Chapter 675: Phantom

Seeing a large number of anti-celestial cultivators gathered together and discussing what happened during the year, Yang Yao immediately leaned in and joined them, Chen Chen thought and followed behind.
There are about 20 anti-celestial cultivators here. In addition to three cultivators who were originally Mahayana, there are also four new Mahayana including myself and Yang Yao. As for the others, they are all cultivators at the peak of the tribulation. for.
In general, the strength of this group of people has improved a lot from a year ago.
Seeing many people's faces full of complacency, Chen Chen felt a little sorrowful.
I don't know what it means to be pitted. These people are the best example.
"We will enter the Temple of the Underworld in a moment. Don't separate."
"Well, that's natural."
"Please take good care of several seniors!"
The anti-sky alliance cultivators whispered.
Chen Chen looked at the Mahayana of the Underworld Realm in the distance, and saw a lot of jokes in their eyes, but they were disdainful. Many of them knew that the Demon Puppet Saint King had cast a soul-separation seed on these Anti-Sky Alliance monks.
...
Thousands of monks had different thoughts. After a while, a man and a woman suddenly appeared above the crowd.
Seeing this man and woman, Chen Chen's pupils shrank slightly.
He is too familiar with these two people. The male is the Heavenly Underworld Saint King, and the female is the fairy puppet of the Demon Puppet Saint King. The two hunted him for a few months, but he was still near Mingyuan. .
This perseverance
"This trip to the Hades Temple was hosted by me and the Heavenly Hades Saint King. Everyone present should know that we will enter the real spirit world in three years, so we will enter Hades Temple so frequently these years.
These opportunities are not easy to come by, and I hope you will cherish them. "
The female puppet said leisurely, her voice very tactfully.
I don't know if it is an illusion, Chen Chen always feels that the eyes of the female puppet and the Heavenly Underworld Saint King always look at a bald monk in the crowd from time to time.
The bald-headed monk had a simple face, and it seemed that he had only the cultivation base during the Tribulation Period. Among the thousands of monks, only the bald-headed monk was a bit conspicuous.
But since it can attract the attention of the two great holy kings, this bald monk is definitely not ordinary.
"System, who is the strongest in a hundred miles?"
"The Heavenly Underworld Saint King at the upper left of the host."
Chen Chen asked several times, and did not ask any clues, so he did not continue to ask, but the bald cultivator was secretly remembered by him.
The fairy puppet said some words of encouragement at this time, and when the evil Yin Qi in Mingyuan reached a certain level, she looked up at the void.
The Heavenly Underworld Saint King also looked up, and everyone followed, only to see a portal in the sky.
"The portal of the Underworld Temple is becoming more and more illusory. One hundred thousand years ago, no Mahayana peak cultivator was needed to open this portal. Thirty thousand years ago, a Mahayana peak cultivator was needed to open the portal. Now two people are needed."
The monks of the Nether Abyss Realm who had been in sighed softly.
As soon as his voice fell, the fairy puppet and the Heavenly Underworld Saint King shot at the same time, and two extremely complicated chains of laws appeared in the void, and then embedded in the portal.
"open!"
The two sage kings sang softly at the same time, the chain of the law stretched suddenly, and the door of the temple of the gods slowly opened.
call!
A gust of yin wind blew out from inside, and many monks shivered subconsciously.
In addition, there were weird sounds such as sobbing and crying in the portal.
"Could it be that Ming Yuan really leads to hell?"
Chen Chen couldn't help thinking.
Looking at the other Anti-Sky Alliance cultivators, looking at the portal of the Underworld Temple at this time, his eyes were full of fear.
The Mahayana cultivator who had been in Ziyue was not afraid. Seeing the door of the Temple of the Underworld opened wide, he flew in in a flash, and the other monks of the Nether Abyss Realm Crossing Tribulation followed.
The anti-Sky Alliance monks looked at each other, and no one was in the forefront.
Chen Chen smiled when he saw this, and flew into it first. With him taking the lead, other talents followed.
As soon as he entered the Temple of the Underworld, a yin wind rushed toward his face, and the clothes of the people were hunting and hunting.
Chen Chen looked around. About a hundred miles away, there was indeed an abandoned ruined palace in the dim space, surrounded by fallen leaves.
In the sky above the palace, a group of spirit bodies are wandering aimlessly, which looks quite strange.
In addition to this palace, there are desolate mountains and deserted forests, and dry rivers in this secret realm. Chen Chen roughly estimated that this secret realm would take up ten thousand li.
"What a ghost place..."
Looking at this environment, Chen Chen muttered inwardly, and at the same time tracked it with the system.
It turns out that there are no valuable treasures in a radius of a hundred miles around him, and some are just a large number of unconscious spirit bodies.
Twenty Anti-Sky Alliance cultivators saw this scene and subconsciously moved closer.
At this moment, a spirit body in the distance seemed to notice something and looked towards the direction where everyone was.
Thousands of monks' breathing was stagnant for this, even those monks like Ziyue who had entered the Temple of the Underworld became extremely solemn in an instant.
call……
The spirit body made a weird sound, and then slowly floated towards the monks.
While floating, the surface of the spirit body began to change rapidly, and when the monks were less than 100 meters away, he had already turned into a gray-clothed old man.
In the crowd, one person whispered: "The spiritual body of the Underworld Temple can automatically transform into the way he has seen it. Not only that, it can also imitate the power of the monk's law."
Everyone followed the prestige, and it was an old man in gray who spoke in the crowd, exactly the same as the phantom body.
"Imitate the power of the law? What about the strength of this spirit body?"
Mahayana questioned against Tianmeng.
The gray-clothed old man stared at the spirit body and replied: "Only the power of the law is equivalent to the person being imitated. Although they have no magic weapon, they are tireless and can maintain their peak state at all times.
Fighting with another self can clearly recognize one's own flaws. If the spirit body can be killed, then the spirit body will be transformed into the power of pure law and integrated into the body of the killer. "
Directly enhance the power of the law!
Hearing this ~EbookFREE.me~, a group of anti-celestial cultivators finally knew the power of this Temple of Underworld.
In the true spirit world, the power of the law can only be enlightened by oneself.
There was also a wave of waves in Chen Chen's heart, using external forces to increase the power of the law. He only saw Xie Tianxing doing this, but he didn't expect that the Mingyuan realm could do it.
"kill!"
Seeing that the spirit body was approaching, the gray-clothed old man roared and greeted him, and the two sides quickly fought a battle within this secret realm.
This battle quickly shocked a large number of spiritual bodies in the distance, and the appearance of these spiritual bodies began to change rapidly, turning into the appearance of a monk here.
At this time, Chen Chen's eyes twitched slightly. I don't know if it was because he was too handsome. Ten of those spirit bodies turned into their own appearances. Looking at other monks, there were only two at most. That's it.
Is it possible that this spirit body also has a heart for beauty?
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