It was impossible not to move on, because what Senior Sister Zixue needed was in the deepest part of the underground palace.
The three of them re-armed themselves, holding the Soul-Calling Bell, Yanyang Magic Pearl, and Taomu Sword in their hands. Yang Zhen even took out a few third-level talismans, including a low-level third-level lightning talisman, which he used to cover his eyes.
The ghosts are tangible and insubstantial, and it is difficult to deal with them with ordinary methods. Using magic can shake the surrounding aura, thereby causing damage to them.
However, this generally only works on low-level ghosts. Yinhuns with Zifu strength, or even some foundation-building strength, will condense the Yinhua in their bodies to form ghost essence, and their bodies will become more solid, and their ability to resist the shock of this kind of spiritual energy will be greatly enhanced.
In addition, fire, lightning and other destructive spells can effectively kill them.
However, these talismans are not common in the market, and it took Yang Zhen a long time to accumulate some.
He handed these talismans to Zixue, and some second-level lightning and flame talismans were shared equally with Zhao Yue'er.
What resulted was Zixue's teasing look: "Yang Shitou, did you steal these talismans from the Liang Guo monks?"
"Of course." Yang Zhen said without blinking, "The people of Liang are very kind to me, haha!"
Zixue looked like a liar, turned to Zhao Yue'er and said, "Yue'er, you have to open your eyes wide, don't be deceived by this guy in the future!"
"Little Shitou will not lie to me!" Zhao Yuer held Yang Zhen's arm and defended without hesitation.
Zixue was choked to death, rolled her eyes, and was too lazy to pay attention to them.
This little episode relieved the little girl's nervousness a lot.
The three of them carefully stepped over the scattered corpses and walked forward step by step.
Yang Zhen was left at the end and continued to pick up rings, very busy.
In just half an hour, he had already harvested more than 300 rings. Not counting the magical tools, talismans and other items inside, the total value of the ring itself, plus thousands of high-grade spiritual stones, has exceeded 100 million spiritual stones.
One hundred million! The small goal that Yang Zhen had promised back then seemed to have been achieved so inadvertently.
He was both excited and frightened, and felt even more unreal.
Furthermore, with this 100 million, how can we make the little fairy grass take shape? The road ahead is still unclear.
Among these hundreds of rings, there is one with a space of one hundred cubic meters. It contains several fourth-level magic weapons and several rare fourth-level talismans. It is obvious that the original owner of this ring is a senior Jindan.
This confirmed Zixue's guess.
This Jindan senior's chest and abdomen were shattered by the shock. The death method was very similar to that of the original Zifu. Perhaps he died at the hands of the same person.
In the direction they were heading, there were traces of explosions and burnings from time to time, leaving some scattered ashes. The corpses and rings were gone, and it was unknown how many people died among them.
However, although the explosion was very strong, the damage to the bluestone floor was very slight, which shows that there should be a powerful formation protecting the place at that time.
To this day, this formation still seems to exist. Yang Zhen once took out a sharp sword and slashed it with all her strength. The bluestone ground was only broken an inch deep.
The three of them walked hundreds of feet deep into the underground palace, but did not encounter any harassment from ghosts along the way. Zixue stopped and frowned slightly:
"The ghosts are afraid of us. Every time we take a step forward, they take a step back."
"Isn't this bad?" Zhao Yuer said happily: "I don't want to fight with them, they are all pitiful women."
"That's not the case," Zixue explained: "After the death of these women, their consciousness has been annihilated, leaving only some instincts. Although their souls still exist, as far as they are concerned, they are already dead."
"The gate of this underground palace is now open. We can purify and eliminate them, but it will help these women reincarnate again. This is also a great meritorious deed for us."
Zhao Yue'er suddenly realized that although she still had sympathy and fear, her expression became firm.
"Moreover," Zixue said: "The thing I am looking for is at the end of the underground palace. In other words, we will run into these ghosts sooner or later."
"Instead of squeezing them together, and in the end we have to fight with them outnumbered, we might as well draw them out one by one and divide and conquer them. What do you two think?"
"good!"
…
The Yinhuns dare not approach them, and the biggest factor should be the Yanyang Magic Pearl. The ghosts have an instinctive fear of this white beam of light that is similar to sunlight.
Therefore, the three of them made adjustments again.
Zhao Yue'er was still fully armed and stayed at the end of the team, her jade hands slightly blocking the light of the magic bead.
Yang Zhen held the magic bead in her hand and did not move it for the time being. She was three feet in front of her, waiting for the opportunity to move.
Zixue put away the magic beads and stood ten feet in front of Yang Zhen, waiting patiently.
Without the restraint of the magic beads, the auras of the three strangers indeed attracted a group of ghosts.
After a few breaths, a gloomy cold wind seemed to blow from the depths of the underground palace, roaring in, mixed with countless cries and roars.
Feng Sheng came to Zixue in an instant. In the dim light, a black mist surrounded her. In the black mist, ferocious and terrifying faces appeared from time to time, with their bloody mouths wide open, biting fiercely at her.
Immediately, the continuous popping sounds of "Pap Pap Pap Pap" were heard, and the ghosts were all thrown away by bursts of blue light emitting from Zixue's robes, but they were unable to do anything to her at all.
"Okay!" Zhao Yue'er encouraged secretly from a distance.
Despite this, Zixue did not just let the ghost attack. In the underground palace, she saw a stunning beauty in a moon-white coat and skirt, holding a peach wood sword, dancing in the black mist like a butterfly piercing flowers.
At the same time, another jade hand grasped the soul-catching bell, and a pleasant sound sounded. The black mist shook endlessly, and from time to time, black light shot out and was frightened into the bell.
The wooden sword stabbed back and forth countless times in the black mist in an instant. Every time it stabbed with a sword light, the black mist became darker, and finally almost turned into a layer of white mist, and then disappeared.
All the roars and screams disappeared.
Zixue put away the peach wood sword and the soul-catching bell, her breath was calm, she turned back to look at the two junior brothers and sisters, and smiled slightly:
"What will be eliminated in this wave are the lowest-level ghosts, who were only practicing Qi during their lifetime."
"These ghosts only have some of their most primitive instincts left, so they swarm in at the slightest stimulation of the human atmosphere."
"Those who are above the level of Qi training still retain some of their wisdom in life and know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. It will not be easy to attract them as before."
…
A few drops of blood fell on an open jade plate.
The wound on Yang Zhen's arm healed, and she looked at the two women beside her and smiled.
He is a man, full of masculinity, and has always insisted on exercising. His blood and spiritual power are full, and he has a great temptation for ghosts.
But this time, after witnessing the battle between Zixue and Yinhun, he was eager to give it a try and planned to join it.
Of course, another reason is Yiyi's bewitchment.
"There are so many soul fragments, they can greatly strengthen my soul!"
"Can you swallow ghosts?" Yang Zhen was surprised.
"I don't eat those filthy and evil things," the little fairy grass said arrogantly: "After I use lightning to purify it, what's left will be pure soul energy, good stuff!"
Soul element exists in soul fragments, but is purer than the latter. It is the basis of the soul, similar to flesh and blood for humans.
The stronger the ghost is, the more soul energy it has. When the soul energy accumulates to a certain level, the Yin Soul will instinctively condense it into ghost energy, thus making great progress in cultivation.
As the ghost essence further solidifies, the ghost's body will gradually materialize, consciousness will be reborn, and even some of the previous memories will be retrieved. At this time, it can be called ghost cultivation.
However, this last step requires some special conditions, or the monk has been proficient in the art of souls during his lifetime, otherwise it will be difficult to evolve to this step.
This underground palace does not have such an environment.
Therefore, the soul element is to the cultivation of the soul, just like the spiritual energy is to the monks. It's just that it's difficult for ordinary monks to absorb soul essence.
Of course Yiyi is not an ordinary monk.
"Why didn't you participate just now?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.
"I called Youyou," Xiao Xiancao said a little depressed: "That lazy thing has been sleeping. I called her many times before she woke up."
"Youyou woke up?" Yang Zhen was overjoyed.
"Well," Xiao Xiancao said happily: "The soul element is also useful to her."
They are really good sisters who share blessings!
PS: The original plan was to have one big chapter, so let’s divide it into two chapters.
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