The rattle bells, the requiem, the heavy footsteps, all this is like the music of the ghosts of hell dancing wildly, and the cold aura of the forest is even more enveloped. Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun, who were hiding behind the window, couldn't help but feel a chill rise in their backs, like a strange scene, but it was the first time they had met, the whole town was like a Senluo Yan Palace, without a trace of life, and there was an invisible pressure in the relative dead silence, which made you suffocate.

Ling Tianyun looked at the corpse team that was about to come to his eyes without blinking, and suddenly, the sound of his clothes breaking through the air came into his ears. He was even more surprised in his heart, and when he stared, he saw several figures coming from a distance and landing on the long street in front of the corpse team. "The men of the Firmament Gate appeared." He hurriedly reminded Ye Yinfeng because he saw several white shadows falling like ghosts in the middle of the long street.

The white robe was particularly eye-catching under the inky night, and several white figures lined up, blocking the front of the corpse team.

"Those who send souls and drive out corpses, the living avoid them." The ugly man in front of the corpse team couldn't help but shudder when he saw this, and he raised his voice. The rattle in his hand had also stopped, and the corpse team behind him had also stopped, and soon two other ugly men stood beside the ugly man at the head with banners.

"There's a good show to watch now, the people in the Sky Gate are really domineering, and they are rushing at night, so what's in the way of them. But then again, the corpse team is only three living people, how can they beat the people of the Sky Gate. A hint of excitement flashed in Ling Tianyun's eyes, and he said to Ye Yinfeng. It shouldn't be as simple as you think, the Firmament Gate must have some grievances with the corpse chasers, otherwise who likes to run out at night to block the corpse, isn't this unlucky. The three corpse chasers should be able to deal with it, and who knows if there will be any corpse fraud. Ye Yinfeng's eyes flashed faintly and said to Ling Tianyun.

"No, the Firmament Gate has always been a famous and decent family, and it is the head of the four ancient martial arts sects, how can it have anything to do with the corpse chaser." Ling Tianyun looked at the two parties facing each other and said very suspiciously. The Firmament Gate is like the high immortal sect, and the corpse chasers are the servants of the hell who come and go to the world, one is in the sky, and the other is in the dark and lightless abyss, how can they have any grievances.

"Look, we'll wait and see, and it's better not to expose ourselves." Ye Yinfeng stared at Ling Tianyun and said.

"Everyone, move out of the way, and the people who drive the corpses are grateful." The ugly man at the head put down the yellow rune paper in his hand, and then handed out a few white shadows in front of him and said politely. The two ugly men beside him held the flag in their hands tightly, and their eyes looked at the white shadows in front of them with a wary gaze.

"The corpse chasers have long been wiped out in the rivers and lakes, and I didn't expect to meet them here. But I don't know if a few people have ever heard of the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven, we just want to hear about the Yin Yang Cave Heaven. Out of the white shadow stood a majestic young man, dressed in a white shirt and carrying a long sword, like a sword fairy in the sky. This young man has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a slender body, and a bee waist, and is indeed an extraordinary person.

"You are disciples of the Firmament Gate." The big man led by the corpse chaser couldn't help but blurt out his face. Obviously, they should have already guessed the identity of the comer, and the aura around the three of them suddenly came together, and the rolling yin wind was majestic, and they looked at the several figures in front of them with a solemn expression. "I, Yin Da, once killed a disciple of the Firmament Gate, you are here for your fellow disciples, tell your sect master, you don't have the idea of attacking the Yin Yang Cave Heaven." The ugly man who claimed to be yin said resolutely in a cold tone.

"In that case, the old and new accounts are settled together. It is said that the corpse chaser clan is the most mysterious clan in the hidden world, and there are few rumors in the rivers and lakes, but I don't know if you are as mysterious as the rumors in the rivers and lakes. Zhuo Qingchen, a disciple of the Lower Firmament Gate, came to receive the teaching. The Firmament Sect disciple said coldly with a condensed expression.

"Zhuo Qingchen, one of the twin chens of the Firmament Gate, your faction can afford Yin, but you Zhuo Qingchen alone is not to be afraid. Is there really no one in the Firmament Gate, calling a few junior disciples to block Yin's way of chasing corpses, and they really look down on our corpse chasing clan. The big yin eyes said in a cold voice. He waved the bell in his hand, and the string of silver bells suddenly made a string of soul-like sounds.

"The person who chases the corpse is good at the Soul Capture Bell Method, and Zhuo Qingchen also happens to use music as a martial art, but I don't know if Mr. Yin can block the 'Blue Sea Tide Song' of my Sky Gate?" That Zhuo Qingchen was leisurely and leisurely, without any fear. After speaking, a crystal light in his hand flashed, but it was a flute with a whole body like jade, and the flute was full of jade light, and it was making a sound that broke the sky.

"Jingle bell......" Yin Da was not polite when he saw this, he directly shook the string of silver bells in his hand, and suddenly the wind was blowing, and the bell sounded loudly. The bell sounded like the wail of hell, and like the sound of deep sorrow. The ringtones hit your eardrums, the bells are long and short, the bells are sad and sad, and the endless heartbreak is sad, which makes people feel inexplicably sad. The bell rang, and the night seemed to grow thicker, and a chill hit like the gates of hell were open.

At this time, Na Zhuo Qingchen also blew the flute in his hand, and the sound of the flute was long, and it began to sound softly like the sea water tapping against the rocks. Then the flute turned again, and the sea water suddenly churned and surged, and the waves rose in bursts, and the waves connected the sky, and the huge roar sprinted to the endless mournful bells, and the air flowed vigorously in the night. The roaring energy echoed over the town, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore became more and more intense.

The sound of the bell rolled up a soul-making magic, and the sound of the flute was filled with a huge force to impact the bell, for a time the bell rang loudly, and for a time the sound of the waves was drowned, and the trills penetrated in the noisy waves. "Whoosh ......", the energy collided like a blow, as if several tangible blades collided together, and the inky night seemed to be torn apart by the bursts of stirring sound waves.

The intertwined sound waves condensed with great power, and both of them fused their own internal forces into the sound song, making the sound waves full of endless killing intent, no less than the actual blade. Several sound waves rippled around them, turning into invisible blades and shooting out in all directions, and suddenly the walls of the houses on both sides of the long street were full of holes. As soon as the two of them fought, they used the internal force of their whole bodies, and the power of sound waves was even more invisible than tangible.

The sharp blade turned into a sound wave shot through the window, and the faces of Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun were a little ugly, they didn't expect that they would just watch a good show but suffer from the fish pond. The two of them were helpless, and the palm finger soldier shot out several powerful blades, dissolving all the sonic blades that entered through the window. Rao Shi was like this, and the eardrums of the two of them still lingered, and the huge lethality of the sound made them jealous.

As soon as the bell turned, the rapid ringtone set off a burst of mournful sounds, and the ringing bells stirred up layers of ghost crying sounds. The ghost door hissed, sighed lightly on the Huangquan Road, and the bell sound turned again, from rapid to soothing and slow, but this bell sound made people's hearts even tighter, and suddenly there was an urge for the soul to tremble and want to get out of the body. The bell in my ears is like the call of the hellish ghost world, which makes people unconsciously fall into it.

Zhuo Qingchen's face changed slightly, and the few Firmament Sect disciples beside him seemed to be affected by the rattle, and there was a trace of confusion in their eyes. His starry eyes froze, his flute was raised, and once again he put it to his lips, and a high-pitched flute whistled out, and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks resounded through the night sky. And the bodies of those Firmament Sect disciples were shocked, and their eyes immediately returned to their clear color.

Although the melancholy rattle bell is not very loud or urgent, the gripping bell makes the night more cold. Yin Da's feet sank, the green tendons on his right hand collapsed, the silver bells collided with each other, and the sound waves spread in all directions, and the ugly face was filled with a ghost-like expression. The breath of death rose around him, like a messenger from hell.

The interweaving of bells and flutes stirred up more and more intense, the lingering sound waves surged, and the cold wind suddenly rose up. The sound of the waves was higher and higher, the surging waves were like a huge sound, and the faint silver bell was like a ghost moaning and hissing, the two of them exerted the sound wave to the extreme, and their faces were flushed with a touch of red at the same time, the sound wave swirled and swirled, and the sound of the wave and the ghost gradually weakened at that staggered time.

"Huh, hmm, hmph" Several sword lights flashed, but it was the other Firmament Sect disciples who raised the long swords in their hands, their expressions were cold, and they turned around sharply and flew up. The sword was dazzling in its light, and it was particularly dazzling in the dark night. Those few Firmament Sect disciples swept their swords like shots, and swooped down on the other two ugly men. Yin Da and Zhuo Qingchen's confrontations were evenly divided, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while, so in terms of numbers, the disciples of the Firmament Gate had the upper hand.

A series of fierce eyes burst out from the eyes of the other two ugly men, and as soon as the flags in their hands were raised, their bodies took a step forward, and suddenly a churning dead air lingered around them. With the shaking of the hands of the two ugly men, the banner "boom" stretched out, the banner was painted with complex runes, and the two of them climbed lifelessly, and the banner made a burst of "hunting" sound.

With a wave of the flag, like a thousand troops sweeping, the sturdy bodies of the two ugly men rushed to the front of Yin Da's body, they waved the flag in their hands, and a strange aura was stirred up on the flag, and everywhere the flag went, there was a gloomy dead air swirling. The long sword condensed with the sword light of the forest in an instant, and the dead qi rolled by the banner also greeted the long sword, and the sword light fell into the flag.

The strange flag waved like the wind, as if there were thousands of troops hidden in the flag, and the undulating banner covered the several sword lights. The heavy dead air was filled with a few wisps of black aura visible to the naked eye, and a few white shadows rushed away, they flipped the long sword in their hands and headed towards the two flags, but as soon as the long sword touched the flag, there was always a strange force to block the long sword, and the sword light condensed by the long sword was covered by the flag, and the speed of the white shadow began to move faster and faster.

With a "hiss", a banner flew from a long sword, and a strange force deflected the long sword, and the wisps of dead qi that rolled up seeped out and rushed towards the disciple of the Firmament Gate. Seeing this, the disciple of the Firmament Gate couldn't help but change his face, because he felt as if there was a pair of ghost eyes staring at him in the banner, which made the movement in his hand pause, and the banner followed his long sword towards him.

A strange aura poured into his nose, causing his brain to suddenly go black, and his eyes were also dark, and the long sword in his hand quickly slashed towards the banner that shrouded him, and the consciousness in his mind was scattered. His body was shrouded in the flag, and before his consciousness was gone, he felt like he was in a hell full of ghosts, and he tried to break free from the ghostly sound that surrounded his ears, and finally he fell silently, and the sword fell with his body.

"You quickly retreat, this is the Soul Banner, you are not their opponent." Zhuo Qingchen finally sensed the strangeness of the banner, and he hurriedly shouted to the other disciples.