"Spiritual pulse? That's it!" Chu Jun said to himself.
Luo Heng and Fan Jian both looked over, with questioning looks in their eyes.
Chu Jun explained in a low voice: "This is the counter-spiritual vein. The ghost clan has transformed the original great spirit tribe in Tianlang City into the counter-spiritual vein. The counter-spiritual vein does not release spiritual energy, but instead swallows it. No wonder the plants around Tianlang City are It was destroyed so quickly!”
Fan Jian couldn't help but ask: "So that's the case, can the reverse spirit vein be transformed back?"
"Of course, the spiritual vein in my little world turns out to be the reverse spiritual vein!"
Xiaoxiao said happily: "Then after these hateful ghosts are driven away, we can turn the reverse spirit vein back into the spirit vein!"
Luo Heng pointed to the corpses piled around the spiritual veins and said coldly: "Do you think it's weird that they brought so many corpses here?"
"Stern-faced ghost, what did you find?" Fan Jian asked curiously.
"These corpses appear to be arranged in a disorderly manner, but they seem to be piled up according to a certain pattern!"
Chu Jun observed carefully once and found that the corpses seemed to be arranged according to some subtle rules. Xiaoxiao stared at it for a while, feeling his stomach was churning, and he actually squatted down and vomited.
Suddenly there was a loud shout, and then two cold ghost powers swept towards the location of the four people.
"Oh, I've been discovered!" Fan Jian whispered.
Xiaoxiao covered her mouth with a handkerchief and looked at Chu Jun timidly, her face flushed. The latter could only smile bitterly: "Let's go!" After saying that, he jumped out and took the lead. The ghost lieutenant who rushed over was violently swatted away.
"There's a human intruder!"
"Enemy attack!"
A sharp whistle sounded from the cave, and it was like a pot exploding, and countless ghost mist roared towards them.
"You're good, I've been planning a killing spree for a long time!" Fan Jian was not surprised but overjoyed. He stabbed out the broken sword in his hand continuously, with a flash of purple light and sword intent. In an instant, there were more than a dozen ghost soldiers with swords between their eyebrows and sharp swords. As the thought passed through his mind, the ghost tooth stones fell to the floor with a clanking sound. They were all broken into several sections, and the cuts were smooth and smooth.
Although Fan Jian's cultivation is still at the early stage of the Golden Core, his understanding of the sword's intention has reached the second level of the sword's heart since the last time he dealt with the Gong family's ancestor Wen Cheng. It is solid and sharp, and can affect the mind of those who are in the Golden Core stage.
"Don't be obsessed with fighting. Let's talk about it after we leave the city!" Chu Jun said loudly.
The four of them flew out of the cave as fast as lightning. There was no enemy in their path. The long swords of Fan Jian and Luo Heng were like harvesters, harvesting the ghost soldiers who rushed towards them. Another crop. Chu Jun took the lead, and the Tai'a sword opened and slashed, sweeping across the world like thunder. It was really unstoppable. Xiaoxiao followed Chu Jun depressedly, and it was never her turn to take action.
Soon, the four of them fought their way out of the cave. Fan Jian said heartily: "How happy I am. Boss, don't go back and kill me again and kill all these ghost tribe's bastards!"
"Let's talk after we get out of the city!" Chu Jun flew out of the city without stopping. There are tens of thousands of ghosts in the city, and Chu Jun is not so hot-headed as to think that the four of him can fight against tens of thousands of ghosts, and when the ghost masters arrive, it will be a question of whether they can escape.
At this time, the entire ghost clan in Tianlang City was alarmed, and countless ghost mist flew into the sky, making it look like a dark cloud.
Fan Jian couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and cursed: "Uncle, there are too many!"
Luo Heng said coldly: "What a fart!" The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and suddenly a ghost captain's sword fell.
The four of them took advantage of the darkness and rushed out of the city at lightning speed, killing gods when gods blocked them, and Buddha when they blocked them!
Although there were a large number of ghosts, the incident happened suddenly and there was no way to effectively intercept them. In addition, Chu Jun and others moved very fast, so they rushed out of the city with overwhelming force.
"Fellow Taoist, since you are here, why bother leaving in a hurry!"
An extremely cold voice suddenly sounded, and a thick black ghost mist was seen as fast as thunder, and it immediately chased behind everyone, with the majestic ghost power covering their heads. The expressions of Luo Heng and Fan Jian behind him changed, and Fan Jian was suppressed to the point of being unable to move.
Seeing that this ghost mist was about to hit him, Chu Jun heard a deep voice: "Get away!"
boom! A roaring thunder dragon slammed into the ghost mist. The ghost mist suddenly surged violently and condensed into an entity. It was the old man of the ghost clan with the strength of the ghost governor.
Chu Jun stood in the air with Tai'a Sword in his hand, blocking the old man from the ghost tribe on the mountainous terrain, and said calmly: "Luo Heng, Fan Jian, you take Xiaoxiao and leave first, I will be there in a moment!"
"Brother Jun, I'll wait for you!" Xiaoxiao said reluctantly.
"Let's go!" Chu Jun's voice turned sharp.
Xiaoxiao immediately pursed her lips with tears in her eyes, but it was a pity that Chu Jun didn't even look at it!
"Let's go. With his ability, nothing will happen to him!" Luo Heng patted his little head lightly.
"Boss, we are waiting for you in front. Be smart!" Fan Jian couldn't help but said, pulling Xiao Yukong and flying away.
The old man from the ghost race was locked by Chu Jun's aura and did not dare to chase him rashly. He stared at Chu Jun with a pair of cold red eyes and said in human language: "You were the one hiding outside the hall just now and eavesdropping?"
"So you've discovered it a long time ago. Yes, it's me!" Chu Jun said calmly.
"Sure enough, you are so brave, you actually broke into our ghost army!" The old man from the ghost tribe said coldly.
Chu Jun glanced at the many masters of the ghost race who were rushing towards them in the distance, and said with a slight smile: "I won't talk nonsense to you, see you later!" After saying that, he activated his phantom boots and fled quickly.
"It's not that easy to escape!" The old man from the ghost clan shouted angrily, and stretched his hands forward. A huge bone hand formed out of thin air, and it grabbed Chu Jun with his head. The old man of the ghost clan knew that Chu Jun was not weaker than him and it would be difficult to kill him, but he was confident that it would be possible to stop him for a while and wait for other masters to arrive before dealing with him together.
Bang! Chu Jun didn't pause and crashed straight into the bone hand. The old man from the ghost clan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously used his ghost power to squeeze, crushing Chu Jun to pieces in an instant.
"This...!" The old man from the ghost tribe was stunned. Could it be that this guy had a silver-like wax gun tip? He died like this without being beaten.
At this moment, Chu Jun appeared farther away out of thin air, escaping without stopping, and even had time to look back with disdain.
"Dharma phase clone!" The old man of the ghost tribe couldn't help being shocked and angry, and the ghost power in his body was running wildly: "Ghost Escape*!"
I saw the ghost old man's body instantly transformed into vapor, like a sudden strong wind, and the next moment he had already caught up with Chu Jun. Chu Jun couldn't help but be startled. He must know that his current speed is no less than that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Coupled with the speed bonus of the Phantom Boots, he has steadily reached the speed of the God Refining Stage.
"Ghost hands of the underworld - Soul-splitting!" The old man of the ghost clan shouted sharply, and the black mist formed a sinister claw and thrust into Chu Jun's back. This ghost hand move can tear a person's soul to pieces, which is quite powerful!
Buzz! Suddenly there was a burst of white light, and a month-white barrier appeared on Chu Jun's body. As soon as the holy and soft moonlight touched the ghost's hand, a frightened scream from the old man of the ghost clan was heard.
Zhi! The gloomy ghost energy in the hands of the ghost ghost melted quickly like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. The old man of the ghost clan suddenly condensed into a physical form and retreated quickly. Chu Jun took the opportunity to escape, and soon disappeared into the vast night. middle.
The old man from the ghost tribe looked at the direction Chu Jun disappeared in shock and anger. He did not dare to chase after him for a moment, and said to himself: "What a weird power, it can actually restrain my ghost power!"
At this time, the ghost clan masters also chased after them, and the red-eyed ghost clan youth asked with an ugly expression: "Your Excellency, Mr. Lu, have those humans escaped?"
The old man from the ghost clan nodded and said: "That man is very powerful, I'm afraid I am no match for him!"
All the ghost generals couldn't help but look at each other in shock. Lord Lu was a mid-level ghost governor, but he was no match for that man. Could it be that that guy was actually a terrifying figure in the late stage of God Refining
"In terms of strength, that person should be inferior to me, but his power is very weird. He seems to be able to restrain the power of our ghost tribe!" The old man of the ghost tribe said with a gloomy expression.
The red-eyed ghost youth's face turned livid, and he said coldly: "No matter how strong his cultivation is, he is no match for my tens of thousands of troops. What I am worried about is that this person has broken into the soul separation formation. Will he affect us by his appearance?" plan!"
"Don't worry, young marshal, the Soul Leaving Formation hasn't been activated yet, so I guess he won't be able to detect any clues!" the old man from the ghost clan said with confidence.
The red-eyed ghost youth nodded: "We can't wait any longer, launch an attack on Tiankui City immediately, so that they have no time to harass us again!"
"Thirty thousand rotten zombies are enough to keep them busy for more than ten days!" The hot ghost woman next to her said, licking her dark, sexy lips.
Chu Jun got rid of the ghost governor's entanglement and soon caught up with Fan Jian and others. The little girl was still worried at first, but when she saw Chu Jun coming back so quickly, she suddenly smiled, but soon she started to pout. angry.
The four of them traveled all night and returned to the camp outside Tiankui City around noon the next day.
The next few days were quite peaceful, until on the night of the seventh day, a shrill scream woke everyone up. Cultivators from various sects rushed out of the camp and were stunned by the scene in front of them. I saw carrion monsters screaming and rushing over the mountains and plains, and the stench could be heard for ten miles. Some people threw themselves on the ground and vomited on the spot, and some timid ones even turned around and ran away.
Thousands of rotting corpses began to approach the camp. Chu Jun quickly rose above the camp and shouted: "All sects in Youri City obey the order and kill the rotting corpses!"
More than a hundred people from the Tianhuang Sect followed Chu Jun and took the lead in rushing out of the camp to start the massacre. Someone took the lead, and other sects reacted and rushed out of the camp to join the battle.
Bang! A big club and a mace smashed the head of a rotting corpse, and the brains and rotten flesh were scattered everywhere!
"Ugh...Grandma's...Ugh...!" The big mallet retched twice, and smashed a head with another mallet. Everyone else consciously stayed away from him.
A battle of nausea and vomiting lasted until noon on the third day. The mountains and fields outside the camp were filled with stinky, mutilated corpses, and of course cultivators who were torn to death by rotten corpses.