Zombie Evil Emperor

On the Void Mountain, the Ghost Emperor Zhu Sihai was ordered to come here, picked up the drum hammer and sounded the Tongxian Bell.

Buzz!

As the bell rang, in an instant, an invisible and strange wave rose into the sky like a tornado, transmitting into the void outside the world of this little cultivator.

At noon the next day, a jet-black light like ink came from outside the sky and passed through the interface barrier of this small cultivation world, approaching the sky above Wuxia Mountain.

Wu Guang was restrained, a man with an elegant face, his long hair tied behind his head, and he appeared in front of the Ghost Emperor Zhu Sihai in a graceful manner.

The elegant man looked at Zhu Sihai with cold eyes and said indifferently: "It was you who rang the Immortal Bell. Tell me what you have to say."

As the elegant man spoke, a very terrifying aura spread out from his body, making the Ghost Emperor Zhu Sihai, who was kneeling on the ground, feel as if he was being pressed by a huge mountain, as if he could be crushed by this aura at any time, and his spine was shaking. Breathing cold air.

This is the coercion of the Ghost Immortal, who is as strong as the Ghost Emperor and is like an ant in front of him. Not to mention looking directly at the other person, just one look at him would make him tremble with fear.

Zhu Sihai knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Back to the Ghost Immortal Messenger, I discovered an innate ghost weapon in an underground space a few days ago. I thought about trying to conquer it, but my ability was low. But I can’t get hold of that innate ghost weapon, so I’m ringing the Immortal Bell now, and I want to beg the Ghost Immortal Envoy to help me subdue that innate ghost weapon.”

"Innate ghost weapon!" The elegant man suddenly became greedy, and then his eyes became cold and he said sarcastically: "To help you surrender the ghost weapon, do you know the price of my action?"

"What is it?" Since the Ghost King Zhu Sihai came to know this ghost fairy, he naturally pretended not to understand.

The elegant man said: "I can help you subdue that innate ghost weapon, but that innate ghost weapon must be left here for me to play with for a hundred years. This is the reward."

Once the thing is in his hands, it is his, and the hundred-year period of playing with it is just an excuse to cover up the robbery.

Seeing Zhu Sihai's face full of anger and wanting to show off but not daring to show off, the elegant man snorted coldly: "If you don't want to die, just lead the way. If it makes me feel bad, huh!"

"Follow your orders." Ghost Emperor Zhu Sihai was dissatisfied, but he had to obey and do as he was told respectfully.

The weak eat the strong, this is the law of the ghost world. Once the best thing is taken by a being stronger than yourself, you will either give it away or die.

The speed of the ghost fairy can be described in one sentence, that is, it can travel a million miles through the void in an instant.

After the Ghost Emperor Zhu Sihai gave the general direction, the elegant man waved his sleeves and disappeared with Zhu Sihai.

The journey that took the Zhu Sihai Ghost Emperor two months to reach ended in only about a quarter of an hour under the leadership of this elegant man, the Ghost Immortal.

The spirit of the ghost fairy was extremely powerful. Just standing on the edge of the cave entrance, this elegant man felt the aura fluctuations of an innate ghost weapon, which really made him extremely happy.

brush!

He took the Ghost Emperor Pig Sihai and flew into the entrance of the underground air passage, and soon appeared in the underground space.

The moment he arrived at the underground space, the elegant man stared far ahead.

Eight thousand miles ahead, a pen with black light and steam floated there motionless like a sleeping child.

"Hahaha, this trip is worthwhile, this trip is worthwhile!"

The elegant man did not care about the Ghost Emperor Zhu Sihai at this time, nor did he take it with him, because the innate ghost weapon only belonged to him.

Soon, he came to the front of the innate ghost weapon, the Judge's Pen, and it was like the Judge's Pen clawed towards it.

However, what surprised the elegant man was that the innate ghost weapon that was clearly within his reach suddenly disappeared, leaving his stretched out hand empty.

"Huh? Who is causing trouble? Come out of here." The elegant man is indeed a ghost fairy. The moment the innate ghost weapon disappeared, he almost knew that the judge's pen had its owner.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and looked back. Sure enough, the pig-headed ghost emperor who had just brought him here was gone.

Just when this ghostly and elegant man was about to leave this underground space and go outside to see the reality, a wave of formation fluctuations suddenly occurred throughout the underground cave space.

Countless formation prohibition runes are like countless spider webs covering the underground space. From the sky to the ground, a curious cage imprisons this elegant man.

"Whoever is playing tricks on me, please come out to me." Although the elegant man Guixian was surprised and doubtful, he was not afraid at all.

In this little ghost world, there is not even a high-level formation master. If you want to trap it with a large formation, you will have to wake up to an formation master who is in the realm of the formation master.

No one answered the elegant man's question. Just when he was about to speak again, huge black dragons suddenly appeared in the void from all directions, a total of eighteen, charging towards him fiercely.

These black dragons are all formed by the power of formations.

Bang bang bang!

The elegant man stretched out his palm and waved it in the air, and the black dragons equivalent to the eighteen initial stages of the Ghost King all exploded into a rain of light and disappeared.

However, Yang Tian carefully prepared the formation to capture the ghost-immortal level, how could it only have this little power?

Obviously, this is impossible.

In Yang Tian's hand, the control array disk shone brightly, and many black dragon lights and shadows comparable to the realm of the Ghost Emperor suddenly appeared in the underground cave space.

Boom!

The battle broke out instantly, and one black dragon after another exploded under the attack of this elegant man.

However, these black dragons not only did not decrease, but instead increased in number. If you smashed one, dozens more black dragons appeared.

At first, this elegant man, the ghost fairy, didn't care, but half an hour passed, an hour passed, and a day passed. The endless black dragons that seemed to be inexhaustible finally made him feel scared.

"Hmph, I don't believe how long the Yin Qi in your body can last for hosting such a large formation."

What this elegant man, the ghost fairy, doesn't know is that this formation is not lacking in spiritual power to operate. With the financial and cultivation resources in Yang Tian's hands, it can easily support it for a hundred and eighty years.

Of course, the main reason why this formation is so powerful is that the ghosts arranged by Yang Tian in the eyes of the formation are all at the Ghost King level.

A month later, the elegant man Guixian's eyes were already red. He was in a hurry. He didn't know how many black dragons he had killed after fighting for half a month.

Because of this, the mana in his body was reduced by one tenth.

It's scary to think about it.

If all of them are like this, then after ten months, the mana in his body will be exhausted.

By then, wouldn't he become a fish at the mercy of others?