Although the bottle did not explode, it was not the Ghost King bottle from the previous life.
Instead, he accidentally discharged a new bottle by sorting the soul text. As for whether it can carry the power of the underworld, we have to try it to find out...
After a while, he was sent into the underworld.
Feed it in one by one, don't dare to feed too much at once.
At about ten thousand rays, that is, a burst of dark power, Feng Qingyan stopped and observed carefully, then shook the bottle and threw it on the ground.
The bottle didn't explode.
"Although it is not as good as the Ghost King's bottle in the previous life, it may be able to carry the power of the underworld."
Feng Qingyan observed carefully for a while and said that he faintly discovered that the soul text on the inner wall of the bottle seemed to have exerted mysterious power and withstood the power of the underworld.
At this time, his previous decadence swept away and he became energetic.
Why think so much?
Just do whatever you have to do!
One day later, the bottle did not escape from the dark power and exploded. Feng Qingyan continued to send the dark power into the bottle.
Although the bottle is not big, it contains hundreds of dark powers.
"If the dark power turns into liquid, maybe it can hold more..." Feng Qingyan whispered, but the bottle might not be able to bear it.
Feng Qingyan made two more Ghost King bottles by sorting the soul texts.
Although he is not the Ghost King Bottle in his previous life, Feng Qingyan is still called the Ghost King. The total of nearly 400 ghost powers is enough for him to use "Tongyou See Ghosts" once.
However, the power will be much weaker.
However, he mainly wanted to "break through the emptiness and see the subtle". After all, the ability to "see ghosts through the secluded world" has become the magical power of Qingshan City God.
Not suitable for use outside.
And "breaking the void and seeing the subtle" can use different dark powers according to different magical powers.
At this time, he threw all three Ghost King bottles into the painting and continued to ride the ox cart northward, but never left the Qingshan realm.
I only walked twenty or thirty miles a day, and occasionally stayed for a few days.
Under night.
Not long after Feng Qingyan's consciousness returned to the Golden Body of the City God, he received a report from Tu Yang and discovered the whereabouts of the evil ghost in the northwest of Qingshan Realm.
It's a pity that he couldn't be captured alive.
"I will go there personally and ask the governor to lead the way."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
"promise."
Tuyang said, and immediately led the way.
Passing over countless mountains, they flew more than two hundred miles and arrived at a deserted valley. At this time, a school captain led a thousand Yin soldiers to surround the entire valley to prevent the evil spirits from escaping.
"How many evil spirits are there?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"Jun Huifu, there are still thirteen evil spirits."
The captain saluted.
"Just wait and get out of here."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
"promise."
The captain didn't ask any questions at all, and immediately led a thousand Yin soldiers to leave in a hurry.
"Old Man..."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"promise."
Tuyang didn't say much and immediately left the valley.
After a moment, Feng Qingyan's consciousness immediately returned to his true body, which transformed into the Green Mountain City God and appeared in the valley in the blink of an eye.
"Want to escape?"
Feng Qingyan waved his hand, and a circle of dark power fell down, immediately trapping the evil ghost.
Evil ghosts are only at the level of scribes.
"If I have the opportunity, I should learn from the legalists' method of drawing the ground as a prison..."
Feng Qingyan said softly.
He is quite interested in many magical powers or sacred arts from other sects.
The Legalist method of "drawing the earth as a prison" has magical powers and sacred arts, but the sacred arts are more difficult to understand, but they are very powerful.
The Legalist holy art of "drawing the ground as a prison" can even temporarily trap great sages.
"Ouch——"
Thirteen evil spirits were trapped and roared ferociously at Feng Qingyan.
Feng Qingyan walked down from the night sky step by step and walked directly into the circle of Ming Li, immediately attracting the attack of the evil ghost.
boom--
The aura on Feng Qingyan's body exploded like a "boom".
The thirteen evil ghosts immediately became frightened and backed away crazily, as if they had seen some terrifying existence.
"Come out."
Feng Qingyan whispered, calling to the ghost gate behind him.
Unfortunately, the ghost gate behind him was disobedient, which made Feng Qingyan feel a little embarrassed.
At this time, Feng Qingyan had no choice but to put away the pressure of the city god and quietly look at the evil ghost, while the evil ghost looked at Feng Qingyan with some confusion.
After a while, there is an evil spirit, try to come forward.
"Ouch——"
An evil ghost couldn't help it and suddenly attacked Feng Qingyan.
Feng Qingyan did not resist, nor did he issue any pressure from the city god. When the evil ghost was about to attack him, the strange darkness behind him suddenly emerged.
A ghost gate emerged from the strange darkness.
As soon as the hell comes out.
The thirteen evil ghosts looked at Feng Qingyan in fear and knelt down one by one, even with their heads on the ground.
Feng Qingyan walked up.
The evil ghost knelt down and retreated.
"stop!"
Feng Qingyan shouted.
It's a pity that the evil ghost didn't obey, and still knelt down and retreated.
Feng Qingyan frowned, then reached out and grabbed an evil ghost, brought it to him, and looked at it carefully.
The evil spirits are very strange.
It seems to be half virtual and half real, but it is a soul body, but it seems to have a physical body when it dies...
"What kind of existence is an evil ghost?"
Feng Qingyan was curious.
However, there is currently no answer, not even the saints know.
At this time, he separated himself from the golden body of the City God, stood behind his real body, looked at the ghost gate floating in the strange darkness, and then sent the captured evil ghost to the ghost gate.
"Ouch——"
The evil ghost roared in fear and struggled wildly.
When the evil ghost enters the weird darkness and hasn't touched the ghost gate, it immediately disappears, leaving only a weird black streak.
"It's really not an evil ghost..."
Feng Qingyan couldn't help but said.
Although he had already guessed that it couldn't be an ordinary evil ghost, he still had to verify it.
At this time, he grabbed the second evil ghost and sent it into the strange darkness. It still didn't touch the ghost gate and disappeared into ashes.
After a while, all thirteen evil ghosts were wiped out.
Feng Qingyan was not disappointed, after all, it was expected.
"What kind of evil spirit is it?"
Feng Qingyan frowned and thought.
At this time, he was suddenly startled. The sixteen evil ghosts guarding the ghost gate, that is, the sixteen ghost generals, were the evil ghosts and ghost generals from the previous life.
How could this world exist?
If so, it would really be a ghost...
"If this is the case, wouldn't the ghost door be unable to be opened?" Feng Qingyan asked in surprise, what is the use of the ghost door that cannot be opened?
Yes yes there is.
But it is impossible to exert the true power of the ghost gate.
"Sixteen evil ghosts, sixteen ghost generals, whether evil ghosts or ghost generals, it's just a title." Feng Qingyan recalled while thinking.
"Do they have names?"
"What are they called?"
"Besides guarding the gates of hell, what else do they do?"
Feng Qingyan tried hard to remember.
After a while, he returned to the original place and took the golden body of the City God back to the City God's Mansion.
"Sixteen evil ghosts should have names. What are they called? Are there such evil ghosts in this world?"
"If not, can I exchange it for something else?"
The oxcart slowly moved northward.
Feng Qingyan was sitting in the bullock cart thinking and reminiscing.
"Mountain ghost?"
"Sixteen evil ghosts should have names. What are they called? Are there such evil ghosts in this world?"
"If not, can I exchange it for something else?"
The oxcart slowly moved northward.
Feng Qingyan was sitting in the bullock cart thinking and reminiscing.