Chapter 471 The soul of the dead man with broken robe appears, kill him!

"Such an earth-shattering battle is enough to be recorded in the history of the Sixth Heaven. It's a pity that you are the only audience."

Qi Yuan sighed.

The fighting in the past few years has been thrilling.

For Qi Yuan, they are all a bit out of their depth.

Qi Yuan wanted to take pictures of some of these wonderful moments and make them into a collection, add them to the majestic or somewhat sad and tragic BGM of "Desolation", and make a video of the inventory of the heavens, and broadcast it to the people in the sixth heaven every day.

It must have shocked many monks.

When Shi Pan heard this, he was a little confused.

Is this battle... really very valuable?

"You go back first. I have to review and see where I didn't perform well today. I can't make the same mistake again tomorrow!"

Qi Yuan waved his hand, and the figure of Shipan disappeared.

Qi Yuan was the only one left in the empty building.

"When he beat around the bush and cursed me, I did feel a little warm. Fortunately, I was covered by a black robe, so he didn't notice anything strange about me."

"This way...starting tomorrow, add a BGM to give me courage. In the BGM, I am invincible!"

"Have courage and save this terrible person like me!"

The next day.

In the empty palace, warm sunlight shines.

The man in black robe is sleeping on the recliner, looking warm.

Suddenly, a breeze floated.

There was a vibrating sound of trampling footsteps in the ground, as if the palace was being trampled.

A man who looked like a double-door refrigerator appeared, with a deep look in his eyes.

He is like a mighty divine general who comes to the world to slay demons.

"You're here." The man in black robe on the recliner spoke, his voice was calm, and the black robe obscured his expression.

"Grandpa You is here!" Dao Buer said in a loud voice.

"Your grandpa is lying here."

The voice was very calm, and when Dao Fuji heard it, it was like thunder sounded in his mind.

It's like the thunder god in the ninth heaven is shouting.

His consciousness was turbulent, and a look of doubt flashed through his mind.

"Could it be that the man in black robes in front of me is really my father? Otherwise, why would he be immune to my words of holy light?"

However, as soon as such an idea came to his mind, he immediately suppressed it.

"Oh, I'm older than you, so I'm your grandfather!" Dao Fuji said calmly, looking proud.

During this period of time, he had gained an advantage in competing against the mysterious man in black robe.

"Is this... the reason why you don't take a shower?" Qi Yuan's voice was calm.

He said and patted it casually.

Suddenly, sixty-seven ghosts entered the palace.

These ghosts hold small red flowers in their hands, as well as gongs and drums and other musical instruments, and have exaggerated makeup on their faces, red and white, which is particularly strange.

"Bgm up!" Qi Yuan snapped his fingers.

Immediately, these sixty-seven ghosts began to perform Yangko, and at the same time they made cheerful sounds from their mouths.

"Tao Fuer doesn't take a bath!"

"Tao Fuer doesn't take a bath!"

The cheerful sounds, graceful dancing postures, and the lively sound of gongs and drums create a very magical scene.

Dao Fuji's expression changed slightly, feeling embarrassed, and then he said coldly: "Now this is the only way to use it? It seems... you are determined to have this grandson!"

"Tao Fu'er doesn't take a bath!" Qi Yuan said lazily.

"That's all you do? You don't even dare to have a head-on confrontation?"

"Did you take a shower last night?"

"you……"

Time passed by, and soon half a month passed.

Around the main hall, even within a radius of hundreds of miles, few monks came.

Only the army of ghosts remains loyal, practicing repeatedly every day to build a quality army.

Shipan stayed in the cave, looking at the message in the jade slip, a cold look flashed in his eyes: "Aqin, if you say this again, we can't even be friends. Everything I have is given by adults, so what can I do?

Will you betray me?"

The person who contacted him was a female nun he knew, who was sweet and lovely, and had a sinister grandmother.

The female nun secretly loved him and was now trying to persuade him to flee.

How could he abandon Qi Yuan?

Everything he has is given by adults.

What other emotional value did Aqin give him?

After Shipan finished speaking, he put the jade slip of summons into his storage bag and ignored it.

"If the Holy Light Sect comes...how should you respond?"

To be honest, Shi Pan was also secretly worried about Qi Yuan.

After all, all monks would say that the Holy Light Sect is powerful and that its master is incomparable and impossible to defeat.

Even if it is a stone plate, my heart will beat when I listen to it too much.

In a distant place, monks gathered together, looking anxious.

"Tonight is the night of the deadliest soul. According to... past practice, the master of the Holy Light Sect will definitely appear.

That...Tianzun is in danger."

"Hmph, that Heavenly Lord is a little too much to blame for himself, he is from the Holy Light Clan!"

"Liu Xi, it's a good thing you didn't do anything for him, otherwise, I'm afraid you wouldn't have escaped death either!"

Not far away, Liu Xi was drinking a small drink, with complicated thoughts and no reply.

"I heard that the Heavenly Lord... seems to have been seriously injured, damaged his soul, and has brain problems. I heard that he has been quarreling with a casual cultivator every day for the past few years."

"If there wasn't something wrong with my brain, why would I still be here?"

Hearing this, Liu Xi couldn't help but said: "Anyway, if it weren't for this gentleman, we would still have to hide in the wind tunnel on Yinhunye, which would be quite inconvenient. This gentleman is kind to us, so it's better not to slander him.

"

When the other monks heard this, they shrugged and did not mention Qi Yuan again.

"I heard that every night of pure ghosts, an ancient dead soul appears and dominates the world. This time, I wonder if we will have a chance to see that ancient power!"

A great master spoke, with strong curiosity in his eyes.

On the original Haunted Night, there were ghosts patrolling the sky, so they did not dare to go out.

Now, all the Yin Hun army has been detained by the Heavenly Lord, and they dare not go out even on Yin Hun Ye night.

On the night of the purest ghost, the ancient powerful dead soul would not attack and kill monks randomly like the army of ghosts.

So, they are safe.

"Can that ancient dead soul, who exists in an unknown realm, be comparable to the realm of the Great Principle?" A monk asked anxiously.

The Great Principle, in their cognition, is already among the strongest.

"This is a strange place in the sky. It should have been a splendid civilization in ancient times. It's a pity."

Some monks sighed.

"I wonder if the Sixth Heaven will be like this after countless years?"

"If so, we might not even be able to compare with the soldiers in the army of ghosts!"

Liu Xi drank a small drink and listened to everyone's sighs, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Night falls slowly.

All the monks gathered together, but no one went to the wind tunnel.

Tonight's night is particularly quiet, and when the wind blows, it's also eerie and eerie.
To be continued...