Counting the ghosts and spectres gushed out instantly and were confused by the sounds of heady birds. Even the ferocious spectre became at a loss.

As if summoned by something, all the ghosts rushed to the darkness ahead
Bang!
A blue fire lights up.
In the darkness, a passage appeared.
It is still a stone bridge, but it is much wider.
The stone bridge is suspended with a huge stone statue. The lotus base is like an owl with six wings, but the face is an old man. His eyes are kind and he looks at Fang’s ghosts …
Return to the nine secluded places and sleep forever.
Wang Xuan somehow remembered those ancient folk customs in Middle-earth.
"What are you staring at? Let’s go!"
Shaw soil and complete urged two people immediately mixed with ghosts team.
Bang!
Another stone lamp lights up ahead and a new road is born.
And the rear with the ghost stone lamp extinguished stone bridge also disappeared in vain …
Chapter six hundred and twenty-seven Old Dragon’s chance. How noisy hades are!
I don’t know how far I have traveled in the dark.
The lampstand of the heady bird statue in front is still lit one by one. The stone bridge is spreading. The ghosts around it have completely lost consciousness and mechanically walked in the endless darkness …
Wang Xuan eyebrows slightly wrinkled heart had a bad feeling.
Johnson Xiao Tu, who is close to the enchantment, is even more impatient. "We are afraid that we are going the wrong way. Wanshan array can go straight to the second floor of Jiuyou. This road is mostly the ghost. Who knows where it will lead!"
Wang Xuan was silent for a didn’t answer.
No one can be sure of such a thing.
Nine days are divided into nine huge celestial worlds by nine walls and Xinghai, while nine deep and remote worlds are constantly moving to nine floors.
Where the soul of all things belongs, the nine deep and remote innate gods have never been set foot on the ninth floor …
Then what they are going now is probably a point of no return!
The most troublesome thing is that they have to go again.
They will disappear into the void together as the candlestick in the rear goes out because of stopping.
At this moment, the front suddenly changed.
A newly appeared heady bird candlestick has been damaged, its surface is full of cracks, even its head has been cut off, and the candlelight is flickering.
And with the flickering candlelight, the stone bridge also changes constantly.
Wang Xuanxiao soil eyes a bright at the same time.
Their eyesight is extraordinary. Seeing the changes of the stone bridge’s reality and reality, they are vaguely bizarre and madly sweeping the sand.
It’s the exit!
Two people which also don’t see something strange.
It was vandalized here to create an exit.
"Go!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the two men watched the opportunity and disappeared instantly with Xiao Tu’s folded drink.
While the remaining spirits continue to lead to the unknown destination with the lampstands lit one by one …
……
Hoo ~
The wind swept through Wang Xuangang and he realized that it was wrong when he opened his eyes.
Different from the first floor of Jiuyou, although it is still freezing cold here, it is extremely dry. The yellow sand is all over the sky and the foot is a desert.
The sky seems to have a light source, but it is covered by sandstorms. Even Wang Xuan can’t see what it is.
"Ha!"
Xiao Tu was in a good mood, but looked around and laughed. "His old husband didn’t know it, but the books on the second floor of Jiuyou are recorded. It is like this."
Wang Xuan sink a way "predecessors can know the way?"
"How should I know!"
Xiao Tu grumpily scolded 1, and then looked at his body, and his eyes were full of bitterness. "But it is not a problem to find the ghost Johnson here through this curse induction."
Words didn’t say that finish, I saw my bloody eyes turn around and look at the northwest.
Xiao Tu suddenly looked up. "Let’s go right there!"
Then he rose.
Wang Xuan’s silence followed.
He was not at all happy.
The biggest goal this time is to rescue Li Qianqiu and others.
Li Yuan, the soldier’s sage, rushed into Wanshan array, mostly falling into this place, but Li Qianqiu, controlled by the haunting bird, may have gone to a more distant place with the ghost road.
Thought of here, a slight sigh in Wang Xuan’s heart speeds up the murderous look.
Vengeance and blood debts have been accumulated, and no one can rest until these scourges are completely uprooted.
Unconsciously, two hours passed.
Although there is no mountain detour on the second floor of Jiuyou, it seems that there will never be an end to the boundless desert.