? I can handle it." The armored ghost glanced at the child carrying the spiritual tree and said dissatisfiedly.

"My sister said that she was afraid that you would be careless and beware of losses." The child laughed.

The black armored ghost Xiu scolded softly, and the black crow totem behind him beat like a black flame. The black armored ghost Xiu said, "I immediately solved this filial piety bastard!"

After saying that, the black armored ghost Xiu rose to the sky, flew out the black crow totem behind him, and bombarded directly towards Qiao Ming. A black crow flew out of the totem and swayed up like a roc, shaking with both holdings, stirring out a breath of death.

Qiao Ming's face changed slightly, and his soul power was madly infused into the purple machete in his hand. The purple machete shook gently and buzzed everywhere. A purple knife light shot out, turned into a purple dragon and flew out, shaking its head and tail, like a solid, bumping into the black one.

The dragon and the black crow fought, and the sound of the dragon and the cry of death resounded through the void. In a loud explosion, the black crow was torn to pieces by the dragon. Jiaolong chanted and rushed to the Black Armor Ghost Xiu again. But even so, the shadow of the dragon has faded a lot.

"My good boy, I blocked Guwu Aoyi. The weapon in the boy's hand must be extraordinary." The black armored man said.

The purple dragon rushed with its teeth and claws, and at this time, the void suddenly fluctuated strangely. Immediately, a blood-red crack appeared, and the sky seemed to have been broken into a big cut. A terrible fluctuation swept through the crack.

And the purple dragon was the first to take the brunt and was torn to pieces by this terrible fluctuation on the spot.

"This... What is this!?" Qiao Ming and the black armored ghost Xiu and the slap-sized child were all shocked.

A strong sound of wind and thunder swirled out of the void cracks. This momentum made all the ghosts of the war stop and throw surprised eyes to this side one after another.

"Rumble!"

Wind and thunder bursts, in the blood-red void crack, a huge portal came out of it, dead. The old and simple door appeared in this space, but there was still a sense of vicissitudes in the dead.

"The ghost door is closed!" Qiao Ming immediately lost his color: "Why did the ghost gate appear here!? Could it be that an outsider broke into the ghost world!"

"Boom!"

The heavy door slowly opened, and a figure came out of it. It was a young man with long hair flying, a faint layer of purple on his body, and seven purple stars suspended above his head, and a curtain of light fell to protect him.

As soon as the seven-star young man appeared, the ghost door behind him shrank back into the crack in the void with a sound of thunder. Then, the void crack closed, and the sky returned to silence.

"It's back again..."

Zhuge Bu Liang opened his arms and took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and the strong purple gas in his eyes flashed by.

But then, Zhuge Buting was shocked by the scene in front of him and immediately shouted, "Damn it, where is this sending me to!"

The black armored ghost Xiu and the child carrying the spiritual tree stared at Zhugebuliang who poked his head out of the ghost gate without blinking at this moment, and they were silent. Finally, the black armored ghost Xiu shouted, "Mr. Zhuge, that's Mr. Zhuge!"

"It's the boy who was stabbed a thousand times. Why did he come to the ghost world again?" The child carrying the spiritual tree also stared at a pair of lovely eyes and was surprised.

Hearing the call, Zhuge Wuliang looked at the black armored ghost Xiu. The expression on his face froze in an instant and said in surprise, "You are... Wang Bawen, and... Little ginseng fruit."

The black armored ghost and the little child carrying the spiritual tree are the Wang Bawen and the little ginseng fruit who suffered together with Zhuge Fuliang on the 18th floor of hell. Wang Ba was worshipped under the door of the ghost king, and the little ginseng fruit followed another master of the 18th floor of hell, Queen Yan.

"This... Did I go to the wrong place? This is the 18th floor of hell, not the ghost world? Zhuge scratched his head in a silly way and glanced around.

"Zhuge.... Boss Zhuge, you... Why did you come to the ghost world? You're not dead, are you? Wang Bawen and little ginseng fruit stared at the big eyes.

"Hey, who are you!? Why did you break into the ghost world!?" Qiao Ming had a cold face, and the purple machete in his hand pointed to Zhuge Fuliang. Ghost world? Is this really a ghost world? Then why don't you stay in hell on the 18th floor and go back to the ghost world!? Zhuge Fuliang ignored Qiao Ming and continued to chat with Wang Bawen and the little ginseng fruit.

Qiao Ming looked pale and shouted, "I'm asking you!" You are transmitted through the ghost gate. Who are you and why did you break into the ghost world!"