King Linchuan took the soil and said, "It's the soil in the ghost mist."
The soil infected by the ghost mist also has the quality of covering up the spirit god. Although it is thin, it does have the aura of ghost mist.
King Linchuan said happily: "It seems that the great immortal has entered the ghost mist."
Immortal Jinting nodded and said: "Yes, I found your five Yin generals, found the Juliu tribe's station, and pursued them into the ghost mist."
"But the ghost mist isolates the spirits and covers my eyes. In the vast world, I cannot find the Ghost King of Juliubu. So I came back to ask you if there are any old things of his that can be used as a basis so that I can find him. And Or is there any way to contact him so that I can rescue him?"
"Otherwise, it would take me three to five years to find the Juliu Department alone in the ghost fog."
King Linchuan said: "I was negligent, please wait a moment."
He hurriedly left the underground river and went to the ground.
The Great Immortal of Jinting sat down next to King Tonghui and said, "Thank you for your help, King Tonghui."
King Tong Hui opened his eyes and said: "I asked you to do this, how can I ignore you. How do you feel when you go to the underworld?"
Jin Ting Daxian felt very cordial, a bit like a fish in water.
But naturally this cannot be said to King Tonghui, so he said: "The two realms of yin and yang are indeed very different. When the soul enters the underworld, it only feels cold, and it gets colder and colder. If I hadn't practiced Taiyin intensively, it would be really difficult."
King Tonghui said: "There are great taboos about yin and yang, and the limits of life and death. How difficult it is to be detached from the outside world."
The Great Immortal of Jinting smiled and said: "Your Majesty, your Taoism is profound now, your supernatural powers are vast, you are favored by all peoples, and you have already escaped the cycle of life and death. Why do you feel so emotional?"
King Tong Hui laughed loudly and said: "It's not as easy as you said. I have never escaped from the cycle of life and death. If this plan can come true, there may be such an opportunity, but now..."
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He shook his head slightly.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting said with emotion: "With my practice, I don't know when and what month I will have this opportunity."
King Tong Hui looked at him, with a bewildering tone in his voice, and said: "There will be one, and it won't be far away."
The Great Immortal of Jinting heard the song and understood its elegant meaning, and bowed his hands in salute to show his respect.
While the two were talking, King Linchuan had already hurried back, carrying a gold pendant, as round as a pill, and said: "Great Immortal, there is a plague miasma pill hidden in this golden pill. It comes from the ghost king of Juliu tribe." Hand, using this as a support, you can find the Ghost King."
Immortal Jin Ting took the golden pill and wanted to open it to take a look, but was immediately stopped by King Linchuan, saying: "Immortal, please do not open it. This elixir is very powerful. Even if a practitioner is contaminated with the elixir, it will be contaminated." The magic power has been lost. This elixir is hopeless and must not be taken lightly. Please return it after use."
Immortal Jinting stopped and said, "An Xin, I'll go take a look again."
Jinting Daxian wrapped Jinwan's chain between his fingers and returned to the dark room.
The door of the dark room was closed, and King Tonghui looked at King Linchuan and said, "That father of yours really values you mother and son, and even gave up his own magical power to protect you. No wonder you want to save him."
King Linchuan didn't say anything. The only treasure that the ghost concubine took with her when she fled to the human world was this miasma pill. It was part of the ghost king's own practice to protect their mother and son.
This miasma pill was cut from the body of the Ghost King Juliubu, which represented the damage to his own practice. The ghost concubine always carries it with her and never leaves her body.
King Tonghui looked at the dark room, and suddenly his expression changed, knowing that the spirit of Jinting Immortal had gone to the underworld again.
He sat down on the stone again, closed his eyes and went to spy on the fate of Jinting Immortal.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting has returned to the ghostly mist and is standing on the picture of the moon he drew.
He held the sacred fire lamp in one hand and the golden pendant in the other. He showed a strange smile and used the moonlight method on the golden pendant.
The golden pendant gave off a strange aura that seemed to be used but not used, like a shadow.
The fallen golden pill kept trembling, and the miasma pill in it kept trembling, and the moonlight method was used as a medium to arouse the soul of Ju Liubu.
However, no matter how the golden pill beat, the moon trap was clearly in effect, but no soul was attracted.
"It's strange, even a fourth-grade ghost king should be able to attract a ray of spirit from me."
Since it took effect but did not attract the soul, there is only one possibility. Juliubu is trapped in the ghost mist and his soul cannot come out.
Immortal Jinting fiddled with the golden pendant, and the golden pendant floated in front of him, guiding the direction.
Unable to seduce him, he had to find it on his own.
The magic lamp illuminated the ghost mist, and Jin Wan pointed the way. Jin Ting Daxian followed Jin Wan's direction and kept going deep into the ghost mist.
Immortal Jinting didn't know how much area the Nether Ghost Fog covered, but he knew that there was definitely no peace in it.
The ghost mist blocked his perception. He didn't know how far he had gone, but he knew that it didn't take long before he met an uninvited guest, or in other words, he broke into a dangerous zone.
Kanemaru still guided the direction dutifully, but Jinting Daxian stopped.
Within ten feet, the divine fire lamp can see everything clearly. But ten feet away, the ghost mist continued to deepen, becoming as thick as a flowing cloud.
The red flames were shining, and something seemed to be following him in the gray mist.
Ten feet away, Immortal Jin Ting couldn't see clearly. He could only vaguely see black figures deeper than the gray mist standing upright, with more than one silhouette showing slender limbs and more than three feet tall.
Immortal Jinting walked slowly, the fog in front of him kept getting thinner, and the fog behind him kept getting thicker.
The tall and slender shadows moved forward from the fog behind him and retreated to both sides from the fog in front of him. Always surrounding him, observing him, with a kind of greed that goes deep into the bones and is shocking.
twelve.
Immortal Jinting stood motionless, and neither did the twelve shadows.
He raised the sacred fire lamp in front of him and blew out a stream of smoke from his mouth, flowing from top to bottom, covering the sacred fire lamp like a lampshade with a look. In an instant, the light dimmed.
The ten feet visible to both eyes quickly collapsed and shrank to one foot in front of him.
The twelve black shadows hidden in the mist pressed against the mist and moved toward the Great Immortal Jin Ting.
With their bodies over three feet tall, their heads were close together, looking down at the Great Immortal Jinting from top to bottom.
Those heads lowered slowly, from three feet to two feet, from two feet to one foot, leaning against the edge of the light, looking at the Jinting Immortal through the boundary of the mist.
Jinting Daxian has been completely surrounded by these twelve shadows. The black has replaced the gray of the mist. Only in the gaps of the shadows can you see a little colorless gray.
Immortal Jinting slowly raised his head, and his golden eyes suddenly turned into two bright moons, illuminating the isolation of the fog and seeing through the shadows in the ghostly mist.
It's bones.
