The inspiration stones lit up one by one, and Jie Jie's weird laughter kept coming from behind the tomb door.
The strange laughter was very small at first, and was covered up by the cheers of poetry.
Then, the strange laughter became louder and louder, almost as loud as the laughter.
Later, that weird Jie Jie laughter almost covered up the cheers.
"There is a tough battle to be fought!" Duan De sighed in the gourd.
The entire tomb started to move, and the four unopened tomb chambers were shaking even more violently.
"Master, for the time being, I am relying on you, the Emperor Cauldron and the Emperor Jar!" Liu Jing lowered her voice and gently touched Tu Tianxihe's back with a branch, "If Master is exhausted, you will take his place."
Xihe said: "I understand."
Tu Tiandao: "I understand."
Ye Qingfeng smiled and held the sky-swallowing magic jar.
"Hahaha!" In the picture scrolls all over the sky, the remnant soul laughed loudly, "Come on, come on, everyone! I've been frustrated for so long, and it's fun to have a good fight, even if I die in the end!"
"Have fun!" Several residual souls stepped on the imitation Jiuli Tu and responded happily.
But at this moment, one of them broke.
In an instant, an extremely cold ghostly aura surged out like water bursting from a dike.
"kill!"
Endless evil spirit permeates the air.
In the solemn ghost aura, tens of thousands of Yin soldiers rode out on Yin horses, wearing Yin helmets, holding Yin spears, and appeared roaring.
"Kill!"
The literati who were surrounded by calligraphy and painting, and paper and pen as companions, came forward one after another with Jiuli Tu.
They were all hundreds of thousands of old souls, and for a while, it seemed that no one could do anything to anyone.
There are many Yin soldiers, and after death, they all turn into vicious evil spirits to guard the tomb.
Although the literati and poets used literature to understand Taoism in front of them, they were not good at fighting, but with the help of imitations of Jiuli Tu, they were not inferior.
The picture scroll was flying helplessly like snowflakes in the evil spirit.
The Yin soldiers do not know people or past events, they only know how to hunt those who are not of the same kind.
The remaining souls of men of letters are not afraid of death. They want to die happily and to relieve the grievances of hundreds of thousands of people.
What's more, they have already died once, so why are they afraid of dying again?
However, no matter whether they are Yin soldiers or literati, it is difficult to be truly "killed".
They are all hundreds of thousands of old monsters, and their souls can be reunited after their souls are scattered.
The two sides were fighting inextricably.
Jie Jie laughs strangely, and the ghost energy is surging, just like the underworld.
Ye Qingfeng's figure went into the sky-swallowing magic jar.
"Master, what are you going to do?!" Liu Jing was very worried.
There was an ancient battle outside, and both Xi and Tu Tian were frightened.
With their current cultivation levels, even if they could fight with the Imperial Arms, they would still have to be invaded by the cold Yin Qi.
Ye Qingfeng said: "Don't waste good things!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingfeng broke another fresh willow branch, then manipulated the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar and exited the Imperial Cauldron.
In the extremely cold ghost atmosphere, a clay jar suddenly appeared.
At first it was not a big deal, just like a stone suddenly appearing in a big river. It was nothing strange.
However, Ye Qingfeng thought about it, and the jar was placed on the ground just like an ordinary farm earth jar, with the mouth of the jar facing up.
Then, a green and fresh willow branch, exuding fresh and attractive vitality, was inserted into the mouth of the jar.
At first glance, it looks like a vase of flower arrangements, and it's quite poetic.
Liu Jing stared blankly at the willow branch and finally understood what her master meant.
"Can it still be done like this?" Liu Jing was amazed and admired her master's intelligence.
The Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar landed firmly on the ground, and the willow essence floated with the surging ghostly energy, exuding alluring vitality, just like a green banner to summon spirits.
Maybe it’s more effective than the Soul Summoning Banner!
Those who have lost their thinking and hunt only by instinct
The Yin soldiers, smelling the attractive vitality, couldn't wait to attack the willow branches ferociously.
And Ye Qingfeng was waiting in the sky-swallowing magic jar under the branches of the willow tree.
Once those brainless soldiers get close to the mouth of the jar, there is no way they can escape.
If those Yin soldiers were allowed to escape, the Imperial Jar would no longer be called the Imperial Jar.
Ye Qingfeng began to count in his mouth, like a fisherman who had collected the nets and was counting them.
"One Yin Soldier, two Yin Soldiers, three Yin Soldiers... seven to eighty ninety Yin Soldiers... seven hundred, eighty, nine hundred Yin Soldiers..."
In the end, Ye Qingfeng didn't even have time to say anything.
Because those Yin soldiers fell down in groups, nests after nests, and they were simply too numerous to count.
"Hahaha, great harvest! Great harvest!" Liu Jing danced in the gourd.
Its willow branches are really the best bait in this tomb.
"Hahaha, you can still operate like this and be so quick-witted!" Duan De Tutian also burst into laughter. He didn't expect to be able to deal with such a large number of menacing Yin soldiers so quickly and quickly.
Ye Qingfeng had a smile on his face.
Although the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar has not moved at all, it is following Ye Qingfeng's wishes, absorbing the approaching energy from the outside world while stripping away the original power contained in those Yin soldiers.
In this world, everything has its original power, but it is divided into more and less.
Generally speaking, in living things, the original power is more, and in dead things, the original power is close to the things.
And the original power contained in such ancient Yin soldiers is simply surprising.
Ye Qingfeng was very polite. He put his hands behind his back, opened the gray vortex all over his body, and kept swimming around in the sky-swallowing magic jar, absorbing the abundant original power.
For Ye Qingfeng, who has a bottomless pit physique, this is simply a gift from God.
Ye Qingfeng accepted those original powers one by one and helped her to reach the peak of the Four Extremes Realm. ap.
As for the remaining original power, she sealed as much as possible within the sea of suffering.
When the sun rises from this undersea tomb, with the help of the original power of those seals, a slight impact, and then a lightning strike, she can successfully enter the Dragon Transformation Realm!
Chaos physique has a great advantage!
That is, when you push towards the higher realm, you rarely encounter bottlenecks.
Therefore, as long as the resources are sufficient, the Chaos Body can be piled up to the Immortal Stage.
And there is still a lot of original power left in the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar.
A willow branch, like a banner of victory, is placed on the mouth of the magic jar.
Ye Qingfeng put away the whirlpool all over his body, and his eyes were as bright as stars.
Among these tens of thousands of Yin soldiers, there is a Yin soldier general who seems to have some intelligence left.
It sensed that the clay pot was dangerous, so it didn't get close.
However, the remnant soul of the literati is smarter than it, and there is an imitation of Jiulitu beside him, and they are working together to fight against the Yin soldiers general.
Ye Qingfeng collected most of the Yin soldiers, and the Yin energy in the entire tomb was reduced by more than half.
"You guys have a rest and let me come for a while." Ye Qingfeng's voice came out of the clay pot, and every word came out clearly.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The imitations of Jiulitu that were surrounded retreated one after another.
The Yin soldier general is rushing towards one of the imitations.
"call out!"
In the surging ghost energy, a gray clay pot came from the Yin soldier general like an arrow.