Chapter 187 Night Attack

After Master Jue Mian left the virtual world first, Master Poshan's expression returned to dull and said, "I have also heard the poor monk's wonderful talk made by the little benefactor in the stone cave, so he sent a voice to Jue Mian on a whim and asked him to invite you to talk about the treasure of Beiming."

Chu Tian was shocked and said secretly, "It turns out that the five schools of the right path are coming for the treasure of the northern underworld!"

Master Poshan seemed to see through Chu Tian's thoughts and said, "Does the little donor know the origin of the Northern Underworld Treasure?"

Chu Tian nod his head and said, "I have heard some related rumors."

Master Poshan said, "Do you know what is hidden in the treasure, so that the two demons flock to each other and compete."

Chu Tian shook his head, and the master of the mountain said slowly, "In fact, there is nothing in the treasure, only one key is hidden!"

"Key?" Chu Tian wondered, "Is it the key to restarting the channel between the divine land and the underworld?"

The broken mountain master replied, "No, this key opens the door of hell. Once born, it is bound to cause the catastrophe of the three worlds and repeat the secluded sky war that destroyed the divine land 3,000 years ago.

Chu Tian inexplicably gave birth to a chill and said in an astringent voice, "Three thousand years of reincarnation, six hundred years of cycle!"

Master Poshan nod and said, "It turns out that the little benefactor has heard of this sentence. It is not so much a little understanding of the mystery of heaven as a great prophecy of the heavenly mystery. And this prophecy is closely related to a treasure in the underworld called the plate of destiny.

"The plate of fate?" When Chu Tian heard the name for the first time, he couldn't help thinking of the words about fate that he repeatedly asked him. Is there any connection between the two?

He heard the master of Poshan say, "It is rumored that before the yuansama was destroyed and sealed by the artifact, he used the plate of fate to cross a wisp of divine consciousness to the depths of the northern sea three thousand years later. If anyone can find this wisp of divine consciousness, and then absorb the remaining power in his remains, he can become a demon to sweep the three worlds, and finally save his own life yuan god, so as to achieve his long-cherished wish again.

Chu Tian's breathing almost stopped. He finally knew why he wanted to go to the North Underworld by himself again and again. At the same time, he also understood the true meaning of the three-thousand-year reincarnation - it was the self-redemption that the wheel demon king wanted to complete by using the plate of fate, but it affected the prosperity and fall of the three worlds for three thousand years.

From the moment he held the Cangyun Yuanchen Sword, he was unconsciously involved in this unprecedented game that swept the three worlds for 3,000 years. Even earlier.

"In the past 3,000 years, countless people have been striving for the treasure of the Northern Underworld for this legend, but all of them have failed. Because the treasure is destined to only appear three thousand years after the Youtian War, and the place is destined to be only the North Underworld!"

Xu Xu, the master of the broken mountain, said, "The ancestors of the Northern Underworld God Mansion are loyal subordinates of the rotating demon king. After the Youtian War, they lurked in the divine land waiting for the opportunity. Later, they simply built the divine palace and cast the Youyuan Hall to suppress the Northern Underworld Sea to prevent others from interfering in or stealing treasures or drawing money from destroying that wisp of divine knowledge."

Chu Tian nodded and said, "It turns out that the master is not here to seize the treasure, but to destroy the treasure."

He suddenly realized why Master Jue Mian and others rejected the proposal of alliance. After all, they are all from Beiming. No matter who wins, it is impossible to tolerate foreign forces to break through the Youyuan Hall and destroy the Beiming treasure.

No wonder there is no way to deal with it!

The master of the broken mountain nod and said, "The poor monk had penetrated the way of the sky 60 years ago, but he finally abandoned the day and turned to the realm of Nirvana, becoming what the world called a scattered immortal. In order to stay in the divine land and deal with this three-thousand-year reincarnation havoc with the compassion of my Buddha.

Hearing this, Chu Tian took a breath of cold air and looked at the old monk in front of him again.

He once said when he heard Dong Tianji gossip that the peak of the holy step is a big sky, but there is a so-called sky level on it. The first realm of the heavenly level is to peep at the nirvana rock and understand the mystery of the universe of life and death. It is the legendary scattered immortals.

The old monk resolutely gave up the opportunity to fly to heaven and stayed in the world to respond to the disaster, which was really a fearless move.

It is necessary to know how many times the vitality of the heavenly world is more than the essence of the divine land, and it is of great benefit to the monks. Therefore, it is impossible for idiots to say that it is impossible to cultivate a higher level of "creation magic power" in the world. At that time, when the six hundred-hundred-year disaster arrives, even if you are the body of the scattered immortals, you will not escape the situation of extinction.

He couldn't help admiring, "The master's compassion is really admirable."

The master of the broken mountain smiled and said nothing. His eyes seemed to open his hands and form a fearless seal in front of his lower abdomen.

Chu Tian also stopped saying anything, sat down with the master of the broken mountain, and slowly closed his eyes into the realm of forgetting the simple and true things.

I don't know how many times the two have been sitting on this virtual rock. Master Poshan suddenly said, "I'm coming."

Chu Tianyi said, "I'll go and have a look."

The master of the broken mountain silently stretched out his hand and gently wiped it in the void in front of him, and the golden light flashed up a disk-sized mirror. Between the halo flow, the grass and trees in the valley can be seen, and countless ghosts can be seen pouring in from all directions like a tide in the dark at night.

"The Mirror of the Spiritual Platform?" Chu Tian was shocked and knew that this was a magnificent scene formed by the master who broke the mountain with the supreme Buddha's power to project the evolution of the mapping of the spiritual platform onto the void.

At this time, thousands of ghosts had already killed fiercely in the valley, and the allied forces of the five major factions were about to meet.

Due to receiving Chu Tian's warning in advance, the five major factions of the right path have been on intensive alert around the valley, and four new magic arrays have been added.

However, as soon as thousands of evil ghosts approached the valley, the void suddenly glared and phantomed, casting swords and thunder blades, shooting out like a storm.

Those evil spirits who rushed to the front row were just pawns that Ni Tiangao arranged to explore the way. How could they resist the attack of the magic array? At that time, ghosts, tigers and wolves howled one after another, and the ghosts and shadows flew into nothing in the dazzling light.

From the west, the "Zijin Ghost Emperor", one of the twelve ghost emperors of the North Minghai, Zhu Wuba, was still on the thunderstorm ghost emperor Leijing City for two thousand and eight hundred years.

It was suppressed by Youyuan Hall and was unable to escape from the Beiming Sea. For thousands of years, it has accumulated countless violent emotions, and its temperament has become more and more cruel and murderous. Seeing a "thousand waves facing the sky array" laid in the sea and air pavilion in front of him, the blue light was surging and sharp. In an instant, he killed hundreds of ghosts. He couldn't help shouting in anger and saying, "Duan Cong Congkuan , Mei Jiaohong, Shi Junjie and Wang Piji, for a limited time, a column of incense broke through the big array and entered the valley!"

The four ghost kings standing behind it took orders in unison, and each led the subordinates to kill the generals like wolves and tigers, rushing to the waves to the sky.

This "Ten Thousand Waves and Sky Array" is divided into four parts: "Qi Lan", "Yang Tao", "Catching Wave" and "Jing Hai". Each of the seven female disciples of the Sea and Sky Pavilion are in charge of the array to stimulate the magic array. The four parts are as one as one as heaven. All kinds of flag magic weapons are looming, gathering the aura of heaven and earth into a continuous stream of blue waves bombarding out, teaching people to see fear. Shocked.

But the four ghost kings got the death order to break through the array in a column of incense. All four ghosts knew Zhu Wuba's fierce methods. No one dared to spare their strength and greedy, and all of them did their best to rush to the sky.

They are all cold and ruthless people, and they covet the blood and vitality of the disciples of the five major schools in the valley. They are like a group of hungry wolves who ignore the life and death under their command, and the waves of attacks are uninterrupted, gradually approaching the array.

The "Black Bee Ghost King" Wang Piji was a lustful person before his death. The so-called country is easy to change its nature, and it is still a persting ghost.

It saw that the seven female disciples of the Haikong Pavilion who guarded Jinghai's eyes were all beautiful and beautiful, and couldn't help but have evil thoughts. He smiled and said, "Miaoji, Miaoji. If you don't enjoy these beautiful things, won't they be violent?" He waved a nine-strand black silk magic whip and smashed two flags around his body, and rushed to the most beautiful woman in the sea and air pavilion like a hungry tiger and sheep.

The female disciple was Fan Yunzhi, who had a face with Yu Yu Tian and Chu Tian. She was originally a closed disciple of the head of the Haikong Pavilion, and she was the most loved by my family. But tonight, the master suddenly came with wings and said that the girl was the descendant of the queen who was painstakingly looking for. He couldn't help being jealous and angry in his heart, and he felt that he was cold and angry.

When she saw Wang Piji coming up, she couldn't have any good face to show the evil spirit. The fairy sword in her hand attacked the way.

Wang Piji lowered his voice and said with an evil smile, "Little girl, your skills are also good, which is just in line with my appetite."

Fan Yun was furious, and his pretty face attacked nine swords in a row. He scolded coldly, "Fal!"

Wang Piji did not rush to solve Fan Yunzhi's nine attack moves. He laughed and said, "What a fierce nature. I like it!" Nine black silk magic whips turned to attack Fan Yunzhi's fairy sword and took her chest straight.

Although the words in its mouth are obese, the moves in its hands are not vague at all. After all, although Fan Yunzhi is beautiful, she is not as beautiful as her own ghost life. If a column of incense can't hold the waves facing the sky, Zhu Wuba's ugly face will sink, and he can't eat it if he can't pick flowers.

Unexpectedly, Fan Yunzhi is a closed disciple cultivated by Ying Pian. Although he is young, his cultivation has been washed. Although she fell behind, her feet were not messy, and the fairy sword was fierce in both attack and defense.

Wang Piji frowned slightly and said secretly, "I have to fight quickly, otherwise I wish the old ghost an angry and no beautiful woman can play." Suddenly, a whip waved out, opened its mouth and spit out a "flower-picking black bee" refined with its own vitality, and buzzed like a dark cloud and pounced on Fan Yunzhi.

Fan Yun's heart was awe-hearted, and she hurriedly ran the fairy sword to protect her body. However, these flower-picking black bees are not afraid of the sword spirit. Even if the fairy sword hits it, it just flew out unscathedly.

Wang Piji kept spitting, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of black bees gathered around Fan Yun, completely engulfing her delicate body.

Fan Yunzhi suddenly felt that his thighs were cold. A black bee picking flowers took advantage of it and sucked her true qi greedily while injecting the sinister gas into the body.

Fan Yunzhi's left leg was instantly paralyzed, and his mind was blurred. Remarking Wang Piji's evil eyes, she bit her silver teeth and wiped them off her neck!