Chapter 1481: The Ghost Emperor Who Wants To Cry But Has No Tears
Chapter 1,481
In the mountain col.
There is a temple.
The scale is not large, only a hundred or ten square meters, and it says Yue Temple on it.
Long Xiaoshan stepped into the Yue Temple. The entire Yue Temple was enshrined in a golden sculpture. Looking at the appearance, it was clearly that of Yue Ling.
Returned from the last battle at Wanlong Mountain.
Long Xiaoshan built a temple for Yue Ling.
Let him live.
Although he is not a true god, the countryside is very superstitious and there are many miscellaneous false gods. The snake gods similar to the Snake Witch Cult are false gods.
Although he is a false god, he can still gather divine power if he receives more incense and has followers.
With the influence of Long Xiaoshan, the temple he built for Yue Ling had its own good fortune. In addition, Yue Ling appeared from time to time to protect Longyang Village, and now it is famous in all villages.
Every day, many nearby villagers come to offer incense.
As soon as Long Xiaoshan stepped into the temple, he felt that the sculpture's eyes moved, and then a black energy gushes out from the sculpture, and Yue Ling's body condensed in the blink of an eye. However, unlike before, Yue Ling's body seemed to have many
A layer of faint golden light.
"Xiaoshan, you're back." Yue Ling greeted.
"Brother Xiaoshan." Another ghost condensed out, and it was Xiaoning.
"Xiao Ning." Long Xiaoshan smiled and nodded.
"Brother, how are you these days?"
Yue Ling said: "I'm fine. What you said is indeed effective. Although my ghost body has not recovered now, I feel that I have an extra layer of incense and willpower to protect my ghost body and it is more solid."
"That's good, but brother, I'm here to give you something good today." Long Xiaoshan waved his hand.
Wow.
A large number of Yin crystal nuclei poured down, and soon, a small mountain shape was accumulated on the ground.
"This is... the Yin Crystal Core." Yue Ling's eyes narrowed and she exclaimed.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
The Yin Crystal Core requires Ghost King-level ghosts to condense it. There must be at least thousands of them on the ground. How is that possible?
Moreover, there are hundreds of them that have condensed into relic shapes.
This is probably something that only the top ghost kings can gather together.
He couldn't believe it: "Where did you get it?"
Yin crystal cores are extremely rare. Not to mention that the ghost king is difficult to kill, but it is very easy to kill. It is impossible to find thousands of ghost kings.
"I brought this from the Changping Ancient Battlefield."
"Changping!" After hearing this, Yue Ling was immediately shocked: "You actually went there. It is said that there is a huge seal there, sealing hundreds of thousands of evil souls. You are going to die."
"Brother Yue, isn't my life good?" Long Xiaoshan said with a relaxed smile.
Yue Ling shook his head and said: "You are really good at taking risks. If something happens to you, you will not think about your brothers and sisters. Do you still want the Wanlong Mountain incident to happen again?"
Long Xiaoshan touched his nose and said: "Brother taught me that I will be careful. By the way, brother, these are enough for you to recover."
"How can I use so many?" Yue Ling was speechless: "Just give me a few and that's enough."
"It's okay. It's said that this can be used to improve your cultivation. You can use it as much as you can to improve it as much as you can." Long Xiaoshan said casually.
"That won't work. If I really swallow so many yin crystal cores, I will have to explode. Moreover, ghost cultivation is not that simple. In fact, I have never tried how to use yin crystal cores to practice." Yue Ling said.
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Long Xiaoshan's eyes flashed and he said: "It doesn't matter, I'll find someone to help you, Yang Yun, come out here."
Long Xiaoshan sacrificed a magical weapon.
call!
A cold wind blew across the ground, and all the candles in the entire temple were extinguished in an instant. The surrounding walls and the ground were instantly stained with white frost by the cold air. Yue Ling and Xiao Ning beside him trembled a little.
A huge ghost shadow filled the entire temple. The black ghost body was rolling like ink, and the white will-o'-the-wisps in its eyes were tumbling, reflecting the whole temple, making ghosts cry and howl, which was extremely ferocious.
After the ghostly figure appeared, Yue Ling and Xiaoning's eyes became even more frightened!
That kind of terrible oppression made the two of them almost unable to support their ghost bodies and trembling.
Long Xiaoshan waved his hand and swatted the ghost away: "Why do you want you to come out and make such a big noise? You're scaring people."
Plop!
The ghost rolled around on the ground several times, quickly gathered its breath, knelt on the ground and said, "Master, forgive me, but I don't know what the master's instructions were when he summoned the little ghost."
Looking at the ghostly figure with a ferocious look and a strong aura, he knelt in front of Long Xiaoshan in an instant, looking like a loyal servant.
Such a contrast.
Yue Ling and Xiao Ning were caught off guard.
As a ghost king.
Yue Ling could feel the horror of this ghost even more.
The fear and oppression that originated from his origin made him understand that this ghost shadow might have transcended the realm of the Ghost King.
This is definitely an incredibly powerful ghost. No, it should be described as a ghost.
But such a powerful ghost and god would actually bow to Long Xiaoshan.
Yue Ling couldn't believe it.
Although he knew that Long Xiaoshan was very powerful, the ghosts and gods above the Ghost King were probably comparable to the innate strong men of humans. How could they surrender at the foot of Long Xiaoshan?
"Get up." Long Xiaoshan said calmly.
"Yes, Master." The Ghost Emperor got up and stood respectfully.
Long Xiaoshan pointed at Yue Ling and Xiao Ning and said: "Yang Yun, these are my eldest brother Yue Ling and my sister Xiao Ning. When you see them in the future, you will treat them as if you were seeing me. Brother Yue and Xiao Ning, these are the ones I have collected."
Servant, Yang Yun, Ghost Emperor of Fengdu."
"Ghost Emperor Yang Yun." Yue Ling lost her voice and said.
Ghost Emperor Yang Yun has been in Fengdu for five hundred years. He became famous earlier than Gui Ming. He has always been a legendary figure in the ghost way. Yue Ling was also a master at that time and has been able to come into contact with many high-end figures in the Hidden Sect. Naturally, he has heard of it.
The Ghost Emperor's ability to live for five hundred years naturally relies not only on caution and luck, but also on his overwhelming strength. Especially in Fengdu, when Tianshi, Maoshan and other major sects of demon subjugation and exorcism sent out several innate strong men to jointly encircle and suppress
, did not kill the Ghost Emperor. It is said that the Ghost Emperor is completely immortal in Fengdu.
Fengdu is also known as the Ghost City.
Unexpectedly, the legendary Ghost Emperor who had been in the Hidden Sect for five hundred years would be subdued by Long Xiaoshan.
"Oh, do you know me?" Yang Yun unknowingly acted like a ghost emperor again. After all, ghost kings with Yue Ling's level of cultivation were really not in his eyes, and he could easily find dozens of them.
"I've met Senior Ghost Emperor." Yue Ling cupped her hands and said.
Yang Yun hummed in a neutral tone.
Bang!
Long Xiaoshan slapped Yang Yun on the head, flattening his head, and said: "Why are you pretending to be so stupid? This is my eldest brother. Do you talk to my eldest brother like this?"
Yang Yun howled in pain.
Long Xiaoshan's slap contains divine power.
Hit his ghost body and smoke came out.
"I was wrong, Master, I was wrong, this... Brother Yue, Yue." Yang Yun was about to cry but had no tears. He had to bow his head under the eaves.
"This, this is bad. Senior Ghost Emperor, you should call me by my name. Let's discuss our own affairs. Xiaoshan, don't make things too difficult for Senior Ghost Emperor." Yue Ling didn't know how Long Xiaoshan subdued Yang Yun.
But it was too much for him to ask a senior who had lived for five hundred years to call him big brother.
