As the sound of whooshing resounded, hundreds of majestic attacks were revealed in the ghost-eating mist.
Each attack contains a huge ghost aura, some are as black as ink, flashing a black and cold light; some are even more yellowish and strange, which is disturbing.
This wave of attacks can be said to be the most relied-upon means of all the ghost king monks. Although the attack directions are not in the same direction, any attack cannot be ignored by the monks in the late stage of Huaying.
Such an attack does not pose much of a threat to the Ghost Devouring Mist.
If all the attacks are directed in the same direction, even if the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist is blessed by the Xuanyin Ghost Fire, it will be broken instantly. However, in desperation, everyone gave up the powerful power of the combined attack circle and chose to fight individually. Faced with
With such an attack, the Ghost Devouring Mist can exert its powerful power.
Everyone's attacks were submerged in the mist, and their speed was greatly reduced, and their power was greatly lost.
Under the superposition of the power of the two great ghost secret arts, the attacks launched by dozens of ghost king monks were only a few dozen feet into the ghost-eating mist, and then suddenly shrank and disappeared. Even the strong swords were blocked.
Trapped in the mist, burned by the green ghost fire, the spiritual loss was so great that it was difficult to recover.
The dozens of ghost cultivators who sensed the sudden change in attack suddenly turned pale.
But just when the ghost cultivators in the magic circle were shocked, a green silk thread suddenly appeared outside the huge wall of the combined attack magic circle.
In a blink of an eye, the thick and solid huge wall seemed to not exist, and was penetrated by the green silk thread, lasing and traveling, lasing towards the ghost cultivators lifelessly.
This thread, if you use the methods of ghost cultivators in normal times, you will certainly find something.
But at this moment, when everyone was shocked by the power of the black mist around them, and the combined attack formation was also filled with thick mist, the silent thread suddenly shot out, leaving no one able to
Found before the thread hits the body.
When the green silk thread shot into the body, even if it was discovered, it was already too late.
As the figures suddenly fell to the ground from their suspension, the combined attack formation formed by dozens of ghost king monks immediately disintegrated the ice and disappeared into the ghost-eating mist.
From the time Qin Fengming took action until the time when Bihunsi showed off its power and imprisoned the ghost cultivators in their bodies, it only took a few breaths.
The thick black mist disappeared, and dozens of Ghost Lord monks disappeared on the spot.
"Brother Daoist Brown, those ghost king monks have been captured and killed by Qin. Now we can let everyone in the Immortal Relics Land attack at will." On the spot where his figure was revealed, Qin Fengming did not want to attack the thousands of ghost handsome ghost cultivators in front of him.
He spoke directly to Master Brown Tiger.
Master Brown Tiger did not know how Qin Fengming took action and instantly captured and killed more than a dozen late-stage Ghost Lord monks and dozens of people belonging to the Ghost Lord. But at this time, there was no longer a Ghost Lord monk on the scene. This is indisputable.
fact.
Facing such young monks, Master Brown Tiger could not calm down.
With a cry, the Immortal King monks from the Immortal Relics Land formed dozens of combined attack formations on the periphery. Under the leadership of the Immortal King monks, they quickly surrounded the remaining ghost cultivators. A fierce battle ensued.
It was shown on the spot.
As a monk advances, fighting to the death is definitely one of the things that must be experienced.
Without the determination to risk death, the mentality of any monk will not be complete. There will be weaknesses that are not obvious at ordinary times. When advancing to a higher realm, they will encounter big troubles.
As for thousands of monks fighting in melee, the benefits that the monks derived from it are self-evident.
The monk and the ghost cultivator exchanged hands. Qin Fengming's lips moved slightly. After transmitting some words, his body moved and shot towards the back. After a few flashes, he disappeared into the mountains in the distance.
Stopping in a valley, Qin Fengming entered a cave without any hesitation.
The cave here was originally the place where he lived temporarily.
Having captured dozens of ghost cultivators this time, he naturally wanted to make good use of them.
Master Brown Tiger previously said that after this wave of ghosts were exterminated, the soul disaster was not over, and a second wave would appear in seven or eight months.
And from what the old ghost cultivator said, when the second wave appears, there will be hundreds of millions of ghosts appearing.
Although among those ghosts, there are still very few ghost cultivators in the realm of ghost commanders and ghost kings, but the combined attack of hundreds of millions of weak and mindless ghosts is not something that the monks of the Immortal Relics Land can resist.
Although Qin Fengming didn't know what the so-called soul sacrifice was, he was not stupid, and he vaguely felt that it had something to do with the original owner of the Xuanji Huanshui he obtained.
If it was to awaken that unknown powerful existence, then he naturally did not want this soul sacrifice to succeed.
If the owner of the small bowl wakes up or is attracted to the land of immortal relics, then he will definitely be slaughtered. Being able to hold that terrifying small bowl and obtain the Xuanji Huanshui that only exists in the Miluo Realm, so
The character is absolutely impossible to be mediocre.
Qin Fengming, who had such thoughts, had naturally made up his mind to destroy this soul sacrifice no matter what.
Qin Fengming didn't have any ideas on how to stop it.
That is to use thunderbolts to kill the presiding person of the ghost realm who is presiding over this soul sacrifice. As long as the presiding monk dies, even if there are hundreds of millions of ghosts causing trouble, there will never be any trouble.
Qin Fengming is not a reckless person. He naturally needs to know where the Yin Soul Realm is and what its strength is before he can decide how to take action.
If it is beyond his ability, he will naturally choose to arrange a retreat early.
A few hours later, although Qin Fengming's expression was a little heavy, it didn't show much abnormality.
After interrogating the ghost cultivators, it was found that although most of them were tough-minded and uncooperative, a few still revealed the truth under Qin Fengming's persuasion and threats.
The Realm of Shadows is a space that is like a fairyland. The area inside is huge, and it is said that no one has measured it. In that space, except for a part of the area that is shrouded in extremely thick mist, there are a number of
Except for the numerous ghosts and ghosts, there is no Yin energy in other areas.
The ghosts in the realm of ghosts were born from a very strange place where mist spewed out.
Those ghosts are all weak and mindless ghosts, so no one knows where those ghosts come from, not even the gathered ghost cultivators in the realm of ghosts.
Just know that the place is extremely dangerous, and those weak ghosts will never be able to enter it again after the rapid gush of mist. And other ghosts will be trapped in the mist as long as they get close to the place where the mist spews out.
The true soul breath contained in it fills the body.
Even if it is a gathering of ghost cultivators, no one has dared to enter it since ancient times to find out what is going on.
Regarding the place where the gloomy mist spewed, those ghost cultivators did not hide it from Qin Fengming. He asked more than a dozen of the late Ghost Lord cultivators, and all they said were the same.
Everyone naturally believed that even if there were some weird and wonderful treasures there, a human monk would never dare to get his hands on them.
It is said that the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
As soon as he heard about the location, Qin Fengming was greatly moved. A bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
