The First Sword of the Earth

The empty capital city was constantly trembling, the fire outside the city continued, and the sound of explosions echoed everywhere.

The ghost soldiers above the city wall and outside the city gate stared at this scene with expressionless expressions. Although they were wise, they only knew how to fight, but they couldn't understand or think.

In the shortest possible time, the bomber formation poured the firepower it carried into the gap from outside the capital city to the eighteenth hell.

The violent explosion lasted for half a minute, and black smoke rose up, and the ghosts that had been damaged by more than 30% were lost at this time.

Qing Yanzi made a gesture, and the two Di Yinzong elders each held the black and white ghost flags and shook lightly. Tens of thousands of ghost soldiers leaped from the head of the city.

"Dear masters, two Zen masters," Qing Yanzi said loudly, "a group of three, quickly clear these evil spirits, clean up the battle, and we will gather again in front of the city gate."

The eleven each agreed, and Mu Wanxuan naturally followed Master, and Yan Zhengnan acted together.

Just as the female fighter of the combat readiness group who was in charge of relaying news to Wang Sheng at the transfer station said, the battle situation was very stable, and it could be said that the tactical goal was completed in an orderly manner.

The unmanned aerial vehicle formation that has poured out its firepower has begun to return. The long ‘support’ front from the transfer station to this place is actually a major hidden danger.

These twelve masters made their own moves and extinguished all the ‘black-skinned’ evil spirits that had survived the carpet bombing.

After these ghosts are killed, they will turn into a cloud of black energy, which is a collection of remnant souls, fierce auras, and yin auras.

An eminent monk watched the direction of these black qi, frowned slightly, as if he had discovered something.

"Amitabha Buddha, the old monk is unclear about one thing. Why did the evil spirits left behind by these fierce souls not completely dissipate, but gathered towards the eighteenth hell?"

The second elder of the Di Yinzong pondered for a while, and then said with a serious face: "The eighteenth **** has multiple mysteries. The remnants of these fierce ghosts and ghosts should be used to fill the broken 18th hell."

Hearing these two conversations, several Taoist leaders also discovered a little abnormality.

They all discovered just now that when these fierce spirits and ghosts were bombed, a stream of black smoke seemed to form clouds, drifting into the eighteen layers of hell, and being absorbed by the eighteen layers of hell.

This situation is somewhat disturbing.

But at this time, the eighteenth-layer **** has been quiet again, and no vicious ghosts have emerged, and the Taoist masters have gradually dispelled the doubts in their hearts.

They have to enter under the eighteenth **** to check. The path to the under the eighteenth **** is in the eighteenth hell. They cannot fall in the rift valleys on both sides, and they will encounter it when they sink to a certain depth. Enchantment hindered.

What is under the eighteenth level of **** will soon be revealed.

Qing Yanzi said: "Everyone, go back to the city gate to adjust your breath for the time being, and watch the changes. After the mana is full, no more delays, and immediately enter the eighteenth hell."

"It's true that the Taoist leader said it is right, no one knows when the fairy light will come again."

"I don't know if there is anything abnormal outside Guimen Gate."

"Just ask," Qing Yanzi raised his left arm, the bracelet on his wrist was flashing a green indicator light.

Mu Wanxuan blinked curiously, she seemed to have one of this kind of bracelet too, she didn't know where to throw it.

Soon, Qingyanzi and the others retreated to the gate, and sat cross-legged on the gate tower, each slowly recovering their mana.

Mu Wanxuan had the fastest recovery of mana among the twelve. It only took a moment to fully recover his mana. That ‘cake-like’ golden pill was extremely powerful.

But others are about to recover slowly, especially Qing Yanzi. Although the power of pure yang is quite strong, it is really difficult to absorb enough pure yang vitality in the Yin Cao Nether House.

In another half an hour, tens of thousands of ghost soldiers gathered in front of the capital city, quietly waiting for their fate to arrive.

Qing Yanzi asked, "Can the Maoshan and Longhu Mountain survive the law of the Talisman?"

"There are records in the Secret Urn of the Heavenly Master, but it requires the cultivation of the immortal to be able to display it," Zhang Zi laughed wildly and replied, "There should be similar runes in the Maoshan Taoist inheritance."

"Yes, there are, but it takes the immortals before they can be used, and the summoned rune soldiers are of no use," Maoshan Qiancheng Daochang shook his head, "quite tasteless."

The two elders of the Di Yinzong glanced at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Qing Yanzi smiled and said: "This trip to the Underworld, thanks to the help of the two elders of the Di Yinzong and the Secret Treasure, I will ask the two of you to give advice in time, so that we don't really encounter any kind of fierce situation."

The two elders were busy saying ‘natural, natural’, and entering the eighteenth **** is just a ‘common meal’.

The few Taoists who had recovered almost started talking about the Tao, Qing Yanzi saw that the atmosphere was getting up, so she continued to close her eyes and concentrate on restoring her own state.

Some boring seniors sat behind the master, secretly took out their mobile phones, and opened a stand-alone mini game to pass the time.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, causing several Dao masters to look twice, and then softly admired that they lived up to the name of a fairy...

"Um?"

Mu Wanxuan, who was playing with her mobile phone, suddenly frowned slightly and stood up directly, the hem of Ling Xian's skirt swayed slightly, she frowned and stared at the direction of the eighteenth hell.

Zhang Zikuang immediately asked, "What's the matter? I heard the call of that senior again?"

"No," Mu Wanxuan quickly lowered her head and tapped on her phone, showing Zhang Ziku what she wanted to say.

‘The yin and yang balance of the eighteenth **** seems to have been broken by something, the yin qi is too strong, and the weak yang qi began to be squeezed out of the eighteenth hell. ’

Closing her eyes, Mu Wanxuan felt again, and deducted another line of words.

‘Coming up. ’

Coming up? What is coming up?

Before Zhang Zikuang and several Taoist leaders had time to ask, the walls of Fengdu City suddenly began to tremble slightly.

"There is fairy light again?"

"Another ban has been opened?"

Several Dao masters immediately flew into the air, looking at the direction of the eighteenth hell.

But there was no fairy light rushing out, and there was no ghost shadow...

The earth's shaking became stronger and stronger. Suddenly, a few words of ancient tune sounded in their hearts, and their voices were full of tyranny, annoyance, pain, and unwillingness.

‘Who are you, who am I! No, who are we! who are we! ’

'kill! Kill them all! The underworld is ours, and the vitality is ours! ’

‘Yes, kill them all! No one can interfere with our vitality, no one can! No one can—’

The roars mixed with male and female voices were a little bit stern, and a Taoist master couldn't control it!

Qing Yanzi suddenly opened his eyes and jumped into the air. The others immediately stopped to meditate and rushed to the side of Qing Yanzi, staring at the "crater mountain" in the distance.

The crater trembled slightly, and black shadows flew out suddenly. This was the ghost, which they had dealt with before, and their individual strength was equivalent to that of a cultivator in the virtual pill realm.

At this time, hundreds of them flew directly!

After the ghosts, black-skinned evil spirits jumped out, and there were as many as thousands in number. They rushed towards the capital city like crazy.

A master said in a deep voice, "Could the seventh-layer ban also be broken?"

An emergency call was suddenly heard from the Qingyanzi bracelet: "Does not speak long! The eighteenth floor of **** suddenly has an energy response that has never been detected! The breath fluctuates far above the Golden Core Realm!"

Far above the Golden Core Realm?

"Retreat, retreat to the city first!"

Qing Yanzi yelled anxiously, but as soon as his voice fell, a thick black air rose into the sky!

This black energy slammed into the eleven halls suspended above, but was repelled by the blue light that appeared below the hall.

In the blink of an eye, the black energy condensed into a twenty to thirty meters long arm. The thick arm was covered with purple scales. The backhand pressed against the outside of the crater, and directly grabbed several black-skinned evil spirits. Then retracted into the crater.

A burst of chewing that made the scalp numb, appeared directly in the hearts of twelve people.

Mu Wanxuan frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Big ghost."

"Never talk about it, what should I do?" Zhang Zikuang asked directly, "Do you want to apply for nuclear weapons support?"

"What if the lower fierce soul explodes?" Qing Yanzi asked back, and then frowned.

Before he could make a decision, the huge claw caught on the edge of the crater again, and the huge figure over sixty meters high jumped up from the crater and began to chase the black-skinned evil spirits who fled in a hurry.

Raising his hand and grabbing it, several black-skinned evil spirits would be swallowed by him.

"We retreat," Qing Yanzi said, "let this big thing go to Huangquan Road, and it will blow him up again."

"good."

"It's really scary to face this thing."

The individual nodded slightly ~www.readwn.com~ and immediately began to turn his head and gallop, and entered the capital city.

They are not stupid, this level of evil spirits is obviously not something they can deal with, and judging from the thoughts conveyed by this giant ghost in their hearts before, the existence of this thing seems to be related to the disaster of the hidden sect thousands of years ago.

It seems that those Taoist masters who rushed into the underworld got into the evil?

However, when the twelve rushed into Fengdu City and were about to retreat, a sneer suddenly sounded in their ears, and a ray of thought was passed into their hearts.

‘Want to go? It seems that I can't leave, some weird little guys. ’

The twelve were on guard at the same time, and all raised their heads and looked straight ahead.

But I saw a lonely black shadow right in front of me at some point. It was wrapped in black air, and a pair of cold and stern eyes stared at Qing Yanzi.

The voice of the ancient tune was quite harsh.

"Tsk tusk, who should eat first?"