The sky is blue above the head, and the sun is endless East China Sea under the feet.

Above the blue waves of thousands of miles, an old man with white hair sat cross-legged on the sea, staring at the distant east.

A man in black robe, who could not see his age, stood quietly beside the old man, holding a big banner in his hand, and wrote a letter to the gods and messengers.

The Youying alien race is not a unified sect, but a consortium of large and large forces. There are also many sects and factions, and only because of the same goals, they unite into a whole.

These people are not all demon-obsessed monks, many of them are ancient schools passed down from ancient times.

The development of the world always "goes from barbarism to civilization", and the same is true for the path of practice. Some schools that were very popular in ancient times, such as "soul refining, corpse refining", etc., were gradually unwilling to be tolerated by the world, lost their living space, and were eventually completely criticized as "evil". However, the disciples and grandchildren were still trying every means to pass on the arts passed down by their ancestors.

This is the case with the old white-haired man and the man in black robe waiting on the sea. The old white-haired man is respected as the "Ancestor of the Netherworld" and learns the art of soul refining. The big banner beside him is the "soul-gathering banner" with a very famous reputation in the path of cultivation.

When the ancient humans, demons, immortals and demons lived in a mixed relationship, the soul gathering banner was a very common weapon in the path of practice. It often appeared in places where evil spirits were rampant. While practicing, it purified the world and was even respected by some people as the "Divine Envoy".

Later, the world gradually became clear and the lonely ghosts were basically extinct. Some monks had a bad idea to create ghosts without ghosts to purify them.

The soul gathering banner is too powerful, and it often kills mortal cities and stores millions of souls. The result is self-evident. It quickly becomes a rat crossing the street that everyone calls and beats, and the "God envoy" also becomes a "Ghost messenger".

The inheritance has reached today, there are only a few monks who use the Soul Gathering Banner, but the popularity has not changed at all. Among the "evil demons and heretics" of the Youying alien race, few people want to learn from their masters and think that this genre is too disgusting.

But the ancestor of Netherworld himself found that there was no harm to the soul refining banner that could harm the heavens and the souls of mortals could not be collected. The cycle of life and death was endless. Killing one after another could only be considered as helping others reincarnation in advance; sending the poor people away in advance, maybe they could become emperor's fetuses in the next life. No matter how vicious it is, it is better than the forbidden area of ​​the Thunder Pool of the righteous monks, and it will never be able to be merciful forever?

Unfortunately, this fallacy cannot be accepted by contemporary practice. The Tao is different and they do not plan for each other. Even the evil demons and heretics are wary of him. They do not notify him of such a big occasion as a surprise attack on the deserted mountains. Instead, they send him to deal with these irrelevant trivial matters.

The man in black robe next to him was named Gongsun Wu, an apprentice of the ancestor Netherworld. Looking at the movements in the east, he spoke:

"Master, here we come. Shangguan Yutang's disciple is here too. If we can earn money together, this trip will be considered a three-killing victory."

"Shangguan Yutang's apprentice is not that easy to take away. As long as you take action, Shangguan Yutang will definitely come to the scene to rescue the situation."

The ancestor of Netherworld took the soul gathering banner and ordered:

"You go around from the side, take Zuo Lingquan away, and leave the others to your teacher. Remember, fight quickly and decide quickly, Shangguan Yutang may come over at any time. If it takes too long, you have to go to Leichi to reminisce about the old friend."

Gongsun Ju nodded respectfully and asked, "The woman who used the fire technique just now should be the Xinfeng of Yuyaozhou. Should she catch them together?"

"The Lord of the Four Directions is backed by heaven and earth and cannot take it away. All we want is divine power, and it is enough to steal the pill."

"The descendants of Xie, Xuanwutai..."

"The superiors did not ask Xie Qiutao to catch him, so it might be useful to him. It would be enough to bring Zuo Lingquan and the Sixiang Shenhou as instructed."

"yes."

Gongsun Wu stopped talking, his body fell into the sea, and silently sneaked to the east...—

The turtle shell wrapped in flames galloped against the sea water, pulling a white groove on the sea surface, spreading to both sides into ripples, and in a moment it had already flown hundreds of miles away.

Shangguan Lingye increased his speed to the extreme, chasing him relentlessly in the rear, gradually getting closer, but he still didn't have enough distance to trap his opponent with magic.

The balls hidden in the collars of the clothes exposed their heads were pressed between the collarbones by the strong sea breeze, and the loose white fluff was blown into a big back.

When he found out that he was about to run out of the continental shelf, Tuanzi might have remembered Longlong's advice, "Jijiji~" and screamed a few times, indicating that the wet nurse could chase him.

Shangguan Lingye remembered this and was probably blocked by the Dragon King when he pursued him again. She quickly raised her hand and took out the dumpling and threw it backwards.

"Ji~"

The speed was too fast, the dumplings lost their balance and hit a series of water drifts on the sea before stopping.

The dumpling flew up with its small wings and looked up. The wet nurse had long disappeared. It dared not chase after it, but turned its head and ran away alone, as if it was sorry for the cultivation of countless dried fish. It hesitated and pretended to fly out slowly, looking like "It's not that the birds are unrighteous, but that the birds are too fat and fly slowly."

It flew more than a hundred feet, and the sound of breaking wind came from behind.

Tuanzi turned his head to check and found Zuo Lingquan stepping on the flying sword and breaking through the air from a distance. There was a petite girl standing on the pipa next to her.

"Jiji!"

Tuanzi quickly turned around and flew over, hitting Zuo Lingquan's arms.

Zuo Lingquan was chasing the sword, but was already thrown away a long distance, and even the waves raised on the sea surface could not be distinguished. As for the pleasure boat, it was too large and was not as fast as his single sword, so it was left behind.

Zuo Lingquan saw the dumpling and knew that he had chased him too far. He stopped and took out the Tiandun sign and reminded him:

"Grandmaster, stop chasing me, be careful to meet monsters in Shanghai."

But this sea area is not a waterway, and the Sky Escape Tower of the Nine Sects does not cover it and cannot be connected at all.

Xie Qiutao crossed the sea and knew how dangerous it was. Not only were there monsters a hundred times denser than land, but also wild cultivators hiding on isolated islands overseas. If they bump into one, they would have something big to do.

Xie Qiutao also stopped and said, "Shangguan Fairy has a high level of cultivation. It should be fine to chase thousands of miles. Let's stop joining in the fun. It will be over when we catch up."

Zuo Lingquan knew that the speed gap was too big and it was meaningless to chase him, but he was worried that Shangguan Lingye would chase him relentlessly.

He was about to ask Xie Qiutao to take Tuanzi back to the pleasure boat and follow him to the scene just in case. But at this moment, a biting cold air suddenly came from a very far away overseas, as if the door of the Invincible Purgatory was open there, and countless souls of unjust death surged into the world, and the shrill and resentful aura rushed into the sky.

The two of them calmed down at the same time, and even the sea under their feet seemed to fall into silence, and the world became a little dim.

Zuo Lingquan's face changed slightly, and he looked up at the overseas. The distance was too far and he could not see anything.

Xie Qiutao is good at exorcizing ghosts and exorcizing demons, and is very familiar with this taste, but this gloomy ghost energy is too strong, even suppressing the sunny sky. Her eyes were stunned:

"Is this the gate of ghosts open? How could there be such a heavy yin energy?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't know the reason, but knew that Shangguan Lingye had been tricked to lure the enemy, so he threw the dumpling to Xie Qiutao and rushed overseas:

"You go back to the pleasure boat."

Xie Qiutao knew that she was worth it, and she didn't think Zuo Lingquan had the ability to deal with it. She said anxiously:

"Don't go over, the yin energy is too heavy, and you will be distracted if you can't walk in front of you... Be careful!"

Actually, there is no need to remind Xie Qiutao.

Zuo Lingquan walked with his sword, his eyes set overseas, and did not relax his vigilance towards the surrounding areas. After all, Shangguan Lingye could be ambushed, so there might not be no enemies around him.

As soon as Zuo Lingquan flew out not far, he noticed a faint spiritual fluctuation under the sea surface. Without thinking, he raised his height and raised his hand to pinch his hands, and nine ice swords appeared around him.

At the same time, the sea below exploded, and a water column rushed out of the water and crashed into Zuo Lingquan in mid-air.

There are countless objects wandering in the water flow. If you look closely, you will find that there are pale faces of drowning water ghosts. The ghost claws stretch out like dense water plants, grabbing Zuo Lingquan's legs.

"town!"

Zuo Lingquan reacted very quickly. At the exit of the word "Zhen", nine ice swords fluctuated rapidly, and the invisible downward force spread, instantly causing the condensed water to collapse and fall back to the sea.

However, the Demon-Sealing Sword Formation only disturbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and cannot limit the body and soul. The sea water dissipates and falls, and the dense ghost phantoms still pounce on Zuo Lingquan's feet.

Zuo Lingquan's legs did not touch anything, but felt an indescribable severe pain coming from the depths of his mind, as if his body was torn from the inside, and he could not break free at all, so he could only fall down along the tearing; his soul shaking, and the fear in his heart began to surge, and hallucinations appeared directly. The deep sea below seemed to be filled with wailing corpses.

Zuo Lingquan did not know the magic of soul and thunder, but it was not without the way to deal with it. He bit the tip of his tongue and kept awake, raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, his eyes were fierce, and the sword intent that was shocked by gods and ghosts burst out, and the pulling force below quickly subsided.

But the water ghost under his feet is not a wild ghost. It is obvious that someone controls and drives it away, and he does not scatter and escapes in fear of the sword intent.

Zuo Lingquan held the hilt of the sword and was ready to go. In other words, he pretended to behave. He could not really shoot the ghost under his feet. He could only use his momentum to suppress the water ghost and look for an opponent hidden under the water.

Seeing that he could not get rid of it and was about to be pulled into the sea, Zuo Lingquan wanted to forcibly condense the sea surface under his feet into solid ice. At this moment, a sound suddenly came from his ear:

"clang"

The sound was crisp and clear, shaking the mind, as if he had a whip deep in the mind, which directly shocked Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan woke up instantly and looked at the sea again. The illusion of floating corpse at the bottom of the sea disappeared without a trace, and the gloomy ghost energy disappeared.

Deep underwater, a man in black robe holding a brass bell was looking at him coldly...
Chapter completed!