Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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"Om..."

In Shangqing Xuanyou Cave, stepping through the teleportation formation guarded by heavy soldiers, the group only felt a flower in front of their eyes, and everything they perceived had changed drastically.

Desolate, gloomy, deadly, and pitch-dark, accompanied by a biting chill, the person with insufficient cultivation shivered subconsciously.

"This is the underworld?"

It was the first time for Ji Bingyan to come to the underworld. She tried her best to open her eyes, but the environment in the underworld was not something that the eyes of a living person could understand.

It depends on the perception of the soul.

"Close your eyes and let your mind control your physical body. If you don't need to use the mana in the golden elixir, it will be very difficult to recover here." Wang Hu had entered the underworld several times, and he said:

"The cultivators below the Daoji level should lock in the qi of the physical body. Although we are in King Lu's territory, the chasing of the yang qi by the ghosts will attract lonely and wild ghosts."

"Although we are not afraid, there is no need to provoke right and wrong."

"Yes!"

Everyone should be.

A group of dozens of people, in addition to Wang Hu, Qin Sirong, Ji Bingyan, there are some Quanzhen Dao disciples and more than half of Dao soldiers.

Strength is mostly above Daoji.

Among them, Wang Hu is the most. Today, he has practiced the Dragon Transformation Technique. Although his cultivation has not yet entered the Nascent Soul, his strength is not inferior to the first-level Nascent Soul.

"Let's go!"

Looking down, he made a light move with one hand, and a group of people rose into the air and flew to the camp where King Lu's Ghost Army was located not far ahead.

"senior."

While flying away, Wang Hu whispered:

"This time, the master suddenly called us in. What's the matter?"

Although Mo Qiu sent a letter saying that he wanted to take them as hostages, in the heart of Anzu Temple King's Hall Master, he always felt that something was wrong.

especially.

In the crowd, there are two seniors who hide their identities with them.

"no need to worry."

Behind Qin Qingrong, a cultivator wrapped in a black robe spoke slowly, his voice was clear, it was obviously a female cultivator:

"The underworld suddenly summons people, I'm afraid they have other ideas, but Mo Daozhu is not what it used to be, even if there are changes, it will not be too dangerous, you don't need to think too much."

"Besides..."

"And us."

"Yes." Wang Hu felt a little relieved and nodded yes.

While talking, the camp has arrived.

"Are you a disciple of Quanzhen Dao?" A ghostly figure flew up from the camp, exuding a terrifying aura, it was a ghost king.

"Exactly!"

Wang Hufei stepped forward, clasped his fists and cupped his hands:

"Wang Hu, the disciple of the Taoist master of Xiaquanzhen, these are my two junior sisters and disciples. I wonder where is the master now?"

"Yeah." The ghost glanced at everyone and nodded slowly:

"You come with me."

Saying that, he waved his cloak lightly, rolled up a puff of ghost smoke, and flew towards the rear.

Everyone looked at each other and exchanged secretly, and then Wang Hu exhorted, and the qi and machine were connected together, and they followed in a hurry.

After a while.

"Not right!"

Wang Hu has been on the battlefield for a long time. He has been born and died many times. He is extremely sensitive to danger. His eyes flicker slightly, and he reads:

"Senior, didn't the master say that he was coming to pick us up?"

"Where is he taking us?"

"No hurry." Behind him, the female voice was still slow and slow:

"Just ask."

Wang Hu frowned.

What he murmured in his heart was not only the inconsistency of the underworld leading the way, but also the indifferent attitude of the people behind him.

He can't even notice it himself, he doesn't believe that the other party can't notice it.

Shaking his head, the wind and thunder wings on his back shook slightly, and he fled to the side of the ghost, cupping his hands and saying:

"I don't know what to call the general?"

"Is something wrong?"

The ghost's face was cold, and the voice was even more indifferent.

"That..." Wang Hu opened his mouth and said:

"Didn't you say that the tutor will come to pick us up? Where are we going now? This direction doesn't seem to be where the Prince Lu's Mansion is?"

"Huh?" The ghost raised his eyebrows:

"You know a lot."

Saying that, he shook his head slightly:

"But I did what I was told, and I don't know why. You don't need to ask, you'll know when you get there."

"This..." Wang Hu frowned, but he couldn't think about it, he only nodded:

"Alright."

...

This compartment.

Mo Qiu turned into a line of fire, fell from the sky, and fled to the front of the ghost army camp.

The battle formation formed by millions of ghost armies formed a cloud of yin that covered the sky and the sun, and even Nascent Soul Spiritual Mind did not dare to probe the slightest.

He landed on the ground, and bowed his hands to the ghost general on the wall of the camp gate:

"General, please don't ask to see the ghost king Yuan Li."

"Mo Qiu Mo Dao Master?" The ghost general at the city gate had heard of Mo Qiu's reputation, and his face became solemn when he heard this, and then he shook his head gently:

"I'm very sorry, General Yuan is out for business and is no longer in the camp."

"It's not convenient for outsiders to enter the military camp. Master Mo also asked Haihan. You might as well think of other ways to contact General Yuan."

"Not here?" Mo Qiu looked surprised:

"how come?"

"Mo Mou and General Yuan agreed that the Quanzhen Dao sect disciples will come to the realm today, and he will be responsible for receiving them, and Mo Mou will bring them back."

"I won't know about this matter." The ghost general shook his head, his voice indifferent:

"A few days ago, General Yuan received urgent news and left the camp. As for the Quanzhen Dao disciples, they did come but left again."

"Go?" Mo Qiu's face sank:

"What's the meaning?"

"It doesn't make any sense." The ghost general shrugged and said:

"Maybe some of them know the way, they don't need the fingerprints of other ghosts, and they know where the mansion of Dao Master Mo is, so they rushed over by themselves."

"Impossible!" Mo Qiu said in his voice, his face was already cold.

His thoughts turned, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

"Humph!"

At the city gate, the ghost general snorted in disdain, and then closed his eyes and said nothing.

As a front-line general who guarded the passage between the two realms and fought with Quanzhen Dao for many years, he did not ask for the master of Quanzhen Dao, and naturally had no goodwill.

But he was not afraid.

There are millions of ghost soldiers here, even if there is no method of heavenly soldiers, with the help of the power of the ghosts, the ghost kings here can also compete with the masters of the later ghost kings.

Do not ask for anything, not enough for a sun.

...

"escape!"

The face of Fairy Feng Ling, the real person of Yuanying in the Big Dipper Palace, turned cold, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked back, the corners of her eyes couldn't help beating, and she suddenly waved her hand:

"Flee separately!"

There are many chasing soldiers behind, many of them ghost generals and even ghost kings.

Although she is not afraid, she also admits that she is invincible, not to mention protecting others, not to mention that this is the underworld, and the real Yuan Ying is not easy to use.

The power of the ghost king was suppressed in the Yang world, and the real Yuan Ying entered the underworld, and the same was true.

"senior."

Wang Hu clenched his teeth.

He thought that with Fairy Feng Ling, and himself, he would be able to get out in time even if he encountered a change, but he didn't want to still fail:

"Who the **** is going to deal with us?"

Although he had doubts and resentment in his heart, he knew how to escape for his life.

"I will lure them away, you run away first!"

"Be careful." Fairy Feng Ling's beautiful eyes flashed:

"Don't fight them head-on, save your life, and trust your master."

Among the crowd, Wang Hu's escape speed was the fastest, and his escape method was the most subtle. Even she had to admit this.

"Ok?"

Aunt Feng Ling's words made Wang Hu stunned for a moment. Before he could think about it, the turbulent wind and thunder had already collided with a yin qi that was condensed like fine steel.

suffered!

"boom…"

With a loud noise, Wang Hu couldn't help groaning, his body was tenfold in the air, and he avoided several murderous intentions in a dangerous and dangerous way, and folded and fled.

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"Humph!"

Behind, several ghost figures emerged out of thin air, glanced at the crowd scattered in front, and finally locked their eyes on a few of them.

A ghost said coldly:

"You can't escape!"

Qin Sirong, who was escaping, suddenly felt a chill in her heart.