Chapter 1508 The Netherworld Ghost Treasure Reappears

Ye Ling took it, holding the magic inkstone in one hand and a red pen in the other. It is said that the inkstone can determine the world, and the pen can judge life and death. Dip the magic inkstone and try to make a stroke in the air!

Wherever the black energy passed, the ghost cultivators were instantly corroded, as if their souls were burning, and a large cloud of black mist instantly exploded!

At this moment, the other ghost cultivators were horrified and subconsciously retreated.

"Why do his pens and inkstones look so familiar? Could it be that they were the treasures of Judge Cui, the deputy cave master back then!"

"That's right! It's Lord Ghost Judge's treasure that has actually fallen into the hands of this person. It must be snatched back! The treasure of our Netherworld Cave must not be taken away by outsiders!"

These ghost cultivators recognized the ink brush and magic inkstone of the Netherworld Ghost Judge, and they all rushed towards Ye Ling with murderous intent.

Ye Ling was not very familiar with these two magic weapons at first. The Soul of the Stone Beast and the Soul of the Pen inside were sealed by Zixuan and fell into a deep sleep.

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But seeing more and more ghost cultivators gathered, Ye Ling had no choice but to draw ink strokes vertically and horizontally. The black air was lingering, and the ghost cultivators were corroded when they touched it, hurting their souls. In the blink of an eye, they turned into black mist and disappeared into ashes.

Later, Ye Ling's writing became more and more fluent, and he used it more and more smoothly. He killed these ghost cultivators and fled in panic, almost gaining an overwhelming advantage!

At the same time, Ye Ling also understood why Deputy Cave Master Cui was called the Ghost Judge of the Netherworld. It turned out that his most precious magic inkstone and red pen were specially designed to restrain ghosts and had a strong corrosive effect on the soul.

When Wang Shiyuan, Liang Yuzhu, Lu Binglan and others saw this situation, their morale was greatly boosted and they chased them everywhere.

In the end, it was Han Wanrong who reminded: "Don't chase after the poor! Beware of ghost cultivators and ambushes. It's important for us to enter the formation! Snow Wolf, come back!"

Although the snow wolf's eyes were red from the killing, when he heard his master shouting, he still trotted back all the way, and his red wolf eyes turned soft and clear.

Ye Ling looked at the direction in which the ghost cultivators were fleeing, and put away the magic inkstone and the ink pen. The remaining ghost cultivators in the Netherworld Cave who were killed in this battle were frightened, all thanks to these two magic weapons of the Netherworld Ghost Judge.

Zixuan said leisurely: "Master, how are you? My disciple did a good job in the sacrifice! Especially this square inkstone. When I was grinding it, I added a few heart-breaking grass juice venom and soul-eating flower juice to supplement it. It is because of the spirit of the fairy spirit that is integrated into the inkstone that it has such great power."

Ye Ling nodded: "That's it! The black air drawn out by me is sometimes a bit of green and green, sometimes mixed with some red and red colors."

Zixuan smiled and said: "This is all due to Master's teachings. I will refine the poisonous elixir to use it to refine the magic weapon."

While the two were talking, everyone returned in triumph. Wang Shiyuan and Liang Yuzhu were still packing up the wishful bags and ghost weapons left by the ghost cultivators. Even if some of them were damaged, Liang Yuzhu was not willing to throw them away.

The little Taoist boy Yunxiu praised: "Thanks to Senior Brother Su's sharp eyes, he saw through the hiding place of these ghost cultivators and killed them! No wonder the god accepted you as a registered disciple, but refused to accept me as a disciple."

Han Wanrong smiled and said, "That's because you are stupid in nature and unwilling to practice hard. You are still timid. You get frightened when you encounter ghost cultivators. You hide behind the crowd and throw magic talismans. You are far less brave than my snow wolf!"

While talking, Xue Lang continued to cooperate, wagging his tail in an arrogant manner, as if he was dissatisfied with Yun Xiu's performance.

Yun Xiu coughed dryly: "You can't say that. It's obvious that our brothers at Yuheng Villa were afraid that something would happen to me and protected me. Okay! After driving away the ghost cultivators, everyone enters the formation! Teleport back to the front mountain. We still need to be more vigilant, who knows what the situation is like in the front mountain?"