The white-browed monk's eyes were focused, and he looked at Long Xiaoshan carefully. His expression gradually changed: "You, you are Grandmaster Long."
"It's been a long time since we've seen each other. Master Enlightenment, you're fine." Long Xiaoshan said with a smile.
When he made trouble for the Situ family in Tianfu City, Wu Dao even came forward. Later, he surrendered and took away a prayer wheel. Later, he realized the magical power of law, heaven and earth from that magic weapon.
Master Enlightenment was shocked, and he quickly bowed his hands and said: "It turns out that the heavenly being is here. Thank you very much for the heavenly being's help just now."
Although only one year apart.
But when we meet again, our identities are completely different.
Back in Tianfu City, Long Xiaoshan was just a young man who had just become a master. But now, Long Xiaoshan has stepped through the Hidden Sect. Even the top one on the Dragon Ranking has been overthrown by him and he has climbed to the top of China.
"Master, there is no need to be polite." Long Xiaoshan waved his hand to help Master Wu Dao up.
Enlightenment stood up and said to the old man in yellow robe beside him: "Brother Ge, this is Longxiaoshan Longtianren."
The old Taoist Huangpao's face changed drastically. The shadow of the famous tree and Long Xiaoshan's viciousness in the hidden door were well known. He couldn't say that he had a good impression of this vicious person, but when he stood in front of him, he didn't like it.
Dare to show any slightness, he even cupped his hands and said: "I am Ge Zhengqing of the Maoshan sect, I have seen heavenly beings."
Long Xiaoshan said: "You're welcome, everyone is here to solve the ghost disaster in Changping."
At this time, everyone in the Dragon Group also gathered over.
"Master, are you okay?" Yao Yuanjie stepped forward and greeted the old Taoist Huangpao repeatedly.
Ge Zhengqing waved his hand: "It's okay, thanks to the help of heaven and man."
Long Xiaoshan had left the crowd at this time and came to the place where the soldiers' souls had just been scattered. He searched carefully. Soon, his eyes lit up and he picked up a thumb-sized crystal core from the ground.
Touching the coldness, a ferocious aura emanated from the crystal core.
"Yin crystal core." Long Xiaoshan knew that this was the crystal core condensed after the ghost cultivated to the ghost king stage. It was the core of the ghost, just like the demon pill to the monster.
Yue Ling said last time that the ghost body can be restored using the Yin Crystal Core. This is also the important purpose of Long Xiaoshan's visit to Changping this time.
He walked around and collected all the Yin Crystal Cores, nine in total.
Arriving at the cracked crack in the ground, I looked at the billowing black mist underneath.
Long Xiaoshan looked solemn.
Although they have gained so much before entering the seal of the Changping Ancient Battlefield, this further proves the terrifying nature of the Changping Ancient Battlefield. The few soldier souls that leaked out are all ghost king-level, and such soldier souls are of the ancient battlefield.
How much is left in it?
At that time, 700,000 to 800,000 people were buried here.
Even after all these years, the soul inside has been damaged.
But it's certainly not much less.
There must be hundreds of thousands left.
Hundreds of thousands of ghost-king-level evil spirits, it makes people's scalp numb just thinking about it. If these evil spirits escape, not to mention China, the whole world will be destroyed.
Even if the True Immortal Jin Dan is here, he will be torn into pieces.
But back then, Emperor Qin used Bai Qi's blood to suppress this unparalleled murderous land. Bai Qi was so powerful that he could suppress hundreds of thousands of evil souls with one person. He was worthy of being the greatest killer of all time.
The broken seal is only temporarily suppressed by him, but this is only the surface seal. Such surface ruptures are not just here, there are many in the entire valley. This is just the appearance. The seal inside must have been destroyed, otherwise it would not be possible.
Letting these soldier souls slip out, without solving the root cause, and only sealing it on the surface is obviously of no use. Only by entering the seal and thoroughly repairing the formation can the ghost disaster be solved.
Long Xiaoshan turned around, joined the others in the Long Group, and left temporarily.
It is certain to enter the seal, but you cannot break in rashly. Long Xiaoshan cannot make fun of his own life, and he must be fully prepared before entering.
The Dragon Group left some people behind to continue monitoring the seal.
Shortly after Long Xiaoshan and others left.
A black stone hundreds of meters away from the seal crack suddenly twisted, and two figures gradually emerged. The two figures merged with the darkness. One of them was extremely tall, wearing a crown on his head, and had no facial features on his face, as if
It swallows light like a black hole. He is wearing a black gilt robe, but if you look closely, you can see that the robe is constantly twisting and flowing, and countless resentful souls are constantly manifesting inside, wailing ferociously.
The man standing next to him was shorter, with a normal build, and looked like a handsome nobleman. But at this moment, his eyes were ferocious, shooting out endless malice, staring in the direction where Long Xiaoshan left just now.
If Long Xiaoshan were here, he would definitely recognize this person as Gui Ming who escaped in Guiyan Mountain.
At first, Guiming borrowed corpses to resurrect his soul, practiced in hiding for three hundred years, and cultivated into a golden corpse body. However, it was broken by Long Xiaoshan, and the golden corpse body was destroyed, leaving only a remnant soul, which completely ruined his plan.
When enemies meet, they will naturally be extremely jealous.
Although Long Xiaoshan is not Long Yi now.
But as a ghost, he still recognized the other person at a glance.
"Gui Emperor, why didn't you take action just now? I tell you, this person will definitely destroy our plan." Gui Ming said.
"Gui Ming, don't forget your identity. When I took you in, I didn't ask you to teach me how to do things. Your only purpose now is to help me find Bai Qi's blood. If you can't do it, I will kill you."
Feed my Ten Thousand Souls Banner."
The Ghost Emperor raised his hand, and black ghost ropes immediately appeared on Gui Ming's body. Densely packed skulls appeared on the ghost ropes, biting on Gui Ming's body. Gui Ming immediately showed a look of pain, and he kept saying
Said: "Stop, Ghost Emperor, I know, I know, spare my life."
snort!
The Ghost Emperor snorted coldly, and then the ghost ropes gradually disappeared from Gui Ming's body.
Guiming lowered his head, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.
If he hadn't lost his golden corpse body and suffered heavy damage to his soul, Gui Ming wouldn't have gone to Fengdu Ghost Emperor. He knew that with his current remnant soul, it was wishful thinking to seek revenge from Long Xiaoshan.
Hundreds of years ago when he was traveling in the hidden sect, he knew the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.
Knowing that this guy's cultivation level was as high as the heavens, he was not inferior to the innate ones. When he became the leader of the Demon Sect, he wanted to conquer the Ghost Emperor. As a result, the two fought for a whole day, and they couldn't tell the difference. Moreover, the other side was entrenched in the Ghost City, and he couldn't do anything to him.
Just give up this idea.
Not to mention the Demon Sect, even the Hidden Sect was in decline. The strong men of his generation had long since turned into ashes. He couldn't find anyone to help him, so he had to go to Fengdu to find the Ghost Emperor.
As a result, he was almost sacrificed to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner by the Fengdu Ghost Emperor. In the end, he lured the Ghost Emperor with Bai Qi's blood and barely survived. The Ghost Emperor placed a ban on his soul.
"Long Yi, Ghost Emperor, when I find Bai Qi's blood, you will die." Gui Ming's eyes flashed with ghostly fire.
Long Xiaoshan's mind moved, and he raised his hand. The frost-blue mist mark on his wrist kept flashing.
