After saying this, it sighed softly, ignoring Qin Ye, muttering words. As its words appeared one by one, countless yin talismans suddenly spread under its feet, and like butterflies, it sank into all directions. Qin Ye was shocked to find that the earth began to tremble.

It was like a low-level earthquake, and the opposite was the sound of Diting becoming louder and louder, like thunder: "... Something is mixed, born before heaven and earth. It is silent and lonely, independent but not changed, and it is moving around without danger..."

Yin Fu Ruoquan, which disappeared into the entire mountain, the vibration of the mountains became even more violent. After a few minutes, it turned into a roar like a tsunami. Countless thick fog surged up to the top of the mountain, and the tide came towards them like a tide. With Diting, Qin Ye clearly felt something different.

"The door to tear apart the world opens." Di Ting walked ahead: "Follow me closely, and enter from here, where King Zhao Ghost is."

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This is an ordinary countryside.

If you have to say that is the location.

This village is located on the top of a mountain.

Looking down from here, there is a vast sea of ​​fog below. And... this mountain is a single peak.

There is no way to go.

The village is very old, with wooden houses from the Ming and Qing dynasties everywhere, very dilapidated, and many collapsed. The ground is covered with dust, and all kinds of weeds grow to people's knees, abandoned carts, chairs, and farm tools everywhere, and the whole village reveals a dead and deserted atmosphere.

Originally there was no one here, but now seven people gathered in the center of the village. They were pale and thin, ragged and covered in hair, and looked like prisoners who had been exiled for several years.

But... each of them actually carries weak true energy. The weak one has not yet entered the game, and the strongest one is actually at the level of soul-retaining.

It was four or fifty-five now, and no one spoke. They were solemnly surrounded by back-to-back, their bodies trembling slightly, and their teeth were trembling.

"He's coming..." One of the middle-aged men with a yellow face spoke in a floating voice: "He...he's coming soon..."

He didn't say too much, as if all his strength had been saved. A young man next to him, who looked in his early twenties, gritted his teeth and said, "He... looks less like a human than before...I, I don't want to die..."

His voice was sobbing. However, no one answered him.

If you can’t even eat enough, where can you get the skill to speak?

Dong!

At this moment, the entire mountain was shaken, and a sound of war drums that shook the sky and the earth rose up, as if thousands of troops gathered under the thick fog of the single peak!

"Kill!!" With a shout, the sea of ​​fog surging. The golden swords and iron horses shouted and killed the sky. The terrifying murderous aura was blown to the top of the mountain, and their hair was blown around, and their breathing was almost stagnant. The next second, thousands of horses galloped and rushed from all directions!

Rumble! The horse's hooves shook the sky and rushed to the outside of the village entrance. The grass and trees in the village rustled and swayed wildly. A woman opened her mouth slightly and said tremblingly: "Come in... they advanced half a meter again!!"

Her chapped lips were almost bleeding: "At most two months... they can rush into the Martyrs' Temple... We... will surely die at that time!"

"Die..." An old man, with only numbness on his face, sighed slightly and looked at the sky: "We should have died long ago... aren't we half-dead now? Hahaha... After so many years, what's the difference between us and death? If we had the courage to commit suicide, would we still stand here?"

There are optimistic, brave, and naturally there are sad.

He looked around in a state of silence. How shocked he was when he first came in, but now there was only endless horror.

The monster in the Martyrs' Temple... was a non-human existence. He did not let them go or kill them, but instead gave them food and water. He had been completely numb after so many years of confusion.

Maybe...it's good to let the monsters outside kill in?

He didn't even mention his true energy to resist. He only heard the air outside shouting and killing the sky, and he didn't know what to fight with. His eyes actually looked around calmly. Just when he was about to withdraw his gaze, he was suddenly stunned.

The next moment, he suddenly rubbed his eyes and looked there in disbelief. His mouth grew up in an instant, his lips trembled, pointing in one direction, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He only made a sound of "Ah...ah, ah!"

"Old Li, what's wrong with you?" A man next to him turned his head and looked at the other person in surprise. Old Li opened his mouth wide, as if he had a stroke, but his hand desperately pointed to a place. The short sound became more and more rapid. However, the man looked along his hand and was stunned.

Two seconds later, he suddenly screamed: "Look! Here! Here!! Look!!"

This time everyone turned around and looked around. At some point, a figure appeared in the thick fog outside. He slowly walked over.

Someone?

Newcomer?

Everyone looked at each other, and even the numb Lao Li had infinite hope. In an instant, only heavy breathing was left in the village, and several eyes were staring at the figure. A few seconds later, a young man holding a dog appeared in his sight calmly.

Just as he appeared, everyone sighed. Old Li fell to the ground with a wry smile as if his bones were removed. "I knew... another... another! Yes... how could the Investigation Office send the highest combat power to save us?"

There was a silence. There was only a sad and sad place all over the ground.

Qin Ye hugged Di Ting and slowly walked to everyone. No one looked at him, as if he had accepted his fate. He smiled and said, "You are still alive, and human vitality is really tenacious."

"Do you know us?" A young man in his twenties, disheveled hair let out a muffled laugh, sighed, and supported his hands on the ground, looking at the sky blankly: "The new investigator of the Investigation Department? You are unlucky... I will take on this task, but there will be an extra burial in a few months."

The others ignored Qin Ye at all.

Qin Ye was too lazy to talk nonsense to them. The fragments of Yan Luo Seal transformed the Yin Qi and hid their strength. Of course, the other party would not think that he could save them at his age. He looked around and raised his eyebrows calmly.

In the thick fog...what is there?

Many...there are many places that are terrible, at least more than 100,000, and not a single one is strong, but I don’t know how to condense into a force that is constantly impacting the barrier here.

At the same time... there is also a strong and heart-shaking yin energy here!

It's right in the innermost part of the village!

"Brother Zhao... I finally found you..." He licked his lips and walked towards the village.

"Are you looking for death?" As soon as he took a step, the sky of the dead Li deceased said dumbly and hoarsely: "Cherish life, children, there lives in it... a monster whose highest combat power is not the opponent... He is the mountain god of the mountains of Dama... He... If you want to die, go."

Qin Ye ignored them at all. From here, there was a dilapidated building at the end, with only one road, and the building could no longer be seen as it was. Even the three words "Heroine's Temple" hanging on it were ragged. The surrounding weeds were covered with spider webs. And the suffocating yin energy came out from it.

Crazy... As he walked towards the Heroes Temple, the bricks on the ground shook violently. The further he walked, the more violent the bricks shook. And the people who were like wood carvings just now turned their heads and looked at Qin Ye in disbelief.

This road... they haven't walked.

But... no one caused this change!

Yes, change.

In this dead land, in this hell where there is no sunshine, any change is exciting.

"Little brother..." A middle-aged man suddenly stood up, his lips trembling slightly: "You are..."

boom!!!

Before he finished speaking, Qin Ye and Di Ting's yin energy completely exploded! It was like mountains and seas, like stars falling down, like rivers breaking the dam! The surrounding houses could not bear this violent yin energy, and all exploded!

"This is!!!" "My God!! What level is this?" "He, how old is he! This is definitely not a judge!! I have met the judge! The judge is not as good as one thousandth of this!!" "Aggressive ghost... This is a thousand-year-old evil ghost!! The Lord of the Huasheng Mansion!!"

Rush! The numb crowd just now jumped up instantly, all looking at Qin Ye’s back in shock. The yin energy of Fu Jun and Yan Luo burst out at the same time, and even a vortex of yin energy formed around them, and even the ground began to become blurred. Qin Ye stared at the Hero Martyrs Temple. Just as their yin energy burst out, two golden ghost fires in the Hero Martyrs Temple lit up at the same time!

"King Zhao Ghost." Qin Ye bowed and said, "I am here to pick you up home."

Rumble... The majestic Yin Qi swept the ground and everyone's hair and clothes flew straight up, and the weeds around were bent over nearly ninety degrees. Their faces ranged from dullness, to shock, to ecstasy, and to now incredible.

The legendary Fujun... and the above...

I... can actually see this grand scene!

So, can these two people... not two ghosts take action personally... they have actually lived with the legendary Yan Luo for several years?

No, no, no...the most important thing is that the result is coming here!

After several years of waiting, from the excitement at the beginning to the desolation of the heart behind, the result is finally coming! King Zhao Ghost? Who is that? No... it doesn't matter, they... can't go out! How could the Fujun and Yan Luo respect these little shrimps? Even if the other party is a ghost, it is possible, maybe, it should be, to save their lives?

After Qin Ye finished speaking, he had three minutes, but no one responded.

He raised his chin at Di Ting, and squirted, and the spear of the gentian bright silver spear suddenly flew out and pierced on the ground. It made a crisp sound.

"Do you still remember it?" Qin Ye said slowly: "Your weapon, the Gentian Silver Spear, is one of the six ghost kings in the underworld, how can you stay in such a place?"

"You are unconscious now, it doesn't matter. The underworld has time to adjust you. Let's go with me..."

Before he finished speaking, the entire mountain shook loudly. With a roar, a figure suddenly rushed out of the Heroes Temple. He rushed to Qin Ye like lightning, picked up the gun, and murmured: "The gentian bright silver spear..."

"What a familiar name..."

"Why...I can't remember...Where did I meet him?"

Qin Ye suppressed the almost screaming excitement in his heart and looked at the other person intently.

This is a man.

And he is a man in modern clothing, wearing camouflage uniforms, about 1.85 meters, with sword eyebrows, starry eyes, a stern nose, and a tall figure. Even the camouflage uniforms cannot cover the other person's bulging muscles. It is not the popular flower beauty now, but a wild and masculine beauty full of aggressiveness.

So handsome... Qin Ye's mouth was lifted, and his hair tightened when he grabbed Di Ting: "This waist, this long legs, this hormone... I'm so handsome that my legs can't even close them?"

"Be serious!" Di Ting stared at the other party: "King Zhao Ghost... It's true... it's him. Look carefully, his eyebrows."
Chapter completed!