Even though they had imagined that the underground palace would not be too peaceful, some monks couldn't help but cursed when they saw such a ghostly scene in the underworld.
Who could have known that this powerful cave could actually hide a world full of ghosts? Looking at the degree of death energy accumulated here, it is not difficult to guess that these ghosts have been wandering there for thousands of years. , they feed on the dead energy day and night. Even though they are not as nourished as living flesh and blood, they cannot bear to do this year after year. They have been devouring the dead energy until today. You can imagine how difficult it is to deal with them.
While he was sizing up the nearby ghosts, a embarrassed figure was already staggering towards Zhao Chun. This man's expression was extremely frightened. His robes had been torn to pieces by ghosts, revealing several bloody wounds. Purple-black pus dripped from his skin, emitting bursts of fishy odor. It must have been severe pain that made this man's face distorted. .
Zhao Xuan took a closer look and saw seven or eight ferocious ghosts following him. Judging from his appearance, his fangs were protruding and his cheeks were sunken, as if there was no flesh and blood under the skin. They were all green and black in color, and their limbs were stiff but evasive. Move like the wind. The eyes on his face had gone somewhere, leaving two dark holes that sent chills down one's spine.
Maybe he saw someone here, so the monk hurried over and shouted: "Friend Taoist, save me, Taoist friend, save me!"
Regardless of whether Zhao Chun and the other two could deal with the seven or eight ghosts, this person wanted to throw the threat behind him onto Zhao Chun and Wang Fuxun, thinking that the ghosts were unconscious and once they started fighting for food, it would be difficult to take care of those around them. He just took this opportunity to get rid of the entanglement and find a way to leave this place full of ghosts.
Seeing the ghost approaching, Zhao Chun had no reason to let it go. She glanced at the young Taoist coldly, and the next moment she picked up the long sword and killed him. She raised the sword and dropped it, and a ghost's head fell. It slipped from his neck and hit the ground with a bang!
When Wang Fuxun saw Zhao Shun take action, he immediately took out a short blade with a handle about one palm long. There was a sharp cold light on both ends of the short blade. When it shot out, it spun like a flywheel, as fast as thunder, and almost turned into an afterimage. When he passed by a ghost, he cut off half of its head with the blade wind!
The two of them fought among seven or eight ghosts, but it was not as tragic as the young Taoist imagined. He has also fought against these ghosts, and he knows that they are extremely fast and carry strong corpse poison on their bodies. However, the most difficult thing to deal with is the extremely hard body of the ghosts. After wandering in the dead land for a long time, their flesh and blood have long since dried up and decayed, leaving only a skeleton as hard as gold and iron under their skin. With just a little force, they can tear the monk's Dantian and snatch away the true baby inside to gnaw on it.
The wounds on the young Taoist's body were caused by the sharp claws of the ghost. Unfortunately, his valuable robe could not withstand even one blow from the ghost!
However, the two people in front of them were as good at chopping melons and vegetables as they were chopping melons and vegetables. Their bones as hard as gold and iron, and their tough and unbreakable skin, which the young Taoist found difficult to deal with, were no hindrance to them. All I could see was a flash of cold light, and the ghost fell down like weeds behind the wind, never to be seen again.
After Zhao and Chun had killed all the nearby ghosts, he was overjoyed and went up to meet them. Without thinking, he said: "These two Taoist friends are really powerful, I am a poor Taoist——"
The words of self-introduction were stuck in his throat together with the idea of acquaintance and invitation in his heart. The young Taoist opened his eyes slightly, and in a daze, his head was flying up. He saw a column of blood on his neck, but he didn't know that Zhao How did Chun take action and why did he want to kill him?
"This man has bad intentions and deserves to be killed." Wang Fuxun frowned slightly, revealing the young Taoist's little thoughts.
After saying this, she turned to look at Zhao Shun, only to see that the other person's expression was indifferent. He didn't even glance at the corpse at his feet, nor did he echo her words. He just looked at the ghosts wandering in the miasma calmly and thoughtfully. : "That's how it is."
These ghosts looked extremely fierce, but in fact they were not as powerful as Zhao Chun thought. As long as it is a true infant monk with deeper magic power, he can be 70% to 80% sure of killing the ghosts. What he is afraid of is that the ghosts come in groups, making it difficult for a person to defeat four people with just one fist, just like this young Taoist who can fight alone. Fighting may not be inferior to ghosts, but once you are surrounded by many ghosts, it will be difficult to escape.
And if the true infant has cultivated the Dharmakaya, these ghosts will not be a threat. Not to mention killing one, but killing ten, killing a hundred is not a problem!
But that's not what she really cares about.
Knowing that this dead place has accumulated the death energy for thousands of years, it has raised a terrifying number of ghosts. However, none of them can be truly powerful, even surpassing the realm of true infants and becoming a human-made ghost. The timid corpse leader. It's no wonder that Zhao Chun thinks too much. The death energy before her is enough to make ten and a hundred corpse kings possible, but there is not one here.
If something so contrary to common sense had nothing to do with Huai Zun, Zhao Chun would not believe it.
Most of the ghosts she killed were not naked. On the contrary, most of these ghosts were wrapped in robes. Even though they had long lost their luster due to time, the exquisite patterns on the robes were still clearly visible. There is decay. Therefore, before they became ghosts, they were all living people. They were not born from the energy of death, but their bodies were eroded by the energy of death after death. Therefore, their bones were so hard that ordinary monks could not withstand them.
Today's underground palace was once the personal cave of Huai Zun, so it is very likely that these fallen people were buried together in it when Huaizun was about to fall.
Zhao Shun had never experienced the catastrophe of ten thousand years ago, but he had also heard that the land in the south of the border was devastated by this. Countless ancestors came here and were finally buried here. Their bodies were not collected, so seven Bits and pieces are left in all directions. Just as the death brought by war brings disease, the death of a large number of monks will also cause the birth of ghosts and evil spirits.
The Ten Thousand Swords Alliance once purged the land south of the boundary after the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, in order to sweep away the aura of death and enable the living people to live in peace again.
Huai Zun may also be worried about this, so she sealed the fallen monks into the underground palace. Under the suppression of her and the seven disciples, these dead energy will not give birth to real corpse masters, and as the underground palace grows thousands of years later, Reappearing in the world, human monks like Zhao Chun who come for treasures will become the last link of the plan.
They will kill these ghosts so that they will never bring harm to the world. Even if the death energy will wake up the ghosts again and again, some people will enter the underground palace again and again until the death energy is exhausted and the old person can sleep forever.
