The City God Incense and Fire God Realm, the dilapidated and old palaces and buildings and the dry earth like yellow sand.

The sky is dim and dark, and the surroundings are boundless darkness. At this moment, the gate of the Ghost is open to the Yin-Yang Road, and gusts of yin and yang wind blow from the Yin-Yang Road. In the ruins of the City God Realm, a team of sending off their brides hurried to the terrifying road and entrance where the Yin-Yang wind keeps blowing.

The ones who sent off the bride were all evil spirits. The little ghosts in front were playing the suona quickly, and their steps were flying, as if something was chasing them behind them.

Eight tall evil ghosts carried the red sedan chair and walked quickly, trying to go to the underworld from there. The sedan chair was inserted with Tongming Xiang, which was about a foot long and a thumb-thick, before. The fragrance burned and drifted into the distance. It was this Tongming Xiang that opened the gate of ghosts.

At this time, the entrance of the incense god realm in the distance came again. I immediately saw Nie Xiaoqian rushing in with the most elite thirty or forty of the hundred ghosts, and all the others were left outside.

As soon as Nie Xiaoqian flew in, she immediately turned into a ray of black smoke and disappeared. When she appeared again, she stood on the red sedan chair of eight people. The other ghosts surrounded her, each performing their own duties to guard Nie Xiaoqian.

"Hundreds of ghosts walk at night! The ghosts of sentient beings!"

His fingers were flying, and Nie Xiaoqian pinched a curse and pressed it on the top of the sedan chair, and a black aperture shook out.

"Walk!"

The black demonic aura spread and flowed, and all the ghosts were connected into one, and I immediately saw that the speed of walking was several times faster.

The suona ghost is in front and the sedan chair is in the middle. On both sides are the evil Shura ghosts and hanged ghosts with only half of their bodies left. The remaining hundreds of ghosts are following behind, passing through the central avenue of the ancient Divine Realm Spirit City, and then stepping onto the yellow sand land against the cold wind.

At this moment, Yan Chixia and Qi Jinpeng jumped down together, and rushed to the top of the Divine Realm City God Hall in a few strokes. After opening the Ghost Gate, they looked around with the cold wind blowing in the air.

From a distance, I saw Nie Xiaoqian using the technique of walking around the night with hundreds of ghosts, and with all the ghosts, he quickly fled towards the entrance of the underworld. At this moment, the distance was not far away.

"I want to escape? It's not that easy!"

Yan Chixia was prepared for a long time.

Waving his hand, he saw sword monuments rising from the ground at the edge of the entire City God Spirit Realm, surrounding the entire City God Spirit Realm.

But the stone tablet looked a little strange, and looked like a paper stone tablet.

That's right, this is the stone tablet of Qi Jinpeng and Shutong. The talisman depicted by Yan Chixia was originally only the size of a palm, but was then sent to the divine realm by opening an altar to burn sacrifices. This is exactly what they have been busy with these days. It is equivalent to a one-time formation made, and it has timeliness, but it is enough to use it here.

"Yin and Yang Qi Sword Formation!"

Qi Jinpeng holds the Yang flag, Shutong holds the Yin flag, Yan Chixia sits in the center.

On each stone tablet, you can see sword energy soaring into the sky, extracting spiritual energy from the world and gathering towards Yan Chixia. Yan Chixia, standing on the City God Hall, was like the master of all the sword energy in heaven and earth. All the long swords transformed by various sword energy around surrendered to him.

The dense sword energy continued to grow, and as Yan Chixia, who was standing on the high place, swept towards the ghost sending her brides like rain.

On the eight-lifting sedan chair, you can see the dark golden runes constantly moving, so you can learn that the grandma inside is not at ease and try her best to rush out from it.

Nie Xiaoqian sat on the big red sedan chair, looked up at the sword formation carrying the mighty power of the sky with all her might, and tried her best to mobilize the strength of her whole body to fight. The ghost energy surged, and the black smoke kept pouring towards the Yin Fan in her hand.

In an instant, the iron skeleton and the treasure fan that painted the Yinshi Mountains and Rivers on the fan suddenly rose to nearly twenty meters, like a mountain, and it was smashing towards the sword formation.

"Boom!"

The sword energy fell from the sky, and continued to shoot on the Yin Fan, making a deafening and dense sound of gold and iron interlacing. The sand and dust on the earth were stirred up, and the radius of a hundred meters was sank into ashes.

The sword energy was exhausted, and in the end Nie Xiaoqian was unable to do so. The entire team of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Crashed out directly, and the Hundred Ghosts scattered and fell all over the ground, and everyone was severely injured.

Although Nie Xiaoqian blocked Yan Chixia's move, she could see the devils formed by the gathering of the hundreds of ghosts at night.

Half of the elite of the hundred ghosts were gone, and Nie Xiaoqian could no longer make the Guishui Yinfeng Formation. It was not the opponent of Yan Chixia, who was the killing talent, and he could not withstand the sword formation.

The situation is changing easily, unlike Lanruo Temple. At this moment, Yan Chixia is the one who occupies the right time and place, but Nie Xiaoqian has no way of Yan Chixia's former means of breaking out of the siege.

Nie Xiaoqian and Bai Gui were completely trapped in a desperate situation. The Ghost Gate and Yin-Yang Road were close at hand, but they could not rush through it.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the sound of suona and drum blowing came faintly from the other end of the Yin-Yang Road. The louder footsteps and the laughter and strange cry of the evil ghost servants came out from afar. The creepy voice made Nie Xiaoqian and others look happy.

"It's the brigade of the Wude Death City that welcomes the bride, they are waiting for us in the underworld!" The evil Shura ghost Zhu Zhong was just in despair, and when he heard this voice, he burst into laughter.

Everyone thought about the Yin-Yang Road that was constantly blowing out by the Yin-Yang Road, and could even vaguely see the terrifying shadows of ghosts and gods coming from the lower Yin-Yang World in the underworld in the distance, which was coming to greet them.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"It's saved now!"

"We don't have to die!"

The hundreds of ghosts quickly stood up and fled towards the Yin-Yang Road, trying to meet the bride-welcoming team of the Wude Death City.

Yan Chixia, who was in the sky, looked at the ghosts with a cold face, changed her gesture and pinched a spell again. Thousands of sword energy gathered into a giant sword and fell from the sky.

Suddenly, the Yin-Yang Road opened by Tongmingxiang collapsed, and the endless stream of Yin-Yang wind broke out.

This sword cut off the Yin-Yang Road, cut off the Life and Death Gate, and completely cut off Nie Xiaoqian's way.

Nie Xiaoqian stood before the broken Yin-Yang Road, her hair spread out, turned her head and looked at the sword immortal dressed as a scholar in the distance with a pale face: "Yan Chixia! Do you have to kill all the people?"

Yan Chixia sat cross-legged in the sky, and countless sword lights followed him, her face was not as tender as she was, but she was completely cold.

"yes!"

The sword light fell like rain and headed towards Nie Xiaoqian and others.

At this time, from the broken Yin-Yang Road, a giant palm suddenly poked out from the lower layer and hit the sky, directly dispersing Yan Chixia's sword energy.

There are extremely fierce and powerful ghosts and gods who open the Yin-Yang Road from the underworld on the back of the underworld, and lead to the upper realm.

The terrifying black clouds filled the entire sky. It was the power of ghosts and gods belonging to the old demon of the Black Mountain to the Lord of the Wushu City of the Underworld. The giant palm was like a pillar of the sky, dry and stiff like a black stone, and it cracked inch by inch and reveals a black evil spirit. However, the moment he explored the Yin world, he saw that the power of the nameless law began to erode the giant palm, causing the giant palm to quickly shrink back.

Voices from all directions are poured into this small world of the incense god realm, constantly echoing and amplifying.

"Hahahahahaha! I said why haven't arrived yet!"
Chapter completed!