"What's wrong!"

"What kind of formation is this?!"

"Is it the ghost world sky split?"

"But the Ghost Realm Sky Split is not of this color!"

Everyone who had just fought hard and became grasshoppers on a boat, all of whom were alertly looking at the crack of the black bulb's sky.

This may no longer be called a crack. Above the soul-summoning platform, most of the sky was cracked, and a dull and rapid vibration came faintly from the bottomless darkness.

Huang Xiaoyue's face turned pale and her nose wings fluttered: "Is this... Is there any giant monster coming out behind this? How could there be such a big move?"

Mo Ran took the lead, stood in front of the ghost holding a hand, and suddenly, a thunder thunder passed by the night.

Rumble--!

The sky is thunder and the sky is broken!

"It's cracked!!"

"There is something behind! Something comes out!"

"Is it a ghost?!"

Seeing that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were too close to the dark crack, Xue Meng wiped the tears from his face and ran towards his cousin and his master, but he was grabbed by Xue Zhengyong and pulled him tightly behind him.

"father!"

"Don't go over and stand here!"

"I don't want it! I want to be with my master and with my brother!"

Xue Zhengyong's eyes were unprecedentedly sharp, and he could not resist: "You don't want to die?! Do you know--"

The rest of the words were like dead branches falling, and he stood still without saying anything.

Xue Meng cried.

Almost wailed: "Dad, I want to help them. Shi Mei has been taken away. I can no longer hide behind you and see any of them being injured! Please!!"

Before Xue Zhengyong could answer, blue smoke and lightning were hissing in the dark formation, and only a layer of rolling smoke came from it.

As we got closer, we found that there were a group of monks dressed in black and covered with masks!

They stepped on swords, defended the wind with their voids, and fell from the sky from thunder and lightning. They were in groups, and they could not see the sect or the way. The man in the lead was wearing a luxurious cloak embroidered with silver threads, wearing a hoodie, and also covered his face with a silver-gray hideous mask. He stood in the air with his hands behind his back. The wind was moving in all directions, and the clouds gathered. Even if he didn't say a word, he had an immeasurable evil spirit.

"What the hell is this?"

Xue Zhengyong was shocked.

Others who have seen few people in the world cannot say a word, and just stared at the sky blankly.

Is it a ghost?

But no, there is no such ghost.

More and more people came out of the black clouds, dozens, hundreds of people... Finally, Wu Yangyang stood in the sky, and was as good as the monks on the ground, with nearly a thousand people!

Xue Zhengyong liran, after a while, gathered his breath and shouted: "Are you a human or a ghost? Why not report yourself to your family?"

"..." The man in the lead turned his eyes and seemed to have a little meaning when his eyes fell on Xue Zhengyong.

"Speak! Do you understand what we are talking about?" Xue Meng also shouted.

The man didn't say much, he paused, raised a pale and slender hand, and calmed down in the air.

Then, it fell in a flash, concise and to the point.
Chapter completed!