The boundary between the gaseous and liquid Netherworld air in the Nether Crypt.
One mile upward, the thick netherworld air rolled and rolled like mist in a steamer.
Just below the feet, the condensed liquid Netherworld air was bubbling, and black air columns of varying thicknesses spurted out from the huge bubbles, rushing straight into the sky. Occasionally, a few pieces of Nether Crystal were blown up by the air column. After spinning a few times in the air, they fell heavily back into the liquid Nether Sea.
A black soul-calling flag hung above Yin Changkong's head, and the whistling wind was wrapped around his body. The green will-o'-wisps in his eyes spurted out tens of meters away, and fell straight down from the sky with great excitement. A pair of wings made of white light behind him waved gently, and occasionally countless twisted ghost faces could be seen flashing through the bone wings.
The summoning flag above his head is a hundred feet high. Black smoke rises from the huge flag, and countless densely packed ghost faces overlap in the black air. There are all men, women, old and young. At first glance, there are more than hundreds of millions of ghost faces in the black air.
Ordinary ghost monks practice evil magic weapons such as the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, and massacre hundreds of thousands of civilians to collect their ghosts, which is a very jealous act. But there are more than hundreds of thousands of civilian souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Flag above Yin Changkong's head? Looking at the densely packed grimaces, it is not an exaggeration to say that the ghosts of billions of civilians have been refined into it.
Moreover, although Yin Changkong had practiced ghost techniques before, he had only practiced some of the ghost techniques, and he was still a living person. But now the ghost energy around him is rising, and there is faint green phosphorus fire floating out of his body. He has clearly transformed from a living person into a ghost body, and has become a complete ghost body.
The rich aura of the netherworld surrounded him, but he was as carefree as a fish in the water. He swallowed the surrounding Netherworld's energy with big mouthfuls, and the soft and dense spiritual consciousness continued to spread to the surroundings. The thick Netherworld's energy could not resist the search of his spiritual consciousness.
In the black air emitted by the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, twelve god generals several meters tall carefully released their divine power to protect themselves. A golden round shield with a diameter of no more than three feet was suspended above their heads. Countless overlapping clouds appeared on the three-inch thick golden shield. A golden divine light enveloped their whole bodies. Occasionally, if a ghostly spirit approached, they would be engulfed by the golden light. Tear to pieces.
Looking at this posture, it was obvious that Yin Changkong was leading these god generals into the Nether Crypt. There is no need to ask more about their purpose of coming.
Yin Xuege stood on the viscous Nether Spiritual Liquid, quietly looking at the approaching Yin Changkong dozens of miles away. This guy's strength has been greatly enhanced. When he was involved in the immortal world, Yin Changkong was only at the peak of the Golden Core, but now the aura he exudes has clearly reached the level of the peak of the Yuanshen realm.
A black light flashed behind his head, and in the black light, a grinning devil's head could be seen looming. Yin Changkong has formed a soul, and his soul is obviously made through some kind of ghost secret technique. It is both a soul and some kind of evil ghost that can penetrate the body and kill people in the distance.
The soul-eating blood eyes were running, and the blood was faint in the eyes. The thick netherworld energy could not block Yin Xuege's sight at all. Whether it is the aura of heaven and earth, the aura of the netherworld, or the aura of fairy spirits that only immortals can absorb and utilize, these auras are absolutely no obstacle to him.
Youquan stood one step behind Yin Xuege. She squinted her eyes and quietly felt the approach of Yin Changkong and others.
The surrounding Netherworld Qi and the spiritual liquid condensed by the Netherworld Qi are her eyes, and she can clearly grasp every move made by Yin Changkong and the others. There was a black light curtain about a foot square suspended in front of her. The changing light and shadow inside reflected every move made by Yin Changkong and the others, and even their conversations floated out from the light curtain.
"Adults, please rest assured. With the juniors here, this ghostly energy will never harm your noble bodies in the slightest. As long as that thief Bald Leaf dares to appear, she will definitely die. As for those unscrupulous monks around her? , just leave it to the juniors to deal with."
Yin Xuege smiled brightly: "Not to mention that this guy hooked up with the monks of Wan Gu Sect, why did he still seek refuge with these gods?"
Youquan said softly: "The gods, and even their descendants, are the life and death enemies of all species in the Hongmeng world. Yin Changkong took refuge in the gods, and if his affairs were known to the Immortal Court, his ancestors in the Immortal World would be punished. Kill them all."
Yin Xuege suddenly remembered that in Yinghuo Dojo, Princess Taiping and Yang Shao teamed up to deal with the god named Chris. Youquan is right, these gods are indeed the enemies of all races. Just a few days ago, Yin Xuege stood on the wheel of merit. When he saw these gods unscrupulously destroying the environment of Liangyi Star, he knew that they were definitely not good people.
"Give them a little surprise, Youquan." Yin Xuege smiled brightly, and a sea of blood spurted out near his Dantian. Hundreds of thousands of blood sea ghost soldiers cheered and jumped out of the sea of blood. In the vast sea of darkness.
The sea of blood merged into the ocean of Netherworld energy, and Daluo Jinfeng Chan released a strange aura to wrap around these ghost soldiers, covering them as they quietly approached Yin Changkong and the others step by step.
Youquan smiled and nodded, her eyes sparkling with water, and a water ball with a diameter of more than two meters slowly emerged from the air. This water ball is entirely composed of Xuanming heavy water. Each piece of Xuanming heavy water the size of a sesame seed weighs ten thousand tons. You can imagine how amazing the total weight of this water ball is.
Grinning, he glanced at the water polo in horror, and Yin Xuege couldn't help but shake his head.
This water ball can only be controlled by Youquan's innate magical power. Even Yin Xuege cannot bear the terrifying weight of this water ball. Perhaps even the earthly immortals cannot resist the powerful blow of this water ball. Only those heavenly immortals who have touched the edge of the law are qualified to bear it, right
Youquan pointed lightly, and the huge water ball decomposed into hundreds of fist-sized water drops, which merged into the surrounding netherworld out of thin air.
With a flattering smile, Yin Changkong got close to those god generals while carefully descending down. When he saw the endless ocean condensed by the Netherworld air below, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "The Netherworld Sea is blessed by our ancestors. If I can practice here for a thousand years, I can expect to be able to achieve the path of immortality."
A god general poked the back of Yin Changkong's head rudely with a finger, and he shouted sternly: "Asshole, what are you dreaming about? You are our slave now, and you still want to achieve the Golden Immortal Avenue? If not for you, you will Your female companion was dedicated to Master Rong. If that woman’s bedside skills were very good, you would have been relegated to the mine to mine. Do you still have the chance to receive awards for your meritorious service?”
Yin Changkong's figure suddenly stooped down. He stammered to explain to the god general, and the expression on his face became more and more flattering and humble.
Yin Xuege was suddenly stunned. Yin Changkong dedicated his female companion to the so-called Master Rong? Who else could his female companion be, but Hu Jiaojiao? Who would have thought that that arrogant, savage and unreasonable woman would end up like this
"What a bitch, relying on women to save his life." Yin Xuege's eyes flashed with blood, he formed a seal with his hands, and sprayed out a mouthful of blood essence.
The sea below Yin Changkong and the others suddenly rolled violently, and a sea of black and red intertwined rose into the sky, turning into a huge wave and hitting Yin Changkong and the others head-on. It's just sea water. In the sea water, there are countless ghost soldiers whose bodies are turned into blood. Their bodies are strong and their gazes look like they are made of metal. They roar and rush down.
"The art of seizing souls by ten thousand ghosts?" Yin Changkong obviously misunderstood Yin Xuege's method. He curled his lips disdainfully and shouted: "Look at the power of my 'Daluo Hunling Ten Thousand Souls Banner', you are just a mere ten thousand ghosts." What kind of skill is the soul-stealing technique?"
With a loud noise, the Ten Thousand Souls Flag above Yin Changkong's head spurted out a thick black gas with a thickness of a hundred feet. Countless ghosts rushed out of the Ten Thousand Souls Flag involuntarily, carrying overwhelming resentment and sharp ghost whistles. These The mind was completely wiped out, and only the most basic desire to devour and kill was left. The ghost rushed towards hundreds of thousands of blood sea ghost soldiers without fear of death.
There are only a few hundred thousand blood sea ghost soldiers in Yin Xuege, and most of them are transformed from various monsters and beasts.
Yin Changkong's Ten Thousand Soul Banner is a ghost treasure that was refined with the help of the god-man army who invaded Liangyi Planet and killed countless civilians. There are at least billions of ghosts in his Ten Thousand Souls Banner. In terms of quantity alone, the number of ghosts is more than 10,000 times that of ghost soldiers.
But as soon as the Blood Sea Ghost Soldiers took action, they simultaneously spurted out vast amounts of blood energy from their mouths, transforming into various strange-looking bloody flying knives and flying swords that filled the sky. These flying swords and flying knives are small in size, but each flying sword and flying knife is engraved with blood-colored runes as thin as an ant's head, and the faint light of lightning can be seen beating rapidly on the sword's edge and blade.
With just one strike, each flying knife or flying sword penetrated at least ten swarming ghosts. The red electric light exploded in the bodies of these ghosts, blowing them all into wisps of blue smoke.
More ghosts rushed up like a tide. They opened their sharp claws and clawed at the bodies of the blood sea ghost soldiers. They rushed so fast that by accident, they broke into the sticky sea of blood and were rolled over. The bloody wave rolled up.
The number of ghosts killed by one blow is less than a million, but the number of ghosts swept down by the rolling waves of blood is at least hundreds of millions. These ghosts, which were completely transformed from the souls of civilians, had no resistance to the invasion of the blood sea. The blood just circled around their ghosts, and these ghosts turned into a faint blood color and were transformed into the weakest ghost soldiers. .
These ghost soldiers, who are only one-tenth the size of a sesame seed and have almost completely transparent bodies, play no role in the fight. However, they stir up a sea of blood, shout curses loudly, and make countless ghost whispers, causing a huge stir. sound. The huge momentum made the waves of the blood sea even bigger and more turbulent. Countless blood-colored waves rolled and rotated, and more ghosts were sucked into it.
Yin Changkong was smiling proudly, but in the blink of an eye his smile disappeared without a trace.
His eyes widened in horror. The Great Luo Hunling Ten Thousand Souls Banner that he had finally made with his life essence and blood, which he planned to use as his life magic weapon. In the future, the treasure that would even be used to refine this life immortal weapon turned out to be the same as that of an unknown person. As soon as the blood sea released by the enemy came into contact with them for a breath or two, a small number of ghosts were swept away by the prisoners of the blood sea.
"No, no, no, come back!" Yin Changkong was so heartbroken that his face was distorted. He danced and recited incantations, and screamed loudly for the ghosts to return to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
However, waves of blood rolled around, and forces a hundred times more powerful than the soul-attracting flag itself were used from all directions, and a large number of ghosts were swallowed up by the sea of blood one after another. As more and more ghosts are swallowed by the sea of blood, the attraction of the Ten Thousand Souls Flag becomes smaller and smaller, while the suction power of the sea of blood increases exponentially.
The speed of monks fighting is so fast, the difference in strength is the difference between life and death.
Yin Changkong's face became paler. The Ten Thousand Souls Flag, which he successfully refined with the help of the gods at great cost, let out a shrill wail, and billions of ghost souls were almost swept away by the sea of blood.
With a 'click' sound, the pitch-black Ten Thousand Souls Flag cracked with dozens of tiny gaps. Yin Changkong opened his mouth and continuously spurted out a thick green viscous liquid. This was his ghost body essence. Every time His vitality was greatly damaged by just one squirt, and his cultivation level declined rapidly like the ebbing tide.
It turns out that his breakthrough from the peak of Golden Core cultivation to the peak of Yuanshen in a short period of time was achieved by using some evil ghost secret techniques to devour other people's Yuanshen essence. The speed of practicing the secret skills of the Ghost Dao is extremely fast, but his cultivation is mixed and his foundation is unstable. He does not have the Heavenly Dao Human Emperor's treasure to refine his true energy and purify his body, so when he is traumatized, he is like inferior ceramics, slightly distorted. The injuries caused by the collision were extremely serious.
Yin Changkong vomited blood, but frightened the twelve generals who followed him and sneaked here.
Without the protection of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the surrounding ghostly energy rolled in and quickly enveloped the golden light emitted by the golden round shield. The viscous Netherworld air corroded the golden light shield like strong acid, constantly making "chichi" exploding sounds.
A god general was so angry that he slapped Yin Changkong on the head. He roared at the top of his lungs: "Idiot, think of a way quickly. It was you who asked Ying to help us come here to hunt down these people. If you dare to kill us, you you you… "
This god-general wanted to threaten Yin Changkong, but in this situation, he couldn't find the right words to threaten him.
If Yin Changkong can't stop the people who attack secretly, they will all be beaten to death. When the time comes, Yin Changkong will turn into ashes along with them, what else does he have to be afraid of
After screaming a few times in anger, the god stretched out his hand and stabbed Yin Changkong's head with one finger, directly punching a huge hole in the back of his head: "In short, we can't die here. You are the descendant of the gods and are extremely noble. We must leave here alive. Find a way quickly, or I will kill you right now."
Yin Changkong howled in heart-rending pain, but before he could speak, the second wave of attacks came quickly.
Hundreds of fist-sized black water droplets came from all directions with ear-piercing screams, clanging against the golden shield suspended above the heads of the generals of the gods. This shield was extremely powerful, emitting dazzling golden light to protect all the divine generals. However, those water drops were extremely heavy and contained great power. Even if these divine generals joined forces to input divine power into the shield, the golden light emitted by the shield remained the same. There were huge ripples.
The aura of the netherworld kept coming, and the thick black aura clung to the golden shield, corroding it so much that it made a hissing sound. In addition, those water droplets kept hitting the golden shield, flying back and forth and launching attacks continuously. These gods were so frightened that they were sweating like rain. They wailed at the same time and cursed Yin Changkong with the most vicious words they could think of. , and at the same time regretted why he was so greedy for success that he broke into this hellish place.
The atmosphere of the netherworld is all around, and even these gods dare not touch it at all!
The loud sound of "Dang Dang" was heard endlessly, and the heavy water of Xuanming shook the golden shield. The gods had to resist the invasion of the air of the netherworld while resisting the heavy blow of heavy water of Xuanming. Even though each of them was a master comparable to the Earth Immortal. , in this extremely harsh and dangerous environment, they also felt powerless. Their divine power was rapidly depleted, and there was no trace of the aura of heaven and earth around them. They could not restore their divine power even if they wanted to.
"Damn, damn, damn."
The gods and generals cursed Yin Changkong one after another, and at the same time kept urging Yin Changkong to find a way to get them out of trouble.
Yin Changkong's head was poked with a big hole, and his brain was confused. He was originally a playboy, and his ability to adapt to changes was very poor. Now it was such a critical moment of life and death. Faced with the urging and threats of the gods and generals, Yin Changkong stayed for a while. Then he suddenly screamed and flew into the air, leaving these gods behind and fleeing the scene as fast as possible.
"You damn fools, go to hell. I won't serve you anymore."
Yin Changkong looked at those generals with a lively look and sneered: "I might as well tell you that my ancestor in the upper world is the current leader of the Nether Sect, a dignified and powerful figure of the Golden Immortal level. Young Master, I might as well hide here and practice hard. My old man Zu will find me sooner or later."
"As for you, if I don't have the young master to protect you, you all can go die."
The gods were so frightened that they flew out of their wits and lost the protection of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags in the Yin Changkong. The netherworld energy around them suddenly became a hundred times thicker, and their consumption also increased hundreds of times. They were covered in cold sweat. At this rate of consumption, they simply couldn't last long.
Yin Xuege moved, and when Yin Changkong abandoned the gods and fled, he immediately chased after him.
The natal bat wings spread out, and Yin Xuege stepped in front of Yin Changkong in a flash. The Blood Song Sword brought a long rainbow and slashed it down in the sky. Yin Xuege laughed loudly and said: "Yin Changkong, when we were in the Yanling Realm, thanks to You took care of it."
Yin Changkong raised his head in shock. He stared blankly at Yin Xuege and screamed: "How is it possible? How could you appear here?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a flash of blood, and Yin Changkong had been chopped into two pieces from beginning to end.
Watching Yin Changkong's body slowly disintegrating in the blood, Yin Xuege felt his heart light up. The resentment of being hunted in the Yanmo Desert of the Yanling Realm was swept away. The blood energy in his body was flowing vigorously, and even His spiritual consciousness has become much more flexible.
He turned to look at the roaring generals, turned around and flew towards them.
It's raining, it's windy, it's windy and rainy, it's so cool
(End of chapter)