In just one month, Chu Feng added 30,000 ghosts to the Yuling Pagoda. Of course, most of them are wandering spirits and ghosts. There were only about five hundred stolen ghosts with owners. But the combat power of these five hundred ghosts far exceeds the sum of all the wandering souls.
"Where did uncle get such a treasure? This Royal Spirit Pagoda is truly heaven-defying."
"Holy Land of Divine Spring."
"Oh? Uncle has also entered the Holy Land of Divine Spring?"
Tang Wanxin nodded slightly.
"What sect is uncle in?"
Tang Wanxin didn't answer.
Chu Feng caught the subtle changes in Tang Wanxin's eyes. He knew there was something hidden here.
Ghost Saint was qualified to enter the Holy Land of Divine Spring back then, which shows how powerful his sect was. And Tang Wanxin is the only direct disciple of Ghost Sage, and Ghost Sage will not hide the details of her sect from her. However, this is the secret of his own sect, and Chu Feng is not in a position to ask in detail.
Chu Feng turned around and sighed: "It's a pity that this Yuling Tower can only collect ghosts, but can't really control them."
Tang Wanxin gave Chu Feng a hard look. "A magic weapon that can control tens of thousands of ghosts is called a magic weapon!"
Chu Feng smiled awkwardly.
In fact, the Spirit Control Tower is not completely incapable of driving ghosts, but the extent is limited. The longer the ghost is locked up in the Spirit Control Tower, the more fearful it becomes. The tower holder can take advantage of the ghost's fear and issue some simple attack commands to it.
It's just that once those ghosts leave the tower, they will definitely not want to return to the tower. After all, without a contract, those ghosts are ownerless. Is it really possible to make a contract with tens of thousands of ghosts? I'm afraid that when the real immortal sees those monks, he will have to take a detour.
"Uncle, you can get such a treasure just by entering the Holy Land of Divine Spring." Chu Feng thought thoughtfully.
Tang Wanxin said: "Are you moved? When the master entered the divine spring, he was still a low-level monk."
The higher your cultivation level, the greater the blessings you will receive. In other words, treasures such as the Yuling Pagoda are not considered high-level magic weapons in the Holy Land. Chu Feng was lying when he said he wasn't moved.
Suddenly, Chu Feng turned to stare at Tang Wanxin, his eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed.
"Uncle asked you to stay with me, is this the purpose?"
Tang Wanxin covered her mouth and smiled, "Did Master ask me to help you deal with those boring tokens of the Thirteen Halls? Aren't you a savior? If you don't have great fortune, how can you save the world?"
Chu Feng covered his face and let out a long breath.
He couldn't imagine when the Ghost Saint had planned this move for him. Maybe it was the moment when he entered the Thirteenth Hall for the first time? Maybe earlier...
Tang Wanxin guessed what Chu Feng was thinking, "Entering the Divine Spring during the transformation stage is the plan given to me by Master. I am just taking you along the way."
Chu Feng smiled bitterly. No matter what, his trip to the ghost world had another purpose - to enter the divine spring. It seems that this trip is not easy.
While they were talking, two monks dressed in black hurriedly came from a distance and headed straight for the old man's body.
The short-haired monk shouted: "Master. Master!"
The long-haired monk shouted: "Elder Yao!"
Obviously, these two corpse path monks learned about the old man's death through some means and came to find out.
At this time, the old man was completely naked. The ghost servant and the storage bag had long been taken away by Chu Feng. The body was also completely cold.
The short-haired monk gritted his teeth and said, "That ghost thief did something good again. My master is about to break through. How could that thief have the heart to attack him!"
The long-haired monk patted his shoulder and said, "Senior Brother Wang, please forgive me."
In the distance, Chu Feng couldn't help but secretly criticize the short-haired monk. People say that monks in the ghost world are inhumane, but today he met a low-level monk who was affectionate and righteous.
"Sorry? Why are you sorry! I have already done something in his retreat. If he succeeds in raising the level of the two ghost servants, they will be killed by the ghost servants. By then, those two ghost servants will be mine! Damn ghost thieves ruined my good deeds."
The long-haired monk immediately changed his words and said, "Senior Brother Wang is really good at it, but it's a pity that the ghost thief ruined the plan."
The short-haired monk snorted and released his ghost servant.
The ferocious ghost servant immediately pounced on the old man's body. I saw the old man's body decomposing at an extremely fast speed. He said calmly: "The old guy is dead and his body can't be wasted. Hey, junior brother, don't be polite, let the ghost servant come out and eat together."
The long-haired monk hesitated slightly, "If you do this, I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain to the leader when you go back, right?"
"Who do we in the ghost world answer to? Don't worry, just tell us when you get back that the old guy's body was destroyed by ghost thieves."
The long-haired monk stopped nagging and released his ghost servant. It's not that he covets Elder Yao's body, but he knows that if he doesn't join today, he will definitely lie here with Elder Yao.
But the long-haired monk still underestimated the ruthlessness of Senior Brother Wang. Now that he has told his secret, he has no intention of letting the insider leave alive.
The moment the long-haired monk's ghost servant pounced on the old man, the short-haired monk immediately took action. A flying sword flew quickly towards the long-haired monk. At the same time, the ghost servant of the short-haired monk suddenly turned over and opened his bloody mouth to swallow the ghost servant of the long-haired monk.
Although the sneak attack flying sword was fast, the long-haired monk was already on guard. He moved his steps and the flying sword flew past his neck. His ghost servant also showed his sharp fangs and bit the short-haired monk ghost servant's throat.
"Brother, why?"
The short-haired monk sneered: "Junior brother, the quality of your ghost servants is not low. Senior brother, I have been greedy for seeing it for a long time. Today we are ordered to come out together. Isn't this an opportunity for you and me to become one? Don't worry, your ghosts Servant and your body, senior brother, I will not waste a drop. I will ensure that they are handled cleanly."
The long-haired monk's eyes were stern: "Wang Zhuo, it's not that easy to kill me."
The two immediately started fighting to the death. In terms of cultivation, there is actually not much difference between the two.
The short-haired monks have the sixth level of Qi condensation, and the long-haired monks have the fifth level of Qi condensation. But the gap between the two ghost servants is huge.
In less than half a stick of incense, the ghost servant of the long-haired monk was bitten and bruised all over his body. The ghosts screamed again and again.
In the distance, the corners of Chu Feng's eyes couldn't help but beat a few times. He should not have intervened in the fight between the ghost world monks. But today he couldn't bear it anymore. He just didn't want to see the short-haired monk succeed.
Unexpectedly, Tang Wanxin took action before Chu Feng.
Chief Tang gently hooked his jade finger, and a pebble flew into her hand. She flicked her fingers and the pebbles immediately flew towards the short-haired monk.
For Wang Zhuo, the speed of the pebbles has reached an unimaginable level. He seemed to see a black spot approaching him. But there was no time to react. The next moment, Wang Zhuo's head exploded.
The long-haired monk was stunned. He didn't know what happened either. His opponent's brain blossomed without any warning.
