A large number of black afterimage ghosts swarmed out in groups, like rolling black tides, rushing towards them all.
"Woo~wu~"
The miserable and whimpering screams of the ghosts rang out. The loud sound made people's hair stand on end, and they could not stop the chills and shivers behind them.
"Oh my god! There are so many ghosts here with so much resentment. How many people did that Nascent Soul cultivator kill during the refining process back then?" Wu Yazi lost his voice, particularly shocked.
Seeing the number of ghosts appearing that made his scalp numb, the middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming's face didn't look much better. He looked full of disdain just now, but now his face was filled with dark clouds.
Ye Mei, the woman in red, also couldn't help but become solemn when she saw so many ghosts appearing.
Only Shen Luo watched indifferently. Although these ghosts were numerous in number, their strength was uneven.
Those with the highest level of cultivation can reach the early stage of Golden elixir, while those with low level of cultivation can only reach the middle and late stages of foundation building. It is very messy to gather in groups.
It is not difficult for Shen Luo to kill these many ghosts, but now he considers that instead of killing them, he wants to use these ghosts to cultivate his own spiritual beasts.
This is a rare opportunity to cultivate spiritual beasts. With so many ghosts for the ghost beasts to devour, it won't be long before his spiritual beasts can catch up with his cultivation, and maybe even surpass him.
As long as he can train the ghost beast, he will have a strong support. In the future, he will also have an extra trump card in his hand when fighting with others.
Immediately, Shen Luo flicked his sleeves, stretched out his palm, turned his hand over, and slapped a palm in the air.
As the mana flows, a huge palm condensed by mana emerges, and a large purple handprint appears out of thin air.
With the strong wind pressure and his mid-stage golden elixir spiritual pressure, it covered the sky and the sun, sweeping ghosts out of the attic and suppressing them all under the palm of his hand.
Under the reflection of the large purple handprints, the ghosts were all trapped and unable to move in place, and could only roar and scream in displeasure.
The middle-aged men Shangguan Hongming, Wuyazi and Ye Mei were all shocked by Shen Luo's method.
They only knew that the magic weapon in Shen Luo's hand was extremely powerful, but they didn't know that the opponent himself had such immense magic power that he could crush it with just one movement of his hand, making them afraid of the ghost that would double the pressure.
"With such drastic measures, is this person really a middle-stage Jindan monk?"
This question arose in the minds of the three of them at the same time.
Shen Luo stretched out his big hand, and from the corner of his eye, he took in all the expressions on the faces of the three people, and there was an indistinct arc at the corner of his mouth.
In order to prevent these people from causing trouble for him, he deliberately used this method to suppress the ghosts.
Of course, he did not use this method solely to cultivate spiritual beasts. He still had his own selfish motives.
On the one hand, it is to prevent these people from causing trouble, and on the other hand, it is to scare them by knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger.
He didn't believe that these people would really let him choose the treasure verbally. Everyone has selfish motives, not to mention the division of interests between immortal cultivators.
Regardless of how many of them have reached agreement and harmony now, the real test will be when they encounter the treasure later.
The peace now is just the brief calm before the storm.
Shen Luo glanced at these people, then stretched out his palm and slowly closed it towards the center, and the purple giant palm on it also slowly tightened.
The ghosts, who were suppressed by the giant palm and could not move, felt that the giant hand above them was slowly closing in. At the same time, the space that restrained them gradually became more compact.
In order to survive, the ghosts struggled desperately under the pitiful whimpers and screams.
However, everything was in vain. Suppressed by Shen Luo's magical power, they could only wait for death and become the food of his spiritual beast, the little white ghost beast.
"Crackling"
There was a constant sound of the skeleton breaking and squeezing, becoming one piece.
Not long after, these ghosts were crushed into a ball by Shen Luo, forming a thick sphere of ghostly aura exuding thick black smoke.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what are you doing?"
Wu Yazi asked Shen Luo with a puzzled look on his face.
Shen Luo did not answer his words, but took out the spirit beast bag he was carrying and gently clapped the spirit beast bag in his hand. A white afterimage flashed out of the spirit beast bag and landed on the ground in front of his feet.
Seeing a small beast with white and snow-white hair appearing in front of Shen Luo's feet, Wu Yazi was shocked and said: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, you actually raised a spiritual beast!"
Standing next to Wu Ya Zi, the middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming was also shocked, but Ye Mei, a woman in red, looked at the little beast with eyes full of joy and said with a smile: "What a cute little beast. .”
Xiaobai, the ghost beast, appeared in front of Shen Luo's heels. He was very happy and kept rubbing his head against Shen Luo's trousers, which looked very cute.
Shen Luo chuckled, squatted down and touched its head, communicating with the ghost beast Xiaobai with his mind.
Xiao Bai, the ghost beast, understood this and rubbed his head against Shen Luo's palm again. He gave a soft cry to him and turned to face the ghost in the spherical shape.
He raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, his body grew several times larger in the blink of an eye, and he opened his mouth to suck in the ghosts crazily.
Shen Luo cooperated with Xiaobai, the ghost beast, to pinch out a few magic formulas to help it refine and absorb these ghosts.
After half a cup of tea, Xiaobai, the ghost beast, burped, and suddenly shrunk in size and returned to its original cute appearance.
The little guy approached Shen Luo again, rubbed his head against Shen Luo's trousers, and conveyed his thoughts to Shen Luo with his heart.
Understanding the little guy's thoughts, Shen Luo put it into the spirit beast bag with a wave of his hand and let the little guy slowly refine the ghost in his belly.
Witnessing the Sinking Spirit Beast's unique ability to devour ghosts, Wu Yazi's eyes widened and he sighed: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, what kind of spirit beast are you? It can actually devour ghosts and ghosts for food."
"It's nothing, it's just an ordinary ghost beast." Shen Luo said nonchalantly.
Hearing this name, the middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming was like a thunderbolt from the blue. He hesitated and stammered in excitement, "What? Fellow Daoist Jiang, Yin, Yin, Yin Soul Beast?"
Wu Yazi: "Fellow Daoist Shangguan, is there anything wrong with Daoist Jiang's spiritual beast Yinhun Beast?"
"hiss…"
"That's so wrong!"
"Fellow Taoist Wuyazi, don't you know that the spiritual beast mentioned by Taoist Jiang is not an ordinary spiritual beast, but a strange spiritual beast naturally born from heaven and earth, the ghost beast!" The middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming looked crazy and excited. said.
"Uh...heaven...heaven and earth...spirits that are born naturally...spiritual beasts?"
Wuyazi was dumbfounded and stuttered for a while.
"This ghost beast is not only a monster naturally born from heaven and earth, but also likes to devour ghosts and filthy things. It is the nemesis of all evil ghosts."
