After recording the two exercises, the notebook was naturally useless. He raised his hand and threw it back into Duan Yu's hand. Then he walked away, leaving Duan Yu alone in the stone room to find an exit.
One of the purposes of coming to the underworld has been fulfilled. All that is left is to complete the mission.
The Wuliang Sword Sect is fighting with the Shennong Gang, and there are a lot of dead warrior souls waiting for Xue Wusuan to collect. It shouldn't be difficult to gather ten to complete the mission.
Let the four ghosts carry him back to the cliff. Rong Ziju continued to lead the way, and soon he saw puffs of yellow smoke rising from the forest in the distance.
When I walked over, I saw several people cooking something around a big pot. The smell was pungent.
"Hey, what are you cooking? It smells so bad!"
Xue Wusuan's voice startled those people. They turned around and saw a scholar waving a folding fan.
"The Shen Nong Gang is doing something, if you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Among the few minions, Xue Wusuan didn't lose his temper. He shook his fan and continued to walk forward. He was thinking about how much internal energy these people could provide him.
"Hey! There was just a fool who was not afraid of death, and now there's another one. What a ghost!" After saying that, he stretched out his hand to grab Xue Wusuan's shoulder, trying to capture him.
Xue Wusuan knew that the person the other party said "just left a fool" should be Duan Yu. He smiled as the other party's hand grabbed his shoulder, and silently performed the "Beiming Divine Art".
"Pah!" He grabbed it with one claw.
"Boy, I can't believe grandpa doesn't teach you a lesson, you, you!" As he spoke, his voice began to tremble, and his whole body was shaking like a convulsion. His face turned pale in just a few breaths.
"Hey! What a thief! How dare you make a plot!"
The other people were furious when they saw this, thinking that Xue Wusuan had done something behind the scenes, so they all stepped forward to help, trying to fight off Xue Wusuan. The result can be imagined.
There were six people in total, some were connected to Xue Wusuan's body, some were transmitted to each other, and in the end they were all absorbed by Xue Wusuan's "Beiming Divine Art".
Feeling the surging power coming from the outside into his body, Xue Wusuan was in a good mood. After a moment, he shook his whole body and shook away the six unlucky guys who had fainted.
"Hehe, this is internal strength? It feels very powerful!" He raised his hand and slapped it on a large rock on the side, causing stone chips to fly.
"That's right! That's right! With only ten years of internal strength cultivation, I can break stones with my bare hands. If I were stronger and had a specialized palm technique to coordinate with it, it would probably be even more powerful."
Ignoring the fainting people, Xue Wusuan continued to walk forward. He didn't mind whether they were from the Shennong Gang or the Wuliang Sword Sect. As long as they were touched by him, he would suck them all clean, and his internal energy would surge to thirty.
Year.
Further up, you see more corpses. The confused souls of the dead are hanging in the air. In less than a day, they will be scattered and return to the origin of the world.
The reincarnation passage is only at the second level, and the number of reincarnated souls every day is only 10,000. It is far less than the number of creatures that die every day in this world. Unless you are very lucky, you can only eliminate them.
There are four ghosts as a real-life example. Xue Wusuan collected the ghosts smoothly. When he arrived at the station of the Wuliang Sword Sect, the system already reminded him that the progress of the mission was 80%.
More people died in the garrison. Most of them were members of the Shennong Gang. However, the Wuliang Sword Sect was already at the end of its strength. After all, the Shennong Gang came prepared and used poison. Even if the Wuliang Sword Sect showed off for a while, they could not resist.
Don't go there.
Entering the main hall, I saw a dozen people fighting to the death. The room was filled with yellow poisonous mist. The Shennong Gang members covered their mouths and noses and killed brilliantly. But the Wuliang Sword Sect members all had blue faces and were risking their lives.
I want to rush out of the hall. The poisonous fog here is too sinister.
Xue Wusuan opened the door and came in, startling everyone in the hall.
The Shennong Gang was anxious, because as soon as the door was opened, the poisonous mist inside would dissipate, and they would not be able to deal with the Wuliang Sword Sect with their martial arts alone. The Wuliang Sword Sect was overjoyed, and saw it as an opportunity for them to escape.
People from both sides rushed towards the gate. Seeing this, Xue Wusuan was overjoyed. He secretly thought that this would save him a lot of trouble.
The weapons at close range were knocked away by Xue Wusuan's internal force, and then relying on the reaction speed of the Yama body, he stretched out his hand and put it on the opponent's arm. Then he lifted the opponent's entire body, treating the person as a stick, and smashed everyone he saw. After a while, Shennong
The five people in the gang, and the two from the Wuliang Sword Sect were strung together and fell to the ground by the suction force of "Beiming Divine Art". The inner energy in their bodies was sucked clean by Xue Wusuan.
"Huh!" Xue Wusuan exhaled a breath of turbid air. At this time, he felt that his whole body was filled with strength, and the internal energy in his body was surging and almost overflowing. He knew that he had eaten too much and had not had time to digest it.
"Who are you? Why are you an enemy of my Infinite Sword Sect!"
"What do you mean by that? Our Shennong Gang has never provoked you, have we?"
People on both sides were heartbroken. The man in front of him with disheveled hair and waving a folding fan was too terrifying! His internal strength was unbelievably deep, and his methods were weird. He didn't know what method he used to destroy the internal strength of more than a dozen people. His methods were extremely cruel.
Xue Wusuan waved his hand. He was too overwhelmed to speak. He just looked left and right, selected two undecided souls hanging in mid-air, and then asked the Eight Ghosts behind him to "persuade them to surrender."
The eight ghosts' method of persuading them to surrender is the same. They go up and beat you, and then ask you if you accept. If you don't agree, they will beat you again. As non-staff members of the underworld, their souls are solidified, and they are far beyond the ability of these dead souls who are about to be eliminated. Plus
With the four soul-beating whips in hand, it was simply crushing. After a while, the two new dead souls cried and knelt down in front of Xue Wusuan, kowtowing and begging Xue Wusuan to accept them.
Xue Wusuan was thinking about his earth-embedded house, Yama Palace, and how could he still think about staying in the earthly world. With a thought in his mind, he asked the system to send him back to the underworld.
The people in the main hall looked at each other with bloodless faces. They couldn't believe that someone could disappear into thin air right in front of their eyes!
"What a great harvest! What a great harvest!"
Xue Wusuan roared loudly in the sky, causing the underworld to shake. It made the ten ghosts behind him tremble with fear. I wonder why Master Yan Jun laughed so horribly. The sound alone made them feel like they were about to be shaken away.
"Not only did I obtain the "Beiming Divine Art" and "Lingbo Weibu", but I also absorbed sixty years of internal energy. I also completed the task outside. Hahaha! I am indeed as capable as ever!"
"System, help me upgrade "Beiming Divine Art" and "Lingbo Weibu" to full level first!"
"Beep! The host has successfully practiced the "Bei Ming Divine Art" and deducted 80 dead soul points. The host has successfully practiced "Lingbo Weibu" and deducted 90 dead soul points. A total of 170 dead soul points have been deducted, leaving 9831 dead soul points."
At this time, Xue Wusuan only felt a heat in his body, and then two messages of perfect martial arts appeared in his mind. The cyclone in the Dantian in his body also rotated more than ten times faster. In a few breaths, the internal force absorbed
All of it was refined into Beiming Zhenqi. The dregs were removed, making the internal energy more than twice as pure.
"After refining, I only have 30 years of inner strength, but I feel that my power seems to be stronger. Good! It is indeed the second level of peak martial arts, it is really amazing!"
"System, I want to upgrade the Yama Palace! Now! Immediately!"
"Beep! Upgrade the Yama Palace from level zero to level one, consuming 1,000 dead soul points! The remaining dead soul points are 8,831!"
After feeling a vibration on the ground, the poor three-meter-high adobe house in front of me has completely changed its appearance. The area has been expanded more than ten times, and the overall shape is majestic. In addition, there is a black door that is more than three meters high, and the door
The sinister words "Wudao Yama Hall" on it really have some breathtaking momentum.