A vast aura of the dead suddenly emerged from the area ahead. The aura was not diffuse, but it was surging and rolling in front, making it look very strange.
The breath of the dead can corrode the mind and have the ability to devour souls. There are many ghosts and supernatural powers that contain the breath of the energy of the dead. Generally, living beings that show vitality are not willing to be contaminated with this kind of breath.
The fact that the two of them could stand still for an instant, with cautious expressions on their faces, was enough to illustrate how majestic the undead aura ahead was.
"Look, there seems to be something alive in the mist ahead."
Suddenly, Qin Fengming exhaled urgently and pointed in a direction with his finger. His face became extremely solemn, his breath surged all over his body, and he was instantly ready for a fight.
There were living things here, which immediately made Master Fengji feel a chill all over his body, and his mood immediately became tense.
The spiritual consciousness cannot be activated here, but the monk's sharp eyes can still see a certain distance. In addition, there is a dense and light cyan fluorescence in the pitch black ahead. Master Fengji also immediately saw the strange living thing Qin Fengming mentioned.
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They were two strange monsters with weird bodies. Their bodies were like a ball of blue mist. They had several thick tentacles that were constantly swinging, and they were constantly slapping the giant legs of the beast corpses like mountains.
The fog monster has no head and no visible body, but its tentacles are dancing, obviously conscious, and the scene looks a bit scary.
Without spiritual detection, it is impossible to determine what kind of ghostly ghost the two masses of mist are.
"Although the ice soul energy here contains the origin of the soul, there is too much necromantic aura, and it is logically impossible to condense it into a ghost. The fog should be another kind of ghost. Not only is it not afraid of the ice soul energy here, it will not be attracted by it.
The erosion of undead energy." Qin Fengming's eyes flashed with green light, and he said with a slight frown on his brows.
The aura of the dead can devour the soul. Even if the ghost ghost carries the aura of the dead, it stands to reason that it cannot stay in such a strong undead energy for a long time, unless it was originally born here.
"It's not that the energy of the dead cannot give birth to ghosts. According to rumors in the ghost realm, there is a kind of ghost called the ghost, which carries a strong breath of the dead. It is said that the ghost is a ghost that is born in a place where the breath of the dead is very strong. It's just that kind of environment.
It is extremely difficult to encounter, so there are not many monks who know about the underworld."
Master Fengji suddenly spoke and told Qin Fengming some information that he didn't know.
Qin Fengming is not a monk in the ghost realm. In terms of understanding of ghosts and ghosts, he cannot compare with Master Fengji. It seems possible that strange ghosts appear in the energy of the dead here.
Standing still, Qin Fengming immediately communicated with Jun Yan.
However, after asking around, it turned out that even Jun Yan didn't know anything about the so-called ghosts, let alone how to deal with them.
When Qin Fengming was frowning secretly, Master Fengji's words made him immediately widen his eyes:
"If the weird ghost in front of us is really a ghost, then we are really in trouble. According to the classics, ghosts can be taken for their own use, fed with their own essence and blood, and attached with a large number of various ghost ghosts.
You can cultivate it into a spiritual body of your own, and the level of cultivation is the same as your own body. Back in the Mastiff Vine Realm, when you encountered the identical physical clone of Master Beidou, I suspected that it was the body of a ghost."
Master Fengji's words made Qin Fengming's heart surge with uncontrollable excitement.
Back in the Mastiff Vine World, he once had a head-on battle with Master Beidou. In that battle, Master Beidou was seriously injured before the fight, and his strength was greatly reduced.
At that time, Master Beidou had released a large number of ghosts, including three Mahayana ghosts. Qin Fengming carried a large amount of thunder and lightning, otherwise it would have been difficult to deal with. But what surprised Qin Fengming the most was that Master Beidou had one
Mahayana clone.
That clone was exactly the same as Master Beidou, regardless of you or me. He was surprised at that time, because the clone was obviously not the soul clone of Master Beidou, and different from the clone of Master Yiyang. Now that Master Fengji mentioned it, he immediately
Qin Fengming was greatly moved.
If Ming Ling is really like Master Beidou's body, then Ming Ling is really lucky.
"The ghost spirit is the spirit of the underworld. It is an immortal existence in the Yin Qi filled with the breath of the dead. It is definitely not easy to capture it. Moreover, how dangerous the ghost spirit is is not described in the classics, so you and I have to
Be careful and don't underestimate the enemy." Master Fengji's eyes flashed with excitement on his face, but he still did not forget to remind Qin Fengming.
Qin Fengming didn't know about the ghost, but he was sure that the ghost was a ghost. No matter what kind of ghost it was, Qin Fengming really didn't care too much.
The two of them didn't know how many ghosts there were here, so they approached the necromantic mist very cautiously.
As the two people got closer, they finally saw the hazy scene in the mist. Qin Fengming immediately shouted in shock: "How...how can there be so many of them?" In the surging blue mist, there were bodies of different shapes and shapes.
The strange mist from the beast's body is flying, constantly colliding towards the huge mountains.
As they got closer, the energy of the undead became more and more intense, and the vitality in the body seemed to be ravaged by a terrifying force, making them feel deprived. This was the power contained in the aura of the undead, which devoured the vitality with all its strength, but the two of them were not afraid.
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"That cloud of mist is not the ghost spirit described in the classics. Even if it is, it is the original state of the ghost spirit." Suddenly, Master Fengji spoke and made a judgment.
Qin Fengming was not disappointed at all, but his eyes flashed green and he looked forward. Soon, he made a discovery: "Fellow Taoist, those fog balls seem to be swallowing some kind of substance released by the body of the giant beast."
"Be careful!" Before Qin Fengming could finish his words, Master Fengji suddenly shouted in surprise.
Qin Fengming suddenly discovered that clouds of mist suddenly surged from the clusters of huge pillars on the mountains next to him, and countless solid tentacles shot out from the mist, which were the same as those stretched out from the strange fog, like a
A thick sand snake soared into the air and wrapped around their bodies.
The fluctuations of those tentacles are not powerful, and are far inferior to the Mahayana attack power, but they are extremely numerous, sudden and frightening.
"Qin, let's try the power of these ghosts." Qin Fengming snorted. Instead of quickly dodging and retreating like Master Fengji, his body remained motionless. He just flipped his hand and the Xuanwei Qingying Sword flashed out.
The sword flashed as he held it in his palm. The several-foot-long sword blade shone brightly, with icy cold and hot energy intertwined. At the same time, small arcs of light coiled around the sword body, and terrifying thunder and lightning energy lurked within it.
The Xuanwei Qingyan Sword has been tempered with several kinds of heaven-defying divine materials. Its sharpness and power are no longer what they used to be. At the same time, it is activated by Qin Fengming's Mahayana magic power. The power it can emit will definitely be frightening even if it touches the Mahayana.
, he must be regarded as an existence that has been immersed in the Mahayana realm for hundreds of thousands of years.
Just when Qin Fengming was ready to fight, countless mist tentacles flew towards him, like countless flexible and thick ropes, surrounding him.
At the same time, Master Fengji, who was retreating at a rapid speed, also did not escape. The mist tentacles seemed to have been dormant all around. No matter how you dodge, you cannot escape from the tentacles.
Qin Fengming's wrist suddenly flipped and danced, and the thirteen sword skills of Piaoliu were displayed.
He didn't perform it quickly, he displayed each move slowly, just like how his teacher taught him in Luoxia Valley, his movements were light and free.
Countless mist tentacles were chopped into pieces by the sword blade, and turned into thick mist floating into the air amidst the crackling sounds of lightning arcs.
In just a moment, there was no fog tentacle within a few hundred feet around Qin Fengming, and the rich aura of the dead surged, as vast as the ocean.
These seemingly terrifying mist tentacles pose no threat and are easily destroyed.
"No, the void here has collapsed..." Suddenly, Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed, and a cry rang out from his mouth.