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Chapter 61
ghost world,

Rolling killings swept towards the depths of the netherworld, and the purple mist poured out from the banners of the myriad ghosts, spreading out towards the emptiness of the ghost world.

The remnant war ghost is not afraid of battle, not afraid of death, like the tide, it takes turns to move forward,
All the ghosts blocking the front of the battle were completely drowned.

Occasionally, there are tyrannical ghosts and ghosts who dare to resist, and the Ten Profound Flowers Styx will wind around like a silk net,
What happened afterward was nothing more than a single stab at Yunlou.

Death resentment and dark energy boiled like a sea, and the ghost prison pearl was devouring and digesting greedily like a glutton, and one after another subtle and mysterious runes of heaven and earth were transformed into the pearl body.

Evil ghosts gradually took shape in the Mingzhu.

Four condensed ghost generals charged through the air, and dozens of Burning Yin rockets rushed in,

Jiang Moshu hammered the bone lock heart hammer to the ground, and the five bone resentful souls spit out demonic fire and charged straight up. The resentment that passed by soared and surged like a tide, burning all the evil rockets clean.

The mysterious light of the resentment talisman flashed between the forehead of the bone soul, and the four ghost generals were struck by lightning. Before they could break free, their fangs bit the ghost's body fiercely.

Click!Click!
A ghost general was torn apart in an instant, and the scattered ghost body was swallowed by the bone soul, and the magic fire in the bone soul's eyes became deeper and deeper in an instant.

Bone Soul stared at the remaining three ghost generals, opening and closing his mouth continuously, like a wolf who had tasted the sweetness, besieged him from all sides, within a few breaths, all the ghost generals were devoured.

The Nether Mist was also torn apart by the endless battles, and a collapsed palace could be seen in the distance.

After all the ghosts around were cleaned up, Shen Caiyan and Jiang Moshu came to the ghost palace.

After looking around, Shen Caiyan nodded and smiled brightly,
"It's just a good time to search this ghost palace to see if you can find the spirit body. Besides, you can temporarily settle down after sorting it out. Otherwise, my empress doesn't even have a place to stay. It's a shame."

Seeing that there was no voice of objection from the armor behind him, Shen Caiyan raised his wrist, the Banner of Thousand Ghosts was planted with a bang, Boundless Darkness was atomized into a wall to protect the periphery, and the remnants of the Ghost Palace began to clean up the ruins of the ghost palace.

……

The murderous aura soaring into the sky made the dark mist turbulent, like ripples, spreading in the ghost world.

The ghost king and ghost mother in the Netherland Realm naturally sensed this rampant and turbulent aura.

Outside a luxurious ghost palace, the dark wind dances violently, and countless ferocious ghost yakshas rise or fall hidden in the dark wind, with ghostly aura lurking in the dark.

In the ghost palace, there is a ghost mother, giggling and laughing at the Yin mirror.

In the nether world, there is also spirituality.

The vast majority of ghosts are muddle-headed, and only when they fight and kill each other, will they arouse their natural ferocity, and then swallowed by the winner, they will gradually grow stronger, and finally ignite the will-o'-the-wisp to become a ghost general.

The ghost will condense the ferocity of thousands of ghosts and creatures, already born with intelligence, and its strength is comparable to that of condensed reality.

But except for a few natural spirit ghosts, most ghosts will be affected by their fierce nature, their spiritual consciousness will be unstable, they will not be able to cultivate, and they can only rely on each other to grow stronger.

Then there are the ghost king and ghost mother, whose strength is not inferior to Jindan.

This ghost world is boundless and connects all domains. Most of the ghost kings and ghost mothers rule a large area of ​​ghost domains, gather ghosts, and fight against each other.

The worry-free ghost mother, powerful and balanced, has a great reputation in this ghost world.

In the bloody bathing pool, there are countless human heads, broken arms, floating up and down, and the Wuyou Ghost Mother is lying comfortably in it.

In the shadowy mirror, the battle formation of the crippled ghost soldiers is like iron, full of murderous aura,
Shen Caiyan, who was dressed in light yellow palace attire, had an unknown fire in her eyes, with a fierce fighting spirit.

"I don't think so, but a sister came, but it seems a bit difficult to get close to." Wuyou Ghost Mother poured down a handful of blood leisurely, half of her grimace turned into dark smoke, revealing her bones.

"Go, send a message to the six great ghost kings that I will hold a storm feast in Sansou Palace, and invite all the ghost kings to attend the meeting to clean up the dust for this new ghost mother."

The sound of Xixisuo disappeared.

The worry-free ghost mother looked at the pretty figure in the shadow mirror, and exhaled a icy cold breath, but her blood-colored cherry lips turned into dark smoke, revealing her dark teeth,
There was a hint of greed in his eyes, and he chanted softly in his mouth:
"White bones and icy muscles are piercing, serving the king with a stiff tongue,

The sky does not want to go, the nether world seeks bliss,
All dharmas can't be found, and the desire to talk and quench the thirst of the heart,

The color images are all illusory, and the coldness is naturally a makeup color. "

Facing the beauty in the palace costume in the mirror, Wuyou Ghost Mother smiled deeply, "Good sister, let's get closer!"

……

There was no light in the Nether Ghost Realm, Jiang Moshu calculated that five days had passed.

The ghost palace was sorted out, as expected, it was the trace left by a ghost king, but Jiang Moshu regretted that no ghost king's spirit body was found here.

As the iconic spiritual weapon of Wangui Peak, Wangui Banner is also very famous in various sects of the West Pole.

If the hostile monks have no means of restraint or are decisive, once they are surrounded by ghost formations, it is impossible to escape.

It's just that it is quite difficult to sacrifice and refine. If you want to advance to the magic weapon, there are two more difficulties.

One is that it is necessary to refine into the breath of gods and demons of the emperor Yan Luo, so that he can order all the ghosts like an arm.

This is extremely difficult for others, but for Jiang Moshu, it was accomplished smoothly.

The second is that it is necessary to refine into the spirit body of the ghost king or ghost mother, so that the power of the ghosts of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner can be carried and gathered, so that there will be a qualitative change like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon.

This is the hardest part.

If you only wander on the edge of the ghost world and the present world, you are just a fish in Linyuan.

Only by going deep into the depths of the netherworld can it be possible to find the spirit body of the fallen ghost king.

Looking at the banner of myriad ghosts flying high in the dark mist, Jiang Moshu secretly thought that this time his luck is a bit bad.

Zheng!
The blue-faced and long-toothed Yasha ghost knelt on one knee, and the light of the knife stopped an inch in front of his forehead.

"Is this the way to invite me to a banquet?" Shen Cai's face was cold and charming, and the words in his mouth were as cold as the wind.

This team of yaksha evil spirits is only a few hundred, and at the cost of losing more than half of them, breaking into the battle line for thirty feet has already made Shen Caiyan take a look.

I didn't want to, but I came to send invitations.

"We belong to the Wuyou Ghost Mother. The Lord has said that in such a brilliant killing formation, we should not be polite. Only when we wear Yin`hong can we speak."

The demonic fire on the wound on the chest of the leader Yasha evil spirit was still on, making the body of the ghost sizzle, but he still bowed his head to respond.

The rest of the yaksha evil spirits were also covered in wounds, overflowing with blurred ghost mist.

Shen Caiyan nodded imperceptibly, waved her plain hand, Yunlou Saber Spirit turned and returned,

Then he asked coldly, "Oh, this Wuyou ghost mother is interesting, tell me, who are the people attending the banquet?"

"There are six ghost kings in the ghost domain here, and all of them will go to the storm banquet to wash away the dust for your lord."

Seeing the light of the saber retracted, the evil ghost Yasha felt that his life was saved, and replied respectfully.

"Alright, I just want to inquire about something, so let's ask at the banquet."

With a thought in Shen Caiyan's mind, a gap appeared in the Canjue battle formation, leading directly to the outside of the formation.

The evil ghost Yasha cupped his hands again and saluted, "I don't know what your lord's title is, but I want you to answer my lord's name."

Countless black threads plunged into the void, and a golden snake could be seen winding around,
"I am the ghost mother of the banquet." Shen Caiyan, who was dressed in palace attire, said lightly.

(End of this chapter)