In hell, the magic qin Meng Hun, with his back against the mural gate, and his eyes closed and crossed. Xiao Luo, Wuer and the mysterious white sedan were opposite him.

There was no trace of fighting in this Hell Cave. At this time, for some reason, the two sides seemed to have formed a rather delicate balance.

Silence, silent for a while.

The void next to the white sedan chair suddenly fluctuated. One red and one black, one man and one woman, two figures appeared. They were two cultivators in the lower realm of Fire Tribulation, and they belonged to the dragon and phoenix tribes. As soon as they appeared, they hurriedly knelt on one knee in front of the sedan chair.

"Repay the third young master, there is only this road and no other entrance! However, my subordinates are still sending people to investigate with all their might and repay them at any time." The man from the dragon clan said respectfully.

"Yes!" The third young master of Ziyou City in the sedan responded softly, as if the reward of the dragon man was dispensable.

The ink-colored wind chime in front of the white sedan suddenly shook slightly, but there was no sound. The feeling was extremely strange.

Xiao Luo naturally heard the reward of the Dragon Clan of Ziyou City, and couldn't help but curl up his lips and smiled coldly. But he didn't know what the meaning contained in this smile, whether it was Xiao Ziyou City or the Xiao Mo Qin Meng Hun.

"Mao Qin, how are you thinking?" Xiao Luo looked at Meng Hun.

"Did I say I want to consider it?" Moqin Meng Hun lifted his eyes. Although his face was tired, his eyes were still clear, and he looked at Xiao Luo coldly.

"You have no choice! At present, there is only one passage in hell, probably behind you." Xiao Luo pointed to the mural door behind Meng Hun, and the demon bell above his head kept rotating.

"So what's up behind me? If you have the ability, you can break through! Why bother to explore others? Why wait?" Meng Hun's slender fingers gently placed on the strings of the guqin. Only then could you see Meng Hun's right hand, and there were already traces of blood.

"Magic piano, your strings have been broken and you have killed countless times. You are seriously injured at this time and are at the end of your strength. Why should you resist stubbornly?"

"The strings of the piano are broken, and I will resist stubbornly? Haha!" Meng Hun couldn't help laughing, and then two cold lights shot out in his eyes, "As long as one string is there, I, Meng Hun, have millions of soldiers. Don't think that if I retreat here, I will have no choice but to you! I just want to take advantage of the great power of hell, Mie, etc."

"For tens of thousands of years, anyone who disturbs the peace of hell will die." A strange light flashed in Meng Hun's eyes.

"You haven't seen these many ice corpses, and they will never melt for thousands of years. There is no chance of life at all? The boy in the mysterious ice. If I guess correctly, it is the ghost boy who is a master of the Immortal Ghost Sect from 30,000 years ago! People from the Immortal Ghost Sect cannot step into hell! Today, whether it is the remnants of the Taihuang or Ziyou City, they will definitely be buried here. There will be no return!"

"Hmph!" After hearing Meng Hun's words, Xiao Luo sneered, "Meng Hun, why do you deceive yourself? Let me ask. Who has been able to enter the gate of hell for nine thousand years? Now, when I have arrived at this cave, it means that you are no longer able to defend against the enemy. Otherwise, why should we be concerned about each other? You will not regret working with us."

"Working with the demon, I, Meng Hun, will undoubtedly be so stupid?" Meng Hun sneered, then looked at the mysterious white sedan chair, and the natural meaning in my words was pointed.

To be honest, Meng Hun never expected that the people from Ziyou City would suddenly appear at the foot of Youming Mountain, and not only were there elites from the Dragon and Phoenix tribes, but also the mysterious third young master who was invincible in Hei Shui back then.

The third young master of Ziyou City and Taihuang Demon Cultivator stood together, which was something that almost no sea-waste monk could believe. You must know that Ziyou Taihuang's life and death enemy was incompatible with water and fire. The chaos of the illusion flowers was equivalent to destroying Taihuang Gate. The one that Taihuang Gate hated the most was Ziyou City.

But this is how something strange happened. Xiao Luo and the third young master of Ziyoucheng stood together. The magic Qin Meng Hun was confused for a moment.

Although the three young masters' sedan chair has just arrived and has not taken action. However, Meng Hun knows what danger these three young masters are. Over the past two hundred years, although Meng Hun's cultivation has improved, Meng Hun is still far different compared to Xuanxian.

Back then, Qing Mozi, Chen Yan, Grandma Qianhua and others attacked the third son. Before the third son could get out of the sedan chair, the wind chime would kill all directions. If it weren't for the last moment, Amu would have gone wild, that day, the third son would have been in charge of everything.

"Silly?" The third young master Ziyou who had been silent in the white sedan finally spoke, "In the three realms, there are people who say I am stupid. Is it ridiculous?" The third young master Ziyou City's voice is still magnetic, and it seems to have a different kind of magic.

"Meng Hun!" The third young master of Ziyou City suddenly paused, and then his voice sank slightly, "Since you refuse to cooperate, then as long as you speak the Ghost Saint Spell, I will spare you!"

"Ghost Holy Curse?" A strange color flashed in Meng Hun's eyes, and then he smiled coldly, "I have already said that I, Meng Hun, never knows what Ghost Holy Curse."

"Meng Hun, it's meaningless to hide it in front of me? You are the number one master of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the son of the Ghost Saint, and the bloodline of the Tianzhou. Before the Ghost Saint died, he would definitely leave the most important spell to you." The third young master Ziyou said.

"The No. 1 Master of the Immortal Ghost Sect? The Son of the Ghost Saint?" Meng Hun said disdainfully, "I thought the Third Young Master Zi You knew everything, but it seemed that it was just that."

"If you know everything, you should know that there is no name on the Life and Death Book of the Menghun Immortal Ghost Sect, and you are not a member of the Immortal Ghost Sect at all. My Menghun only heard of having a mother, but never a father. When the soul scatters are complete, the nine clones will be dispersed. On the day of the tribulation, the flesh and blood will be reborn. The ghost saint of the Immortal Ghost Sect has no connection with me."

"Oh!" The voice of the third young master of Ziyou City was meaningful, "Meng Hun of the Demon Qin is indeed amazing! Your mind is absolutely comparable to that of people."

"Thank you, the third son, for the praise!" Meng Hun said.

"However, the ghost saint's spell will definitely fall on you. Because the ghost saint will not pass on such a spell, it is probably the biggest secret of the Immortal Ghost Sect. When the ghost saint dies, the smoke will not be in the black water. The darker is the soul placed in the ghost body, and the ghost saint will not pass on the spell to him. Therefore, the ghost saint will only pass on to you. If you do not recognize him as a father, it does not mean that he does not recognize you as a son." The third young master of Ziyou City's voice was low, but it was clear and clear, and it was as if he saw it in person.

"Chen Yan is dead!" At this time, Xiao Luo suddenly inserted.

"What?" Meng Hun raised his eyebrows, "Who can kill her above the sea desolation?"

"She fought against the Emperor of Taihuang and used secret techniques, but her life expectancy seemed to be not much!" Xiao Luo said lightly.

"Shenyan!" Meng Hun frowned, and didn't say much, but his cheeks twitched slightly. Finally, he looked at Xiao Luo coldly and said word by word, "Amu, you will kill everyone in Taihuang! If he can't, I will do it!"

"But, I'm living, it's too wasteland!" Xiao Luo's murderous intent flashed, and he looked back at Meng Hun.

"Meng Hun, I'll ask you one last time, do you say you won't talk about the Ghost Saint Spell, and can you open the passage in this cave!" The third young master Ziyou no longer had patience.

Because he had not received a secret report from Lang Wu about the Battle of Brahma in the East Ridge, and there was no news about the Taodu tree demon sent by the ancient demon clan to pursue Ming'er.

"I won't say the Ghost Saint Spell!" Meng Hun's tone suddenly became very different from what he had just said. Perhaps it was Chen Yan's death that touched him.

"But those who enter the Netherworld will die!"

"Oh?" The third young master of Ziyou City suddenly chuckled, "Meng Hun, do you admit that the Ghost Saint passed the spell to you? Now, you are probably the only Tianzhou bloodline in the sea desolate China."

Give me a spell, that is the redemption of the Ghost Saint for his sins and has nothing to do with my bloodline. Because he killed my mother! I should thank the pair of Tianhu for helping me.”

Meng Hun's eyes flashed with hatred that never ended for nine thousand years. Although the ghost saint's remnant soul came in desolate on that night more than a hundred years ago and explained everything to him, including the secret of the Netherworld Hell, Meng Hun could not let go.

That night, the aura of immortals and demons was everywhere above the black water. However, except for the powerful man like Meng Hun, no one knew what kind of power it was?

The entire Black Water Holy Land seems to be imprisoned.

In the Shura fog, Meng Hun at the foot of Netherworld Mountain can see through everything. Through the layers of fog, Meng Hun saw Hu Qing and Yuhun, which were a pair of supreme heavenly foxes.

Such an existence, even Meng Hun, who has the bloodline of Tianzhou, is beyond the reach of the world and can only look up. If the pair of Tianhun wanted to flatten the black water or enter hell, Meng Hun would probably have to watch Wang Jue at that time.

Fortunately, that night, the sky fox circled in the void for a long time, but did not start a large-scale killing.

Only, on the top of the Netherworld Mountain, the Ghost Saint soars into the sky. To be precise, it was not a battle, because the Ghost Saint had no ability to resist and was directly killed.

At the same time, a wisp of ghost saint was about to scatter the remaining soul that had not dissipated, and he bowed to the underworld outside the Shura fog. He did not worship Meng's soul, but to kneel down to worship Gui Ruyan.

At that time, the ghost saint was speechless and Meng Hun could not speak.

The ghost saint's remnant soul bowed silently to the Shura Mist.

A tear should not have it, but it dissipates in the wind. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, novels are better, updated and faster!

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