Those black bugs that burrow into the body are very powerful.
Jiang Li's three thousand spiders are no match at all.
The sub-bodies that surrounded them from all directions and tried to intercept them were bitten by the black insects instead, and they soon suffered a lot of losses.
After all, those black insects are basically transformed by Yuanying or even monks above the Transformation God level. One or two of them are enough trouble.
How can we resist the power of dreams that have just taken shape and have not yet been developed when so many people are pouring in at once?
The dream clone releases rumble waves, trying to drag these black insects into the dream.
But these thousands of ghosts who have lost their human form have no ability to dream at all.
The best skill is in vain.
There is no way to drag people into a dream, and the dream clone's 10% ability has been 90% useless. He is about to be knocked down by black insects before his eyes, and he will also end up with holes all over his body.
Fortunately, Jiang Li was still standing behind the clone, so naturally he couldn't let himself suffer.
With a slight movement in his mind, a giant white flaming snake followed the silk thread hanging from Jiang Li's dream and landed on the stretch of dream bead net.
The long tail of the Holy Spirit Fire Snake swiped, and the dream spider web was burned out immediately when it was touched by the tail composed of white flames.
The big snake flicked its tail a few times and crossed dozens of dream spider webs. It separated the area invaded by the black bugs from the larger spider web.
These bugs are more terrifying than the plague, so the first thing to do is to isolate them.
The stable connection thread was broken, and those black bugs lost the way to corrode more souls. They turned around and rushed towards the Holy Spirit Serpent, the culprit.
The jet-black insects shot at the fire snake at extremely fast speeds like sharp arrows, biting on it one by one, trying desperately to get inside.
The Holy Spirit Snake was blinded. After he fell into Jiang Li's hands and was refined into a fire spirit with ghost lamps and cold flames, the ghosts would become extremely vigilant even if they didn't run away when they saw it.
This is the first time I have seen such a brave or stupid ghost.
No wonder any living being is afraid of death.
The time spent in the city of Fusi is not bearable, and the days after Yangshou is exhausted will be even more miserable. These ghosts have tortured them to the point where they have lost even the most basic sense of reason.
After receiving these nutrients that had thrown themselves into the trap, the white flames rose up, and the snake's body, which was already quite large, suddenly grew three feet taller.
The eyes of the Holy Spirit Serpent are shining brightly.
I have to say that the quality of these ghosts is really good. It is difficult to find so many high-quality ghosts elsewhere.
The last time I had such a rich meal was when I swallowed the entire heart of the Nine Nether Trees in the Underwater Cemetery.
Unfortunately, not all the black bugs attracted to him were there.
There are also quite a few bugs that have bitten through the cocoons and penetrated into the souls of dozens of vines.
Soon those fragile souls turned into streaks of white light and were recovered by the City of Wasted Death.
Only the protected wisteria demon stone climber has a life left.
Controlling the re-stabilized Wisteria Demon, it was able to sense the outside world a little.
Above the doll world, the huge palm protruding from the ground still did not stop attacking.
After being blown up by grandma again, it simply turned into countless ghosts, chasing after Grandma Mingshan.
Grandma Mingshan, who was not in very good condition to begin with, suffered a lot from constant collisions.
But in this case, she still held on to the withered vine in her hand and refused to give up.
It seems that she really needs the ghost lamp and the cold flame.
While Mingshan's "Grandma" was fighting against the black hand below with all her strength, Jiang Li controlled the ends of the vines and quietly reached into the opponent's sleeves.
He pulled out a wooden sign that the opponent had hidden in his sleeve.
At the same time, in a secret room somewhere in the City of Death, several monks on duty suddenly raised their heads and looked at a flashing tablet.
That ranking was full of cracks, and the name written on it was, Lord of the Polar Castle, Bai Wuwei!
"Bai Wuwei is dead, but someone took his death card and returned to the City of Fushun!"
The news was quickly conveyed, although at this time their main force left and they were short of manpower.
However, three Earth Immortals still rose into the air, immediately locked their target, and rushed towards the cross-dressing boss who was making a fuss above Doll Street.
"Who are you! Why is Bai Wuwei's death card on your body?"
"You were the one who robbed our things!"
"Hurry up and hand over your things, otherwise you will be driven out of your mind!"
The three unknown immortals were furious when they saw "Grandma" Mingshan ignored them at all.
Without further ado, they worked together to attack the opponent.
The three earthly immortals work together and must be taken seriously even in the heyday of "Grandma" Mingshan.
Not to mention, it was first eroded by the sea of resentful clouds above the City of Fushun, and just now it was burrowed into the body by dozens of ghost-eating worms.
Since her condition has seriously declined, she is already in a hurry to deal with the ghost-hand worms that are constantly emerging from the ground.
Now, they were suddenly attacked by three Earth Immortals, and the pressure increased dramatically.
Under such a pincer attack, Mingshan's "Grandma" was inevitably distracted, and the strength in her hands unconsciously weakened.
Jiang Li's body was watching the battle closely from a distance.
It's now!
Seizing the moment when Mingshan's grandma was under the greatest pressure, the purple vine demon twisted violently and actively broke her own body.
By giving up half of his body, he finally broke free from the restraints and plunged headlong into the surging mass of ghost-eating worms below.
Grandma Mingshan, who was under siege, had no strength left. She could only look at the half of the vines and plunge into the worms as if committing suicide.
The vines that did not resist were quickly pulled underground.
Countless worms transformed from ghosts desperately wormed their way into his body.
The dead vines, already riddled with holes, are like highways welcoming these worms.
And when the worms got into the sea of consciousness of the withered vine, what was waiting for them in front was an extremely excited flaming snake spitting out a snake message.
The worms that didn't know fear kept pounced on, making the flames on the Holy Spirit Serpent brighter and more powerful.
Under this city, there are countless worms transformed from ghosts, and maybe his ghost lantern, Leng Yan, can evolve again.
In this way, there is no need to worry about the dream clone for the time being.
In the distance, Grandma Mingshan finally couldn't hold on any longer. After a few more severe blows, she simply tore off one of her arms.
Using a technique similar to that of a straw man, he replaced himself with his arm and threw it to the ghost-eating worms below to transfer the target. Then he turned into a stream of light and flashed into a corner of the city, quickly disappearing.
Without the assistance of the massive worms below the City of Death, the three Earth Immortals would not be able to keep that "grandma".
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After watching the excitement, the other monks dispersed and went to do their own things.
Jiang Li, however, stood still and did not move. After waiting for a long time, there were waves of slight crawling sounds coming from around him.
They are the descendants of the wisteria that fled in all directions.
Although without the main body of Shipan, they currently cannot exert much power. But Jiang Li had already obtained the seeds of Shipan before.
It is not difficult to re-cultivate a large demon-level vine with his ability. Or the Jiuyoumu clone can be used to simulate the characteristics of the purple vine demon. With the blessing of these small vines, it will be another earthly immortal level warrior.
force.
As for Grandma Mingshan, Jiang Li has nothing to do with her.
Relying on a death card, the people on the Blood King's side may have thought that the body of the Polar Patron King was obtained by Grandma Mingshan.
Next, we can just put "Grandma" in the light to attract firepower, and let him in the dark to see if we can find some loopholes on the Blood Prince's side.
But before that, let’s find some of our seniors from Dazhong Mountain first.
Jiang Li and Qian Shui, following a dull and obscene young man, began to wander around this huge city.
Zhang Bobo's remnant soul is obviously not functioning well anymore.
He would often stop suddenly in the middle of the road while walking. After stopping for a while, he would suddenly remember something and continue walking forward.
The route was also irregular, sometimes turning left and sometimes right, and often returning to the same path.
If Jiang Li hadn't been pretty good at spiritual training and had enough patience, he would have slapped this guy to death long ago.
It took them a lot of time to stop and go, but they finally stopped in front of four adjacent attics.
"division.."
Zhang Bobo opened his mouth and said one word before Jiang Li raised his hand and put him back into the coffin.
Although with his status, he can barely clean up the family in Shushan.
But since the other party didn't know that Zhang Bobo was dead, Jiang Li thought there was no need to tell him about it.
It is not a cost-effective thing to create a rift between him and Pei Zhong Jianshou for the sake of a person with evil intentions.
The worst case scenario is to give Zhang Bobo a bowl of Meng Po soup and let him start a new life.
The four lofts in front of him didn't look special on the surface, but in one of them, he felt a hidden sword intention of Chongxiao.
How could Jiang Li, who had collided with him head-on, fail to recognize the Wuya Sword Intent!
"Finally found!"
He took out a broken sword from the coffin. The broken sword suddenly trembled, echoing the sword intent in the attic in front of him.
"Brother Pei Zhong, what happened? Why did you suddenly activate your sword power?"
Before Wuya Sword Head came out, the other three families next to him had already keenly felt the change in the sword's intention and pushed the door open one after another.
Then, they saw the two teenagers standing at their door.
"Jiang Li!?"
"Child! Why are you here!"
When they saw Jiang Li, they all showed surprise.
Especially the regretful and distressed look on the face of the nine-year-old master of the Sutra Valley, the previous one, could not be concealed.
After they came back that night, the most talked about topic among the four of them was Jiang Li. They all believed that Jiang Li would be the hope of the new generation.
Pei Zhong, the swordsman, also gave personal guidance and taught Jiang Li the sword skill that can split the field with one move.
But this talented junior whom they had met not long ago died tragically in a few months and appeared in front of them.
No one can accept such a roller coaster of emotions.
"What force took action against Dazhongshan? What is the situation in the Chongshan Alliance now?"
"Those guys from Shenshan Kenyi are really useless, how can I let a junior like you stand in front!"
"It's a pity that even if there is no good place to go after death, we still come to the City of Wasted Death! This is not a good place!"
"This young master practices Heshou Zen? Is he a disciple of Cihang Temple?"
Several seniors saw how satisfied Jiang Li was before, but now they feel regretful.
There were sighs and sighs surrounding Jiang Li.
The other dead people living around heard the movement and looked over to check.
After discovering that the most embarrassing white-haired person greeted the black-haired person, they all understood each other and didn't bother him.
Some of them are also monks from Dazhong Mountain. However, they have never met Jiang Li, so they don't know him.
"Valley Master, seniors, my situation is a bit complicated, there are many people outside, so let's go in and talk."
Jiang Li waved his hand to reassure them.
Everyone walked into the small building where Pei Zhongjian was head.
After activating the formation and sealing the house to prevent outside prying eyes, Jiang Li finally took off his disguise.
Immediately the lively disguise faded away, revealing his dead and gray body.
But this body has no wounds from top to bottom.
The four previous leaders of Dazhong Mountain were all people with outstanding eyesight, and they quickly noticed the abnormality in him.
At least Jiang Li hasn't been controlled by the false resurrection like that of the city that was killed in vain.
"This disciple did not die at the hands of others, but came here on his own initiative!"
"I am not completely dead, there is still a way to be resurrected."
"This matter is related to a mountain in the underworld..."
He picked up the important ones and told the four of them about Beiyin Mountain and his trip.
Only then did they reluctantly believe that this disciple could still be resurrected.
"There are still such strange mountains in the world, which separate yin and yang and reverse life and death. That's all. As long as you can still live, it's good that you can still live."
"You have worked so hard and taken such risks to come here. Is there something that we old guys need to do?"
"As you said, if you have anything to do, leave it to us. It's not a good place to stay for a long time."
They were still worried about Jiang Li's safety and wanted him to leave as soon as possible.
"Disciples do have something to discuss."
"First of all, I would like to invite four seniors to come out again."
Jiang Li patted Qian Shui on the shoulder next to him.
He has tried several times, but he has been unable to defeat the city's walls on a large scale.
But Buddhism is good at "saving" people. Occasionally, Qiu Shui still has the honor to save a dozen or twenty predestined people.
"Secondly, seniors, do you know what the Blood Prince did in the City of Wasted Death?"
Jiang Li, in addition to practicing Jiuyou Taoist scriptures and looking for traces of the mother plant of Jiuyou tree.
Indeed, there are these two items incidentally.
Take these seniors away and put them in charge of the Chongshan Alliance. Then find out the information about the Blood Prince.
You must know that he still has the corpse of the last nine kings in his hands. Maybe he can also get a share of this accident?
Jiang Li asked about Lord Blood, and the expressions of the four seniors became solemn again.
The things that the Blood Prince did recently in the City of Wasted Death are no less minor than those in the Eastern Immortal Cultivation World.
Just the fact that the Blood Prince can lead people out of the City of Death is enough to make people crazy.
With this method, the prince won over a large number of strong men who died in vain.
I have invited them to join me several times.
Therefore, they also have a certain understanding of the Blood Prince.
"Boy Jiang Li, do you know about the Yinsi City God?"
"Back then, the Immortal Cultivating Dynasty was said to have obtained a valuable treasure from the underworld, which enabled it to establish the underworld system and recruit monks from the Eastern Region."
"Legend has it that it was an artifact from the past, and it is naturally a heaven-level magic weapon that remains today!"
"But after the collapse of the Immortal Cultivating Dynasty, no one found that thing."
"Because of that important treasure, the immortal cultivators in the Eastern Region at that time were suspicious of each other and conquered each other. It was not until the establishment of the Temple of God that things got much better."
"But just a few hundred years ago, I learned that the treasure did not fall into the hands of anyone in the Si Temple. Instead, it was brought to the underworld by the Blood Prince!"
"He also relied on that treasure to master some of the power of this city of futile death!"
It turned out to be with the help of the power of the underworld.
No wonder the City of Wasted Death can collect the souls of Wasted Death from all over the Eastern Region, and the Blood Prince's power can attack all the major forces without warning.
What they rely on are the ruins of the City God all over the world!