Leisurely cultivating life

On the strange tree, there are colorful flowers and leaves, which look like human faces.

As far as the eye can see, there are tens of thousands of people gathered together, their eyes widened, and when the wind blows, their resentment soars to the sky.

I don't know that there are Shaoyin spirits in groups, tangible but intangible, with armor like strange patterns on their bodies, and all kinds of weapons in their hands.

The army of Yin spirits is countless, like a tide, constantly moving forward, mighty and irresistible.

Above the gloomy void, in a flying palace, there are golden and jade pavilions, octagonal awnings, and green bamboos, pines and cypresses in the interior form an interesting contrast.

A girl in a red skirt was sitting on a cloud couch, she was naturally charming, her face was delicate and beautiful, her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, without any impurities.

Looking at the army of ghosts in the mirror light, she sighed melancholy, pointed with her slender hand, and a golden sword ball jumped out.

With a sudden stretch, it turns into thousands of sword lights, like a dragon, killing and cutting.

The sword qi surged vertically and horizontally, and each stroke had detailed and dense seal scripts that were born and died in it, and the power was unmatched.

Once the ghosts meet, they will dissipate, and there is no opponent.

Not long after, the seemingly overwhelming army of Yin spirits had been completely killed.

Immediately, all the sword energy suddenly turned, gathered into one, and turned into a golden sword pill again, but it was slightly dimmed, and fell into the hands of the woman in the red dress.

"Ah~"

The woman in the red dress sighed again, with a hint of impatience in her tone, and said: "There are so many Yin spirits, when will I have to kill them before I can grow!"

"Haha."

There was a loud laugh, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. A young man with wide eyebrows and long eyes, with his hands on his knees, strode forward and said, "Even a swordsman who has always specialized in swordsmanship can't bear it."

The woman in the red dress glanced at him, not wanting to speak.

Although the swordsmanship sect she was born in liked fighting the most, but this kind of meaningless killing would make anyone feel tired.

Finally, with a sigh, the woman in the red dress hugged her knees with both hands, leaned on the back of the high sandalwood couch, and said lazily: "If the sect rewards are not too great, I would not want to stay in this ghostly place. I don't see the sky all year round. After staying for a long time, I have an unpleasant smell on my body."

The young man laughed and said: "If the junior sister is unwilling to take action, then rest well, and leave the rest to the senior brother."

"Brother, please go ahead."

If it was in the past, the woman in the red skirt would definitely not want to let it go, after all, this endless army of ghosts is all the meritorious deeds of walking.

It's just that he has killed too many, and his mind is already exhausted.

Therefore, after muttering something, he pulled the silk quilt, wrapped it around his body, and said, "I really don't understand why the immortals of Xianmen are not willing to take action to destroy these inexhaustible ghosts, but let us juniors Fighting to death here?"

"Several immortals must have their own plans, I just wait for the younger generation to obey."

The young man shook his head. Although they are at the peak of the mortal realm, they are still elusive about the minds of immortals.

What's more, I dare not think about it.

After all, immortals have great powers, so it would be no fun if any thoughts that should not have been noticed.

For a while, the two stopped talking, and Fei Gong also fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the two of them suddenly felt it. When they raised their heads, they saw a spot of light expanding at an unimaginable speed in the perennially gloomy sky.

Layer after layer of halo ripples spread out in all directions, and in each layer of water halo, there are thousands of fine and dense seal characters circulating, interweaving and interweaving into various pictures.

From it, all kinds of fairy sounds came out.

"This is……"

The two people in Fei Palace looked at each other, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes.

Not sure what happened?

And at this moment, their situation is not very good. They are affected by a magnificent aura, and they don't even have the strength to act.

Like a boat in a storm, helpless.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, the two of them were the pinnacles of the mortal world, but at this moment they stood there blankly, unable to do anything.

They have never felt this way.

At this moment, the two felt that time was unprecedentedly slow.

Make people crazy, make people crazy.

After a while, the halo seemed to expand to the limit and no longer expanded to the surroundings.

Instead, they are superimposed, raised upwards, and turned into a high portal.

Right now, a rare light appeared in the sky, the portal stood in the center, and the fairy voice sang.

"Could it be... which immortal descended?"

Seeing this scene, the two people in Fei Palace were stunned.

This kind of situation, this kind of power that they can't resist, makes it hard for them not to think of the immortal.

next moment.

The portal standing in the middle shook, and the light radiated, and a figure stepped out from inside, from blurred to clear.

The chaotic, vast, magnificent aura is centered on human beings and spreads out in all directions.

The yin and evil qi under the entire sky are all cleared away.

The golden flower fell to the ground, the fairy voice sang, and the fairy light filled the air.

"I don't know which fairy it is?"

Because the two people in Fei Palace couldn't see the face of the visitor clearly, they only felt that their eyes were full of brilliance, and they thought secretly in their hearts.

Chapter 745 Five Immortal Gate

Nanxu Xiantian, Jiemen.

The mirror light fell on Xu Ming'an and the girl, and the script script flowed and fluctuated, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

Seeing this abnormal situation, the young real man was startled, cast his gaze over, and saw dots of seal characters surrounding Xu Ming'an, disillusioned.

"what happened?"

Xu Ming'an looked at the script scripts around him lingering, his brows were furrowed, his face sank like water.