The fairy mountain is ancient and majestic. Its body seems to have been cut off by a spoil, leaving behind a huge bluestone temple and a ragged courtyard full of weeds.

However, in such an area, there are thousands of corpses, including powerful ferocious beasts, academic disciples, and thieves and casual cultivators.

With the courtyard as the center, blood flowed and gradually gathered into a small river, flowing towards a bluestone well in front of the courtyard. The scene was extremely strange and shocking.

The eyes of the crowd flickered, staring at a black figure sitting cross-legged on the ancient in front of the courtyard, frowning.

The other party was wearing a black iron suit, with a sword fetus still dripping blood in front of his knees. On his pale and slightly blood-lost face, his eyes were terrifying, like two groups of demon stars. As he slowly turned, the aura of death spread, making the people in the distance tremble.

This is a terrifying first generation known as the Nether Son. Many creatures were slaughtered in this area, and they were poured with their blood, trying to break the seal in the well and take away the items inside.

"Young Master..."

The old man from the underworld came and stood behind Mingzi with a group of ghost soldiers, causing the briefly silent mountain top to resurface.

But this area has long been wrapped in the Gods Killing Formation, and can only enter, but not exit. Most of them have accidentally entered here and been trapped.

"This bastard, do he want to keep us all!" Some creatures were frightened. It was a white tiger, only one meter long, but several sword marks appeared on the snow-white fur. To this day, there were still black blood flowing, as if it was infected by death.

There are many creatures here, not only the white tiger, but also a dragon, which is the direct lineage of the dragon clan. It stands with the white tiger and looks at the figures on the well from the air.

Even there are hundreds of figures in the distance, all of which are prides of heaven. They seem to have just escaped a disaster and are still hard to settle down.

"You are too ignorant and don't know what is there in this well!" Mingzi raised his head and spoke slowly.

"What's there in the underworld? You actually brought you to the Gods Killing Formation!" Someone was in a palpitation and couldn't help but speak.

"The four fairy mountains, each with an ancient well, which is the supreme fairy well that the Divine Medicine Palace irrigates the medicine field." Mingzi seemed to be sure of victory, and a hundred and eight sacred and peaceful auras rose from his pale and bloodless body surface, setting him up like an innate god, with amazing aura.

"As the rumors, the medicine field is buried in the body, the supreme immortal field, the limbs are buried in the four mountains, and the immortal spring is used to water it. This is the biggest secret of the Divine Medicine Palace and the root of their holy medicines that were filled with slices."

"The body of the medicine field is buried... the limbs are buried in the four mountains... Could it be that dead immortal?!" The crowd was terrified. Since Mingzi had told all this secret, he must have the confidence to keep them all here.

"It's time... let's get on the road. If you delay it, you may be much behind them..."

Mingzi was very cold. He slowly stood up and stood on the ancient well, carrying his hands on his back, with a proud posture and a vigorous spirit, as if he could swing his sword to the world at any time.

In fact, this is true. Hundreds of Yin soldiers, plus an old servant in the late stage of the Divine Fire, and also a circulating god killing array. Not to mention these venerables, even if the true god comes, they cannot leave.

"Kill them!"

Mingzi raised his hand and pointed his sword at the heroes. He had a hundred and eight halos on his body as white as jade, as strikingly holy, but his murderous intent was unprecedented, like a storm, which made everyone's mind tight.

The old servant from the underworld took the lead, and the aura of divine fire surged. He led hundreds of ghost soldiers to rush into the crowd, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, instantly causing the world to become a mess.

"It's almost...it won't take long..." Mingzi licked his lips, his eyes slightly excited, staring at the ancient well that was flooded by various blood, and his eyes fell on the road patterns that were constantly disintegrating and melting inside.

But at this moment, his light accidentally swept his eyes and saw a ghost soldier standing behind him motionlessly, lifting his right arm like an unconscious fool.

"Sure enough, although this corpse is a consumable, it still has no wisdom after all."

For the people in the underworld, corpses that can produce spiritual intelligence and corpses that cannot produce spiritual intelligence are completely two concepts. The former is high and the latter is like unintelligent livestock.

The Yin soldier was silent, his head slightly sideways, his right arm slightly raised, and stood behind him motionlessly. The face wrapped in iron clothes and helmet could not see any expression.

But, the next moment, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly appeared, like an ancient immortal descending, intimidating all living beings, making Mingzi's mind blank, and the one hundred and eight halos on his entire body collapsed instantly, and he couldn't help but kneel down.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to escape, but the dazzling and dazzling sacred light instantly spread his head across.

"Little devil...Damn it, you actually impolite me..."

Mingzi was horrified and wanted to curse. He was so frustrated that he never thought that he would end like this one day.

You are a top first generation, and it’s fine if you sneak up to me, but you even fucking plot against me!

You are using a sneak attack to hit me?!

“???”

Everyone who noticed the movement here in the distance looked at Mingzi, who was still unwilling to die.

"That's the little devil? It must be the little devil. I saw his talented magical powers!" someone screamed.

"Little Devil?"

The old man from the underworld roared and his eyes widened. He raised his hand to tear a monk open and rushed out in bathing blood. He looked like a furious blood demon god, his aura was too violent.

"Buzz!"

The golden light reappeared, blazing and vast. As soon as it appeared, the old servant who was attacking the land of the underworld froze in the air, and even the angry eyes gradually lost their color.

When the crowd saw this scene, they swallowed their saliva, felt sweet and their hearts shivered. A dark son died, but there was an even more terrifying little devil.

"Your uncle... I'm dead!" The crowd was frightened and felt that their scalp was blowing.

There were even many women with their eyes flashing and hesitation. They heard that the little devil was a terrible devil grown up from a fox's nest. They were with the fox day and night, and all the girls were happy.

If he is crazy, it is a question worth pondering if he is... or not.

However, Mingzi and the old servant's death stopped the Yin soldiers who were still killing. They seemed to have lost control and stood motionless in the air.

"One counts one, bringing all the dead bodies over!"

Bai Ye stood by the well and returned to his previous costume. His whole figure was wrapped in chaotic fog, making it difficult to see his expression.

But as soon as these words were spoken, the living creatures suddenly shuddered.
Chapter completed!