As night falls, a blood moon hangs again under the dark sky, exuding a strange luster.
Cheng Ling woke up from meditation, stood up, and thought to himself: "It went smoothly than expected. His consciousness has been completely restored. In a few days, the immortal essence will be restored to its original state."
Feeling the full vitality in his body and the surging immortal energy as vast as the sea, Cheng Ling couldn't help but have a trace of satisfaction on his lips.
After a month of nursing and repair, his cultivation level has basically returned to the early stage of the Immortal Emperor. If he meets the Phantom again at this time, he will only be ready to be slaughtered!
However, in order not to cause Lotte's misunderstanding, he still maintained the aura around the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal Stage. There was no way, their strength increased too fast, and they were afraid that they would suspect that they had deliberately concealed their strength in order to get close to Cui Yiyi, and had no other agenda.
Of course, when the time comes, Cheng Ling will tell the truth.
But it doesn't work now. He knows nothing about the Netherworld, and according to what the guards said, there are harsh conditions required to enter the Netherworld, so following Lotte and others is undoubtedly the best choice.
As for the dangers that may arise on the road, or being regarded as a thorn in the side of Cui Yiyi's enemies, he doesn't care. As long as he can enter the underworld, find the ghost-hand doctor and revive Qingyi, all this is nothing.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
At this moment, black spots suddenly appeared on the dark sky, gathering under the blood moon. They were so densely packed that no less than a thousand of them had gathered in just a few breaths.
Looking carefully, it turned out to be a fierce ghost wearing a blood robe, with a pale face and red eyes. In the center, there is a huge bloody skull suspended.
The skull was crystal white, as big as a hill, and its teeth were as sharp as an upright long sword. And where the pair of eyes were, there were two green will-o'-the-wisps burning. The flames shot into the sky, dyeing the void into a miserable mess. Green fire.
As soon as it appeared under the sky, thousands of blood-robed fierce ghosts kowtowed and worshiped it. They all let out a mysterious and sharp "Jie Jie" cry from their mouths, stirring up the heaven and earth, which was extremely frightening.
"A group of ghosts worshiping the moon! God, how is this possible? Could it be that the City of Wasted Death really collapsed like this?"
Lotte's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and he quickly sent a message with his spiritual mind: "Quick! Concentrate your aura quickly and be on full alert!"
The guards looked stern and stood guard in the center of the bronze treasure chariot. There was a look of panic on their faces that was hard to erase.
Ghosts worship the moon!
Even in this bloody basin, such visions are extremely rare, because it is a sign of great disaster! According to rumors, when a group of ghosts appear to worship the moon, it often means that a ghost king is about to be born, and in the Netherworld, the strength of the ghost king is often above the Immortal King stage!
This is just its strength. The most important thing is that every time a ghost king appears, it means that another huge disaster has occurred in the Netherworld!
This is like a sign, which has been spread in the underworld since ancient times. There is a saying that "when the ghost king appears, disaster will occur".
"Such a surging power of the underworld, is this the Ghost King?" Cheng Ling narrowed his eyes and stared at the huge mountain-like skull on the far distant sky, secretly surprised in his heart.
During the month he spent with Lotte and others, he had a general understanding of the power of the Netherworld. Like the hundreds of millions of beings in the Netherworld, the path of cultivation is actually no different from that in the human world, except that the attributes of the power they absorb are different.
These creatures in the underworld can also be trained to become immortals. Their peak strength is around the Celestial Realm, and they are called fifth-level ghost soldiers. After crossing the Celestial Realm, they can be extradited to the Immortal Realm, but you can also continue to stay in the Nether Realm.
Above the ghost soldiers are ghost generals, ghost commanders, ghost kings, and ghost emperors. Each realm corresponds to the immortal world's cultivation system. Over there, the ghost general level corresponds to Luo Tianshangxian and Daluo Jinxian, and the ghost commander level corresponds to Jiutian Xuanxian and Xianjun. , and the Ghost King corresponds to the Immortal King and Immortal Emperor. As for the Ghost Emperor, he is at least above the Immortal Lord.
The Nether World does not differentiate the small realms by the beginning, middle, end, and perfection like the Immortal Realm, but like the Star Realm, it is divided into star levels. That is, the one-star ghost king, the two-star ghost king...and so on.
Generally speaking, because the life forms of the Nether World are very different from those of the immortal world, many ghosts and ghosts are unwilling to go to the Immortal World. Moreover, in the Nether World, there are many evil spirits, evil ghosts, evil spirits, and evil spirits. These ghosts were originally supposed to be there. Being cast into the six realms of reincarnation and reincarnated.
However, now, with the chaos in the Netherworld, the Huangquan Palace, Mengpo Palace, Ten Halls of Yama, Six Daosi and other institutions in the Netherworld are fighting against each other, fighting for power and profit, causing the entire Netherworld to be in chaos.
There is no one to restrain and extradite these evil spirits, so they have become a scourge in the Netherworld. If they are allowed to develop, it will even affect the pattern of the entire Netherworld!
Like now, due to the mysterious disappearance of King Ksitigarbha, the "City of Undeserved Death", which suppresses the most unjust souls and ghosts in the Netherworld, has been in chaos. The ghosts trapped in it have been escaping and running away, and it has long become an empty city.
Of course, the fact that ghosts are raging and innocent souls are escaping does not mean that the power of the underworld is weak.
On the contrary, the foundation of the Netherworld Underworld is ridiculously strong. The big figures who sit in it are all ghost emperor-level beings, such as the leader of the Six Daosi Division of the Underworld, King Yama of the Ten Palaces, the Lord of the Meng Po Palace, the Huangquan Emperor who controls the Huangquan Road, the Underworld Zao and so on.
It's a pity that these big shots have no time to pay attention to the chaos in the Netherworld. Instead, they focus on fighting for power and gain, which has led to the current chaotic situation.
Bang bang bang...
At this time, green ghost fires emerged from the thousands of blood-clothed ghosts in the sky, burning themselves. Their entire bodies collapsed one after another, turning into wisps of abundant nether power and shooting towards the huge skull mouth in the center. Go in.
It felt like making a sacrifice.
Use your own strength to sacrifice to that skull.
At the same time, a thick bloody light beam emerged from the bloody moon in the sky and poured directly into the huge skeleton.
In just an instant, the entire world was surging with blood-colored ghostly power like a stormy sea, and the center of that power was the skull.
It is absorbing this power and is undergoing an astonishing transformation!
"No! This ghost king is too violent. He actually wants to sacrifice his subordinates to complete his transformation overnight! Quick, take this opportunity to leave here. When his transformation is successful, we will all become his sacrifices!"
Lotte's face had become extremely gloomy and solemn. With a quick command, he led a group of people and flew towards the distance at full speed to leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible.
Everyone was aware of the crisis of the situation at hand. They pursed their lips tightly and guarded the bronze chariot carrying Cui Huayi and Qingyi, flying at full speed silently.
Because they left in such a hurry, no one noticed that Cheng Ling was missing from the team.
"Look at the ghost king's aura. It's almost like the Immortal King. He is a four-star ghost king. This transformation may lead to a five-star ghost king. Take this opportunity to kill him and make a sacrifice to the Netherworld. Otherwise, you will leave this blood Dry Basin, I’m afraid I’ll never have this kind of opportunity again.”
Cheng Ling stopped, glanced in the distance in the direction where Letian and others left, and then shifted his gaze to the sky.
With his current strength, he is enough to fight against the Ghost King in the Immortal Emperor Stage.
Um?
However, at this moment, he seemed to notice something, frowned slightly, and disappeared in a flash.
Just when Cheng Ling had just concealed his whereabouts, a huge dark shadow flew silently from the dark horizon in the far distance, covering the sky and the earth. The black shadow covering the sky was very fast and arrived here in an instant.
It was a bronze coffin that was ten feet long, black and cold with a metallic luster. However, at this time, the coffin was surrounded by a surging black ghost mist, making it look menacing.
Cheng Ling narrowed his eyes and recognized immediately that this coffin he had seen before was the ghost that absorbed the power of the blood moon in the Blood Withered Basin.
According to his estimation, the fierce ghosts among them were almost as good as the five-star ghost kings.
But why does this bronze coffin appear here again?
As soon as this idea came to Cheng Ling's mind, a rough and sharp roar suddenly came from the sky: "Bai Yu! Are you going to ruin my good deeds!"
The sound was like thunder, stirring the night sky.
It was coming from that huge mountain-like snow-white cave. Its pupils were burning with pale green will-o'-the-wisps, making it look extremely terrifying.
Cheng Ling immediately understood that the owner of the bronze coffin was just trying to destroy the opportunity for the skull to transform. The difference between the four-star and the five-star, according to the realm of immortality, is almost the same as that of the Immortal King and the Immortal Emperor. No wonder there is such a big commotion.
But now, judging from the posture, there will definitely be a fight between the two ghost kings.
Realizing this, Cheng Ling remained silent for the time being and watched coldly.
At this time, the bronze coffin suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the coffin lid opened silently. First, a pair of slender, white palms were revealed, as if they were carved from mutton fat and jade, beautiful and flawless.
They are obviously just an opponent, but they exude a fatal temptation.
"Ye Xiao, you stole my Blood Underworld Pearl while I was in seclusion, and you still wanted to be promoted to the Five-Star Ghost King? If you hadn't made too much noise, I'm afraid you would have succeeded."
A low voice with a hint of hoarseness came from the bronze coffin. Following the sound, a woman bathed in blue flames stretched her graceful figure and stood up.
She has smooth black hair that hangs down around her waist. She is wearing a dark blue dress with a wide hem and a ruffled pattern. Her eyebrows are picturesque, cold and beautiful. Only the pair of cherry lips were pale, with no trace of blood visible.
Such a beautiful woman exudes a pleasing elegance in every move she makes, like a young lady born into a noble family. Unless she walked out of the cold, dark bronze coffin, Cheng Ling wasn't even sure that the other person would be a ghost!
"Hmph, the Blood Nether Pearl is a rare thing in the world. It can be obtained by those who are destined to get it. How could it be yours? Bai Yu, please leave quickly. If I succeed in the promotion this time, I will leave the Blood Dry Basin and never compete with you again. ,how?"
The skeleton known as Night Owl snorted coldly. As he spoke, his whole body was burning with green will-o'-the-wisps, as if he was seizing the time to refine the power of the ghosts' sacrifices.
"I have been cultivating in this bloody basin for thousands of years. Everyone in the Netherworld knows that everything here belongs to me. You are lending me your precious land to practice. I am too lazy to talk to you, but you actually dare to get your hands on something you shouldn't get. Things, then don’t blame me for being rude!”
