The Ghost King groaned and continued to retreat in the void, his face suddenly becoming extremely gloomy.
He said in shock and anger: "You are actually a ninth-level formation master. When you were fighting me just now, you were still arranging formation patterns around me."
"King of Ghosts, welcome to the cage I have woven for you! Are you satisfied with this cage?" An indifferent voice came slowly from behind.
In the sea of black fire, a slender figure slowly walked out.
The strange black fire swept over and appeared on his body, but it was unable to cause any harm to him.
"Let me get rid of the things that are in the way!"
Zhuo Wen walked out of the sea of fire, waved his right hand violently, and the Purple Gold Divine Sword burst out with blazing Purple Gold Sword Qi.
Rumble!
The sword energy spread horizontally, and the huge black sea of fire was completely annihilated by the sword energy, and terrifying black holes were blasted out of the surrounding space.
The Ghost King was horrified, with billowing black energy gushing out from his whole body, like a protective armor, barely able to resist the purple gold sword energy around him.
"Human! We have no grievances between you and me. You came to the place of imprisonment just to save the people imprisoned in the tower!"
"In this case, there is no need for you to kill me. Just let me go and you can save the people in the tower!"
The Ghost King frowned slightly and suggested to Zhuo Wen in a low voice.
The human in front of him was a monster. He had completely resigned himself to his fate, showing a defeated attitude.
"Those who rebel against me can only die to apologize!"
The purple-gold light flashed in Zhuo Wen's eyes, and strong murderous intent swept out like a hurricane.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen stepped out of the void, stepping on the purple gold sword energy, and flew towards the Ghost King as if walking on flat ground.
"It's not that easy to kill me!"
The Ghost King looked ugly, but he was willing to fight, knowing that today he could only fight to the death.
Bang bang bang!
The moment the two figures intertwined, the sound of three swords clashing was heard, each sound louder than the last, like thunder on the ground, the trick of the power of God.
Click!
A crisp shattering sound sounded, the Ghost King's pupils shrank into needles, and the sword in his hand collapsed and shattered, turning into countless black weapon fragments.
At the same time, dense black cracks appeared on the black armor that covered the Ghost King's body, and finally collapsed into little powder fragments.
Zhuo Wen slowly turned around and silently looked at the true face of the Ghost King in front of him.
After the black armor was shattered, what appeared in front of him was a human-shaped black flame.
On the left chest of this black fire humanoid, there is a heart beating continuously.
"Is this your true face?"
Zhuo Wen looked at the Ghost King kneeling on the ground indifferently and said expressionlessly.
"Damn it...Damn it..."
The Ghost King clutched his chest and looked at Zhuo Wen with resentful eyes, as if he wanted to eat Zhuo Wen alive.
"Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, I will send you to the road to hell now!"
A misty voice came, and the Ghost King realized that the figure of Zhuo Wen in front of him was no longer there.
Poof!
Before the Ghost King could react, the Purple Gold Divine Sword pierced his back and came out from his chest.
"you……"
The Ghost King turned his head with difficulty and looked at Zhuo Wen angrily.
He actually lost, and he lost to a human monk who was just a god and demon. This was the shame of his life.
"Human, you will regret it! If I ever get out of trouble, it will be your death!"
The ghost king's vicious howl rose into the sky and spread throughout the prison.
"Refining!"
Zhuo Wen just looked at the incarnation of the Ghost King who kept howling. The purple-gold energy was like a tide, flowing along the Purple-gold Divine Sword and pouring into the limbs and bones in the Ghost King's body.
"ah……"
The Ghost King screamed, feeling as if his body was being burned by a ball of fire, it was hot and painful.
Then, he saw with his own eyes that his body was disintegrating, his limbs were melting, and his blood was evaporating...
At this moment, the Ghost King finally showed fear in his eyes. This feeling of being refined alive was unprecedentedly painful.
It took three hours to refine the Ghost King.
The ghost king's shrill screams continued to echo in this space, and eventually the sound was too weak to be heard.
Wave after wave of pure energy, like a storm, poured into Zhuo Wen's limbs and bones.
Zhuo Wen only felt warm all over his body, and he could clearly feel that the cultivation level and aura in his body were rapidly increasing.
"This feeling is so wonderful!"
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed softly.
The energy contained in the Ghost King is so pure that it is dozens of times more powerful than the combined energy of all the ghosts he absorbed in the Ghost King Ridge.
Since the energy of the Ghost King's incarnation is so huge, it would take a long time for Zhuo Wen to absorb all of it.
Zhuo Wen just wants to rescue Shan Lingyun first. He plans to do the cultivation later.
I saw Zhuo Wen squeeze the void with his right hand, and for a moment, the surging energy of the Ghost King continued to condense in his palm, and finally turned into an irregular black crystal.
After putting away the black crystal, Zhuo Wen fell to the ground and his eyes fell on the tall tower in front of him.
"Master, I'm here to save you!"
Zhuo Wen suppressed the excitement in his heart and strode towards the tower.
The surface of the tower is densely covered with many powerful formation restrictions.
However, to Zhuo Wen, these formation restrictions were nothing. With a tear with his right hand, he tore the restrictions on the surface of the tower into pieces.
When Zhuo Wen tore through the restrictions on the surface of the tower and entered the tower, Fu Ming and three others on the other side had already found the place where the Ghost King was sealed.
In a black swamp tens of thousands of feet away from the tower, lingering poisonous gas lingers all year round.
At this moment, Fu Ming, Jian Qingwu and Leng Feifei gathered in the center of the black swamp. Here, stood a small and inconspicuous temple.
This small temple is only about one person tall and is made of cobblestones of different sizes.
In this inconspicuous little temple, there is a statue of a ferocious-looking ghost and god enshrined.
What's even more strange is that this statue of ghosts and gods is very similar to the incarnation of the ghost king under the tower.
Fu Ming and the other three silently looked at the statues of ghosts and gods in the small temple, their faces becoming very solemn.
"The poisonous gas here is really too strong. We can't resist it. We shouldn't stay here for a long time!"
Jian Wuqing's handsome brows furrowed, and the sword energy spread around her like mist, surrounding her.
But even so, Jian Wuqing could only withstand the poisonous gas in the swamp.
Not only Jian Wuqing, but also Fu Ming and Leng Feifei tried their best to resist the poisonous gas, but they all seemed quite reluctant.
"If our master's information is correct, this should be the place where the Ghost King seals it! Let's take that thing out and give it a try!"
A jet black bead appeared in Fu Ming's right hand, about half the size of a palm, shining with a faint black gold light.
Jian Qingqing and Leng Feifei both looked at the beads in Fu Ming's hands nervously.