Ghost generals are things of the underworld, lifeless and dead, the body of the dead.
The Ghost Dao monks of the Nether tribe obtain the heavenly secret from the Yin source and follow the Dao. When the Yin Qi reaches its peak, it is easy to give the souls of the dead powerful spiritual power. They are called Yin ghosts.
In the world of cultivation, ghost general is just a general term, representing all wronged souls and ghosts. Just like many years ago when Feng Jueyu had just entered the first stage of Chongyang in the Shinto level, he worked with Zhou Jinshan and Yangu in Yunjian Tianmen.
When Zhiwucai, Wu Zong, Wu Buyong and others explored the Sanming Bridge, they encountered many zombies and skeletons that looked like ghouls. Later, white-haired flying monsters appeared. There were many kinds of ghosts from the Nether tribe. The ones they encountered on the Sanming Bridge
Those are only the lowest species and cannot reach the level of ghost generals at all.
The so-called ghost generals represent a type of ghost. The lowest level is the ghost general, and above that there are ghost kings and ghost commanders, with varying strengths.
What ghost generals cultivate is the underworld fetus. They are obtained unintentionally and are created by chance. Those who can become ghost generals are all the remains of strange corpses collected by top masters from all over the world. They are refined with medicine and methods, and finally the corpses are obtained and obey the orders of the master.
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Of course, ghost generals are lifeless, but once a ghost ghost reaches the level of a ghost general, it means that it has become a pure body by chance, and the pure body will turn into white bones and flesh, no more, no less, half a catty, so the ghost that jumps out of the hanging coffin
The general is very frightening. It is obviously a skeleton, but there are pieces of bloody meat hanging on the hands, feet, arms, thighs and even the top of the forehead. The outside of the skeleton is covered with wrinkled living skin. In some places
There are some places where the pink color is still sticky with saliva, making it look sinister.
Don't look at these ghost generals. Each one is an extremely ferocious thing, comparable to a master of Dzogchen. They are not afraid of death, do not know pain, have ten fingers like sharp edges, and are extremely powerful. They will bite everyone they meet and tear them into pieces.
It can be eaten to rejuvenate the soul and help increase one's cultivation.
There are countless coffins hanging on the cliffs on both sides. There are more than a dozen monks who escaped from the end. Although they are all good at cultivation, they are still in a miserable state. However, this group of mentally retarded idiots don't know how to avoid the important and take the easy. Even if they are frightened, they still can't.
You have to know where you are now, right?
A bunch of brainless idiots.
Feng Jueyu cursed and saw a pot of porridge in the mouth of the gorge. The ghost generals flying out from the hanging coffin bared their teeth and claws, showing their ferocious looks. To them, those dozen monks were a sumptuous feast.
There are not many people in Tianmenling, mostly in Tianmenling, and even fewer people dare to come in during the next three battles. How could you encounter so many delicious "foods" and not enjoy them properly?
Suddenly, a thunderstorm suddenly appeared, and the "foodies" in the gorge opened up with swords and curses, but they were not talking about the ghosts, generals and monsters that jumped out of the hanging coffin, but some names that they had never heard of before but sounded very familiar to them.
"My mentor and friend are a bastard. He relies on his superb cultivation to be arrogant and arrogant. His bullshit is as petty as a needle. How can we still lose two ounces of meat in the past?"
"Damn, I'm really unlucky. Why did I encounter such a few idiots? I just didn't take everyone there. I even tripped on the way."
"Stop chattering. We are all like grasshoppers tied to a rope. If we don't work together, we will be reduced to pulp. Just kill them quickly and run out of the formation."
"Kill..."
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Hearing this, Feng Jueyu let out an unexpected sigh, Shi Fengyou? Could it be that these idiots had been following Shi Fengyou and the others into the battle before, and they seemed to have been tricked.
While he was thinking about this, a roaring tsunami was already coming to kill him on the other side. The cultivation of a dozen monks was certainly not weak. The lowest one was also a spiritual platform.
It is much more powerful than most, but it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. A hero cannot stand against the crowd. There are not only one thousand but eight hundred hanging coffins on the cliff. One after another, ghosts will pop out and rush forward like vicious wolves.
At first, more than a dozen monks could hold up their holy armor to withstand one or two attacks. They came and went like dragons without any damage. However, as time went by, due to excessive consumption of divine power, many people could no longer hold on. The ghost general's sharp claws
He grabbed and tore them apart, tearing the holy armor of several monks into pieces with a squeaking sound. Like nails scratching through the skin and flesh, blood was drawn into pieces, swaying freely, lifting up the gorgeous red silk...
Not long after, some people were bitten and devoured by countless ghost generals, and in an instant there were not even a few bones left.
He was flying so fast in front that he looked back so scared that he was scared to death. He couldn't care about others and used all his skills. The rhythm was messed up and the situation became even more tragic.
Seeing that a certain monk was about to be killed by the ghost's claws, he raised his hand to pick up the distress token. A flash of white light passed by, and several figures suddenly flew down from the cliff.
These people were all dressed in white robes, holding formations of flags and formations with solemn expressions. They flew from the mountains. A talisman fell from the sky and was firmly placed on the head of the person who asked for help. Then he recited it eloquently.
It was also strange. After the talisman landed on the head of the person asking for help, a white light came down and enveloped him. The extremely vicious ghost general seemed to be very afraid and stopped beside the person involuntarily. He stretched out his nose and took a sniff.
He exhaled reluctantly, then turned his head and chased forward.
At this time, the disciples of Xuantian Mansion suddenly appeared, waved the formation flag, and lifted up the man who was wrapped in white light, and said plausibly: "Fellow Taoist, don't panic, I'll take you out."
"Can I not go out, just once, okay? It's not easy to get here." The monk who was in danger did not realize his regret until he got through the dangerous period.
It's a pity that the disciple of Xuantian Mansion kept shaking his head and had no intention of compromising: "The rules are the rules, I can't help it."
"Hey, hey, put me down..."
In a sad and desperate voice, the man walked away, but was taken away from the formation by the disciples of Xuantian Mansion.
The battle near the entrance is still going on. As the person said before, it is not easy to get here. No one uses the distress token easily unless they have to, because once they get out, they have to start all over again.
Two more people on the road presented their distress tokens and were then taken away. A dozen people saw that less than ten people were left. The guy who first kept shouting about working together rushed out first and flew to the ground at the same time.
I had a very close contact with the earth, and my whole body fell to the ground. I rolled a few times before I got up.
Coincidentally, the outside of this formation is an absolutely safe area. After the man threw himself on the ground, the remaining seven or eight people also rushed to the finish line one by one. It was like a racing race, and everyone was tired.
Panting like an ox.
The mouth of the gorge finally became quiet, but the ghost generals did not retreat one by one. Instead, they hunched over and picked up their knees with their paws, staring straight at the outside of the formation. The line between this entrance was like a natural chasm.
Make them insurmountable.
Feng Jueyu walked over and stepped on the boundary of the entrance, stretched out his finger and tapped a little in the air. Without using any force, he almost hit the forehead of one of the ghost generals.
"Ouch!"
The ghost general seemed to be furious and opened his jagged teeth at Feng Jueyu, looking extremely vicious.
Feng Jueyu was happy. Sure enough, this formation still left some room for the monks. If it were him, he would definitely not set up any barrier to stop the ghost generals.
There is a saying among formations that there are dangerous paths within the formation gate, but there are also formations that deliberately leave room for people to rest and recover.
Seeing those people rolling and crawling back under the gate, Feng Jueyu walked to the side with his hands behind his back and waited silently.
Once the ghost returns to the hanging coffin and everyone has regained their composure, you can go in again without violating the restrictions.
There were nine people left in the group of more than ten people. Among them was a guy who had reached Shattering Void Realm and was not tired. Judging from his appearance, this person was not very old. He was even the youngest among them, about thirty years old.
With a calm smile on his face, he stood up leisurely, walked towards Feng Jueyu, clasped his fists and said, "Fellow Taoist, I'm here, Wei Xu. When did you come here?"
"I just came here not long ago." Feng Jueyu clasped his hands behind his back and said with a smile.
"Fellow Taoist seems to know how to resolve the restrictions of the formation, otherwise he would not have seemed so calm before."
This is a Taoist, Feng Jueyu thought to himself.
In fact, it is not too much to call this person "senior" when it comes to cultivation. However, Feng Da Killer has always disliked publicity when walking in the cultivation world. He always lowers his cultivation level by one or two levels. In addition, that person is indeed humble and polite.
, and did not use spiritual consciousness to investigate his cultivation, so it was just appropriate to call him "fellow Taoist".
"If you have anything to say, just say it directly." Feng Jueyu said calmly.
"Brother Wei." At the right time, the golden-body Dzogchen who had previously commanded everyone to fight in a bloody battle stood up, patted his butt and breathed heavily: "What are you doing?"
The man surnamed Wei seemed to have a lot of cultivation. Although his cultivation was higher than that of a man, he lowered his status and said to the man with a smile: "Brother Cheng, this fellow Taoist should know how to resolve the restrictions of this formation. I humbly ask for advice.
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The man who had previously ordered everyone to go on a rampage glanced at Feng Jueyu with disdain. He seemed not to believe what he meant, but he didn't say anything. Several people nearby rested for a while and gathered around him, staring straight at Feng Jueyu.
Jueyu showed longing eyes.
Xu Shi was miserably cheated by his master and friends. Looking at those ghost generals, everyone felt a little frightened. Feng Jueyu glanced at them and sighed in his heart.
Whether it was a whim or a sudden outpouring of kindness, Feng Jueyu suddenly thought that it was indeed not easy for this group of people to reach this point. Although they were a little reckless, they still worked together when they escaped from the formation, so
Feng Jueyu thought that they were on their way anyway, so it would be okay to give them some pointers.
With such thoughts in mind, Fengda Killer said lazily: "Okay, when they all go back, you can follow me, but you have to follow me wherever I go. If someone touches the restriction, I won't save them.