Thinking of the many phantom gods in the ninth level, Zhuo Wen felt a little bitter in his heart.
What gave Zhuo Wen even more headaches was the appearance of the black-robed woman. There was no doubt that this woman was the humanoid phantom god, and the strength of this black-robed woman was even stronger than the humanoid phantom god who was killed by Zhuo Wen in the Qintian tribe.
The most important thing is that this woman in black robe can use the power of the alien beasts and phantom gods. The black flames that burst out are really terrifying, and the more phantom gods there are, the more powerful the black flames are.
In the black hole, the woman in black robe undoubtedly occupies the right time and place. If it is one-on-one, the woman in black robe is really not Zhuo Wen's opponent, but with the help of the terrifying number of phantom gods in the black hole, the woman in black robe is dead.
Suppress Zhuo Wen to death.
Of course, if Zhuo Wen uses his soul to self-destruct, then the woman in black robe will probably suffer hatred even if she has the right time and place.
But the problem now is that there is only one soul left in Zhuo Wen's body. Lei Qingtian's soul is already being used against the man in the ghost mask. The remaining soul is Zhuo Wen's strongest trump card.
Zhuo Wen naturally cannot waste it here.
"Although there are many phantom gods in the black hole, the killing underworld in your body is extremely restrained by the phantom gods. And because the sins on the phantom gods are extremely huge, killing the phantom gods has undeniable benefits in accumulating water droplets from the underworld." Xiao Hei said.
A voice suddenly sounded in my mind.
"Having said that, my personal power is really limited, and the number of phantom gods in the black hole is extremely large, and there are humanoid phantom gods at their disposal. I'm afraid my plan to hunt down the phantom gods is not easy to handle." Zhuo Wen said solemnly.
Xiao Hei was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "The threshold for the Killing Underworld Finger is very low. If you pass this Killing Underworld Finger to the people in the tribe here, and ask the people of the tribe to help you collect the underworld water drops to cultivate the Killing Underworld Finger, maybe you can
Use this method to fight against the phantom god in the black hole."
Zhuo Wen's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but smile: "You are absolutely right. If this method is feasible, it is indeed possible to use tribesmen to fight against the phantom god, and it can also accumulate water drops from the underworld. It is definitely killing two birds with one stone."
"However, before that, we must first test whether the tribesmen here can practice the Killing Underworld Finger."
Having said this, Zhuo Wen sent out a spiritual thought, and then Miao Ye walked into the room where Zhuo Wen was in respectfully and said: "Sir, I wonder why you asked me to come here?"
"Do you want to learn this technique?"
Zhuo Wen didn't talk nonsense. He waved his sleeves and the underworld's dead needles flew out, surrounding him like a yellow rainbow, constantly rotating.
Miao Ye trembled all over, and there was a touch of excitement in his eyes. He naturally recognized the underworld death needle lingering around Zhuo Wen. Zhuo Wen relied on this underworld death needle to even kill the humanoid phantom god. It was extremely powerful and terrifying.
"I want to learn!" Miao Ye said in a trembling voice.
"Zhuo gave you and your tribe a blessing. This blessing is this technique. With this technique, your tribe has the possibility to kill the phantom god. Do you... really want to learn it?" Zhuo Wen asked again.
"Yes!" Miao Ye immediately knelt on the ground and worshiped Zhuo Wen, saying excitedly.
Zhuo Wen nodded and continued: "How many people in your tribe have combat power?"
"Our Qintian tribe has a total of 800 strong men. The two tribes of Zhoutian and Jutian were seriously injured, with 300 and 400 men respectively. The total number is 1,500." Miao Ye was extremely honest.
replied.
Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and with a wave of his sleeve, he took out fifteen hundred drops of yellow spring water, fused them into a yellow ball, and handed it to Miao Ye.
"This technique is called the Killing Underworld Finger. It contains fifteen hundred drops of underworld water. These underworld water droplets contain the method of practicing the Killing Underworld Finger. You only need to incorporate one drop of underworld water to fully understand this technique."
"However, the power of this technique is very weak at the beginning. As the underworld water droplets increase, the power will become stronger and stronger. If you want to increase the underworld water droplets, then you have to kill the phantom god, take away the sins from it, and condense more
Yellow spring water droplets."
Having said this, Zhuo Wen took out another hundred drops of underworld water, and then pointed his sword with his right hand. Under Zhuo Wen's control, all these hundred drops of underworld water poured into the center of Miao Ye's eyebrows.
These Huangquan water droplets have been specially refined by Zhuo Wen and will not absorb essence. Instead, they become a medium that can accommodate the Killing Huangquan Finger Technique and carry the Huangquan water droplets.
With these underworld drops specially refined by Zhuo Wen, people in the tribe will easily master the killing underworld finger, and they will also have the effect of killing the phantom god and amplifying the underworld drops.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen had another purpose of incorporating the drops of water from the underworld into the bodies of the people of the tribe, which was to make all the drops of the water from the underworld come under his control.
People of the tribe, no matter how huge the underworld water droplets in their bodies are, even if they surpass him Zhuo Wen, as long as he Zhuo Wen makes a thought, then these underworld water droplets will break away from these people's bodies and all merge into his body.
It can be said that Zhuo Wen's method is similar to that of stocking. He Zhuo Wen only needs to teach the refined Huangquan water drops to the tribesmen, then he does not need to care. Those tribesmen will also hunt phantoms in order to strengthen themselves.
god.
After all, now that the black hole has been stirred up by Zhuo Wen, phantom gods often come out and come to harass the Qintian tribe.
If the Qintian tribe had not possessed the God-locking Formation, the end would have been disastrous, but this Killing Underworld Finger could give the tribe hope, a hope that they could fight against the Phantom God.
Miao Ye closed his eyes and silently comprehended the method of practicing the Killing Underworld Finger contained in the underworld water droplets. About half a day later, he suddenly opened his eyes, knelt down on the ground with great excitement, and bowed to Zhuo Wen.
"Miao Ye thanks the entire tribe for your selfless gift!"
After truly feeling the cultivation method of the Killing Underworld Finger, Miao Ye was able to appreciate the power of the Killing Underworld Finger, and he also saw the hope that made him excited from the Killing Underworld Finger.
"Go ahead and pass on this Killing Underworld Finger. Then your tribe will no longer be afraid of the illusory god, but the illusory god should be afraid of you." Zhuo Wen said calmly.
Miao Ye bowed again and slowly retreated with excitement.
After Miao Ye retreated, Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and with a wave of his sleeves, he summoned an embarrassed figure from the Canglong Palace.
As soon as this figure appeared, he lay down on the ground, struggling and twisting, as if he was struggling to escape from something.
Zhuo Wen stared at this figure, with a hint of sigh in his eyes. This figure was none other than the person with the grimace mask who was captured by Zhuo Wen.
At this moment, the mask on the face of the man with the ghost mask had long been shattered, revealing a rather handsome and dry face.
"Why is it you? Jian Mu..." Zhuo Wen sighed softly.
The person in front of me who was chasing Zhuo Wen in an extremely embarrassing manner, and even almost killed Zhuo Wen, was none other than Jian Mu, the genius of Jia Theological Academy in Dongtu.
Later, Jian Mu followed the mysterious Yang Yi and left the Eastern Earth for the Middle Earth.
The two of them had been separated for more than ten years, and when they met again, they met in such a way, which really made Zhuo Wen quite sad.
Of course, what surprised Zhuo Wen even more was that Jian Mu's cultivation had improved too quickly. Not long after, he had already reached the peak of the Earth Immortal. It was really terrifying.
"What happened to Jian Mu during this period? It looks like he doesn't recognize me at all..."
Zhuo Wen quietly stared at the struggling Jian Mu. He found that Jian Mu's eyes looked extremely cold at this moment, as if there was no emotion in his eyes, and the only thing that existed was numbness.
At this moment, Jian Mu's whole body was surrounded by countless curse seals. Even Jian Mu's Dantian Yuanshen was banned by Zhuo Wen with a Devouring Curse, and no less than thousands of forbidden seals were densely cast.
If Jian Mu hadn't been seriously injured due to the self-destruction of the Earth Immortal Yuanshen, even if Zhuo Wen placed thousands of prohibitive seals in Jianmu Yuanshen, it might not have been of any use.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen found that the spirit in Jian Mu's body was extremely weird. The spirit's aura was completely different from that of Jian Mu, and even gave Zhuo Wen an extremely strange and cold feeling.
At this moment, Xiao Hei suddenly appeared from between Zhuo Wen's eyebrows. It flew in front of Jian Mu, and its small paws penetrated Jian Mu's dantian. His eyes suddenly became cold.
"As expected, no wonder this Jian Mu's cultivation improved so quickly and he suddenly became a peak Earth Immortal. It turned out that someone used Li Daitao's vicious method on him." Xiao Hei said coldly.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, looking at Xiao Hei with doubt.
Xiao Hei did not continue to play riddles and said: "This Yuan Shen was not cultivated by Jian Mu, but someone forcibly incorporated other people's Yuan Shen into Jian Mu's Dantian using an extremely vicious secret method.
"
"If I am not mistaken, Jian Mu should have been just a Xuansheng when he was cultivated. All the holy power in his body was drawn out. When all the holy power in his dantian was drained out, this soul was put into his dantian.
Within, and this soul has no consciousness, it should be controlled by others..."
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and said, "What about Jian Mu's consciousness?"
"I'm afraid that the true consciousness of Jian Mu has been covered up. The caster should have taken a fancy to Jian Mu's sword cultivator body, and the soul in Jian Mu's body is also the soul of another sword cultivator. It can be said that this
The body is just a puppet, it has no consciousness and can only be controlled by others." Xiao Hei said solemnly.
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath, and his eyes became more and more gloomy. He finally knew why Jian Mu became the man with the ghost face mask, and even chased him.
I finally understood why Jian Mu's cultivation level improved so quickly and reached the peak of Earth Immortal in one fell swoop. It turns out that there is a reason for all this.
"Who is it? You actually used such vicious methods on Jian Mu?" Zhuo Wen said in a deep voice with murderous intent in his eyes and murderous aura all over his body.
"I'm afraid it's the man with the grimace and the mask who put the blame on you. Jian Mu's change is definitely related to that person." Xiao Hei said coldly.
Zhuo Wen said with murderous intent: "If you let me know who the person in the ghost mask is, I will never let that person go."