As the Fire-Xia Bao Fan danced gently in the air, a fiery glow suddenly appeared in the sky. It flew in the direction of the ghosts at the speed of light, leaving a long flame in the sky.
On Xiao Bai's side, after many rounds, the Eight Directions Demonic Halberd collided with the spiritual sword in Remnant Soul's hand, and the sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang" echoed in the hall.
The remnant soul gradually became exhausted. He turned around and wanted to escape. He poured the few spiritual energy into the sharp spiritual sword and pierced the surrounding barrier. There was a look of luck in his eyes.
"When my true form comes out, I will conquer all your demonic realms!"
Xiaobai quickly gathered his spiritual energy to block the broken barrier, but the fight just now also consumed a lot of his spiritual energy. Although he was very fast, the remaining soul was still able to separate half of his body.
The remnant soul was about to cut off his lower body and throw away his soldiers to save the car. He held the spiritual sword in his hand and stabbed his lower body fiercely. Although no blood flowed out, the remnant soul's face was already twisted in extreme pain.
Suddenly, Xiao Bai felt that the air temperature seemed to be rising, just like the sun rising, and the eighteenth floor of the underworld seemed to be much brighter.
Before Xiao Bai could think more, a powerful air flow flew towards him carrying a fiery glow. This air flow was so powerful that even Xiao Bai couldn't stand firm.
The next second, the air flow brought the clouds directly into Remnant Soul, surrounding him, and instantly turned into a huge fireball.
Xiaobai was immediately confused. Could it be that some peerless power came to help? Could it be that there is a special opportunity between us?
Xiaobai stared blankly at the increasingly intense fireball, and suddenly his master's voice came to his ears, "Xiaobai, take out the bone marrow of that separated soul. Your junior brother Xiaoshan needs it."
Ye Kong's voice frightened Xiaobai. He looked around, but there was no other sound except the "pop-pop" sound of the fireball burning.
This...peerless power can't be the master, right? Hasn't he been refining his energy for thousands of years?
But taking a step back, everyone has their own secrets. If the master can give him a magical weapon like the Bafang Magic Halberd, how can a waste of Qi refining get it?
Xiaobai secretly made up his mind in his heart. After returning to Xiaoyao Peak, he must carefully collect the master's secrets to find out who he really is.
At that moment, Xiaobai's spiritual power flashed in his hand, he flicked it in front of his eyes, held the Bafang Magic Halberd, stabbed it into the fireball, picked it up, and took out a long bone marrow, which was all white and looked very elastic.
Because the split soul has not yet formed, there is no blood in the body, and the bone marrow does not look that strong, but it is better than nothing.
Xiaobai immediately changed back to his teenage appearance and put the bone marrow into the storage ring.
There was no more "cracking" sound from the blazing fireball. It seemed that the separated soul had been burned to ashes.
Xiaobai removed the barrier and looked around. The sounds of murder and shouting could still be heard, and a ray of light flashed in Xiaobai's eyes.
With the thousands of years of accumulation of this ghost clan, there must be a lot of natural treasures, spiritual stones and gold in the palace, which are exactly what the Xinghe Sect needs to rebuild. Thinking of this, Xiaobai simply felt that he was a genius and he should make the best use of them.
So he walked through every palace with the fireball, first collecting all kinds of heavenly materials, earthly treasures, spiritual stones and gold, and then a flame fell, and the ghost clan and the palace soon turned into ashes.
The fire of this fire-shaped fan cannot be extinguished by the wind, nor can it be extinguished unless it wants to be extinguished.
In a short time, Xiaobai had already filled two storage rings. He scanned them with his spiritual consciousness and was quite satisfied with the treasures inside. At this moment, he was full of energy, whistling, and went to find Wang Xuan and Ji Changsheng.
Although the leader of the ghost clan is dead, there are still leaders of multiple branches below, and they all have different opinions and insist on their own opinions.
Those who believe that fighting in the immortal world is better to fight with all their strength than to die anyway.
Some branch leaders advocated keeping the green hills alive so that they would not have to worry about running out of firewood. It would be better to live than die. They would surrender to the fairy world and become slaves, but they would still have a chance to turn over.
Before Wang Xuan and Ji Changsheng took action, chaos arose within the ghost clan, and they took action first, so they had to watch the battle on the sidelines, and waited until they had finished "discussing" before taking action.
Only the leaders of the three branches advocated a vigorous fight. They were the three oldest old men in the entire ghost clan and had stayed in the ghost clan the longest.
Over such a long period of time, they witnessed the ghost clan's fall, redevelopment, and a little bit of rising starlight, but this starlight quickly extinguished with the arrival of Xiaobai and the others.
They kidnapped the troublemaking women in the harem, scolded them for causing trouble, and beheaded them in public.
Then, the three old men tried to stand on a higher step, fluttering their wings and shouting to encourage everyone, "Our ghost race has been multiplying for thousands of years, and now is the time of life and death. We cannot..."
Before he finished speaking, a sharp sword flew up the steps and pierced the body of one of the old men from behind. The old man was as weak as his tattered clothes. He fell down the steps and died immediately.
The ghost tribe suddenly became noisy. The tribe of the dead old man was obviously very angry and wanted to kill the perpetrator for revenge.
So there was a melee between each other, "铿 锵" and "crackling" all kinds of ghosts flashed, and various weapons were handed over and collided. Wang Xuan only felt buzzing in their ears, the shadow in front of them was shaking, and they were fortunate to be closed.
Rest your eyes for a while.
I don't know how much time passed, but the buzzing in their ears gradually weakened. Wang Xuan and the others slowly opened their eyes. The number of people who had just been roaring in front of them was now less than half.
Several branch leaders were killed in the melee, and the remaining people could only be forced to fight, either dead or injured.
A branch leader who broke out of the melee stood on the high platform, stretched out his hand like a dead branch, and made a "stop" gesture.
Then, he walked up to Xiaobai, Wang Xuan, and Ji Changsheng, "We are willing to surrender to the immortal world, and we also ask the three immortals to give us a way to survive!"
Xiaobai glanced at the fireball in his hand and thought about what use this ghost clan was for? It was a waste of resources in this world.
Wang Xuan and Ji Changsheng both set their sights on Xiaobai, naturally meaning to let Xiaobai make the decision.
Xiao Bai's eyes darkened slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes showed an undoubted look of a strong man.
"The ghost tribe has since been demoted as slaves to the fairy world. They are temporarily responsible for cleaning up the filthy things underground. They must offer at least ten spiritual weapons and fifty thousand spirit stones to the fairy world every year. Otherwise, your punishment will only depend on your mood."
After speaking, Xiaobai pointed to the fireball in his hand, and then pointed to the palace in the distance that was burned to ashes.
The branch leader and the ghost clan members were so frightened that they fell to the ground, trembling, and their previously exposed heads unconsciously tried to burrow into the black robes.
What a fool, Xiaobai couldn't help but spit.
The leader of the branch trembled, suppressing the extreme fear, "Yes...yes...the ghost clan will do its best to serve the fairy world and never dare to cause trouble again!"
After saying this, his empty black robe was now wet with sweat and stuck to his skinny body frame.
Xiaobai blew out the fireball and sighed softly. Thinking about it, he was still a lot more merciful. If he had been the Demon Emperor before, there would have been no room for discussion and he would have simply swept through the entire army.