"Where are the Eight Masters?"

Da Luo Jiu Tian Xuan Sword, before it fell into his hand, suddenly flew through the sky.

The blue-scaled ridge in his hand shook, and it also left the palm, and worshiped from a distance in the air.

When the sack was raised, it made a clanging sound.

Xiao Kongtong's pupils suddenly condensed, and he pulled it back with force. A pattern on the sack lit up, and the contents inside seemed to have lost their activity and returned to silence.

He looked to the north in disbelief.

Keng——

With just such a flash of God, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which had been stored in the body for a long time, broke out of the body automatically without any orders.

"return!"

Xiao Kongtong stretched out his hand to take a shot, then reluctantly recalled his sword. He was shocked.

I am the Sword Immortal...

Although he has never taken the initiative to speak out such words.

Xiao Kongtong knows his current level of ancient swordsmanship and his position in the five realms.

Not to mention the first echelon, that is Xu Xiaoshou, who is from the older generation.

But if he wants to be ranked second, the others can only be ranked third and compete for some miscellaneous rankings in the future.

"Even I can barely hold the sword..."

When he was so distracted, he saw from the corner of his eye that Fu Sang had dozens of swords rising high in the sky.

Everything I saw was of the highest quality, and there were many famous swords among them.

Yue Lian, the stunning enchantress, the Demon Ancestor of Ten Thousand Soldiers, the voice of Nu Lan, Ting Chen...

"Senior Wuyue can't control his sword anymore?"

While talking about Xiao Kongtong was comforting, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked. Who can do this?

Far away in the north, there are ghosts and howls, which suddenly change and regenerate.

The ink flowing like a tide is like a curtain, being pulled by invisible hands. The sky turns dark in an instant, and then quickly spreads into darkness.

"Boom!"

The dull pounding sound of heartbeats, in the dead silence that could be heard by a needle drop, resounded in the ears of everyone in Fusang.

In a daze, the dividing line between yin and yang seemed to be broken.

On the horizontal line where the night meets the mountains, a cyan light lights up, and then ghosts jump out and pounce on them with their teeth and claws.

They were obviously far apart, but when everyone looked up, they could see that the ghost had a green face and fangs, or was stained with dirty blood, and was extremely vicious and filthy.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade?"

No, this is not the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts, this is the transit of ten thousand ghosts!

No, the word "ten thousand" is not enough to describe it. The dark dividing line between yin and yang spans an unknown number of thousands of miles from west to east.

What's this?

The gate to hell?

But how can the Gate of Hell be so big and cover such a wide area?

The overwhelming ghosts were like exploding spider eggs, pouring out from the dividing line like the gate of hell, scattering in all directions, and throwing themselves aimlessly in all directions. This was clearly a tide of beasts... No, a tide of ghosts.

Siege the city...attack the territory!

In the world of ghosts and Buddhas, if the Buddha is lost, only ghosts remain!

"Woo——"

When the screams of evil ghosts from all directions echo each other, it is painful and painful.

Not only the people in Fusang City, but also the spiritual masters scattered throughout the ghost and Buddha world were all panicked.

"What the hell is this?!"

It's too scary.

Some people regret coming to the world of ghosts and Buddhas.

But regretting is useless. At this moment, even if I turn around and run away, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape the coverage of this "ghost" that is like the underworld.

"Buzz!"

Yin and Yang break through the wall, and thousands of ghosts suppress the realm.

Suddenly, in the dividing line between light and dark, a sword roared, and a streak of white clothes swept out.

Several realms and dozens of realms away, when people looked around, to their surprise, they could clearly see that figure.

He was a middle-aged man, who looked to be about thirty or forty years old, with a resolute face and not a particularly ordinary appearance, but a pair of dimly shining eyes full of vicissitudes of life.

He held a copper lamp in his left hand, the candle flame flickering in it as if it would be extinguished by the wind at any moment.

There is a broken sword on his waist. The sword has many pits and pits. The curled blade is no longer sharp, and it seems to break if touched.

"This is……"

But countless people recognized this sword.

The eighth among the twenty-one famous swords, the ghost sword, hunts ghosts!

Among all the extraordinary and famous swords in the world, Ghost Hunter is one of the few. It was not born and raised, but grew from an ordinary soul weapon, nourished by fame step by step, to what it is today.

This sword can be said to be Qingju's Tao and Shouye's high hopes for Tibetan suffering.

And the contemporary sword-wielder who hunts ghosts...

"Holy Emperor, Hua Chang Deng!"

Even though many people had roughly guessed what it was, when the name came out of the mouths of people around him, with the prefix "Holy Emperor", their scalps still went numb for a while.

"Holy Emperor!"

"Hiss, with such pressure, compared to that time of the Holy Emperor of Han Palace, he must be here in person, right?"

"Then is this 'Ghost' the legendary 'Fengdu'? It is said that the Ghost Sword Immortal is the only true 'Lord of Fengdu' in the world!"

"But aren't even half-saints allowed to look directly at each other? Why do I seem to see clearly the true face of the Ghost Sword Immortal... the Sword Emperor?"

The Sword Emperor not only revealed his true face.

In just a blink of an eye, Huachang Deng walked through the ghost Buddha and stepped from the gate of Fengdu, and left the old site of Guizhen.

"Come here!"

With one step, everyone in Fusang saw that the Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng was clearly heading in this direction.

The majestic pressure suddenly came from a distance, as if it had already reached everyone's head.

But when I looked up, there was nothing above my head.

"illusion?"

Woo——

It’s not an illusion at all!

Behind Hua Changdeng, countless ghosts whizzed out from the Fengdu Gate, seeming to have a backbone, and followed them towards the direction of Fusang City.

"I see!"

Someone shouted, "It's Lingyu Mountain, he must have gone in the direction of Lingyu Mountain!"

One word awakens the dreamer.

Fusang City is not the focus at all.

Hua Changdeng came to find the Eighth Sword Immortal, and according to the information revealed by the matchmaker during the previous scene... the Eighth Sword Immortal is in Lingyu Mountain!

"quick!"

"Hurry to Lingyu Mountain!"

"The battle of the Sword Immortal... no, the battle of the Sword Emperor is about to break out!"

…

Lingyu Mountain.

The world of ghosts and Buddhas is dark, and it has fallen into night.

Only Lingyu Mountain, the place where the previous eight masters of the Sword Mind emanated, still has a little orange sunset glow, which seems to protect the vitality of the dawn.

But when the rays of sunlight fall on the mulberry and elm trees in this mountain, not only is there no warmth at all, but it is completely cold in winter.

Who said it’s not too late for mulberry trees to fill the sky with clouds?

It is clear that sadness comes from it, and the whole world is full of devastation!
To be continued...