Seeing the underworld general's confident look, Feng Bingwen frowned and was not satisfied, because it sounded very weak.
"Is there any magical power such as the Five Elements Escape, moving stars and changing battles?"
"..."
General Yin suddenly fell silent, feeling that the human monk in front of him was amusing him. Such a great magical power, let alone his master, did not have it. Even if he did, with his meager cultivation, could he achieve it?
"It's just that you don't want to go to the toilet."
General Yin stared at Feng Bingwen for a long time, then turned his horse's head and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute, I didn't say not to go, I just think these magical rewards prepared by your ghost king are too shabby to be appreciated!"
"Only those who can defeat my young king will be rewarded with the magical power of the king."
Yin Jiang responded in a dry and hoarse voice.
"If your young city lord is at the same level as me, it will be easy to defeat him!"
Feng Bingwen's tone was calm. He had this kind of self-confidence and was destined to become an immortal. As an heir trained by the Ghost King, it would be ridiculous if he couldn't win in a battle with the same realm.
"Easy? Then come with me!"
"The rewards you give are not enough!"
"If you win, the king can open the treasure house for you to choose from!"
"You are just a centurion, how dare you make this guarantee?"
"I am the ghost king's personal guard and the elite of the ghost army!"
Hearing that Feng Bingwen actually started to question him, the Yin general's eyes were filled with dark fire, the bones were under his horse, frost was spreading, and deathly silence was spreading. However, the iron-clad palms clenched the weapon tightly, and still did not make a move, as if he was worried about something.
"Besides, this time the young city lord came out of seclusion and invited his colleagues to test his magical powers. I just saw that you are active and powerful, so I invited you. If you are unwilling to go because of the advantages of your words, I will give up on it!"
"Well, then let's go!"
Many things have been arranged, and Feng Bingwen has no worries in his heart. This time the ghost will invite him, but he is just a little surprised. After answering the doubts in his heart, he naturally wants to pass the test.
Ever since he entered the blessed land of the Immortal Mountain and was blessed with the Immortal Gourd, he has never seen a monk at the same level as himself. All he has seen and encountered are the likes of City God Mountain Spirits and Ghosts.
Although he had heard that there were arrogant men among the noble families, he had never met him. This time, the young master of the Ghost Kingdom invited everyone to fight, and he bumped into him, so he naturally went to see the excitement.
"Then keep up and don't fall behind. If you get lost along the way, find a way to call your parents to save you!"
At this time, the ghost general has already identified Feng Bingwen in his heart as a proud man from a large clan. Otherwise, ordinary monks would be able to talk to him so calmly when encountering such a situation, and say that they can suppress the young master of the ghost country.
So arrogant.
"Just lead the way!"
Feng Bingwen raised his head and glanced. Above the sky, the blood moon hung high. The secluded courtyard that filled the surrounding area had long since disappeared. The noisy and busy atmosphere had also disappeared.
However, he can still feel the rhythm of the earth's veins, and this is why he can be so calm and calm, otherwise he would have fled the moment the mutation occurred.
A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall. No matter how much he joins in the fun and gains knowledge, the premise is that he can ensure his own safety.
Herod~
The Yin general no longer responded to Feng Bingwen. He turned his horse's head. Behind him, the Yin soldier led Li Shaohong, who was cut into pieces, strung up with iron chains, and kept wailing, and moved forward in the gray fog. Feng Bingwen
Follow every step of the way.
The mist was thick and rolling, and the mountains were vaguely visible, towering, vast and cold, which made people feel depressed. Feng Bingwen suddenly didn't realize it, and followed the Yin soldiers in front closely, always keeping a certain distance.
And in his Dantian, Fang Zun's Immortal Cauldron rotated slightly, and strands of black and yellow energy fell down, connecting the boundless earth veins, allowing Feng Bingwen to command the power of the mountain god's land at any time.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The rumbling sound of war drums has never stopped since the rise of the blood moon. Along with the melodious bugle, the sound of armor scraping, war horses stamping on the ground, and soldiers clashing, the sounds are very close at hand.
It seemed that there was an army in front of them practicing martial arts, but Feng Bingwen stayed behind the ghost army and walked through the mist for a long time, but he still didn't see the ghost army practicing, it was just like an illusion.
"Traveling with the help of earth veins!"
Feng Bingwen looked at his feet thoughtfully. With the help of the Yishan Cauldron, he could sense the earth veins at any time, so he could feel the earth veins under his feet. Sometimes they were extremely gentle, but sometimes they changed in an instant.
Therefore, this Yin army seems to be moving forward all the way, but in fact it is constantly moving through the mountains and valleys. Although it seems that there is no change, I am afraid that everyone has left Yunze Prefecture at this time and is heading towards
Going to the location of Qingmang Shandong, the distance is more than a thousand miles.
"It can still be like this!"
The use of the power of the earth veins gave Feng Bingwen a sense of enlightenment. He felt it with his heart and thought about how to use the earth veins to move thousands of miles in an instant.
However, Feng Bingwen had just figured out something magical when he saw the mist drifting away, making the surrounding scenery unclear. Then, a dark and gloomy world was revealed.
A blood moon hung high in the sky. Under the scarlet moonlight, Feng Bingwen saw a company camp that stretched for an unknown number of miles, entangled with evil spirits and filled with gloomy energy.
Among them were Yin soldiers wearing black armor and holding iron swords, walking under the leadership of General Yin. Deep in the military camp, there was a faint aura that made Feng Bingwen feel extremely fearful.
"Human beings, this is the country of ghosts without certainty!"
The Yin general who was leading the way turned back to look at Feng Bingwen. His aura blended with the sinister evil energy emitted by this huge company. In an instant, the Yin general who was originally harmless to humans and animals in Feng Mingwen's induction,
Suddenly there was a bit of danger.
"Is this the ghost country?"
Feng Bingwen looked around. In the distance, the school field was filled with darkness. It was an army that was gathering. What kind of ghost country was this? It was just a military camp.
"This is where the Mingwu Army is stationed. You were able to get here with the help of the Ghost Kingdom's heavy weapons. There are other ways for outsiders to enter the Ghost Kingdom. Come with me, and I will take you to see the Young City Master!"
Just as Feng Bingwen was about to respond, the blood moon in the sky suddenly darkened, and a pillar of Yin Qi and blood fell from the sky. The cold air filled the air. Feng Bingwen's face, which was still calm at first, suddenly changed.
In the vast Yin Qi, dragons roared intermittently, and a sinuous, hornless dragon emerged. Its scales were as cold as if they were made of cold iron. Surrounded by this chilong, a graceful figure emerged.
Feng Bingwen's eyes were filled with five colors, and he immediately saw the figure clearly, and he was stunned.
This ghost king has bright eyes and white teeth, a red face, a high bun on his temples, a white bone crown on top of his hair, and a black crown robe, with nine blood-colored dragons wandering around on the robe according to his movements. This ghost king is naturally charming.
The enchanting look has a bit of majesty and majesty.
"Join His Majesty the Ghost King!"
The moment this figure appeared, those Yin soldiers and generals with fierce auras fell down like wheat fields blown by the autumn wind, and they all paid homage to this charming and graceful figure.
Yin Chi Ghost King!
Feng Bingwen's face was serious, and he felt the real oppression. He was surprised, but also a little cautious. This ghost king was much stronger than he imagined. His aura was lofty and deep, which reminded him of Xuanting.
Dragon King.
Although it is a bit offensive to say this, the Xuanting Dragon King who had just transformed into a dragon was indeed the weakest immortal-level person he had ever seen. As for his master Zhao Junxian, he was only a near-immortal.
To make this ghost king stronger, what surprised Feng Bingwen the most was that this ghost king was not a ghost.
Well, in Feng Bingwen's perception, this ghost king is a living person with flesh and blood. Although the opponent's vitality is extremely restrained, Feng Bingwen can still feel it.
It's just that the ghost king who rules a ghost country and is worshiped by thousands of ghost armies is actually a living being. It is really outrageous that he takes the title of king of ghosts in the body of a living person.
"Whose junior are you? Why are you so rude? Do you think you can look around wherever you want after cultivating the magical power of breaking the illusion?"
A scolding sound sounded, and Feng Bingwen's eyes suddenly stung. When he looked again, he saw a faint shadow, and the ghost king Miaoman was nowhere to be seen.
He could only see the body-circling Yin Chi, with its mouth spitting out a faint light, and its scales as cold as black iron. When he looked over, he felt an awe-inspiring dragon power.
Feng Bingwen's expression remained unchanged, and a purple aura rose from his body. Accompanied by the Qingyue dragon's roar, the graceful yet majestic purple dragon manifested itself, also surrounding him.
"Xi Muqing's aura? What is your relationship with that purple dragon? Could it be that he is his illegitimate son, and he even gave you the original aura to practice?"
Yin Chi Ghost King's eyes fell on Shui Ling, whose aura could rival her Yin Chi's, and he was slightly surprised.
"I am Feng Bingwen, not the heir of Xuanting Dragon Prince!"
Feng Bingwen reported his name, but he didn't know if the ghost king had heard of him.
"Feng Bingwen? That reincarnated sage from Daqian? You actually came to my place, you are really a rare visitor!"
Unlike Mr. Liu from Luming Academy, this ghost king reacted when Feng Bingwen reported his name.
"Reply to Your Majesty, I was the one who invited him here!"
Before Feng Bingwen could answer, the Yin general who led him quickly replied that he didn't know Feng Bingwen, but he could tell that the king valued this guest very much.
"You invited me here? Well done!"
The Yin Chi Ghost King complimented casually, but his eyes still fell on Feng Bingwen, looking up and down at this reincarnated sage.
Feng Bingwen immediately felt the pair of charming eyes in the gray mist. For a moment, he felt like his whole body was being seen through, but the next moment, the black and yellow cauldron in his dantian shook slightly, and was
The feeling of prying eyes has completely subsided.
"Immortal body protection? It seems that the rumors are correct!"
The Ghost King also immediately felt the power of the shock, and understood his identity. He nodded immediately, and then opened his mouth to introduce his identity.
"I am the master of Netherworld Dao, White Bone Palace, Zhan Tai Yuyin!"
"Netherworld Palace?"
Feng Bingwen was stunned, wasn't he the Ghost King? Why did he become the Lord of the Bone Palace again, but he quickly realized what he was doing.
This is indeed the ghost king who opened up the ghost kingdom in Qingmang Mountain, and he is also the palace master of Netherworld Dao. There is no conflict between the two identities, or in other words, the former identity is more important.