In just a moment, Zhang Yan was already surrounded by layers of people. Especially above his head, there were densely packed ghost generals, probably no less than fifty in number. Among them, there were as many as a handful of ghost kings looking around.
In other directions, there are also hundreds of ghost generals and eight or nine ghost kings.
"Is that all?" Zhang Yan put away the Bu Forgetting Root Fan in his hand with a smile, pressed and turned his palm, and a bright yellow long sword appeared in his hand.
Sword name: Chunyang.
Like the Don't Forget the Root Fan, the Chunyang Sword is a magical weapon at the level of a magic weapon. At the same time, the difference is that the Chunyang Sword does not have a variety of offensive and defensive means and a variety of magical effects like the Fu Forgetting the Root Fan. The Pure Yang Sword has only one effect: exorcise evil and eliminate yin!
Therefore, compared to not forgetting the root fan, this pure Yang sword is more suitable for dealing with the current situation.
"Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"
Suddenly, a gust of dark wind swept across, and in an instant there was a figure in the mine space. The soul was much more solidified than the surrounding ghost generals and ghost kings. If there was still light around him, Zhang Yan would even feel that he was in front of him. Only the soul of a ghost can see a virtual shadow directly with the naked eye.
"Huh? It turns out it was you. You ran away in a hurry last time I said goodbye to you. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have seen you again today. To be honest with you, I was a little bit regretful about letting you go. But it seems that I have a chance to make up for it today. It’s a shame about what happened before.”
Zhang Yan's perception replaced his naked eyes, and he had seen this powerful ghost before him. I had seen it before when I used the Thunder Talisman in Langyuan City. It was the big ghost king who was almost chopped to death by Zhang Yan and finally escaped by luck.
Based on the analysis of the information Bai Yu said, this should be the Yonghe Ghost King who ranks eighth among the nine ghost kings in the ghost realm.
The ranking is very low, but in Zhang Yan's view, although his strength is strong, it is only too strong.
When Zhang Yan used the Thunder Talisman before, he had not yet reached the state of returning to the gods. He relied on surprise and the natural restraint of thunder magic on ghosts. There is something about winning by surprise.
Now that we are in an underground mine, although the thunder method can still be used, methods such as the Thunder Talisman to summon thunder cannot be used. This may also be the reason why these ghosts dare to show up. In a simple concept, you can't be ten feet deep underground and still attract thunder, right?
But little did they know that Zhang Yan's methods were not limited to the thunder method. What's more, Zhang Yan, who was still in the Tao Dan realm, and Zhang Yan, who has now become a soul, are no longer the same.
"Regret? Haha, although Mr. Zhang has powerful methods, why does he always have trouble with our spiritual tribe? What happened in Langyuan City last time, then Lianshan City, Huaiqing County not long ago, and now Changmen County. Mr. Zhang is preparing Are we, the Spirit Race, going to be completely driven out of Nanyuan?"
Zhang Yan was surprised that the other party didn't take action as soon as he came up, but seemed to want to argue with him?
What is this for? Are ghosts chatting with Taoist monks? There’s no such thing, right?
Perceivably, Zhang Yan did not find any new actions from the surrounding ghosts that had completed the encirclement around him. Even after they surrounded him, they each occupied a specific position according to some methods similar to the total array. They were not as clueless as the mob. Unorganized.
"Do all the Spiritual Races like you to talk about who wins and loses?" Zhang Yan said, while raising his own momentum. The temperament that originally made people feel friendly and gentle immediately changed drastically, like a mountain rising from the ground. , the pressure on the pavement suddenly swelled, and even the strong and sunny aura usually didn't seem to matter, but at this moment in the dark mine tunnel, it was like a little sun that couldn't shine, scorching The souls of those ghost generals trembled subconsciously.
Saint King Yonghe almost cursed in his heart. Why didn't he want to just eat alive the Zhang Yan who had brought him great shame and humiliation? He was injured by the opponent and now he has fallen from the eighth rank of the Nine Saint Kings to the bottom of the ninth rank. The hatred here can definitely be called an obsession.
But even though he had obsessions in his heart, Saint King Yonghe still had to put on a "nice" appearance. Because the current situation is not suitable for a head-on fight with Zhang Yan, even if they win in the end, they will definitely lose a large number of powerful men in the fight, which is unacceptable.
"Mr. Zhang, it is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. You have killed so many of us Spirit Clan, so we can let it go. You have sealed two Death Paths in Nanyuan, and we can pretend it never happened. But Sir, we must stop here. Otherwise, the Spirit Clan Although I, Yonghe, am not enough to deal with you, but there are so many great sage kings, so how can you resist me if you are alone? Please think twice before taking action!"
Zhang Yan was now really sure that the other party didn't want to fight. Otherwise, everyone would be very angry when he deliberately tried to bully them just now. What's more, these ghosts are already violent. How could they tolerate such a provocation when they have the advantage of the scene? If you want to hit Zhang Yan, just go ahead. If you don't, then these spirit tribes may really have some reason to grit their teeth and compromise.
Now it seems that Zhang Yan has really caught up.
"Haha, those who defend the Tao are all doing the Way of Humanity, the Way of Heaven, and the Great Way! They always demand one of the ways. But there is no possibility of living side by side with the ghost way. Otherwise, what is the point of cultivating the Tao?" Zhang Yan held a sword flower and held the Pure Yang Sword in his hand. There was a crackling sound, and a layer of lavender electric flowers appeared out of thin air.
Saint King Yonghe couldn't understand what Zhang Yan said about the way of humanity, the way of heaven, and the great way, and he didn't know what the ghost way was. But from Zhang Yan's expression, tone, and even the movements of his hands, it was clear that Zhang Yan didn't want to talk anymore. This is something that needs to be fought first.
"Mr. Zhang, don't bully others too much!"
"Humans? You are all monsters and monsters, abandoned by heaven and earth. How can you be called human?"
bully? To eliminate you is to do justice for heaven. What's the point? Let me send you a salvation ceremony, and return to the reincarnation of the world. This is the right thing! "
What's the point of talking to ghosts? Especially since Zhang Yan is a member of the Taoist sect, he can just save or destroy ghosts when he sees them, so there is no need to talk nonsense.
You may ask, are there no good ghosts in this world?
of course not!
To be a ghost is to escape from the way of the rotation of heaven and earth, and rely on evil spirits and evil thoughts. What is good? Even if it is good to save people, it is still a ghost. In the eyes of heaven, earth and people in Taoism, it is just a better-looking bug. Would you let a bug go just because it looks better?
Therefore, Zhang Yan's habits or cognition made him unable to bear the temper to argue with a group of ghosts.
"Earth-rising beast! Kill him!" Holy King Yonghe knew that he couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't suppress the anger he was holding in his heart. With a loud shout, a strange power rose in his soul, It seems to be connected with the surrounding ghosts...
