Chapter 929: Bone Evil Wind

Chapter 929: Bone Eating Evil Wind

I thought I would never see each other in my life, but I didn't expect that there would be a time to meet again today.

"This Lei Cheng only needs to be strong enough! I am worried that he is too weak and can't even crack the first layer of this seal!"

Fang Yue's eyes flickered.

He wants to use the hands of the saint who is the organizer of the Big Dipper to open these layers of seals.

"What's the matter? Why do you pass the letter to me?"

Although Lei Cheng looked at Leiluo's eyes harshly, there was also a hint of gentleness.

Lei Luo is his direct bloodline. Although Lei Cheng has hundreds of descendants, there are not many people who stand up for it.

Lei Luo is one of Lei Cheng's few optimistic children!

If it hadn't, he wouldn't have a gentle smell in his eyes.

"Return to Master! I am waiting to find a place near here, which is suspected to be a place of demon sealing!"

Reluo responded, full of breath.

"Huh? Suspected?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Lei Cheng's tone. There were many suspected places in this gorge. If he needed to personally explore every place, wouldn't he be exhausted?

What Lei Cheng wanted was a firm answer.

Rather than such ambiguous guesses.

Leiluo couldn't help but sweat!

She forgot the temperament and temperament of her master, and she had a slight loss in speech.

"It's not a suspicion, but this place is indeed the land of demons!"

Gu Cheng took the initiative to stand up and said to Lei Cheng sonorously.

"and who are you?"

Lei Cheng was very displeased with Gu Cheng's offense. If he couldn't say one reason, even if he has now broken through to the level of Yin-Yang realm, he would still be punished severely!

"Gu Cheng, Master's registered disciple, I have heard Master preaching three times. This time I asked Senior Sister to notify Master. If this place is not a place of demonization, I will apologize with a human head!"

Gu Cheng is neither overbearing nor overbearing, and the other disciples secretly pinched a cold sweat for him!

Saint Lei Cheng is moody.

All the disciples trembled when facing Lei Cheng.

Even if they are all disciples of Saint Lei Cheng, if he is unhappy, they will be given to death.

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

"You discovered this magical land? What proof do you have?"

Seeing Gu Cheng's calm expression, Saint Lei Cheng felt that this little guy must have something to rely on. If his judgment is correct, what if he is offended?

That was the fairy liquid, even if it was the lowest grade 9 fairy liquid, it was enough for him to break through one or two small realms!

"There is an evil wind in this place!"

Gu Cheng's voice was affirmative.

Lei Cheng was slightly startled, he looked at Gu Cheng in amazement, he naturally heard about this evil wind.

It is said that the place where the saint fell, if the sage raises the corpse, it will be accompanied by an evil wind! This wind can swallow life essence, like a demon like a miasma.

If you encounter the evil wind, there must be a saint buried nearby.

When Lei Cheng heard the four words of Bone Eating Evil Wind, he believed Gu Cheng's words by 80%.

"Gu Cheng, how did you know this evil wind?"

Lei Cheng asked. He felt that there was something weird in this. Among his registered disciples, Gu Cheng was not outstanding, and even to Lei Cheng, this Lei Cheng just looked familiar and couldn't even remember his name.

Such a disciple, according to the disciple, does not have the potential to stand up after being broken, and can be promoted to the level of Yin-Yang realm during the expedition.

And he is even less qualified to come into contact with such secret things as the Evil Wind.

Gu Cheng had already expected Lei Cheng's doubts.

"This evil wind is the record I saw in an ancient book in the library. If I remember it in my heart, if I see it today, I can recognize it at a glance. That ancient book is called The Legend of the Immortal, which records the death of a saint. But before the resurrection, there was an evil wind that eats up life and reverses Yin and Yang!"

Gu Cheng talked freely without panic.

There is indeed a book about this stranger's biography, and the resurrection of the saint is also recorded.

However, there is no description of the evil wind.

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

This lie also requires technology, and it is often impossible to believe it.

Nine truths and one false make people believe!

Sure enough, Gu Cheng even said the title of the book, and Lei Cheng no longer had any doubts.

Gu Cheng is leading the way, while Lei Cheng is looking around, observing the surrounding geomancy topography. He is alive and old. Even if he is not proficient, he will study the geomancy formation.

Lei Cheng is entry-level in formation and feng shui, but with the eyesight of the saint, the doorways he can see from this feng shui terrain are not too few.

Funeral sky, funeral place, funeral!

Lei Cheng became more frightened as he watched. The Yin Qi in this place was so heavy that even the saint would feel cold all over.

Of course, this was not because Lei Cheng had a cold and fever, but because the level of Yin Qi was too high, and even the saint would be infested.

"Stop!"

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

Not because he is scared! But because of this place, there seems to be a different feeling hidden.

It seems that there is a pair of invisible eyes watching him in secret.

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

The cold air entered his body, and Lei Cheng's body suddenly became stiff, and a faint layer of frost had even condensed on the surface of his skin.

"Lei Guang!"

Lei Cheng hardly hesitated.

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

The black palm disappeared.

With a bang, a bottomless hole exploded under Lei Cheng's feet.

Lei Cheng's heart palpitations slightly, he is a saint, how could he be approached silently by people?

I moved my body a little, and clicked, the sound of clicking came from the bones and joints.

The faint frost on his body gradually shattered, but Lei Cheng still felt that his body was a little sore and soft, as if a mortal scholar who had rarely exercised ran for three kilometers.

Lei Cheng understood that this was not an illusion, this time he was really hit.

The claw just now was a ghost claw, which sucked a lot of Yang Qi from his body in a short moment.

The weak yang is naturally an invasion of evil.

If it weren’t for ten or eight years of retreat, it is estimated that the Yang Qi lost this time would be difficult to replenish.

Lei Cheng felt melancholy in his heart.

Having been a saint for so many years, it was the first time this was so miserable.

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

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

"Huh? No! Gu Cheng, why this ghost is just attacking me, while you stand by my side but are safe."

With a move of Lei Cheng's heart, he found that there was a problem with Gu Cheng!

Gu Cheng smiled: "Perhaps my cultivation base is low, this ghost looks down on it! After all, that ghost is a saint-level ghost, so dealing with it has reduced his status!"

Gu Cheng's explanation is almost perfect!

Even if he was suspicious, Cheng couldn't find the flaw.

The saint is arrogant, born as a male, and dead as a ghost!

The saint is the saint who has his own morals. Lei Cheng is thinking, if one day, he dies, he is afraid that he will be like a ghost!

Lei Cheng has a dream.

At this time, a black ghost floated.

Among these ghosts, even the weakest of the cultivation realm is the Yin-Yang realm, the slightly stronger is the leader level, and the three-headed saint-level ghost is headed. There is a layer of cold air all over their body surface.

The one who shot Lei Cheng just now was obviously one of these three saint-level ghosts.

Lei Cheng is like an enemy.

He knows that this world burial is not easy to mess with.

But I didn't expect it to be so difficult to provoke!

The sage Shouzuo, this is how much power and aura to be in his lifetime.

"Catch him and feed me! After so many years, the eleven nasty altars have finally been moved! I broke the seal and needed a lot of energy and blood to nourish. The flesh and blood of the saint is my best tonic !"

A faint voice rang out in the void.

That voice is terrifying!

This is the sealed magic general coming out!

The top existence among the saints!

Hearing this sound, Lei Cheng's legs trembled!

Three-headed saint-level ghosts are already difficult to deal with.

Add another demon commander who has been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and Lei Cheng is about to give up.

"Hands, clear out all the disciples of the organizer of the Beidou Fight outside!"

Fang Yue ordered, his voice was low!

The eight-armed saint and Haye didn't care about why Fang Yue, in a small world, actually gave orders to the two saints at this time. Now, the three parties are grasshoppers on the same rope. If the Beidou fights The organizer of Xianye dominates, fearing that none of them can get out of this gorge.

It's just a group of small ants in a rotating environment.

For eight-armed saints, killing them is effortless.

As for the dignity of the saint, the eight-armed saint does not care.

Even his life is almost gone, what dignity is still talking about, this thing is hypocritical!

The disciples of the organizer of the Big Dipper were all knocked out and sent to Fang Yue's hands!

"Next, what are you going to do?"

The eight-armed saint doesn't know what Fang Yue wants the disciples of the organizer of the Big Dipper to do?

Simply venting anger?

It seems that it is not that they are wronged, and the debts are the masters. The ones who really bully them are the powerhouses above the saint level, and the rotation realm is only a small one.

Even if they were all dead, they couldn't destroy the plan of the organizer of the Battle of the Beidou.

"I have an altar called the Altar of Blood. It needs to be sacrificed to perform various methods. The stronger the living beings sacrificed during their lifetime, the greater the power of this altar to sacrifice!"

Fang Yue patiently explained that this is not the time to hide the clumsy.

As for the fact that he has a blood altar, the eight-armed saint and Hay will know sooner or later. Instead of letting them know through other channels, it is better to show it openly!

In this way, it seems open and honest, but it can strengthen the trust between the two parties.

Sure enough, when Fang Yue said this, the eyes of the eight-armed saint lit up.

"Blood Altar? I didn't expect that the Blood Altar, one of the eight auxiliary altars, would eventually fall into your hands!"

Fang Yue smiled slightly.

Give acquiescence to the blood altar.