To the west of Yanshuihe is a barren plain. The black fog is the eternal existence here, covering everything in the haze, not only blocking the vision, but even the spiritual consciousness will be affected.
Wandering on the plains all year round are wandering souls.
These wandering souls can be regarded as the most basic ghosts in the underworld. They are muddled and unintelligible, but they are spread and numerous, just like civilians in the realm.
Regardless of being just "civilians", these "civilians" in the underworld are equivalent to the existence of spiritualists in the real world, which shows that the underworld is powerful.
After taking control of Yanshuihe, Tang Jie began to develop toward the plains, and these wandering souls became his hunting targets. Now the wandering souls are basically no danger to him. Even if hundreds of wandering souls gather together, Tang Jie can easily retreat all over his body. The only thing that needs to be concerned is that the fluctuations caused by blood battles will reduce the secret spells. Therefore, it is not appropriate to fight for a long time, so as not to attract a more powerful presence.
Occasionally, Tang Jie would also try to hunt stronger targets.
Today Tang Jie left Yanshuihe and walked towards the plain as usual.
The fog on the plain is deep, and the more you go in, the thicker the mist. When you go deeper, you will almost lose your fingers.
Tang Jie didn't care either, just walking alone in the deep darkness, silently counting his steps.
When he counted three thousand steps, Tang Jie stopped.
He raised his head, looked into the darkness, and heard the terrifying laughter in the distant darkness.
The laughter was low and gloomy, as if a woman was laughing, and as if crying, like weeping like a complaint, faintly whistling with a gloomy wind. Listening in the bottom of my heart makes people feel shuddering spontaneously.
Tang Jie just smiled and said, "Little resentment, ghost tricks, don't show me yet!"
He took a breath, and with this breath, the surrounding black mist disappeared, revealing a ray of dark shadows floating in the distance.
This black shadow is a resentful soul, a promotion of a wandering soul, but it is countless times stronger and more intelligent than a wandering soul, and its strength is equivalent to a realm spirit master, and it belongs to the status of a ghost soldier in the underworld.
At this moment, the resentful soul was revealed by Tang Jie, immediately let out a scream, and threw his teeth and claws on Tang Jie. The cry was stern, like a sharp arrow pierced into Tang Jie's heart, making Tang Jie feel a headache.
Tang Jie snorted, his tongue bursting into Spring Lei: "Duh!"
The scream of the resentful soul was broken by Tang Jie's roar, and at the same time a white light condensed in his palm to hit the resentful soul. Seeing the white light flashing, the resentful soul let out a scream, first flashed, and then the figure faded.
But Tang Jie knew that the resentful soul hadn't died, it just suffered a casual loss, temporarily retreated, but will soon come back.
As the resentful soul retreated, the black mist swept back and shrouded everything around him in darkness.
Low laughter sounded around Tang Jie again.
It was the ghost that was just now, unwilling to be reconciled to his failure, and made a comeback again.
If it were replaced by the previous Tang Jie, facing this kind of ghost, he would naturally blow it out in one breath, but now Tang Jie can only deal with it cautiously. Seeing that the resentful soul returned again, it was erratic and elusive with the help of the mist.
Tang Jie looked around, but couldn’t figure out its location for a while. He suddenly heard the wind behind him, and rushed forward. Unexpectedly, the resentful soul appeared from the side and grabbed Tang Jie’s shoulder. Tang Jie felt a chill to his bones. The entire arm froze, unable to move for a while.
The resentful soul pounced on it again, but this time it touched Tang Jie's heart.
This kind of resentment is the best at sucking vitality, once let it touch the center mouth, Tang Jie's vitality can be absorbed by it immediately. At that moment, Tang Jie suddenly shouted again, his figure retreated sharply, his hands quickly squeezed out the seal, and a body-protecting Qi had appeared on his body. The resentful soul kept hitting it with one head, and at the same time that the resentful spirit touched, the resentful soul made a sound like ice and snow melting, and at the same time, a burst of white smoke came out of the resentful soul. The resentful soul screamed and continued to rush forward. Tang Jie's qi shield only blocked it, and the resentful soul was dissolved.
Seeing that cold ghost hand was about to press Tang Jie's chest, Tang Jie shouted again: "Shake!"
He didn't have the truth to enter the Tao, and this sound naturally didn't have the effect of speaking out the law, but he could use the power of the four or nine mantras.
Under the order of the word shaking, the resentful soul trembled at it.
The Tang Jie relied on the Four Nine Mantras to make all ghosts tremble, and now they are naturally handy. The next moment Tang Jie's palm flashed an electric light, which was already a flash of thunder. He entered the Dao Xiantai avatar, and all the spells are in his heart. Although he is limited by his realm, his vision and ability to comprehend spells are still beyond people's reach. , The resentful screamed, it turned into a plume of blue smoke and drifted away.
The strength of this resentful soul is not low, especially when he is in the underworld, he has inherent geographical advantages, and he can use the ghost fog to shift his position and slam his way into the west. If they were replaced by ordinary cultivators, even if they had the same realm, they would surely be killed by this resentful soul.
At this moment, Tang Jie touched his arm, blood flowed down, and the place where he had been touched by the ghost hand had gradually recovered.
It was also thanks to his dual cultivation of physical and physical methods, and his full of blood and energy, that he could regard this ghost claw as nothing, and replace it with another cultivator. Maybe this claw would just destroy an arm.
However, the sound of the Four Nine Mantras just now was not small. Tang Jie had already felt signs of surging wind around him, and there seemed to be a large number of ghosts surging in vaguely, obviously attracted by the breath that he had just leaked.
Tang Jie is still unable to fight against a large number of resentful souls, so he can only retreat.
As he retreated, Tang Jie suddenly felt something wrong.
It was completely instinct that made Tang Jie realize that it was not good.
He rushed forward desperately, but the feeling of danger in his heart was not eliminated by this, but became stronger and stronger.
Tang Jie didn't know it well, so if he wanted to run to meet Yan Shuihe, he was afraid it was too late. Heartbroken, drilled into the ground.
This underworld wasteland is formed by the condensation of dead humus, not only decayed and rotten, but also bone-eroding and highly poisonous. Tang Jie went into the soil desperately, burying himself in the mud, only showing his eyes. He didn't dare to use the escape method to drill too deep, because the escape technique itself would leave a very strong trace of the spell, but would expose himself. Drilling like this, the least likely to leave spell fluctuations.
Not long after he got into the mud, something flew from a distance. Through the heavy black fog, one could vaguely see that it was a giant bat-like existence, flying in the air with its large wings.
There are flying ghosts in the underworld, but ghosts flying with wings are rare.
So when he saw that dark shadow, Tang Jie's heart was tight.
After a while, the black shadow flew close and fell straight down not far from Tang Jie. Tang Jie could see clearly that the black shadow was a physical existence, with a hideous face, a blue face, and his mouth turned out. There are two big protruding teeth on the upper and lower sides, a pair of red horns on the top of the head, the whole body is bare and there is no hair, the claws are long, the arm is covered with a long membrane, and one hand is even holding a fork. .
Yasha!
Seeing this situation, Tang Jie had a noun in his mind.
This turned out to be a Yasha.
Yasha is a ghost in the underworld, but unlike ordinary ghosts, Yasha is a native of the underworld. From this point of view, it cannot be regarded as a ghost, because the definition of a ghost is the soul after death, but Yasha is not. It is a kind of creature that really grows and grows in the underworld. It is beaten as a ghost just because it is in the underworld.
Of course, because of being in the underworld, Yasha also has many characteristics of ghosts, such as being in the dark, eating vitality, and being cruel by nature.
Obviously, this Yasha was attracted by the vitality revealed during Tang Jie's fight just now.
Yasha belongs to the nobles of the underworld, and in the underworld, it also belongs to the existence of relatively high satin, even the lowest level has the strength of the heavenly state of mind.
This kind of strength is not something Tang Jie can resist now, so he can only bury himself in the soil, hold his breath, and remain motionless.
That Yasha seemed to be wondering why the vitality he had just sensed had suddenly disappeared.
It walked a few steps on the ground, raised its nose to the sky, a pair of dark green eyes kept turning, as if trying to pick out the existence hidden in it.
Tang Jie lay motionless.
After discovering that it was Yasha, he even buried his eyes in the soil, without showing a trace.
That Yasha couldn't find it for a long time, and gradually lost his patience, and let out a low roar:
"Oh!"
This roar came suddenly like a muffled thunder in the sky, and the blast sounded in Tang Jie's ears. If it were replaced by someone else jumping up early.
Tang Jie was motionless.
Seeing no effect, Na Yasha muttered to himself: "It seems that I made a mistake. There are no humans here."
Yasha is noble in the underworld, and his intelligence is no different from human beings, but he can talk.
After saying this, that Yasha had already flew into the air, but left.
Tang Jie remained motionless.
He just lay quietly in the mud, allowing the mulch to erode his body, never moving.
I don't know how long it took, and finally, a dark shadow appeared in the sky.
But that Yasha is back again.
It never left.
Looking around again, it found that there was still nothing, then it slapped its wings and left, but this time it really left.
Watching that Yasha disappear into the night, Tang Jie slowly sat up.
He faintly said: "Next time you lie, remember not to use human language. Idiot."
Although Yasha was called Gao Zhi in the underworld, in Tang Jie's eyes, it was no different from a fool. If you are deceived by this kind of thing, you don't need to be confused.
Tang Jie walked towards Yan Shuihe after patted the dirt off his body.