At this time, in the dark Soul Flag Cave, the little ghost head had already aimed at the dark mist in the center, his eyes showing hunger and thirst as if he had seen delicacies from the mountains and seas.
Several untamed souls saw the little ghost head and were trembling as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
But the newly born little ghost head seems to be a little unstable, and its shape is erratic, changing from real to virtual.
It opened its mouth, and a scarlet letter circled around it, dragging these dead souls into its mouth full of fine fangs, chewing them a few times like spicy strips, and swallowed them.
Then, he opened his mouth again and spit out three dead souls. The three dead souls began to spin around it as if they had been tamed.
It opened its mouth again and spit out all the remaining tamed dead souls, and its body shape transformed into an illusion again.
As a result, it sucked a domesticated dead soul into its mouth, and the unstable state became stable. Then it transformed into an illusion, and it swallowed the dead soul again.
This continued for several times, and its form returned to the solid form, no longer imaginary. It was obviously done.
At this stage, it is all the little ghost head's own behavior without any external intervention. At this point, he has truly condensed into the new ghost king!
Opposite the new ghost king, the ghostly mist rolled endlessly, as if declaring that it was the owner of the flag.
It's like a stranger breaks into the house and tells the owner that all the servants and servants in the house, including the entire house, belong to him. How can the owner not be angry?
Netherworld Mist raised the fog bluffingly, but was very afraid of the new ghost king and did not dare to attack.
The new ghost king stared at the mist, with a mischievous look on his cheeks. He opened his mouth and sucked in the mist, just like a whale sucking water. The mist was swallowed by him.
A huge head covered with black hair, with wide canine teeth and a wide mouth, stood there alone, with all its anger gone, looking at the new ghost king in horror.
A cruel and narrow smile appeared on the still immature ghost face of the new ghost king. He suddenly opened his mouth, and the bloody mouth was more than ten times larger than his body, swallowing the huge head whole!
"Who destroyed my ghost king clone?" Suddenly a loud roar came from deep in the harem garden.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dead souls all over the sky were like opening a manhole cover and spewing out from the ground, covering the sky with darkness.
There are so many dead souls, probably tens of thousands, and the soul power they generate is even more horrifying!
"Father, an outsider broke in and took the child's soul flag!" The young man in black didn't want to alert his father, lest he be looked down upon. He couldn't even deal with a mortal.
When he heard that his father's ghost king clone had been destroyed, he felt reassured and asked for help.
"Hehe, I got it, I'd like to see who is so bold..." The voice just sounded, and the voice was still more than a hundred feet away from Yan Yun. When the words fell, his figure had clearly appeared twenty feet away from Yan Yun.
, it is that commoner man!
But when the man in cloth waved his sleeve, Yan Yun could no longer hold the bloody soul flag in his hand, and returned it directly to the man in black.
"Thank you, father!" The man in black got the soul flag, and without even thinking about it, he summoned the dead souls in the flag and chased after Yan Yun.
Yan Yun only felt that there were two irresistible mountains pressing down behind him. He was so anxious that he took out the soul flag from his breastplate that he had recognized with his own blood.
He didn't have time to check what changes had occurred after the little ghost head entered the soul flag, so he found a cloud of mist with his mind and quickly guided it to his feet.
With the blessing of the Netherworld Mist and the effect of the Speed Talisman, his figure suddenly became more than twice as fast!
"Hey, you want to run?" When the man in cloth saw Yan Yun take out the soul flag, he wanted to take the soul flag back as usual, but when he thought about it, he found that it had no connection with the flag in Yan Yun's hand.
The ghost spirit flags inside and outside the royal city were distributed by men in civilian clothes to the eunuchs in the palace. Each flag contained a trace of the ghost king's clone that he separated from his own spirit flag.
Once the common man takes back all the soul flags, it means that the dead souls absorbed by those holding the soul flags will belong to him, and his soul power will increase rapidly.
He is like a banker sitting in the bank, and all the eunuchs holding flags have become his tools without knowing it.
Now, the commoner man used the ghost king in his soul flag to summon the distraction but got no response, which means that the ghost king's distraction was destroyed by Yan Yun!
However, those who can destroy clones are usually immortal cultivators who have a certain understanding of the Nether Soul Flag. How could Yan Yun, an ordinary mortal without any magic power, do it?
Judging from Yan Yun's running speed, he must have been blessed by a talisman. This is not a secret in the world of immortality.
"Father, this man's soul flag has given birth to a new ghost king!" said the young man in black.
"What did you say?" The clothed man looked in disbelief.
The birth of a new ghost king was too difficult. He had spent decades trying to give birth to a new ghost king with the soul flag. Just when he was exhausted physically and mentally and almost collapsed and went crazy, he succeeded by chance in the midst of madness.
Yan Yun, just a mortal, how could he cause the Soul Flag to have a new owner?
"Keep him alive..." A rare smile appeared on the man's gloomy face.
"Hmm..." the young man in black responded. He refined the little ghost clothes in order to give birth to a little ghost, and then fed it step by step to become the new ghost king.
Of course, he saw that Xiao Guiyi and the dead souls merged to create Xiao Guitou, but the characteristics of those dead souls, age, male-to-female ratio, number, etc., would all affect the success of Xiao Guitou. He needed to analyze them all, and these
You need to use Yan Yun's mouth to spit out the secret!
He would never have imagined that Yan Yun did not know the data of the dead souls in his soul flag, and he knew nothing about the interaction between the little ghost head and several untamed dead souls after entering the soul flag.
If things were to happen again, it is still unknown whether Yan Yun's soul flag could produce a new ghost king.
But the man in civilian clothes and the young man in black, father and son, did not know these details. They saw the facts in front of them, and that was enough to make them crazy!
This is also the fundamental reason why they did not go all out and allowed Yan Yun to support him until now!
At this time, the snow on the ground was freezing rapidly and spreading rapidly behind Yan Yun.
Yan Yun felt a chill running down his spine, and found that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer, and his running speed also began to slow down.
In his eagerness, he silently recited the nine-character mantra, but it had no effect.
It's no wonder that he is not a monk, he has no power himself, and cannot exert the power of the mantra, and so many dead souls are controlled by monks, how can he, a mortal, compete with them?
Only then did he remember that it was no wonder that Taoist Priest Yuzhenzi of Xiao Zhongnan and his disciples regarded "don't fight if you can, fight if you can win, and run if you can't win." Everything related to immortal cultivators was ignored step by step.
Crisis and traps are everywhere. Only by being cautious and seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune can you survive.
From this point of view, his entry into the inner city to investigate was an extremely risky move and could lead to disaster!
At the critical moment, his heart suddenly crossed. While biting the tip of his tongue, he took out another talisman, wiped it on his mouth, and stuffed it into his breastplate.
In an instant, he felt as if his whole body was ignited by flames, and every pore inside and outside his skin was on fire. In the pain that felt like his body was being torn apart, a huge force suddenly grew.
He raised his arms and got rid of part of the soul power, and his running speed increased a little. But after just one breath, everything was back to normal. Every step of his running was extremely laborious!
Moreover, Yan Yun's body really couldn't bear the two talismans, and blood oozed from the pores of his skin!
Obviously, before such a powerful man as the common man, relying on such trivial skills as the blessing of talismans could not solve the urgent need!
what to do?
At this time, Yan Yun was in a panic and was already standing on a small bridge. Under the bridge was a large lake covering a large area. The surface of the lake had long been frozen and was bright.
At the critical moment, Yan Yun took a deep breath and suddenly fell down onto the lake. Relying on the powerful force generated by the giant talisman, he instantly punched a big hole in the ice and the person sank.
The water is ice cold!
Biting cold!
The lake water greatly eased the imprisoning force from the dead souls, making Yan Yun's body less heavy.
The cold lake water also cooled down Yan Yun, who had been imbued with two talismans and his internal organs were almost on fire, and his brain became extra clear as a result.
He didn't know the nature of water, but the life and death experience of escaping with Zoe gave him a rare experience.
He knew that he could not float up. Once he was exposed under the ice and discovered by those two people, he would undoubtedly be dead!
He also cannot sink to the bottom of the lake. Once he touches the bottom of the lake, it will bring up silt, which is equivalent to pointing the direction to the enemy, and he will have no way to escape!
He relied on the dual power of the Giant Power Talisman and the Speed Talisman, and assisted by the lightening effect of the Netherworld Mist, like a big fish lurking in the water, swimming quickly in an indistinguishable direction.
The young man in black stood on the ice and circled three times around the broken hole in the ice, but found nothing.
He calmed down briefly, and using his spiritual consciousness as a medium, he searched most of the lake, but still found nothing.
As for what is below the ice surface, his spiritual consciousness cannot explore it because the water medium is too dense.
"Didn't find it?" asked the commoner man. He was very aware of his son's achievements in spiritual consciousness.
"No, he probably drowned. Only dead people can hide under the ice and not show up." The young man in black said casually.
The clothed man frowned, let go of his consciousness, and searched the entire lake including the ice layer below, but found nothing.
If he wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to explore deeper underwater, he would have to break the entire ice layer, which he could do, but it would consume a lot of mana and a lot of time.
"Something weird..." the man in cloth murmured to himself, driving the dead souls to fly over the lake at low altitude, trying to find something, but he was disappointed.
Finally, the man in common clothes couldn't hold himself back any longer, and caused the dead soul to rise high, and then fall down as fast as an arrow!
Puff puff puff puff!
The solid ice shattered, and the lake was filled with broken ice and foam, like a shattered kaleidoscope.
The man in commoner's face turned pale and his figure swayed. Manipulating the dead soul's broken ice was not part of his job. Such laborious activities were not what the dead soul was good at, which consumed a huge amount of his mana and soul power.
"Father..." The young man in black called out when he saw this.
"It doesn't matter..." The clothed man waved his hands slightly, closed his eyes, and his consciousness spread out towards the lake like the autumn wind sweeping across the earth.
It was at this time that he saw Yan Yun emerging from the lake with his spiritual consciousness. After taking a breath, he quickly sank again.
"He's not dead, he's over there!" The man in civilian clothes pointed to the northeast!