Cheng Ling keenly felt that what the ghost Taoist was talking about was not a Yin spirit, but a Yin soul. After pondering for a while, he asked: "May I ask Lord Ghost, what is the difference between this ghost and a ghost?"
The ghost Taoist explained: "The Yin spirits are just the first to enter the underworld after the death of all things in the world. They still retain a trace of consciousness during their lifetime, and the power of Yin and cold has not been fully transformed in their bodies. Therefore, their sanity is not high, and their cultivation is generally biased. Low."
"But Yin Hun is different. They have been cultivating in the underworld for tens of millions of years, and have long since completely transformed the fairy spirit power in their bodies. In the Netherworld, the power of Yin and Cold is the foundation of cultivation. Here, only the power of Yin and Cold is the king. . Furthermore, after so many years of evolution, their sanity has long been perfected, and they are no different from ordinary human monks!"
Cheng Ling suddenly realized that the enemy he was facing was not only powerful, but also not much different from humans in intelligence. I can no longer control it as easily as before. In other words, he was facing almost monks from the Nine-Star Earth Immortal Realm or even the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
Although it may be very dangerous, it can only be done for Yang Hongqiu. He said flatly: "Junior agreed!"
The ghost Taoist nodded appreciatively and said: "Okay, for a period of three months, here is the information about those ghosts. As long as you capture them all, I will fulfill my promise."
Cheng Ling bowed and said, "Thank you, senior. Master's injury cannot be delayed any longer. I will leave now!"
After saying that, he went straight back to the main hall and called Su Yi, and the three of them left.
After leaving the palace, Su Yicai asked softly: "Brother Cheng, I want to ask about the whereabouts of the herbs."
"Well, I only know the whereabouts of the Resurrection Grass. As for the Yin Yang Grass, we must first help the Ghost Taoist catch ten ghosts. We will search along the water of the Forgotten River. After completing the task, we will come back for advice."
"Ghosts? Are they those ghosts?"
"You can say that, but the ghost is much more powerful than ordinary ghosts, so you have to be careful when the time comes."
Su Yi nodded silently, and the three of them walked upstream along the Wangchuan River.
The Water of Lethe is a tributary of the River Styx and is very large. The river is so wide that you can't see the edge at a glance. Like the Styx, the color of the river gradually deepens from the shore to the center, turning into a deep black.
Along the way, the two of them spread their spiritual consciousness to the maximum, searching for traces of the Resurrection Grass everywhere. Unfortunately, after walking for a long time, Cheng Ling was silent for a moment and found out that one of the ghosts was in a valley next to the river bank.
In this case, it is better to go take a look first and complete the tasks entrusted by the other party as soon as possible. At that moment, he changed direction and walked into the valley on the side.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the outskirts of the valley and saw many ghosts and ghosts here and there! The two of them didn't want to cause trouble, so they avoided the ghosts and headed deeper into the valley.
After walking like this for another hour, the scene in front of me suddenly became gloomy. The cold air in the air is even richer, several times more than outside.
Cheng Ling carefully approached the depths of the valley and soon saw a cave on the other side of the valley. Before he could reach the cave, a voice came from inside: "Who is disturbing my practice!"
Suddenly, a burst of extremely cold Yin Qi hit his face, and then, a ten-foot-tall ghost with black chains all over his body walked out of the cave and looked at Cheng Ling and the others coldly.
Cheng Ling didn't say anything, just pointed two fingers, and two lightning arcs struck. The ghost was frightened. The opponent was definitely not a monk from Fengdu Continent. But I have lived in Fengdu Continent for thousands of years, and I have never seen a human monk coming!
But now is not the time for him to pursue it. The opponent's fierce attack is coming, you can't sit still and wait for death! As soon as he raised his right hand, the chains tied to his body moved, forming a chain cage from the void and covering Cheng Ling.
"What! Nebula chains?" Cheng Ling was frightened and almost cried out. This ghost is fine. The chains on his body are used in this way. But it was unlucky for him to encounter him. No matter how much he played with the chains, Cheng Ling just kept hitting the Seal Jue in his hand.
The next moment, dark thunderclouds covered the sky above the two of them, and lightning bolts as thick as a thumb struck down from the dark clouds.
Yinhun yelled that it was bad luck, his chains couldn't trap the other party's body at all. Not only that, these lightning strikes on the chain are also transmitted to himself, and waves of numbness come over him, which makes him feel like he's dying!
Cheng Linghao didn't stop. Heavenly Thunder Technique, Earthly Thunder Technique, Demonic Thunder Technique, Dou Lei Technique, and various thunder spells continued to bombard the past, and soon a fine thunder grid was laid in the valley.
Yinhun complained repeatedly, but the skills were incompatible. Even though he and Cheng Ling had similar cultivation levels, he was still suppressed and beaten. In desperation, he opened his mouth wide and a violent roar echoed in the valley.
Su Yi glanced at the side, and his expression changed when he saw the scene in front of him, and said: "Brother Cheng, it's not good, he is summoning other Yin spirits to come and help."
Of course Cheng Ling knew, but he had no time to distract himself from maintaining the suppression of the ghost. He could only hope that the other party wouldn't last long. I just didn't expect that the Yin spirits in the valley would come very quickly. Suddenly, a large group of Yin spirits rushed in from the outside, densely blocking the exits.
Cheng Ling was startled and turned around to look. Su Yi was seen fighting with those Yin spirits, while Yang Hongqiu was placed on the stone wall at the edge of the valley, blocking attacks from three directions alone.
"Hmph! Boy, you and I have no grievances and want to be the lackeys of the Ghost Taoist. This is an example!"
Cheng Ling's eyes narrowed, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. As long as you kill the ghosts in front of you, the other ghosts won't matter. He connected his fingers, and several large lightning strikes fell from the sky.
The ghost was frightened, and hurriedly wrapped the chains in his hands into a dense network above his head, and used the Thunderbolt Technique to blast the giant chain network, canceling out most of its power. Yinhun's figure flashed, and he escaped the purple thunder and lightning bombardment in several leaps. He almost survived!
He moved and came to Cheng Ling's side in an instant. The thunder cultivator was too terrifying. He must not let the opponent launch attacks from a long distance and must entangle him. Of the remaining two monks, one is not very high in cultivation and the other seems to be in a coma. Those Yin spirits will definitely be able to capture him quickly.
Cheng Ling was anxious. If he continued to be entangled like this, he didn't know when he would be able to get out. Besides, Su Yi and Yang Hongqiu couldn't hold on for long when faced with so many ghosts.
As soon as he changed his finger skills, the fairy spiritual power in his body circulated crazily, and a trace of cold air filled the whole body. He flicked his two fingers together, and hundreds of ice needles appeared instantly. Every time one popped out, dozens of Yin spirits died.
The ghost was startled and roared again, summoning the ghosts outside to surround him. He chased Cheng Ling closely to prevent him from having more space to cast his spells.
In less than a moment, more and more Yin spirits poured into the valley. Su Yi struggled to resist them. In desperation, he could only retreat back. There was only a foot of room in front of him to move. Yang Hongqiu behind him was still unconscious. Not awake.
A thought flashed through my mind: Are the three of me going to die here?
At this moment, a sharp sword light fell from the sky. The next moment, Su Yi had a three-foot-long dragon-shaped sword inserted in front of him, with traces of purple thunder emitting from the long sword.
Cheng Ling's figure flashed, and he broke away from the entanglement of the ghost, no longer daring to preserve his strength. In the special environment of the Netherworld, the only option is to use the Dragon Ling Sword. This sword has reached the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon, and it has a strong restraint effect on evil spirits.
Moreover, he also learned an extremely powerful thunder sword technique from Jinye. This sword technique is named Tianlei Sword Technique. For the Leilinggen monks, it is an extremely powerful offensive sword technique. A few leapt through the dense circle of Yin spirits and stopped in front of Su Yi and Yang Hongqiu.
Su Yi was shocked. He didn't expect Cheng Ling to hide such a long sword. Judging from the aura emanating from the long sword, it is absolutely extraordinary. However, his shock came too early. When Cheng Ling used his sword technique, the Yin spirits surrounding him were killed one by one, and a ten-foot-wide open space was quickly cleared in front of him.
Yes, after many years of enlightenment, Cheng Ling's swordsmanship has reached the peak of the third level of the Heart Sword, and the swordsmanship restricted area has expanded from seven feet to ten feet! All Yin spirits within ten feet will die if touched.
In the end, Cheng Ling still used the swordsmanship he was good at to fight against the enemy. Firstly, the ghost had extremely strong melee combat capabilities; secondly, with the thunder swordsmanship and the dragon feather sword, he could fight even against the Holy Lord.
The Yin spirits in front fell down one after another like wheat, and each Yin spirit turned into a shining ball of light after death. Su Yi knew that these were the living souls of Yin spirits, which was exactly what Yang Hongqiu needed.
He followed Cheng Ling and kept collecting the souls. In less than a moment, he got more than a thousand souls.
The killing continued, and waves of Yin spirits were killed, but there were so many Yin spirits in the valley, as if there was an endless supply. After a batch was emptied, they were immediately replenished, and they kept coming towards her.
A cold light suddenly appeared in Cheng Ling's eyes. He pointed his fingers, and the Dragon Ling Sword was suspended in mid-air. Then the finger gestures changed, and the long sword was pulled toward the sky and slowly rose. Every time it rose a certain distance, the thunder and lightning power emitted by the sword became more intense. dense.
This kind of thunder and lightning is not a simple thunder and lightning. It not only integrates the artistic conception of the three pure gods, but also includes the sword intention. The thunder and lightning is violent, sharp, and can penetrate everything, and a large number of Yin spirits die!
In just one hour, tens of thousands of Yin spirits died under Cheng Ling's sword. He kept taking out the spirit recovery elixir from the ring to replenish the consumed fairy spirit power. If the Netherworld had a certain influence on him, it was that the fairy spirit power in the void was extremely thin and difficult to replenish. He could only rely on the power of the elixir.
But even so, Yin spirits were still killed in large numbers. Later, those Yin spirits were all afraid, but they just surrounded Cheng Ling and the others from a distance, and no longer dared to attack easily.
Cheng Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and with a sweep of his consciousness, the long sword suspended in the air drew a strange arc, heading towards the ghost to kill him.
This time, he was not afraid that the ghost would engage in close combat again, but rather wished for it.
"Qiang!"
The dragon feather sword and the chain collided hard, but the opponent's chain was not cut off, but the ghost was also pushed back by the powerful impact!
