Walking in the mist that has been spreading for many years, Li Xun felt more like walking through the flames.

The floating mist comes into contact with the skin like a licking of the flames, making the hair burn. This indicates that the concentration of the yin energy around it has reached an incredible level, naturally condensed into the yin fire and reject all non-homologous existences.

At this moment, Guimen Lake will never welcome outsiders.

Mrs. Yan walked in front. Her whole body was covered with the dark background under the sacrificial robe and the gray mist were intertwined.

The green patterns decorated on the sacrificial robe move as they move as if they come alive with an inexplicable rhythm extending into the fog, naturally controlling the rich yin fire around them to generate a unique qi oscillation.

The third time the bell rang, the concentration of Yin Fire in Guimen Lake instantly reached a new level. The few disciples with a slightly lower level of cultivation must obviously raise their energy to withstand the pressure from the outside world.

The brighter the green patterns on Mrs. Yan's sacrificial robe, the light shone in the void, and the unique patterns were printed in several feet in a radius. Here it formed a unique field that belonged only to her.

This phenomenon has birth in every direction of Guimen Lake, which is a symbol of an elder.

The disciples of the sect who are familiar with this can completely distinguish the identity of the elder through the qi sensing.

Li Xun easily noticed that the cold and cold aura of the Bishui Jun was radiating unscrupulously and swallowing the surrounding Yin fire in a wonderful way. It formed a huge hollow and unique feature, which was the best among the elders.

In comparison, Mrs. Yan's performance is much more feminine.

It seems that the two sides intend to distance themselves from differentiate the factions.

It can be clearly felt that the elders in various directions clearly distinguished some people approaching Bishuijun and others walking towards this side.

As the gap between them grew stronger and stronger, the undercurrents were surging and crowded.

When the fourth bell rang, the voices around the lake center island were already dense. Thousands of disciples of the sect, except for those who were unable to escape, had gathered here. They were not qualified to set foot on the lake center island and could only stop around the lake and kneel down.

Li Xun and others walked through the kneeling disciples.

The vast fog of shadows and shadows are endless walking in the middle, although there is the pleasure of looking down on all living beings, it cannot get rid of the heavy pressure on them.

fifth.

sixth……

seventh!

Three consecutive bells that were shocking, huge sound waves burst out in one place, like thunder thunder, sweeping like a rush sweeping through the distant space underground, and then burst out.

The smog dozens of miles of the center of the lake was washed away and broken. The world suddenly became clear. The cold starlight in the night sky was vaguely penetrated through the branches and leaves.

Thousands of disciples around the lake center island suddenly whistled in unison and echoed bells intertwined together and spread like a tsunami.

The whistling sound is not straight, but has several simple twists and turns that do not detract from majesty, but has a simple and straightforward charm.

It is said that this is the ancient tune that existed before the founding of the sect of the Jiuyou Patriarch, which was very appropriate to use as a sacrificial song.

The sound of the roaring bell is as if it is a straight body and the heart is filled with shock. It also makes people's blood boil and wishes that they can roar and let it go.

Although he didn't take it seriously, Li Xun could hear clearly that the monks around him, including the women such as Yan Hu, had some heavier feet, which was the turbulent appearance of his mind.

When the voice gradually weakened, Mrs. Yan and her group finally arrived on the island in the middle of the lake. Almost at the same time, Bishui Jun also climbed from the other side of the island. Under the rare Qingming sky of Guimen Lake, both sides' eyes hit the sky and exploded with dazzling electric fire.

But the key is not here.

From now on, people can intuitively see the position expressed by the other nine elders of the sect except Yin Jian, who was destined to abdicate today.

Seven of the 49 elders of Yan Sanbi set foot on the island along the routes of the people they supported.

There were two others who deliberately circled around and came in from the third path to show their neutral attitude.

"Three and Four? It's amazing!"

Li Xun is quite sensitive to numbers. From the paper, Mrs. Yan is at a disadvantage in terms of support from the elders of the sect.

But if things go in the most regular direction...

Just as the eighth bell sounded from the bell tower specially opened in the center of the lake center, the roar of thousands of disciples around him was cut off.

In an instant, there was no noise in the Ghost Gate Lake except the huge bell until the gate of the underground palace in the middle of the lake opened.

The creaking sound of the thick stone door seemed particularly harsh with the orderly bells. Behind the stone door, Gui Ji and Ming Li walked out slowly, carrying their shoulders one after another.

The Nether Huo Yanluo squinted his eyes and sat quietly on him. He also wore a brand new sacrificial robe. The side of the Yin Gu was leaning on a crutch but he floated as if he was not touching the ground.

When the sect's most venerable and the most qualified person appeared at the same time, everyone bowed their heads slightly to show their respect.

The Nether Fire Yama didn't care but just raised his eyes and stared at the clear and deep night sky through the huge void directly above the lake.

The sound of bells and the sound of the rumbling under the island in the middle of the lake has filled the ears from far to near, and bubbles of different sizes gradually emerged on the lake surface. The gurgling sounds seemed to be boiling the lake water. The cold crows fed on the lake had already escaped cleanly.

Countless gazes focused on the dark fire Yama, and their thoughts were projected over like this.

Many people want to know what, and more people want to get what they want. Facing such a messy and complicated look, changing to a slightly less will, now that they are already guilty and weak in their hearts and cannot be trusted. And the Nether Fire Yan Luo just smiled and withdrew his gaze at the night sky.

That was his last look into the sky.

He did not look at anyone's dry fingers and tapped the handrail ghost machine. Mingli immediately knew how to pass through Mrs. Yan and Bishuijun's two teams.

No one said anything more, just led by the twelve elders, twenty-seven disciples of the great surname slowly followed the carriage in front of them.

The sound of bubbles bursting on the lake surface was constantly pressing over the sound of Zhaoling Bell. The disciples with higher cultivation levels could even sense the Yin fire column that was ejected from the underground. The lake surface was gradually reducing the projection of Yin fire, which was covered with a light gray gloom on it.

At the northeast corner of the lake center island, the two of them stopped at the lake shore but did not put down their shoulders, so that the Nether Fire Yama still had a good vision.

Yin Jing paused her crutch and walked up to look at the surging bubbles on the lake and smiled: "Okay, looking at this scene again today is very different from before."

The ninth bell roared at this moment when the dark fire Yan Luo's blue-gray face showed a slight smile.

This is no longer a sound that can be produced by human impact, but the resonance of the spirit-suming bell when the surging craze of Yin Fire is beating.

The vast sound waves instantly spread to every corner of Guimen Lake.

The water in front of you rolls and swells. The waves roll over the bubbles on the lake surface are a wave of evaporated fog. However, compared with the thick fog that has been lingering for many years, everyone can see the changes clearly through the fog.

What first comes to your eyes are several pure black "walls" with a height of more than 1 zhang and about two inches thick, which are the "five obstacles" buried deep underground.

Every time the Yin-Ciyin Pool floats up, this thing opens the way, which gives people the "five obstacles tightly approach the Yin-Ciyin Pool"

The illusion.

The five escape barriers did not rise out of the water and only floated around about a foot below the lake. However, the staggered aura on them had made the escape method in the entire lake surface fail, which could make others secretly sneak into and interfere with the festival.

The water level on the lake surface is getting lower and lower, but the concentration of the surrounding yin energy has almost condensed into a substance like lake water.

At this time, all the disciples who had their cultivation level above the "Suppression Void" realm sensed the strange aura that was wisps from the deep underground.

Nine Netherworld Aura!

Even though it only has a very small part of it, this breath, which is thousands of times purer than ordinary yin energy, stirs up the turbulence of the air and pulls the qi and veins as soon as it jumps out. This change in ordinary disciples feels it.

At this moment, thousands of disciples whistling by the lake merged with the everlasting bells and echoed in the sky.

The sect's altar finally gradually revealed its true appearance during the whistling sound.

The first thing that emerged were the stone figurines standing on the island.

Legend has it that this is carved from the appearance of the disciples of Jiuyou Patriarch’s personal disciples, which are actually the predecessors of the Twelve Elders.

Then there is the altar slightly higher than the island, and then the Yin Pool is transformed.

All this is different from what Li Xun saw when he was underground, but at this time the entrance to the Nine Netherworld Realm did not appear, and there was no monster like the ancestor's spell spirit on it.

The island finally surfaced several feet away from the shore.

According to the past rules, the sect leader is now. The elders landed on the island and only carried the ghost machine on their shoulders, but they couldn't move forward and backward.

The Nether Fire Yan Luo tapped the handrail again and the two of them carefully put down their shoulders as if they were pardoned. They wanted to take advantage of the situation to help their master down, but saw him shook his head and waved them away. Then they slowly stood up with their hands, and their feet together.

Just now, he stood on the lake and seemed to be gusts of wind. His body shook as if he was about to be blown down.

The elders who were close to him instinctively wanted to reach out, but heard his nose snorting: "Come here with a hundred ghosts."

Li Xun's brow moved slightly and calmed down and stepped forward steadily. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the sick man with a slight pause and then raised his arm. He had just moved the elders present, and the eyes of the disciples of the great surname almost burned the arm.

The Nether Fire Yama seemed to be completely unaware of this, and he stretched out his hand to support Li Xun's forearm and spoke a little: "Let's go to the altar."

A low shout suddenly sounded from behind: "No."

The head of the Nether Fire Yamao coughed twice and whispered: "What's wrong with the Bishui?"

Bishuijun responded coldly: "Not comply with the rules."

He was so proud that he was used to being like gold. Someone came out to explain it further.

The person who spoke was that Elder Youxi, who was only under Bishuijun, ranked third among the twelve elders in terms of seniority, was only slightly inferior to Yin Jing. His hard-working support was also the biggest reliance of Bishuijun in the elders' joint.

Compared with Yin Jing's old appearance, Yu Xi was black and rosy, and his face was rosy, just like middle-aged people, he stepped out and spoke as if he was loudly bells: "The only ones who worship ancestors in the sects and landed on the island are the sect masters and elders.

What qualifications are the disciples of the big surname? What's the right to be with you? What's more,..."

"Isn't it going to be right now?"

Yin Jing suddenly dropped his crutch and interrupted Youxi's face, but he smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Brother Xi, the old lady, who proposed at the joint elders that she wanted to let the hundred ghosts take over the position of the elders, wouldn't you sell me, my old face?"

You Xi sneered at the moment. Not to mention giving face, even if you don’t have to breathe, you might be kicked out of the house.

He respects Yin Jing very much, but Yin Jing can't treat him as a fool!

As he was about to retort, he was stunned to see that the two people in front had already stepped on the water and landed on the island.

Unexpectedly, the Nether Fire Yama looked so fast to wait for death. He shouted again at this time and completely broke up his face and looked at Bishuijun.
To be continued...