The First Sword of the Earth

The empty city of Fengdu was shaking constantly, the flames outside the city stretched across the sky, and the sound of explosions echoed everywhere.

The ghost soldiers on the city wall and outside the city gate watched this scene expressionlessly. Although they were intelligent, they only knew how to fight, but they couldn't understand or think.

In the shortest possible time, the bomber formation poured its firepower into the gap between Fengdu City and the 18th floor of hell.

The violent explosion lasted for half a minute, and puffs of black smoke rose up. The ghosts that were already damaged by more than 30% were completely destroyed at this time.

Qing Yanzi made a gesture, and the two elders of Di Yinzong held the black and white ghost banners in their hands and shook them gently. Tens of thousands of ghost soldiers jumped down from the top of the city, and rushed forward in a dense mass.

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

The eleven people each agreed, and Mu Wanxuan naturally followed the master, and Yan Zhengnan acted together.

As the female soldier in the combat readiness team at the transfer station who was in charge of passing the news to Wang Sheng said, the battle situation was very stable, and it could be said that the tactical goal was accomplished in an orderly manner.

The unmanned aerial vehicle formation that poured out its firepower has begun to return to the voyage. The "support" front line from the transfer station to here is too long, which is actually a big hidden danger.

These twelve masters took their own shots and wiped out all the 'black-skinned' evil spirits who 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 breath, and Yin energy.

An eminent monk watched the direction of the black air, frowning slightly, as if he had discovered something.

"Amitabha, there is one thing that the old monk doesn't understand. Why did the evil spirits left behind by these fierce souls not completely dissipate, but gathered towards the eighteenth level of hell?"

The second elder of the Diyin Sect pondered for a while, and then said solemnly: "The eighteen hells have many mysteries, and the remnants of these fierce ghosts should go to fill up the broken formation of the eighteen hells."

Hearing the conversation between these two, several Taoist priests also found some abnormalities.

In fact, they all discovered just now that when these fierce ghosts were bombed, puffs of black smoke formed like clouds and floated to the eighteenth level of hell, where they were absorbed by the eighteenth level of hell.

This situation is somewhat disturbing.

But at this time, the 18th floor of hell has quieted down again, and there are no vicious ghosts emerging, and the Taoist priests gradually dispelled the doubts in their hearts.

They still have to go under the 18th level of hell to check. The path to the bottom of the 18th level of hell is in the 18th level of hell. It is impossible to fall in the rifts on both sides. Barrier barrier.

What lies beneath the eighteen layers of hell 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 quietly. After the mana is full, don't delay any longer, and immediately enter the eighteenth level of hell."

"It doesn't matter what Daoist said is good, no one knows when Xianguang will come again."

"I don't know if there is anything unusual outside the ghost gate."

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

Mu Wanxuan blinked curiously, she seemed to have a bracelet like this too, and she didn't know where to throw it away.

Soon, Qing Yanzi and the others retreated to the city gate, and sat cross-legged on the gate tower, each slowly recovering mana.

Mu Wanxuan recovered her mana the fastest among the twelve, she recovered her mana completely in almost a moment, and the 'cake-shaped' golden elixir was extremely powerful.

But others are about to recover slowly, especially Qing Yanzi, although the power of pure yang is quite fierce, it is really difficult to absorb enough pure yang vitality in the underworld.

Another half an hour later, tens of thousands of ghost soldiers gathered in front of Fengdu City, quietly waiting for their fate to arrive.

Qing Yanzi asked: "Can the method of talisman soldiers survive in Maoshan and Longhushan?"

"It's recorded in the secret book of the heavenly master, but it needs to be cultivated by an immortal to perform it," Zhang Zikuang replied with a smile, "There should be similar talisman soldiers in the Taoist inheritance of Maoshan."

"Yes, there are, but it takes an immortal to cast them, and the talisman soldiers summoned are useless," Taoist Master Qiancheng Maoshan shook his head, "It's quite tasteless."

The two elders of the Diyin Sect looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

It was still Qing Yanzi who said with a smile: "This trip to the underworld is thanks to the help of the two elders of the Diyin Sect and the secret treasure. I will ask the two elders to give advice in time later, so that we will not encounter any dangerous situation."

The two elders hurriedly said, "Naturally, naturally", as if entering the eighteenth level of hell is just "a common occurrence".

Several Taoists who had almost recovered began to discuss and chat. Qing Yanzi saw that the atmosphere was getting better, so he continued to close his eyes and focus on recovering his own state.

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

The slightly raised corners of her mouth caused the Taoist masters to take a second look, and then softly praised her without saying a word, worthy of 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 Xianqun swayed slightly, and she frowned and stared in the direction of the 18th floor of hell.

Zhang Zikuang immediately asked, "What's the matter? Did you hear that senior call again?"

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

‘The balance of yin and yang in the eighteen levels of hell seems to have been broken by something. The yin energy is too strong, and the already weak yang energy has begun to be squeezed out of the eighteen levels of hell. '

Closing her eyes, Mu Wanxuan sensed again, and typed another line.

'Come up. '

up? What's up?

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

"Is there another fairy light?"

"Another ban has been opened?"

Several Taoist masters immediately flew into the air, looking towards the direction of the 18th floor of hell.

But there is no fairy light rushing out, and there is no shadow of ghosts...

The shaking of the earth became more and more intense. Suddenly, several old-fashioned words sounded from the bottom of their hearts, and the 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 touch our vitality, no one can! No one can—'

The roar mixed with male and female voices was a bit shrill, and the Daoist minds of the Taoist masters were a bit uncontrollable!

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

The crater trembled slightly, and black shadows flew out suddenly. They were ghosts, they had dealt with them before, and their individual strength was equivalent to that of a monk in the Void Core Realm.

At this time, hundreds of them flew out directly!

After the ghosts, black-skinned evil spirits jumped out one by one, thousands in number, and they rushed towards Fengdu City like crazy.

Master Yidao said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the ban on the seventh floor has also been broken?"

An emergency call suddenly came from Qingyanzi's bracelet: "Don't say anything! A sudden energy reaction that has never been detected in the eighteenth floor of hell! The breath fluctuation is far above the Golden Core Realm!"

Far above the Golden Core Realm?

"Retreat, retreat to the city first!"

Qing Yanzi shouted anxiously, but as soon as he finished speaking, a strong black air rose into the sky!

The black air crashed into the eleven halls suspended above, but was repelled by a blue light that appeared below the hall.

In the blink of an eye, the black air condensed into a 20 to 30 meter long arm. The thick arm was covered with purple scales, and he pressed his backhand to the outside of the crater, grabbing a few black-skinned evil spirits directly. Then retracted into the crater.

A scalp-numbing chewing sound directly appeared in the bottom of twelve people.

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

"Don't talk too much, what should we do?" Zhang Zikuang asked straightforwardly, "Do you want to apply for nuclear support?"

"What if the fierce soul from below is blown out?" Qing Yanzi asked back, and then frowned with his hands behind his back.

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

When he raises his hand and grabs it, several black-skinned ghosts will be devoured by him.

"Let's retreat," Qing Yanzi said, "Let this big thing go to Huangquan Road, and then explode him."

"good."

"Facing this thing, it's really scary."

The individual nodded slightly, and immediately started to turn around and gallop, entering the city of Fengdu.

They are not stupid, and they are obviously not able to deal with evil spirits of this level, and judging from the ideas conveyed by this giant ghost in their hearts, 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 were possessed by demons?

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

'Want to go? It seems that I can't go anymore, some strange little guys. '

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

But I saw a lone black figure appearing in front of me at some point, it was wrapped in black air, and it stared at Qing Yanzi with a pair of cold and stern eyes.

The old-fashioned voice was quite ear-piercing.

"Tsk tsk, who should I eat first?"