Chapter 222 Ghostly Vision: Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night
"What? You haven't heard of Netherworld Palace?"
The Chilong Ghost King, who was staring at Feng Bingwen, noticed the change in Feng Bingwen’s face.
"First time I heard of it."
Feng Bingwen frankly admitted that there is no need to pretend to understand if you don’t understand.
"You haven't awakened Su Hui yet?"
Zhan Taiyou frowned slightly, the Netherworld Dao has been established since ancient times and has been passed down to this day. Even if the other party is the reincarnation of a sage, he should not have heard of it.
"..."
Feng Bingwen responded with silence. He could not explain to this ghost king that he had awakened Su Hui, but he was still a mortal in his previous life. No one would believe this explanation except himself.
When the ghost king saw Feng Bingwen not answering, he immediately felt bored. If he were a reincarnated sage, with the difference in strength at this time, she could also take the opportunity to ask for advice and solve one or two problems in practice, but the other party's reincarnation was like this
Completely, even the memory has not been revived, then there is nothing to talk about.
"I have a nephew who I trained for a while. Now he is successful in spiritual practice. He is arrogant and arrogant. I have a headache and should temper his temper. The sage happened to be here. Please teach me a lesson or two."
Although he was disappointed, since the reincarnated sage had found this place, Zhan Taiyou could not let him leave just like that.
"Teaching a lesson to the arrogant younger generation? This is not a problem, but I currently lack magical powers. I heard that fellow Taoists have a lot of collections. Can you give me some reference?"
When Feng Bingwen heard the other party's request for help, he was not polite.
"As long as fellow Taoists can polish off the arrogance in the hearts of my descendants, my collection of magical dharma can be read by fellow Taoists!"
Although it is strange why such a person would make such a request, considering that the other person has not awakened Su Hui, it is not surprising.
She also noticed that the spiritual energy cultivated by this young man was so powerful and so vast that it was unbelievable. It was obviously only the realm of spiritual accumulation, but it gave her an unfathomable and subtle feeling.
This is enough to prove how profound the fundamental scriptures practiced by the other party are. Even if they are practicing in the higher-level Xuanmen inheritance, they will not have such effects.
"good!"
Feng Bingwen's face was filled with joy. The Taoist scriptures his cheap master gave him were only for building the foundation, which was enough for him to cultivate to the realm of Yunling. However, for the higher levels, they were only fragments of fragments.
The most important thing about the innate scriptures he practices is the accumulation of foundation. As long as you accumulate enough, you can evolve more advanced methods of practice. The same is true for the divine passage method. As long as you read enough, you can deduce the most suitable method.
own.
When the Yin general invited him, although he said he disliked the ghost king's magical power, it was still a magical power no matter how bad it was.
"I wonder where your nephew is?"
"You come with me!"
Seeing that she was confident, she seemed to be eager to browse through her collection of Feng Bingwen. Zhan Tai's mysterious eyes shone with light. Although his descendant was arrogant and arrogant, it could not compare with the one in front of him.
Such an attitude seemed to show that she did not take her carefully trained juniors into consideration. It already showed that they were fighting in the same realm, but they were still so casual.
But she didn't say anything. How strong or weak this reincarnated sage who has yet to find Shuhu wisdom will be known in a battle with her nephew. There is no need to show his strength.
I saw the chi dragon surrounding the Ghost King let out a long roar, and then flew into the air. Its dragon body swelled up in the wind, turning into a giant of a hundred feet, and then circled around the sky.
Suddenly, the world was spinning. The Eight Hundred Mile Company Battalion was in full swing in front of them, and the Yin soldiers and Yin generals who were lying on the ground disappeared without a trace and were never seen again.
Looking up, the towering palace palaces come into view, stacked like mountains, and majestic. However, between the palace palaces, there is silence, coldness, no popularity, and chill to the bones.
In front of Feng Bingwen, the ghost king with chi dragons around his body, majestic and charming at the same time, stood with his hands behind his back. It seemed that there was no ghost king around, so this ghost king did not cover his figure with gray mist.
"Fellow Taoist, where is your nephew?"
Feng Bingwen looked left and right. The sky above his head was dark and gloomy, and there was no change. A blood moon hung high in the sky, giving off an ominous atmosphere. I wonder if it was an illusion, but this blood moon seemed to have become a lot bigger.
No, it's not that it has grown bigger, but that his current position is closer to this blood moon. The position he is in seems to be the highest point of this ghost country. Looking into the distance, he can see a small army under the blood moon.
The ghost army exercises.
"Lingruo!"
Zhan Taiyou called softly, and then he saw a maid carrying an exquisite palace lantern quietly emerge from the lonely palace. She was bright and beautiful, her clothes were flying, she was a stunning woman, but it was a pity that her figure was so beautiful.
It is slightly transparent, and the mist flickers when walking. It seems uninviting, but it is a ghost.
"Miss!"
Different from the title of Yin Soldier and Yin General, this ghost maid's title to the Ghost King is more intimate.
"Go and call Xiaoyu over!"
Zhan Taiyou ordered.
"yes."
The graceful maid, carrying the palace lantern, walked away gracefully and quietly blended into the shadows of the palace.
"No wonder!"
Feng Bingwen on the side glanced at the ghost maid, no wonder that Mr. Li, although he was a mortal, still didn't know whether to live or die, and was so lustful.
"Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment, my nephew will be here soon!"
"No problem!"
Feng Bingwen was from a high place, overlooking the scene of the ghost kingdom in the underworld, which was very different from that in the yang world. Outside the palace walls, there was also a noisy and noisy scene similar to the human world, but it was gloomy, weird and weird.
And the outline of the city can also be seen in the distance. The ghost country does not refer to the big city below. In the city, there are also towns, villages and other places where ghosts gather. They are no different from the mortal world.
It's just that in the vast plains, no one is cultivating. Instead, you can see one martial arts school after another, where ghosts are practicing fighting, practicing military formations, and shouting to the sky.
This scene strengthened his impression when he first entered the ghost country. This was not a ghost country at all, but a huge military camp, hoarding an inestimable number of Yin troops.
I don’t know what the ghost king wants to do by hoarding such a large number of ghost troops?
Sweeping the world? Subverting the world? Impossible. This is the way to die. Even if you succeed for a while, you will not be able to escape the wrath of the powerful human race.
"aunt!"
When Feng Bingwen quietly thought about what the Yin Chi Ghost King wanted? A faint cry of joy rang out. Feng Bingwen looked for the voice and immediately saw a young man in black robes with sharp eyebrows and handsome eyes striding forward.
Come.
Even though he was in the Palace of the Ghost King, the young man's body was still full of energy, like a wild bear. Even the city's yin energy could not be suppressed, but was being washed away by it.
"You came to me with something important to tell me?"
The young man walked not far in front of the Ghost King, and looked at the Ghost King with eyes that revealed three parts of closeness, three parts of dependence, and the remaining part that was not quite right and was very dangerous.
"I have found an opponent for you. You don't have to worry about anything. You can use all your strength to attack him."
Zhan Taiyou looked at Feng Bingwen, and the eldest nephew of the Ghost King also looked over immediately, but his eyes looked at Feng Bingwen with vigilance and some inexplicable hostility.
"Auntie, who is this?"
The young man in black robe looked at Feng Bingwen up and down, and his expression became more solemn the more he looked at it, because although this young man seemed young, his appearance was no less handsome than him.
"This is my nephew, Zhantai Siyu. Please, fellow Taoist, please hold on to me and don't hurt him too seriously."
Zhan Taiyou ignored his nephew and said to Feng Bingwen. Although his tone was calm, when it fell on his nephew's ears, it was no less than a thunder on the ground, making him furious in an instant.
His aunt asked him to attack with all his strength, but she allowed this guy who came from nowhere to hold back. She clearly thought that he had no chance of winning.
Although he usually relied heavily on and believed in his aunt's eyes, this time he couldn't bear such contempt. He felt his blood boiling.
"Can."
Feng Bingwen nodded, and then looked at this young man who was quite normal at first, but now his eyes had turned dark, like an evil ghost.
"You guys start fighting, and come to me after you win."
After leaving these words, the ghost king quietly disappeared, but Feng Bingwen could feel her breath appearing in the palace behind her.
"Who are you?"
Although the aura all over his body had gradually become inhuman, the young man named Zhan Tai Siyu still maintained his basic sense and questioned Feng Bingwen word by word.
"Don't ask so many questions. I'm in a hurry, so hurry up and take action. After the fight, I have to go see your aunt!"
Feng Bingwen did not answer, but urged impatiently, and these words immediately deeply stimulated Zhan Taisiyu. His body swelled, and fine and deep scales emerged. Not only his breath, but also his body became like
An evil ghost.
"You never want to meet my aunt!"
At the same time as these words fell, the young man who was already covered with fine scales and had two horns as sharp as a moon-blade scimitar emerged from his head. He rushed to Feng Bingwen, raised his hand and punched him down.
Then a huge force fell.
Faced with this punch that could destroy a mountain, Feng Bingwen showed a look of impatience on his face. The fairy spirit energy in his hand was entangled, and the five-color fairy light shone before he slapped him out.
boom!
The huge figure flew out upside down, crashed across hundreds of feet, and hit the eaves of a palace. A faint light flashed across the palace. The tiles of the palace were not broken, but the young man hit the ground in embarrassment.
"Don't waste my time, I don't have time to play house with you, use all your skills!"
Feng Bingwen's figure did not move, but Zhan Taisiyu, who was slapped away by him, was enveloped in a cloud of deep ghostly aura. The ghostly aura was as dense as fireworks.
And as the young man stood up, something like a real ghostly spirit rose up and intertwined behind him, and a strange and grotesque vision appeared, in which a hundred ferocious ghosts appeared.
Ghost path, third grade vision, hundreds of ghosts walking at night!
"I have been cultivating for a year, and finally I was able to activate the power of visions. I have never used this trick on anyone since I came out of seclusion!"
Behind Zhantai Siyu, the scene of hundreds of ghosts walking at night became more solid, and a ghost actually walked down from it...