"Of course, silver and gold are hard currencies here and can be used wherever you go," Hong Ling joked.
Nodding, Zhuang Wuming said, "Go to sleep, I'm going to practice."
As he spoke, he slowly stood in the corner of the room, his eyes slightly closed, and his body assumed an environmentally friendly posture. The inner and outer energy circulated in his body, making a faint roar.
When Hongling heard this, his expression changed, "Hubao Leiyin, this guy has reached the state of unifying the inside and outside?"
"How long has it been?" Hong Ling's eyes showed a trace of solemnity.
Zhuang Wuming's progress is truly astonishing. Although she has now completed her own field, in terms of combat power, she has even reached the peak of destruction level.
But it took her several years to accumulate this. Zhuang Wuming had just entered the dream world, and his single-round boxing skills were actually surpassing hers.
This was very scary, and there was a trace of thought in his eyes, "This guy's talent is really amazing, it seems very unusual."
"I don't know how far he can grow. Now the Ming family is really in big trouble."
In the dead of night, a crescent moon sheds countless silver rays in the sky.
A black wind came from a distance, and countless ghost shadows enveloped him, making it look like a hundred ghosts walking at night.
The shadow's eyes flashed with black light, constantly scanning the ground, as if looking for something.
Soon his eyes lit up with a hint of joy.
"This is it. There are hundreds of people, and the sacrificial and refining magic tools should be enough."
Hula la
Black wind rolled down, and a cold air enveloped the village.
Zhuang Wuming, who was practicing, raised his eyebrows. The coldness stimulated him and made him wake up from practicing boxing.
The magic sense was turned on, and a figure in the sky was sensed, landing rapidly.
Zhuang Wuming noticed that Hongling also sat up from the bed, his eyes narrowed, and there was a faint flicker of light.
"He is an evil cultivator who practices ghost energy. I suggest you take action."
Hong Ling looked at Zhuang Wuming seriously and said.
"Why?"
"You'd better get familiar with the fighting methods of practitioners in the immortal and demon space."
"For them, attributes are just the most basic things, and the real combat power is the inheritance of their cultivation."
"They have a special energy system that can trigger various powerful attacks."
"This ghost monk's cultivation level is very low, which is suitable for you to practice slowly."
Zhuang Wuming nodded when he heard this, "You can try it."
He took one step forward and disappeared into the shadows.
Standing in the open space in the center of the village, Kidao looked at Zhuang Wuming who suddenly appeared with a surprised expression.
Then a look of joy appeared on his face, "What a powerful blood energy, and it is just the right one to be the main soul on my soul refining flag. What a good luck."
There was a greedy glint in his eyes, which made Zhuang Wuming frown.
Scanning his eyes, he could see everything about this ghost monk.
Seeing his attributes, Zhuang Wuming shook his head secretly. Apart from inherited spells and a magic weapon, there was nothing he could use.
The only difference is the attribute of Ghost Dao Qi, which he does not have.
"It seems that this is the special thing about inherited skills."
Du Lingzi looked at Zhuang Wuming, his eyes glowed with black light, and a soul-stirring fluctuation passed through his eyes towards Zhuang Wuming.
The voice was full of temptation, "Come here, come here, give up resistance and become my slave."
A series of mental shocks resounded in his mind, making his will seem to be intoxicated by the strange fluctuations in his eyes.
But Zhuang Wuming's unyielding obsession was activated instantly, blocking this wave of fluctuations, and he looked at the poisonous spirit child in front of him with clear eyes.
He shook his head and said, "Your spells are not good enough yet. Change them to others, otherwise you will have to die here."
Du Lingzi's expression changed drastically when he saw that Zhuang Wuming actually ignored his soul-catching eye technique.
He relied on this method to convince countless opponents to get to where he is today, but now it doesn't work.
A sense of crisis arose in his heart, and with a cold snort, a soul-calling flag with white bones as its pole and a gloomy shroud as its flag appeared in his hand.
There are many ghosts on the soul-calling flag, and one of the ghost kings opens his teeth and claws, holds a big knife, and suppresses the group of ghosts at his feet.
Smiling sneerly, Du Lingzi snorted, "I don't know whether to live or die, look at my soul-calling flag."
As soon as the voice fell, the soul-calling flag flickered, and ghostly figures walked out of it, turning into dark wind and rushing towards Zhuang Wuming.
At a glance, there are hundreds of ghosts. Except one of them is a killing elite, the others are sinful.
However, an extremely cold Yin Qi covered the whole place, making Zhuang Wuming feel cold. The ground froze instantly under this Yin Qi.
Zhuang Wuming had a white frost all over his body, but his internal and external energy was working, and infinite heat rose from his body, destroying all the oncoming frost.
Seeing the terrifying heat radiating from Zhuang Wuming's body, Du Lingzi took a breath. He had never seen a person who could resist the invasion of the frozen Yin energy of the Soul Calling Banner just by relying on the surge of blood.
Although he couldn't feel any energy fluctuations in Zhuang Wuming's body, he no longer dared to be careless at all.
"Gather up a formation and kill me. I don't believe you can persist."
With a thought, the ghost king among the hundreds of ghosts let out a long roar, a strange and silent roar that only the ghosts could hear.
In an instant, sand and rocks flew, and hundreds of ghostly shadows surrounded Zhuang Wuming.
Their powers seemed to be connected in series at this moment, forming a huge suction force at the same time.
Countless yin energy from all around the sky rushed toward the formation, and the concentration of yin energy increased tenfold out of thin air.
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He breathed out lightly, and the water vapor turned into pure white.
A hint of cold invaded, and Zhuang Wuming felt uncomfortable.
At this time, a clear voice came, "Wow, I told you to be careful, you've been hit now."
Hong Ling, dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, stood in the distance at some point.
She looked like she was watching the excitement, and her beautiful face immediately made Du Lingzi, who was staring at Zhuang Wuming, stare straight in the eyes.
Looking at the enchanting Hong Ling, a fire rose from the bottom of my heart, and I wanted to press her down and ravage her.
Seeing the other person's gaze on Zhuang Wuming, a fire of jealousy suddenly burned.
"It turns out that I have a beautiful woman by my side. What a blessing."
"I, the Poison Spirit Son, have never enjoyed this kind of beauty. I will kill her first, then snatch her back, turn her into a beautiful ghost, and accompany her day and night. It will be really happy."