Chapter 922

I thought I had no chance to see you again all my life. I didn't expect to meet again today.

"As long as Lei Cheng is strong enough! I'm afraid he's too weak to crack the first layer of the seal!"

Fang Yue's eyes twinkled.

He wants to open these seals with the hand of the sage who organized the Beidou dispute.

"What's going on? Why did you send the letter to me?"

Lei Cheng looked at Lei Luo. Although his eyes were severe, there was also a trace of gentleness.

Ralo is his direct blood. Although Lei Cheng has hundreds of descendants, he does not have much to strive for.

Leiluo is one of the few promising children of Leicheng!

If not, he would not have a mild taste in his eyes.

"Report back to master! We found a place near here. It's suspected to be the land of demons!"

Leiluo responded, full of confidence.

"Huh? Suspected?"

There was a trace of displeasure in Lei Cheng's tone. There were many suspected places in the canyon. If he needed to explore every place himself, wouldn't he be tired to death?

He asked Lei Cheng for a firm answer.

Not this ambiguous guess.

Ralo was sweating!

She forgot the master's disposition and temper, and made some mistakes in words.

"It's not suspected, but this place is indeed the land of demonization!"

Gu Cheng took the initiative to get up and said forcefully to Lei Cheng.

"Who are you?"

Lei Cheng is very unhappy about Gu Cheng's offense. If he can't say why, even if he has broken through the level of yin and Yang, he will be severely punished!

"Gu Cheng, the registered disciple of the master, I have heard the master preach three times. This time I asked the elder martial sister to inform the master. If this place is not a place of demonization, I will apologize with my head!"

Gu Cheng was neither humble nor arrogant, so that other disciples secretly squeezed a cold sweat for him!

Saint Lei Cheng is moody.

All the disciples were trembling in the face of Lei Cheng.

Even if they were all disciples of Saint Lei Cheng, if he was unhappy, he would kill them.

Most of the disciples of Saint Lei Cheng did not die under the hands of outsiders, but were buried in the anger of Saint Lei Cheng.

"You found this magic land? What evidence do you have?"

Seeing Gu Cheng's calm expression, Saint Lei Cheng thought that the little guy must rely on him. If his judgment is correct, what if he offends himself?

That's immortal liquid. Even the lowest Jiupin immortal liquid is enough for him to break through one or two small realms!

"There's a bone etching evil wind in this place!"

Gu Cheng's voice is affirmative.

Lei Cheng was slightly surprised. He looked at Gu Cheng in surprise. Naturally, he heard of the evil wind.

It is said that the place where saints fall, if Yin Qi nourishes corpses, there is an evil wind of bone etching! This wind can devour life essence, such as magic and miasma.

If you encounter the evil wind of bone etching, there must be a saint buried next to you.

When Lei Cheng heard the word "evil wind", he believed 80% of Gu Cheng's words.

"Gu Cheng, how do you know the evil wind that erodes the bones?"

Lei Cheng asked. He thought there was something strange about it. Among his registered disciples, Gu Cheng was not outstanding. Even for Lei Cheng, Lei Cheng just looked familiar and couldn't even remember his name.

Such disciples, according to their disciples, have no potential to stand after breaking, and can be promoted to the level of yin and Yang in the process of exploration.

And he is not qualified to be exposed to such secret things as the evil wind of etching bones.

Gu Cheng had expected Lei Cheng's doubts.

"This bone etching evil wind is a record I saw in an ancient book in the library. If I remember it in my heart and see it today, I will recognize it at a glance. The ancient book is called the legend of the alien. It records that the sage died and came back to life. Before coming back to life, there was a bone etching evil wind in the past, swallowing life and reversing Yin and Yang!"

Gu Cheng talked freely and calmly.

This strange biography does have its own book, and the recovery of the saint is also recorded.

But there is no description of the evil wind of etching bones.

However, Gu Cheng is sure that Lei Cheng will believe that he will not continue to investigate!

This lying also requires technology. People often don't believe it when it's 100% true or false.

Nine true and one false, just let people believe!

Sure enough, Gu Cheng even said the name of the book, and Lei Cheng was no longer confused.

Gu Cheng leads the way, while Lei Cheng looks left and right. He is observing the surrounding Feng Shui terrain. He is old. Even if he is not proficient, he will study Feng Shui array.

Lei Cheng is an entry-level in array and Feng Shui, but with the sage's eyesight, he can see a lot from the Feng Shui terrain.

Bury heaven, bury earth, bury people!

The more Lei Cheng looked, the more frightened he was. The Yin in this place was so heavy that even the saints would be cold all over.

Of course, this is not because Lei Cheng has a cold and fever, but because the level of Yin Qi is too high, even saints will be infected.

"Stop!"

Lei Cheng walked for several kilometers, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Not because he's scared! But because this place seems to hide a different feeling.

As if, there were a pair of invisible eyes peeping at him in the dark.

At this time, Lei Cheng's footsteps stopped and a black palm rested on his shoulder.

When the cold came into his body, Lei Cheng's body suddenly became numb, and a light layer of frost even condensed on the surface of his skin.

"Thunder light!"

Lei Cheng hardly hesitated.

A bucket of thunder fell straight down from the nine clouds!

The black palm disappeared.

With a bang, a big hole with no bottom was blown under Lei Cheng's feet.

Lei Cheng was slightly palpitating. He was a saint. How could he be approached silently?

After a little movement, the sound of clicking came from the bones and joints.

The light frost on his body gradually broke, but Lei Cheng still felt that his body was a little sour and soft, just like a mortal scholar who rarely exercised ran a 3000 meter.

Lei Cheng understood that this was not an illusion. This time he was really caught.

The claw just now was a ghost claw. In a short moment, it sucked away a lot of Yang Qi from his body.

Yang Qi is weak, which is naturally the invasion of evil Qi.

It is estimated that the lost Yang will be difficult to replenish if there is no ten or eight years of closed door and hard practice.

Lei Cheng's heart was filled with melancholy.

It's the first time I've been a saint for so many years.

He was robbed of Yang Qi, but he didn't even know what others looked like in the end.

If it were normal, he would be furious, but this time, he didn't even know who he was angry with.

"Hmm? No! Gu Cheng, why is this ghost just attacking me, and you stand by me safe and sound?"

Lei Cheng's mind moved and found that there was a problem with Gu Cheng!

Gu Cheng smiled: "maybe my cultivation is low. I don't like the ghost! After all, the ghost is a saint level ghost. It still reduces his identity!"

Gu Cheng's explanation is almost perfect!

Even if Lei Cheng is suspicious, he can't find a flaw.

Saints are arrogant. They live as heroes and die as ghosts!

A saint is a saint. He has his own integrity. Lei Cheng is thinking that if one day he dies, he may become a fierce ghost!

Lei Cheng has fantasies.

At this time, a dark ghost came.

Among these ghosts, even the weakest realm of cultivation is the realm of yin and Yang. The slightly stronger one is the leader level, and the first is the ghost spirit of the three saints level. Their body surface is covered with a layer of cold air.

It is obvious that the one who shot Lei Cheng just now is one of the three saints.

Lei Cheng is like a great enemy.

He knows that this world is not easy to bury.

But I didn't expect it to be so bad!

The sage guarding the tomb is how powerful and imposing he should be in his life.

"Catch him and feed me! After all these years, the eleven abominable altars have finally been moved! I broke the seal and need a lot of Qi and blood to replenish. The blood and flesh of the saint is my best tonic!"

A faint voice wafted through the void.

That voice is as grudge as complaint, which is extremely frightening!

This is the sealed demon coming out!

The top existence of saints!

Hearing the sound, Lei Cheng's legs were trembling!

Three Saint level ghosts are hard to deal with.

Add another demon general who has been sealed for thousands of years. Lei Cheng is about to give up.

"Do it and clear away all the disciples of the organizer of the Beidou dispute!"

Fang Yue ordered, with a low voice!

The eight armed saint and Hai didn't care why Fang Yue, in a small world, even issued orders to their two saints at this time. Now, the three sides are grasshoppers on a rope. If the organizer of the Beidou battle gets Xianye dominance, I'm afraid they can't get out of this canyon.

It's just a group of small ants in the circle.

For eight armed saints, it's easy to kill them.

As for the dignity of saints, eight armed saints don't care.

Even life is almost gone. What dignity do you talk about? It's hypocritical to say too much!

All the disciples of the organizer of the Beidou dispute were knocked unconscious and sent to Fang Yue!

"What are you going to do next?"

The eight armed sage didn't know what Fang Yue wanted the disciples of the organizer of the Beidou dispute to do?

Pure anger?

It seems that it is impossible. Grievances have heads and debts have owners. It is the strong people above the sage level who really bully them. They are only small minions in the circle of rotation.

Even if they are all dead, they can't destroy the plan of the organizer of the Beidou dispute.

"I have an altar called blood altar, which needs living sacrifice to show all kinds of means. The stronger the strength of the living sacrifice, the greater the power of the altar sacrifice!"

Fang Yue patiently explained that this time was not a time to hide.

As for the fact that he has a blood altar, the eight armed saint and Hai will know sooner or later. Instead of letting them know through other channels, they might as well show it openly!

In this way, it appears to be open and frank, but it can strengthen the sense of trust between both sides.

Sure enough, Fang Yue's words lit up the eyes of the eight armed saint.

"Blood altar? Unexpectedly, the blood altar, one of the eight auxiliary altars, finally fell into your hands!"

Fang Yue smiled.

Acquiesce to the blood altar.