The female voice that came from the middle of the air learned that they had fallen into the lair of the new ghost king Yunqing, and that it was Nanke Mountain at the bottom of the hidden lake.

Yun Zhishang didn't believe it, and loudly questioned Yun Qing's words.

Yun Qing didn't argue, he sneered: "Extinguish, to whom, to destroy, whether to destroy or temporarily escape with the demon clan, this difference is very big!"

"This ......," she said, and the two of them were stunned.

On the same day, in the Xuanbing Cave of Jiluo Mountain, the Wu Xiuyuan of the Penglai faction revealed the truth about the destruction of the Protoss for the first time, and informed that the Ghost Clan was not extinct back then, but surrendered to the Demon Clan, and fled to Mobei with it. Today's Yun Qing's words confirmed Wu Xiuyuan's statement. However, the ghost mountain was hidden at the bottom of the lake, and they knew it for the first time.

Yun Zhishang wanted to provoke this ghost king out, so he deliberately ridiculed: "You are just a broken forest full of dead trees, I can find a wild forest at the foot of Song Mountain, I am afraid that they are a hundred times stronger than you." You are embarrassed to call yourself the ghost king, and what kind of palace do you call this place, aren't you afraid that people will laugh off their big teeth!"

These words really worked, and the woman's voice revealed anger, "You dare to look down on the Ghost Forest Palace? This king will let you see the majesty of this palace today, and let you wait to be a ghost and be happy!"

As soon as the words fell, the trees in the forest began to grow up neatly with a loud noise. A whirlwind spawned in the forest, and gradually became stronger, and soon the wind roared like a dragon, and the stones on the ground were swept into the air by the whirlwind, scattering and rolling a few times, and in a moment they turned into rolling in the same direction.

The stones swirled higher and higher with the whirlwind, and when they were higher than the top of the trees, they automatically gathered together and formed a high cylindrical wall.

The two were trapped in the center of the whirlwind, squatting on the ground with their heads covered, not daring to move. They feared that if they were swallowed by the wind dragon, they would be built into a wall and turned into living fossils.

After a long time, the chaos around them stopped, the wind subsided, and they got up and looked again, and the woods just now had disappeared, and the two of them were already in a dark palace with a ghostly atmosphere.

The palace has countless tall gray and black pillars along the arc walls, which are probably transformed by the trees just now. A torch was placed on each pillar, and although it seemed to be burning, it was a cluster of blue glowing flames that had no heat, and it was obvious that the torch was not an ordinary flame, but a ghost fire lit with dead man's oil.

Although the ghost fire is dark, you can still see the high ceiling of the palace by the light of the fire. At this look, Yun Zhishang couldn't stop shuddering.

I saw that the roof of the temple was wide and boundless, and countless corpses were wrapped in strings of bells, which were hung high as decorations. The corpses were able to remain undead, and the wind blew and swayed, and the bells made a "tinkling" soul-inducing sound, attracting a large group of bird-like creatures to come and eat.

The creatures were like birds, but they had horrible human heads, and a few strands of hair were sparsely hanging on top of their heads.

As soon as the bell rings on a corpse, they pounce on it and tear at the flesh and skin.

But these strange birdmen do not eat the carcass, but after they have eaten their fill, they tear off the remaining arms or legs, wrap them and fly out of the temple, and then compete with each other to see who can throw the stump the farthest and splash the most overhead, as if for entertainment.

So Yun Zhishang understood, the stump and broken arm in the lake came about like this.

Tong Buxian was so frightened that he was incoherent, and he tugged the sleeve of Yun Zhishang, "This forest is really ...... It's a palace......"

"Oh, yes, yes, be careful not to pull the cloud out of my sleeve, it's hard to weave it!" Yun Zhishang pushed his pincer-like hand away in annoyance. Despite the dangers here, he still does not forget to protect his beloved cloud silk brocade clothes.

"Hahaha," Yun Qing laughed, "Song Liuxian's reputation for loving clothes is really not in vain, is it reluctant to change your clothes until you die?"

Yun Zhishang looked disdainful, "Death, when you meet me in this ghost mountain today, it's your end coming, right? Such an evil place, how can I allow Song Liuxian to tolerate it? If you are not completely destroyed, more innocent lives will be mutilated by you in the future!"

"Oh? Song Liuxian's tone is not small, but I don't know if my ability is so great. I want to see how you and that trembling little man can destroy my impregnable Ghost Forest Palace!" Yun Qing didn't take his words seriously at all.

Yun Zhishang glanced around, carefully observing the layout of the Ghost Forest Palace.

In addition to the towering pillars, in the center of the hall was a large square pool, along which several deep channels were carved out, but it was not water that poured into the pool, but blood. The blood in the pool of blood rolled, and from time to time there was a "gurgling" sound, bubbling up.

Around the waterway of the Blood Pool, there is a large area of extremely strange plants, with dark branches and leaves, and bright red flowers blooming on them, and the flower disc is as large as a human face, so that the root of the flower in the center can be seen as straight as a steel needle.

In the depths of the hall, a throne made of white bones was faintly revealed, with thick human skin on the throne and a huge skull inlaid on the backrest.

On the wall of the hall behind the throne, blue fluorescent flickered, and the entire wall was occupied by a huge "ghost" character. In addition to the words, every once in a while, a few thin, blinking eyes would flash on the wall. (To be continued.) )