Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 837 The real ghost king (please subscribe, please collect)

"Compared to fellow Taoist Ximen, what does this Tianxue Tandem Spirit Fruit count? I would like to wish fellow Taoist Shattered Pill to become a baby as soon as possible, and the Beast Control Sect's promotion to the Nascent Soul Sect is just around the corner."

Sun Mingsheng was in a good mood at this time, so naturally he would not be stingy with some complimentary words.

"Not to mention whether we can seize the treasure that helps the broken pill to become a baby, it is still unknown whether this level of treasure will be produced when the ancient battlefield opens."

There was a wry smile on Ximen Jian's face. Obviously, he didn't have much hope of victory in the follow-up actions. But even for this tiny bit of possible hope, he would not hesitate to use the rare heaven and earth such as Tianxue to connect the spiritual fruit. Treasures are used as bargaining chips for transactions and fights.

"This ancient battlefield is full of thorns and thorns, but it is also full of opportunities. You and I should continue to explore forward, so as not to waste too much time and lose the opportunity."

The successful acquisition of the Tianxue Tandem Spirit Fruit caused Sun Mingsheng's attitude towards this ancient battlefield to change significantly, and he became more positive than ever before.

"Friend Daoist Sun is right. No matter whether you succeed or not, you always need to try. Otherwise, how can you be willing to do it?"

Ximen Jian also completely woke up from his own state, and the two of them turned into a stream of light and walked straight into the distance.

When Ximen Jian and Sun Mingsheng continued to search the ancient battlefield, the entire ancient battlefield was oval, and monks rushed into it one by one, occupying areas of different sizes, like a chessboard. The chess pieces in different positions on the board are fighting to varying degrees over the ownership of the elixirs and spiritual materials.

Some monks who are reckless or not well prepared will be swallowed up by hidden space cracks from time to time.

Judging from the extremely frightened look on his face, it was obvious that he could not believe that he would end his life in such a way.

Other monks won and lost in different battles. The winner took the treasure that he had coveted for a long time, and the loser also became a dead soul in the ancient battlefield.

Of course, there are naturally many monks who lost their lives in the process of fighting each other after turning against each other because of the ownership of the treasure.

In short, in the ancient battlefield, the middle and late-stage golden elixir monks who originally shocked one party in the world of cultivation are decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye in different ways.

All the monks who were lucky enough to win the battles couldn't help but move towards the core of the ancient battlefield without any hesitation in the whole process.

In the core of the entire ancient battlefield, a plant that is 70% similar to a poppy is swaying in the wind, constantly waving its black but textured leaves, exuding bursts of special aura, constantly attracting people from all around. The monks came in droves.

Within a hundred miles radius of the poppy plant, the most eye-catching thing is the number of third-order mid-to-high-grade ghost kings, which are as unconscious as stones but exuding evil aura. There are more than a hundred of them.

As the poppy plant's black aura continued to escape, a ghost king also began to wake up. After a short adaptation period, he immediately turned into a stream of light and chose a different direction to leave.

In the process of leaving, waves of special cries also spread, summoning more low-level ghost soldiers to serve as vassals, and soon turned into a black mass.

At the core of all ghost kings is a white ghost king who looks like a scholar holding a fan. If not for the evil spirit that is constantly escaping from his body, he would look more like an aristocratic young man who has nothing to do with the world.

"It's just a deep sleep, but a new round of blood food has already begun. The hunger and thirst in my belly is already quite unbearable." "This poppy spirit flower is the one that was boiled from the blood food on this ancient battlefield." A bait that is cultivated after taking enough nutrients?"

When the ghost king in white woke up, a long, triangular tongue covered with barbs protruded from the corner of the gentle ghost king's mouth, with a bloodthirsty look on his face.

And it is not difficult to tell from his words that the ghost king has been around for an unknown amount of time. In his eyes, the Golden Core Stage monks are more like blood-food beings that can be devoured at will at any time.

"huhuhuhu"

Following the words of the ghost king in white, the poppy-like spirit creature immediately waved its leaves as if in response, and the two parties seemed to be engaging in another form of communication.

This poppy flower may have a certain bonus to the monk's achievement of Nascent Soul, but judging from its escaping aura, it will most likely have some side effects.

In fact, the existence of this poppy flower is more like a special bait that attracts other monks to sacrifice their lives continuously and serves as blood food on the ancient battlefield.

"You can rest here and wait for these blood foods to come to your door. I, the king, will go hunting first to fill my stomach."

It seemed that the ghost king in white could no longer suppress the hunger in his heart. After saying a brief farewell, he immediately turned into a white light and disappeared into the distance.

The momentum of this ghost king's attack was naturally completely different from the previous so-called ghost king. The moment it disappeared, more than ten ghost kings in black who had not yet awakened suddenly appeared and followed closely behind. It was more like Its naturally occurring Dharma protector is general.

The momentum and strength of these more than ten ghost kings cannot be underestimated. The strength of each one is at the top level of the third level, not inferior to any late-stage Jindan monk.

As for the ghost soldiers, they emerged from different positions in all directions and swarmed in. It took less than a quarter of an hour, and the number of ghosts gathered behind them exceeded 100,000. The black mass was endless and they rushed straight towards Away from the ancient battlefield.

The emergence of this real ghost group also means that the competition in the ancient battlefield has officially entered a white-hot state.

The competition and hunting between the monks and the ghost king will also enter a new stage. Only the winner can get close to the real treasure of the poppy flower.

None of the monks knew about the changes here. Sun Mingsheng and Ximen Jian had just put a spiritual fruit picked from the spiritual fruit tree into their bags and distributed it. The smiles on their faces had not disappeared. Not far away The ghost group has appeared.

These ghost kings were completely different from what they had encountered before. It seemed that because they had been imprisoned for a long time, endless killing and madness escaped from the bodies of each ghost soldier, and there was no fear at all.

Even some first-level ghost soldiers who are just equivalent to monks in the Qi Refining Stage will suddenly self-destruct before dying. The only purpose may be to cause a certain burden to the monks.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, be careful. This place is officially close to the place where treasures grow. These ghost groups are specifically responsible for the defense of treasures. Please keep your word, Friend Daoist."

(End of this chapter)