"This is just the lowest level ghost soldier, probably with the strength of the grass and wood realms."
"Three of you, each interrogating one, must ask them about the purpose of their trip, the location of the ghost clan in Xianyang City, and the identity of the sarcophagus, so as to prepare for future actions!" After the little witch gave the order, she returned to the room with Xiao Bai in her arms. .
"What, there are no benefits if I join the Demon Clan?" Ling Han asked. His only spiritual skill was Demon Fist Fury, and his martial skills had nothing. It was too limited against the enemy.
Spiritual skills are a spiritual master's most powerful trump card. Generally speaking, if the level of the secret realm is the same and the spiritual skills are strong, the strength will be stronger. Currently, Ling Han only has one move, Demonic Fist Wrath.
Generally, only spiritual skills that match the skills are practiced, otherwise the power will be greatly reduced. Martial arts are freer and more flexible, and have little connection with the skills, but are affected by physical fitness.
Martial skills are the routines for using weapons, as well as the powerful moves and routines of a few essence-blood cultivators, including body skills, attack methods, defensive abilities, etc.
Expelling blood essence to defend the enemy is a final martial art that can injure the enemy by one thousand and damage yourself by eight hundred. This method was used to defeat Guo Lengwen. This kind of life-saving method cannot be used frequently, so there is an urgent need for a martial arts to increase one's own strength.
"What do you want?" The little witch hugged Xiao Bai, stopped at the door, and turned around to glare.
"You should have practiced martial arts." When I saw their battle in the ruins, there were routines to follow in terms of body movements and weapons. You must have practiced martial arts!
"Ha, you haven't made any contribution to the demon clan, and you want to ask for martial arts skills?" The little witch rubbed her little tiger teeth, and the Star Wand appeared in her hand.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Han turned around and hid, but was hit instantly and fell to the ground.
"I'm just asking, if you don't give it, you won't give it!" Ling Han said aggrievedly without any freedom of speech.
The little witch just hit someone and instantly smiled as if nothing had happened. "When you ask for valuable information, I will consider giving you a set of powerful martial arts!"
"Okay! Just wait!" Ling Han was overjoyed and picked up a little ghost and walked into his room.
"Remember to tie it up tightly with ropes. Ghost people are the best at escaping." Zi Ye reminded.
"receive!"
Xuanyuan Xingwei and Cangyunbu looked at each other and said, "We will also start interrogating the kid to see who can get the most valuable information first!"
"Okay!" Cang Yunbu picked up a little devil and smiled evilly.
In the room, Ling Han locked the kid tightly with a chain, held one end of it, uncovered the sealed yellow talisman, and then sat on a wicker chair.
"Be lenient if you confess, be harsh if you resist!" Ling Han scolded sternly.
The kid struggled a few times and then stopped making any movement. He stood there silently and motionless, like a dead thing.
Ling Han took a closer look at this ghost that ordinary people were afraid of. His body was covered with black fine hairs, his face and hands were all sloppy and messy, so there was a strange whining sound when the wind blew.
The fingers are rough and slender, like chopsticks, but a little soft. Under the black hair is a looming deep red color. The face is dull and dry, with many wrinkles.
The body is stooped, short, and ferocious. It looks rather scary. It is a bit erratic under the moonlight, as if it is incorporeal, but it can be touched.
It has a slight resemblance to the most primitive savage, but it has a very strong Yin energy, bringing a cold and chilly feeling to the space.
Looking at the numbness of some scalps makes one's hair stand on end and make one shudder.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Ling Han tried to ask.
Still no answer, Ling Han scratched his head and tugged on the chain, but there was no response.
"Okay, don't say anything!" Ling Han said angrily. It is really not easy to examine ghosts.
"I still don't believe I can't cure you!" He directly used the red flame cauldron, fierce fire burst out, and the kid was obviously trembling.
Ling Han smiled evilly and said: "My whole body is covered with hair, like a wild beast. I don't believe that I am not afraid of fire!"
He brought the Red Flame Cauldron close to the kid, put the Heavenly Demon Sword on his neck, and suddenly shouted: "Say!"
The kid was so frightened by the voice that he trembled. Before he could speak, a few curses came from outside.
"Bastard Ling Han, you scared your aunt!"
"I'll throw it away and scare your uncle too!"
The first sentence is the little witch, the second sentence is Xuanyuan Xingwei, Ling Han curled his lips, he really regarded himself as an elder.
"What do you want me to say?" The kid finally spoke, his hoarse voice very harsh.
"Who are you, where did you come from, and where are you going?" Ling Han asked three times, throwing out his soul.
"I am an ordinary ghost soldier. I came from hell and want to go to heaven!" the little ghost said emotionally.
"You are just talking nonsense!" Ling Han scolded: "Start from the beginning and tell me the general situation of your ghost clan!"
"Move this stove away, it's too hot!" the kid said in a dry voice.
"Okay, tell me the truth!" Ling Han put away the Red Flame Cauldron.
"It is said that the ghost clan has eight hell kings guarding all directions, and there are countless guardians. There are countless ghost generals, and the lowest level ghost soldiers like me are millions."
"It is said?"
"Our noble soldiers are of low strength and don't know much. We have only heard some news."
"In other words, the ghost soldiers are in the grass and wood realm, the ghost generals are in the marsh realm, the protectors are in the earth realm, and the King of Hell is in the heaven realm?"
"This is how they are divided according to their cultivation level!"
Ling Han nodded in satisfaction and said, "Yes, what are you three doing there in the middle of the night? What's going on with the sarcophagus?"
"Can you loosen the chains? I'm too old to be restrained." The kid put forward a condition.
"Okay, I'll satisfy you!" Ling Han thought to himself, how could he escape if the room was tightly closed.
"There is an order from above for us ghost soldiers to take turns delivering a few souls for you to break through as soon as possible. Today it is the turn of the three of us."
"Is there a King of Hell in the sarcophagus?"
"It should be, the higher ups attach great importance to it." The little ghost explained in detail: "Each ghost general will lead a group of ghost soldiers. We will take turns to save the collected souls. If we save a certain number, we can go to the big formation with our companions. pay."
"Let me see the souls you collected." Ling Han asked curiously.
"Yes, but the chains need to be untied."
"Hey, are you trying to push the envelope?" This kid looked honest, but he was always preparing to escape. How could Ling Han let him get his wish?
"If you don't untie it, can you loosen it a little more and let my hand come out?"
After Ling Han complied, the kid took out a torn bag from his arms. It was dark and tattered. He opened a corner with two fingers and several black butterflies flew out.
Ling Han's eyes widened. It was unbelievable. The black butterfly was the soul?
"There is a spiritual skill practiced by the ghost clan called Soul Eating, which can put the souls floating between heaven and earth into the soul bag." The little ghost said, raising his hand and putting the butterfly into the soul bag with a black light.
"Is it killing people to get souls?" Ling Han asked forcefully.
"Of course not. We ghosts are also a type of human being. We were the same kind as you thousands of years ago. It's just that we were ugly and were not recognized. We were driven into harsh environments and over time, we became what we are now. "
"We will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but only collect the ownerless souls floating in the world."
"Where will the soul go in the end?" Ling Han was very interested in this.
The kid complained: "That is a mysterious space, the source of evil, but we saved them by collecting souls!"
"That's nonsense!" Ling Han sneered at such an answer.
"Believe it or not, this is the truth!" The kid said with certainty and confidence, not like a prisoner at all.
"How to explain the war ten thousand years ago? Betray your allies and avoid the war!"
Xiao Gui said excitedly: "We have not escaped and have been working hard to solve the root causes of the war!"
"Lots of nonsense!" Ling Han sneered. If he hadn't heard from the little witch what happened ten thousand years ago and the truth about the battle with the evil tribe, he would have almost believed him.
"War is not the solution to the problem. Otherwise, why would the evil tribe need to be suppressed every three thousand years?" Xiao Gui asked seasonedly.
Ling Han was dumbfounded and had doubts in his heart, yes, why didn't the evil clan be completely eliminated at the beginning, but why was it sealed until now?
"That's a question that top experts need to think about. What does it have to do with me!" Ling Han tried to convince himself.
The kid was heartbroken and said, "The human race is the culprit and the scourge of this continent!"
"If all living beings are wrong, then what is the meaning of existence in this world?" Ling Han retorted: "You are too extreme. Can I understand that you hate the human race?"
Humans and monsters are the original residents of this continent. Although humans have divided into five other races, the four races of immortals, demons, ghosts, and spirits combined are less than one billionth of the human race.
