Why do I seem to have taken the protagonist's script as a villain?

However, this situation did not last long. After Luo Qingyue glanced at the invisible white-robed figure in the distance again, she stopped lingering any longer.

With a little tip of the toe, the figure quickly flew towards the black curtain in the sinkhole, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Then let us brothers also go on a journey."

Beside the sinkhole, the Qingming Ghost King and the other ghost kings looked at each other, and immediately entered it eagerly.

The opportunity to open this kind of great secret realm is very rare even for them.

Opportunities are present, if you hesitate even a little bit, wouldn’t it be a waste of a golden opportunity?

With the departure of several ghost kings, the place that had been dead silent just now suddenly became noisy like an explosion.

"Okay, the Ghost King has gone in, so let's hurry up, otherwise all the benefits will be taken away and we will have no chance!"

"Get out of the way and let me go first!"

"..."

In just a few breaths, all the ghost cultivators in the field rushed towards the direction of the black curtain, each running faster than the other.

"A bunch of idiots, so eager to die..."

Mo Ling, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the distance, heard a noise and opened his eyes slightly. Looking at this scene, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Will the Great Secret Realm be so easy to enter?

If you want to enter the secret realm of Youtu, you must have the corresponding secret realm token.

And in the underworld, only the master of the palace is qualified to condense this kind of thing. The quantity is very rare. How can these ordinary ghost cultivators possess it.

.....

Mo Ling watched this scene quietly.

The result was not what he expected. After a few breaths, the crowd was blocked by a transparent barrier about ten feet away from the black screen. Only a few people flashed a red light and were then teleported in.

And more ghost cultivators were blocked by a barrier and couldn't get any closer.

......

And at some point, as time gradually passed, the surrounding black fog became thicker and thicker, and the crowds rushing towards the black screen seemed to become more and more restless.

"Ahhh!"

Suddenly, a thin man in the crowd began to swell.

In the blink of an eye, his thin body suddenly grew to a height of three to four meters!

The two arms were as thick as buckets, with purple blood vessels protruding out.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes gradually covered with scarlet.

Immediately, he grabbed an unlucky man next to him, swallowed it in his mouth, and started chewing. Dirty blood continued to drip from the corners of his mouth.

But this was just the beginning, as the surrounding black mist became thicker and thicker.

More and more ghost cultivators in the field went crazy, and began to reveal their true identities, and began to attack the things around them.

"Quick, run!"

Seeing this scene, the other ghost cultivators who were still awake looked frightened and retreated one after another.

"Damn it, they were controlled by the black mist, and now they probably only have the will to kill in their minds..."

A ghost cultivator whose right arm had just been torn off by his companions, but who was lucky enough to escape, looked at the purgatory-like scene in front of him and murmured with some lingering fear.

He didn't notice at all that the unreal black fog around him was constantly getting into his broken arm...

"Yes, that's it. You can be a little more crazy."

The field was becoming more and more chaotic. At this time, Mo Ling had also stood up, and the momentum around him was rising!

......

As these ghost cultivators fought crazily, a large amount of dirty blood mixed with ghost energy continued to drip onto the ground.

The blood was drawn by an unknown force and continued to flow towards Mo Ling's feet.

And his cultivation level also continued to improve, and in a short period of time, he directly stepped from the Soul Training Realm to the Yang Shen Realm!

"What a pity, is this the limit I can reach now?"

After a while, Mo Ling opened his eyes, raised his leg and stepped on it hard. After breaking the pull of the force, he let out a breath of turbid air.

There was some bloodthirsty madness in his reddish eyes.

.....

The secret realm of Youtu is not something he can calculate now.

So from the beginning, Mo Ling planned to take this opportunity to devour other ghost cultivators to quickly increase his strength.

This is one of the secret techniques he learned when he was the master of the palace.

It's just a pity that he hasn't got a position yet, and without the blessing of the power of the rules, this secret technique has limits after all.

If there is no power of that rule to fill the gap in the future.

Then, his future realm will stop here.

This is a risky move.

Luo Qingyue's current attitude made Mo Ling a little anxious. He was not used to the feeling that this kind of thing was inexplicably beyond his control...

So he must...

"boom--"

A dull crash suddenly sounded in his ears, and his thoughts were interrupted, waiting for Mo Ling to look back.

The next second, his pupils shrank violently.

I saw a huge body crashing to the ground, followed closely by a pale golden spiritual sword. The sword penetrated the chest of the body, and finally penetrated deeply into the ground.

"The breath of this sword is..."

Feeling that familiar aura, Mo Ling's heartbeat suddenly stopped at this moment.

A pair of scarlet eyes were full of shock, and his face was a little pale.

"Sword Domain!"

Before Mo Ling could continue to think, a soft shout continued to be heard in the sky, and the spiritual sword pierced into the ground trembled.

In an instant, circles and circles of light golden ripples quickly rippled out from the spirit sword.

Wherever the ripples were caused, those ghost cultivators who fell into madness instantly turned into little bits of dust, not even a piece of flesh was left behind.

The originally dense black fog around him slowly melted in the golden light, gradually revealing the mess under the black fog.

"Here, which Lord Ghost King took action?"

The originally noisy field fell into chaos.

The ghost cultivators who were pushed out along with the ripples seemed to be frozen at this moment. They all stayed in place, daring not to move.

At this time, only a lonely figure still stood in the void.

A piece of white clothes danced in the wind, like an immortal descending into the world.

Her ink-dyed hair was tied back casually, and her delicate facial features were vaguely visible in the hazy black mist.

There was just a hint of cold air between his brows, which made him look a bit cold and repulsive to people thousands of miles away.

"Here, is this the newly promoted Ghost King?"

"I don't know, but the slave family likes this type~"

Seeing this scene in front of them, everyone could not help but exclaim.

Especially some female ghost cultivators with "special" cultivation methods, they can't wait to pounce on them immediately and take a "careful" look at this perfect face~~

"Arlo..."

Different from the reaction of others, Mo Ling silently glanced at the face of the person above him, and then ran away madly towards the black screen without looking back.

Although the person who was killed with a sword just now was one of his followers, Mo Ling had no intention of avenging him at this time.

The current development is completely beyond his control. He does not remember that the man will appear in Hades at this time!

All plans have been disrupted!

After that battle, he no longer had the slightest idea of ​​fighting the opponent.

Now he just wants to try his best to gain Luo Qingyue's trust before the other party...