When the vision appeared, he would naturally have a chance.
However, it is very difficult to win the treasure among the heroes.
The inn at night was already deserted, and the store owners had all returned to Fengdu City.
The moonlight was shining, and in the empty inn, Zhuang Wuming sat there, feeling indescribably weird.
If an ordinary person appeared here, he would probably be scared to death.
At this time, outside Fengdu Ghost City, a black air suddenly rose from the Santu River.
This black energy covered the sky with fear, like a pillar in the sky.
Its appearance alarmed many people, and figures from all directions either flew from the sky, or escaped from the ground and headed towards it.
For a moment, the atmosphere was chaotic, and all kinds of masters appeared.
Zhuang Wuming showed a hint of joy in his eyes, stepped into the shadows, and shuttled towards the Santu River.
This river passes through Fengdu Ghost Town, so it is called Santu River.
The Santu River represents the underworld. This river is the water source for the residents of Fengdu Ghost City, and it is also the path for the ghosts in Fengdu City to pass through the underworld at night and come to the Yang world.
At this time, a black air rose here, and a huge palace phantom floated in the black air.
The situation on the Santu River is changing.
People from all walks of life arrived, and Zhuang Wuming was shocked when he came here.
At a glance, there are monks and ghosts everywhere, several of them at the level of destruction.
Under the magic sense, he felt that there were more than five people who were unfathomable and invincible, and more than a dozen people who could fight in a single battle.
If you look closely at these people, you will see that each of them has an extraordinary background.
Everyone has more or less magical weapons that block information.
He couldn't see their specific data, only their names could give him a glimpse.
Some of them were even followed by dozens of ghost soldiers and even sat in sedan chairs, showing great style.
Zhuang Wuming looked at it with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. It turned out that these people were the Mr. Yan Jun that the ghost said.
Squinting his eyes, he saw a person, a guy who had been searching for him in Fengdu City with evil intentions.
Zhuang Wuming was hiding in the shadows without showing his head. He was hundreds of meters away from the Santu River, so he had no worries about being discovered.
Everyone was silent, no one spoke, they just watched the phantom changes of black energy on the Santu River.
The illusionary palace rises and falls in the black air more and more clearly.
The next moment, hundreds of rays of light erupted from it and went in all directions.
It seems that these people have been prepared for it. As soon as the light appears, some people chase it.
boom
bang bang bang
Dangdangdang
There was a sound of collision, some people started fighting directly, and the two sides fought fiercely.
Zhuang Wuming's magic sense locked onto the place where a brilliance fell, and his figure flashed in front of the brilliance.
A crystal white bone token exudes a faint pale brilliance.
Holding the token in his hand, a sword light whizzed over and stabbed towards the back of Zhuang Wuming's head.
This sword pierced the void. Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes and struck out with his backhand.
when
He frowned at the terrifying impact and took three steps back on the spot.
Due to pure ontological attributes, he lost this blow.
At this time, his pupils shrank, and the sword light he hit did not fly away, but split into five rays, attacking him from above, below, and in all directions.
Sword Qi Storm
Five rays of sword energy blasted towards the five rays of sword light.
bang bang bang
There was a muffled sound in the void, five sword energies and sword lights exploded at the same time, and the colorful sword shook and flew back.
The sword light was like a swimming fish spinning around the visitor, exuding colorful brilliance, making him look like a fairy.
The person who attacked Zhuang Wuming was a Taoist priest in Qingyi.
Sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a strange appearance, and a black mole between the eyebrows, giving people a sharp feeling.
Zhuang Wuming looked at this person, frowned, and data flashed in front of his eyes.
Character: Ding Yuan
Level: Killing elite
Attributes: Strength 8.1, Constitution 8.5, Speed 6.5, Endurance 5.8, Willpower 8.3 Left Dao Qi: 300
Skill: "Taiyi Xuan Jing"
Spells: Escape from the Great and Small Heavens, Invisibility, Sword Qi Blessing,
Seeing Ding Yuan's skills, Zhuang Wuming's eyes showed a cold light. After a while, he slowly said, "Wutai Sect, under the disciple of Grandmaster Taiyi Hunyuan."
Ding Yuan narrowed his eyes. He didn't announce his family name, and the other party could see where he was. This was not easy.
Feeling a hint of unpredictability, he turned around and walked away without stopping at all.
Watching Ding Yuan leave, Zhuang Wuming did not pursue him. He had taken possession of things and there was no need to make enemies again. The Wutai faction was not weak.
"It seems that there are more and more people. People from all walks of life are showing up. There seem to be many people coveting the palace of the Nine Spirit Ghost King."
After putting the token away, Zhuang Wuming returned to the shadows by the Santu River. He stared at the illusory palace on the Santu River.
The magic sense skill is turned on from time to time, and I am observing what other people who have obtained the token will do.
Various muffled sounds and roars continued to erupt within a radius of ten miles.
The sword energy was flowing horizontally and the brilliance of the magical weapon was constantly flashing. It was obvious that the battle was fierce.
It took about an hour for the battlefield to become quiet.
The battle was completely over, and those who had captured the token gathered on the bank of the Santu River.
Each of these people's breath reveals a trace of evil spirit, and ghosts and ghost monks account for 80% of them.
The remaining 20% are also evil cultivators, filled with a strange aura.
I saw a handsome young man walking out of a sedan chair. His face was snow-white, without a trace of blood.
A green aura enveloped the top of his head, and his pupils were pitch black, like a whirlpool. His appearance was dignified, not like a ghost at all.
The strong energy made Zhuang Wuming frown. He could only see the name of this person - Li Yu.
"The King of Chu Jiang in the underworld seems to have the surname Li. This person should be the concubine of King Chu Jiang."
The underworld is a strange force that seems to have been softened by myths, legends, and story-telling novels. It is so powerful that it is unbelievable.
Each of the Ten Palaces of Yama is a figure who rivals the gods, and there are even beings like Ksitigarbha. No one dares to step into the underworld easily.
Zhuang Wuming looked at Li Yu, with a flash of thought in his eyes.
At this time, a ghost general next to Li Yu walked up and handed a bone token into his hand.
Gazing across the ghost general, Zhuang Wuming's eyes flashed with data.
Spell. Bone Sharp Thorn (Mastery: Ghost Qi Evolution, consumes 10 Qi, 0.3 Stamina, 0.3 Will, 5 tons of impact.)
Spell. Bone Armor (Introduction: Make armor comparable to a magic weapon, consume ghost energy and endurance to resist attacks.)
Item: Magic weapon. Bone gun (high quality)
Looking at the ghost general, Zhuang Wuming raised his eyebrows and said, "An ordinary ghost general also has killing power. The underworld is really powerful."
I saw Li Yu holding the token with a clear look on his face.
A black cloud appeared under his feet, like a ghost, turning into a sinister wind and rushing into the illusory palace.