Chapter 114 The Ghost King! Crying Soul feasts!
And as the two Star Palace law enforcement elders left.
The remaining seven Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other.
Wan Tianming took the lead and turned into a white shadow, instantly escaping into the formation.
Upon seeing this, Barbarian Beard quickly followed without any hesitation.
After all nine Nascent Souls stepped into the light curtain.
Yan Yun then set off and led Yuan Yao towards the formation that emitted a faint white light.
As soon as the two of them stepped onto the formation's light curtain, the surrounding light curtain suddenly changed.
I saw a pitch black space appearing in front of me.
The two of them were standing in front of a small slope, their whole bodies covered in gray.
There was an endless gray mist floating everywhere.
Gusts of dark wind kept surging, making sounds like ghosts crying, shrieking and whistling.
It makes people feel cold inside.
Near the slope, there was a layer of vague white light that enveloped the two of them.
This makes it impossible for the ghost mist to get even close.
This is the first level, ghost fog.
Yuan Yao beside him looked at the thick ghost mist.
She frowned slightly and couldn't help but whisper:
"Han Li, I heard that the first level of the Ghost Wrong Place was not difficult at first!"
"But as more and more monks fell into the field, their bodies were full of hostility, and after death they turned into powerful ghosts. It is said that three hundred years ago, there was already a ghost king here with great sanity!"
The ghost king with sanity is in such a netherworld place.
Its strength is comparable to that of a peak pill-forming monk.
Looking at the thick ghost mist in front of him, Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and gently brushed the spirit beast bag with his right hand.
An underestimated green monkey appeared on his shoulder.
The fierce ghosts here may be very dangerous to other alchemy monks.
But for Yu Yanyun, there was no threat.
Yan Yun even planned to stay in this ghost fog area for a while.
Letting your crying soul swallow more ghosts can also increase its strength.
Looking at the emerald green monkey on Yan Yun's shoulder, Yuan Yao's eyes moved slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Crying Soul Beast!"
Yuan Yao's red lips moved slightly, and she couldn't help but whisper: "But it was refined by the young master of Qingyang Clan?"
Yan Yun nodded slightly, gently stroked the soul-crying beast's head with his right hand, and said with a smile: "Well, I discovered it accidentally after killing the young master of Qingyang Clan!"
Yuan Yao suddenly realized, nodded slightly, looked at the Soul Crying Beast, and whispered: "With the Soul Crying Beast, you don't have to worry about this level."
Although the Crying Soul Beast usually looks cute and cute, if it encounters a fierce ghost, it will swallow it into its belly with just a slight sniff.
In less than an hour or three, it will be completely exhausted.
According to rumors, every time the Crying Soul Beast is born, it is the day when the Chaos Star Sea undergoes great changes.
With this in mind, Yan Yun touched his chin and thought carefully.
It has to be said that in the original work, after Han Li obtained the Soul Crying Beast, he really turned the Sea of Stars upside down.
The two of them, Yan Yun, didn't stay too long and passed directly through the white light curtain and entered the ghost mist.
As soon as the two stepped into the ghost mist, the surging gray mist seemed to be alive.
He rolled towards the two of them.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, waved his sleeves, and a blue spiritual power instantly condensed on the surface of his body.
As soon as Guiwu Fang approached, he was shattered by the green light and could not get closer.
The gray-white fog here has extraordinary power, but it is still much weaker than the blood evil fog in the invisible secret realm.
After all, the blood evil mist in the invisible secret realm is extremely powerful.
Only monks in the elixir formation stage can resist.
Looking at the gray-white ghost energy, Yuan Yao frowned slightly, not daring to be careless at all.
With a wave of his sleeves, he saw a pale white spiritual light wrapping around his body.
The two looked at each other, then looked around, walking on the uneven mud.
Due to the strong evil spirit in this place, the muddy ground under your feet is full of pits, extremely damp and heavy with moisture.
The two of them walked like this for a full hour, and the color of the surrounding ghost mist gradually turned from gray to white.
I walked like this for who knows how long, and nothing happened along the way.
"Click!"
With a crisp click sound, Yan Yun suddenly stopped and moved his right foot away from the spot.
His eyes looked down below him.
A snow-white skeleton was wrapped in a layer of cyan clothes. There was also a broken sword in its hand, which was extremely white and crystal clear.
If it is in good condition, it would be a good magic weapon.
Yan Yun shook his head slightly and flicked his wrist.
A palm-sized cyan magic fire fell from his hand.
It landed directly on the bones.
"Stab it!"
Accompanied by harsh burning sounds, the flames burned rapidly, and the bones were completely burned in an instant.
It turned into a little bit of pitch black scum.
"Qingyang Demonic Fire!"
Looking at the cyan magic fire thrown out of Yan Yun's hand, he saw Yuan Yao's eyes widening with surprise flashing in his eyes.
He has seen the strength of the young master of Qingyang Clan, so he is naturally no stranger to Qingyang Demonic Fire.
In the entire Qingyang Sect, except for Master Sanyang, the Yuanying monk, it is the young master of the Qingyang Sect who knows this method.
Its power is extraordinary.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yun actually mastered this powerful method.
"Woooo!"
At this moment, a low cry suddenly came from the distance.
The voice sounded like a woman's voice, high-pitched and low-pitched, almost incoherent, making people extremely irritated and uneasy.
"This is?"
Yuan Yao's expression changed slightly, and as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he suddenly found a loud cry in his ears.
It made Yuan Yao dizzy and even started to dance, unable to restrain herself.
Yan Yun's eyes were slightly closed, and powerful spiritual consciousness surged instantly.
After a while, the discomfort in my mind was driven away.
The haunting sound!
This is the innate spell of high-level demons and ghosts. It only needs to be used when facing the enemy.
It can make the blood flow all over the opponent's body, whose cultivation level is far lower than his own, making him unable to control himself and dance wildly.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Yuan Yao beside him, and shouted lowly.
As soon as these words came out, Yuan Yao suddenly woke up.
He was filled with fear in his heart, if it weren't for Yan Yun's soft cry just now.
Already lost in that ghostly sound.
"This ghost is not weak!"
Yan Yun was not surprised but overjoyed, and gently stroked the soul-crying beast on his shoulder with his right hand.
The emerald green soul-crying beast swayed slightly, its eyes were full of light, and it looked particularly excited.
It was as if I had discovered some delicious food.
"Let's go!"
Yan Yun's body swayed and instantly turned into a light blue shadow, fleeing into the distance.
Yan Yun was extremely fast. In just one breath, he was already a hundred feet away.
At this moment, a black shadow completely shrouded in black mist appeared ten feet away from Yan Yun.
Its mouth spits out an emerald-green orb, driving the natal orb.
It seems to be breathing, constantly absorbing the dark and dark energy around it.
Next to it, there were two dark green humanoid ghosts as tall as one person.
Except for their pointed heads and the fact that each of their hands held a short white bone fork several feet long, these two monsters were just like ordinary green-haired zombies.
"Ghost Yaksha!"
Yan Yun's eyes narrowed, but he immediately recognized the identity of these two ghosts.
Ghost Yaksha is a very rare type of zombie. It is one of the few ghosts that can move in the daytime and travel around the world.
The strength of these two ghost yakshas is not weak, comparable to that of the alchemy monks.
The other ghost named "Wei Wu" appears to be slightly weaker, only comparable to the peak of foundation building.
But the turquoise orb he was offering sacrifices to was in his mouth.
It turned out to be a magic weapon, and after it was obtained, it was entangled with hundreds of years of Yin Qi.
The power erupted from every move was actually comparable to the methods of a pill-forming monk.
"Roar!"
The appearance of Yanyun Yuanyao immediately attracted the attention of these three ghosts.
Especially the two ghost yakshas raised their heads and roared, letting out a shrill roar.
Then the two zombies quickly waved two bone forks.
Two emerald-green will-o'-the-wisps quickly emerged from the bone cross.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yan Yun.
Looking at the two emerald-green will-o'-the-wisps, the Soul Crying Beast on its shoulders suddenly rolled its nose, and a yellow glow appeared.
It spurted out from his mouth in an instant.
No matter how fierce the will-o'-the-wisp is, as long as it is rolled up by the glow, it will be sucked into the belly without any trace left.
A quick look revealed that the Soul Crying Beast had the upper hand.
However, since Ghost Yaksha has a body, the still young Soul Crying Beast cannot use the soul-sucking divine light to devour it.
"Yuan Yao, you and the Soul Crying Beast are going to deal with Wei Wu!"
Yan Yun patted the soul-crying beast on his shoulder, and it understood immediately.
It turned into a virtual shadow and rushed towards the black shadow.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Yao held up an emerald green poison flag in his right hand, pouring spiritual power into it, and poisonous mist kept pouring out.
In the left hand is a blue Qingyang Orb, with wisps of blue demonic fire pouring out from it.
These two magic weapons were both given to him by Yan Yun.
The Poison Flag magic weapon came from the Qingyang Clan elder who died in the hands of Yan Yun.
The Qingyang Pearl comes from the young master of the Qingyang Sect.
Since Yan Yun has mastered the Qingyang Demonic Fire, the Qingyang Orb is naturally of no value to him. It would be great to leave Yuan Yao to protect himself.
Weiwu saw a trace of fear flashing in his eyes when he saw the crying soul rushing towards him.
This comes from instinctive fear.
The emerald green orb he was refining suddenly turned into a green shadow and flew straight towards Yuan Yao.
Its speed was extremely fast, and it instantly collided with the poisonous mist pouring out of the poison flag.
A series of squeaking sounds were made.
at the same time.
"Crack!"
Along with a series of burning sounds of flames, streaks of orange-red Qingyang Demonic Fire instantly flew from the Qingyang Orb.
In an instant, he arrived in front of Weiwu.
The green orb magic weapon has been entangled in the poison flag, and now it has no means of protection.
The surging Qingyang Demonic Fire instantly wrapped around Wei Wu.
The severe pain made Weiwu scream and roll on the ground.
At this moment, the Soul Crying Beast shook its nose, and a yellow light instantly enveloped Wei Wu.
Take it directly into your body.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Suddenly, a howling wind sounded, and a thick gray fog swept in from the distance.
At a glance, there are dozens of Weiwu, emerging from the ghost mist.
Yuan Yao's eyes narrowed, she never expected that Wei Wu had more than just one, but there were so many.
"Well done!"
At this moment, a green shadow flashed past, and Yan Yun appeared beside Yuan Yao.
Looking at the dozens of Weiwu, his eyes were full of joy.
If the crying soul can be allowed to swallow these Weiwu, I think the strength will be improved a lot.
"Have you dealt with those two ghost yakshas?"
Seeing Yan Yun's appearance, Yuan Yao's red lips moved slightly and couldn't help but exclaimed.
The two Gui Yakshas, who could only match the strength of the initial stage of pill formation, were unable to pose the slightest threat to Yan Yun.
Two thunder blades killed the two ghost yakshas.
"Crying soul, take action!"
As Yan Yun finished speaking, he saw the Soul Crying Beast twitching its nose hard, and an orange soul-sucking aura instantly emerged from its nose.
Its speed was extremely fast, and it landed on the dozens of Weiwu in the blink of an eye.
The yellow light surged, and the powerful dark wind continued to rush towards Weiwu rapidly.
With the display of the soul-absorbing divine light, these Weiwu soul bodies continued to tremble.
"Go!"
Yan Yun chuckled softly, and a stream of blue-purple light flew out of his hand in an instant.
Feng Lei Zhu was extremely fast and suddenly appeared in the group of Wei Wu.
"Boom!"
As a huge roar sounded, the Wind Thunder Bead exploded, and green-purple wind blades continued to pour out of the Wind Thunder Bead.
A blue wind blade was entangled with wisps of purple thunder.
As soon as Tou Weiwufang was touched by the thunder blade, his expression suddenly changed and he let out shrill screams.
And while this group of Weiwu was injured, the soul-sucking divine light of the soul-crying beast increased greatly.
The arc of divine light completely enveloped the group of Weiwu in an instant.
"Whoops!"
Then a sharp sound broke through the air.
The soul-sucking divine light instantly swallowed this group of Weiwu completely.
The crying soul beast that swallowed Weiwu shook its head with relief in its eyes.
The ghost energy is wrapped around the body, and the aura becomes more and more powerful.
And as this group of Weiwu were swallowed up, the surrounding ghost energy instantly dissipated a lot, as if a vacuum zone appeared.
"Let's take advantage of this time to leave this netherworld as soon as possible!"
Yuan Yao on the side looked at Yan Yun with a happy face.
Yan Yun glanced at Yuan Yao, waved his hand gently, and said: "No rush, I plan to stay here for some time!"
This place is so dangerous that monks who usually break into the Xutian Palace can't wait to leave here immediately.
Who would have thought that Yan Yun was so weird that he actually wanted to stay in this land of ghosts for a long time.
But his eyes fell on the soul-crying beast in Yan Yun's hand, and his face showed surprise.
It turns out that Yan Yun did all this for the Soul Crying Beast.
"Let's go!"
Yan Yun waved his sleeves and turned into a blue shadow, escaping towards the Netherworld.
Yuan Yao followed closely behind Yan Yun.
A few hours later.
A steep mountain peak appeared in front of the two of them.
The Yin Qi was as black as ink, and as soon as Fang got close, he could feel the bone-chilling chill.
Three fierce ghosts were suspended in the air, looking at the two people who suddenly appeared with hateful expressions.
His eyes were full of greed.
To these fierce ghosts, Yan Yun and Yuan Yao are sweet flesh and blood.
Mesmerizing and charming.
Yan Yun looked at the three ghosts in mid-air, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Educate the soul and fly the spirit!"
The strength of these three seductive flying spirits is not weak, enough to rival the monks in the early stage of pill formation.
And in such a dark place, there are three fierce ghosts walking together.
Even if you are a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, you may not be able to compete with these three seducing spirits.
Yan Yun glanced at the three charming spirits, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and waved his sleeves.
Three thunder blades condensed in front of him.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Along with three extremely sharp sounds of breaking through the air, three thunder blades were seen piercing the air and arriving in front of Guhun Feiling in the blink of an eye.
"Ah!"
Three sharp ghost roars sounded, and the raging ghost mist entangled in front of the soul-loving Feiling.
Trying to use this method to resist the attack of thunder blade.
With a "stab" sound, the sharp thunder blade slashed down hard.
The thunder blade was so powerful that it directly cut the three soul-sucking spirits in half.
But before the ghosts dissipated, the emerald-green soul-crying beast on its shoulders shook its nose, and a soul-sucking light instantly fell on the three groups of fierce ghosts.
"Whoops!"
The deep yellow divine light directly absorbed the three souls into the body.
As the three soul-catching flying spirits were swallowed, the green light on the soul-crying beast became more and more dazzling.
The sinister aura in his body also seemed particularly strong.
"As expected of a soul-crying beast!"
Looking at the Soul Crying Beast on his shoulder, Yan Yun stretched out his right hand and gently touched the Soul Crying Beast's head.
The full Crying Soul Beast looked very docile and kept shaking its head.
Let Yan Yun touch her.
"The yin energy here is very strong, there is no chance that you will encounter the ghost king here!"
Yuan Yao frowned slightly, looking at the mountain peaks in front of her that were wrapped in Yin Qi, and couldn't help but whisper.
"As long as you are not at the Nascent Soul stage, that's fine!"
Yan Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and laughed softly.
If Yan Yun encounters a ghost king in the Nascent Soul stage and wants to kill him, he may use the true form of wind and thunder.
Only then can there be hope.
Seeing Yan Yun so confident, Yuan Yao couldn't say anything.
Two shadows, one green and one white, flew towards the top of the mountain.
As we get closer to the mountain, the number of enchanting spirits we encounter increases.
When they reached the top of the mountain, there were more than twenty seductive flying spirits that had entered the belly of the crying soul.
The Yin evil on his body became stronger and stronger, and his aura became stronger.
"Roar!"
At this moment, a roar came from the distance.
In the dark evil aura, a huge ghost with a height of three feet escaped from the evil aura.
Its face was ferocious, with two snow-white sharp horns on top of its head, and it held an emerald-green bone fork.
The air of ice is constantly lingering on the bone fork.
The figure swayed, and the biting Yin evil ice wrapped around the ghost king.
Then he saw the ghost king swaying, his face showing ferociousness, and he was charging towards Yan Yun.
"The ghost king at the peak of his alchemy stage!"
Yan Yun glanced at this huge ghost king and murmured: "There is only one step left to break through the Nascent Soul stage!"
If it could devour this ghost king, the Soul Crying Beast might be able to achieve its first breakthrough.
When the time comes to enter the netherworld formed by Rahu, I will have greater confidence.
"Whoops!"
A blue-purple purple thunder spirit wood sword turned into a blue-purple shadow and cut through the air.
Suddenly appeared in front of the Ghost King.
The Ghost King reacted quickly and waved his bone fork, condensing biting frost out of thin air.
The frost condensed and formed, forming a thick ice crystal shield in front of him.
"Click!"
The power of the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword is extraordinary. It can penetrate the ice crystal shield with just one breath without slowing down its speed.
Already arrived in front of the Ghost King.
He took a deep breath of pitch-black Yin Qi, and then exhaled it heavily.
The Yin Qi blew past and turned directly into a black ice, completely covering the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword.
From a distance, it looks like a pitch-black ice cube.
"Can it actually freeze my Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword?"
(End of chapter)