Mr. Xiong laughed and crossed his arms with disdain: "No matter how strong he is, how can he be stronger? He is just a little vixen. As a vixen, he mainly relies on confusing people and deceiving people. Just wait, I will see him later.
Tamamo Mae will definitely make her kneel down and sing Conquer."
Hearing that Fat Cat kept showing off, Fu Yang was speechless: "Okay, okay, you're awesome! Then I'll wait and see. If you really meet Tamamo Mae later, Fat Cat, don't be afraid."
, you must let her kneel down and sing the song of conquest, and obediently hand over the eight-foot magatama. Let’s see who is more powerful, the vixen or you, the fat cat demon.”
As the three of them continued to move forward, they could clearly feel that the miasma containing resentment was getting stronger and stronger.
When you reach a certain location, you can see with your spiritual sense that the resentment and miasma in front of you are about to materialize! They stand like high walls and barriers, penetrating between heaven and earth.
Even vaguely, Fu Yang could hear some shrill and fuzzy cries, as well as the sounds of fighting and clashing of weapons. It was like an army fighting in a very far distance!
This place is indeed an ancient battlefield.
Because only ancient battlefields that experienced countless people fighting and dying could have such heavy resentment and miasma, and such sounds could appear.
As for the miasma being as solid as a city wall, I have never heard of this...
Fu Yang frowned and said softly: "It seems that the legend in Japanese folklore about Tamamo Mae wiping out an army of 500,000 in Nasuno should be true! Otherwise, there would not be such deep resentment.
and miasma. We have to be more vigilant, this nine-tailed fox Tamamae is definitely not an ordinary monster. Her strength is probably even higher than Takeda Ayubutsu and Kyonami!"
Wei Ke carefully felt the high wall of miasma in front of him and suggested: "Shayang, let's go down and walk. The resentment and miasma in this place are mixed with some kind of special forbidden formation, which will make flying more expensive.
The magic power! Although we can fly through this barrier, it is unwise to waste our efforts before we get the real eight-foot magatama."
Fu Yang nodded, gave her a big kiss on her delicate face, hugged her and said with a smile: "My wife is smarter, let's go down now."
Mr. Xiong covered his eyes with his furry little paws and cried out: "Ah! My eyes are blind, I'm blind. I was blinded by the dog food you spread, Mr. Fu."
"It's better to be blind! Don't use your eyes anymore." Wei Ke glared at the exaggerated fat cat...
Fu Yang and the other three walked among the boundless white miasma, heading towards the red dot shown on the map.
The miasma here is so strong that ordinary practitioners would have died long ago if they entered it! Let alone ordinary people, they might not survive even a second. Of course, ordinary people have no chance to go deep into Nasuno.
It was blocked as early as the outer perimeter.
"Listen!"
Mr. Xiong moved his furry little ears, and then said: "It seems like someone is crying! It's really scary. People are scared."
It hugged its arms vigorously, making a trembling look of fear. It was kicked in the back by Fu Yang, and flew more than ten meters away, falling into the grass.
Fu Yang pursed his lips: "Damn Fat Cat, your acting is so exaggerated, it makes me feel embarrassed."
Wei Ke smiled: "If there are really many resentful souls and powerful ghosts in this place, wouldn't it be a good thing? I am the Ghost Emperor, and devouring ghosts can also increase my strength. Silly, you can also use this to build your ghost power.
Increase your strength a little and get the best of both worlds.”
After saying that, the couple looked at each other and smiled happily.
This ancient battlefield where ghosts and resentful souls are rampant is a troublesome problem for other cultivators, but for Fu Yang and his wife, it is simply a place for a feast!
Gadagada...
There was a strange sound all around, the ground cracked, and white skeletal palms poked out from the cracks. Then with a strong push, many skeleton monsters crawled out of the ground.
They all still have tattered cloth strips hanging on their bodies, and the slightly taller and more powerful ones have rattan armor, armor and the like. They either hold shields, broadswords, or spears in their hands.
Obviously, these are ancient Japanese soldiers who died here!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of them emerged from the ground and surrounded Fu Yang and the others. Their eyes flashed with a sinister red light, which made them look a bit scary and scary.
well……
Fu Yang sighed in disappointment: "Why is it a physical ghost? What a pity. This kind of skeleton soldier is useless at all."
Wei Ke was also a little speechless. Because what she and Fu Yang needed were spiritual ghosts. Such entity types, such as skeletons and corpses, could not be absorbed and converted into mana!
The couple sighed in disappointment here, but Mr. Xiong, the damn fat cat, was quite happy. He rushed into the group of skeletons with his short and thick legs... and hummed Michael Jackson.
song.
"Come on, little skeleton, let's dance with you!"
Mr. Xiong grabbed a skeleton that looked very tall and burly, covered his crotch with one hand, and grabbed its calf bone with the other.
The skeleton was obviously relatively strong. He was wearing ancient Japanese armor and should be the leader of this group of skeleton ghosts. He already had a weak intelligence. Seeing Mr. Xiong’s confusing behavior, he seemed a little confused. He tilted his head to look.
For a second, he looked angry, raised the big knife in his hand and chopped it down!
clang!
The big knife hit Mr. Xiong's head, making a sharp sound, and then broke off.
Farke!
Mr. Xiong was angry: "I thought I asked you to dance, but you actually cut me? You are really unqualified. I think you are itchy."
As he said that, he used his paws hard.
Click!
He broke off the skeleton's leg bones, then stabbed them with his backhand. He inserted them directly into some indescribable position...
roar!!!
The skeleton let out a cry of pain, summoned all the skeletons around, and frantically attacked Mr. Xiong.
"Oh, it's so boring. I watched Michael Jackson's v. When he dances, all the ghosts dance with him. Is it because he is not charming enough? Forget it, I won't play anymore."
Mr. Xiong looked a little disappointed and waved his little paw.
boom!!!
A huge spherical ball of demonic energy exploded, and hundreds of skeletons were instantly ejected. They fell apart in the air and were turned into powder by the powerful demonic energy.
No matter how much power you exert at Lord Xiong's Demon Emperor level, it's impossible for these little skeleton soldiers to resist.
Fu Yang: "...I've never seen such a boring monster like Fat Cat."
The three of them continued to move forward, and skeletons kept crawling out of the ground to attack them. But the three of them could kill hundreds of these weak ghosts with just a breath!
Mr. Xiong, this damn fat cat, was having a great time, "bullying" this skeleton monster everywhere.
Fu Yang frowned, looking a little confused: "It's weird, this is unreasonable! I don't want to say whether the story of Tamamo-mae wiping out an army of 500,000 people here is an exaggeration. But this is indeed an ancient place with a heavy miasma of resentment.
The battlefield. In such a place, many powerful ghosts and monsters are usually born. But along the way, we have only encountered small skeleton monsters. Not even a slightly more powerful ghost or monster! This shouldn't be the case. Unless.
…”
"Unless there's a big guy behind!"
Wei Ke took over Fu Yang's words: "It should be that an absolute king was born in this ancient battlefield. It has swallowed up the resentment and souls of all the resentful spirits and has become very powerful."