Divine Mystical Immortality: Starting Cultivation with the Town Martial Guard

The head of the Blood Fiend Sect looked at the whirlpool entrance of the Nine Netherworld Mansion with ardent eyes, and his black robe made a hunting sound surrounded by the blood evil energy. He turned to look at the four elders beside him and nodded slightly.

The four elders understood and mobilized the blood evil power in their bodies. For a moment, the air around them seemed to be dyed blood red.

The head of the Blood Fiend Sect took the lead. His body was like lightning, turning into a blood shadow and rushing towards the whirlpool. The moment he rushed in, a low roar came from the vortex, as if something was angered.

Immediately afterwards, the four elders followed without hesitation.

Their figures were wrapped in blood-red light, passing like meteors, and plunged into the blue vortex. The other elders of the Blood Fiend Sect watched their leader and elders enter, their hearts filled with anticipation, as if they had seen them return with countless treasures and glory.

The head of the Xuanqing Sect had a solemn look on his face. He formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual power fluctuations in his body became more intense.

The three elders beside him were also ready, and their robes exuded a faint aura.

The head of the Xuanqing Sect gave a soft drink, and the wind blew under his feet, drifting towards the whirlpool.

As his figure approached the whirlpool, the surrounding blue light seemed to be purified by the spiritual power on his body, and there were circles of white halo.

The three elders followed closely behind. Although their speed was slightly slower, their pace was firm. The moment he entered the whirlpool, the howling sounds of ghosts and wolves in the whirlpool seemed to have weakened a bit, as if they were suppressed by the righteousness of the head of the Xuanqing Sect and the elders.

The remaining elders of the Xuanqing Sect prayed silently behind them, hoping that the leader and the elders could return safely and bring back precious opportunities for the sect.

Guizhen took a deep breath. He knew that once he stepped into the Nine Netherworld Palace, his life or death would be uncertain. But there was no hint of flinching in his eyes. He looked at Fu Shaoping and said:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, I will go first. If we are destined, we will meet inside."

After saying that, Ghost Master mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and a layer of green light appeared around his body, with the ghost's figure faintly flickering in the light.

He strode towards the whirlpool, leaving a faint green footprint on the ground with every step he took.

When he reached the edge of the whirlpool, he jumped up without any hesitation and disappeared into the blue whirlpool.

Fu Shaoping stood in front of the whirlpool that exuded cold light in Jiuyou Underworld Mansion, and took a deep breath. He could feel the slightest chill coming from the whirlpool, as if countless pairs of cold hands were gently pulling him. clothes, trying to drag him into the endless darkness.

He lowered his head and glanced at the ghost flag held tightly in his hand. Under the influence of this cold force, the ghost patterns on the flag seemed to come alive, and it made a low whimpering sound, as if Urging him to quickly step into this unknown territory, it seemed to be warning him of the danger ahead.

Fu Shaoping raised his head, his eyes full of determination. He thought silently in his heart: "This is my opportunity and my challenge. No matter what, I will go in and find out."

After saying that, he slowly activated his spiritual power, and a faint blue light emitted from his body and enveloped his whole body. This blue light blended with the aura of the Underworld Dragon Temple on his body, forming a unique shield.

Then, he took a firm step towards the vortex. With every step closer, the suction force of the vortex becomes stronger, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling becomes louder. When he finally stepped into the whirlpool, a powerful force instantly enveloped him, and the scene in front of him instantly became blurry.

The surrounding light was distorted into various strange shapes, and he felt as if he was in the center of a huge storm, his body being pulled and rotated by an invisible force. He held the Netherworld Ghost Flag tightly, trying to maintain balance in the chaos.

With a whirlwind of heaven and earth, Fu Shaoping completely disappeared into the vortex of the Nine Netherworld, leaving only the vortex that still exuded a cold light.

After Fu Shaoping was spinning for a while, he finally felt that his feet were on the ground. He stood firm and looked around cautiously, only to realize that he was in a cave of ten thousand ghosts.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Cave is filled with thick Yin Qi, and the Yin Qi flows slowly like a substantial thick fog.

The surrounding walls were flashing with green phosphorus fire, and the phosphorus fire was swaying, making the cave look eerie and terrifying. The floor of the cave is rugged and full of strange rocks, and among these strange rocks, countless ghosts can be faintly seen.

Some ghosts are mutilated, crawling on the ground dragging long blood marks, and making creepy moans; some ghosts are floating in the air, their eyes are empty and lifeless, and they are just mechanically repeating some of the actions they performed during their lives. .

Fu Shaoping even saw a female ghost. Her hair was so long that it covered her face. She kept mumbling some unintelligible words in her mouth. Her voice echoed in the cave, as if it was a curse from hell. .

Fu Shaoping was secretly wary, and he clenched the Netherworld Ghost Flag in his hand.

This ghost flag seemed to become more active in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. The ghosts on the flag seemed to smell the breath of the same kind and struggled excitedly.

Fu Shaoping knew that there were many ghosts in the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave, and their strength should not be underestimated, so he had to deal with them carefully.

He began to slowly mobilize the spiritual power in his body, preparing to deal with possible dangers at any time.

Deep in the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave, three late fifth-level ghost kings were hiding in the thick Yin Qi.

These three ghost kings have different appearances.

One is tall, with bulging muscles, and exudes a strong bloody smell, as if it is a demon born from endless killing.

Another is thin, with eyes flashing with cunning light, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark ready to attack at any time.

There is another one surrounded by black flames. When the flames jump, you can faintly see the ghost face struggling in it. Its face is reflected by the flames, flickering, revealing an evil breath.

The thin ghost king's eyes rolled around, and he spoke first:

"Brothers, that kid doesn't look like a particularly powerful character. If we kill him here, all the treasures on his body will be ours."

The ghost king, who exuded a bloody smell, said in a muffled voice:

"This kid can enter the Nine Netherworld Palace and stand in this Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave unscathed. I'm afraid he has some tricks. We can't act rashly. If he has some powerful support, it will be a big loss for the three of us if we die here."

The ghost king surrounded by black flames laughed grimly: "Humph, no matter what he relies on, the three of us are all fifth-level late-stage ghost kings with the cultivation of the late Nascent Soul stage. In this Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave, we are the masters. However, the treasure aura on that kid is indeed a bit strange. Let's observe it first."

Fu Shaoping stood in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. Although he had not yet discovered the existence of the three ghost kings, he inexplicably felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He knew that in this dangerous place, there must be some powerful existence secretly watching him.

He quietly injected spiritual power into the Nether Ghost Banner, which trembled slightly, as if it also sensed the owner's vigilance.

Fu Shaoping began to move cautiously, paying attention to the movements around him while thinking about countermeasures.

He knew that although he had the Netherworld Dragon Temple as a support, he could not take it lightly when facing the ghost king of the late Nascent Soul stage. His eyes swept through the cave, trying to find a favorable terrain or something that could be used to increase his chances of winning.

At this time, the entire Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave fell into a strange silence, only the dark green phosphorescent fire on the wall was still flickering, as if counting down for the upcoming battle.

After a brief discussion, the three ghost kings decided to attack Fu Shaoping.

The ghost king, who exuded a bloody smell, spit out a blood-red long knife from his mouth. As soon as the long knife came out, the whole cave was filled with a strong bloody smell. This long sword is his life magic weapon, named "Blood Evil Soul-Slaying Sword". After killing countless lives, the blade has condensed a powerful evil spirit, which can easily tear the soul and make the enemy's soul dissipate in pain.

The thin ghost king took out a small black banner, which was embroidered with various complex runes and strange patterns. When he gently shook the small banner, the surrounding Yin Qi rushed to the small banner like a tide. This is his life magic weapon "Shadow Gathering Yin Banner", which can control the Yin Qi into various means of attack, and can also hide its own breath and attack the enemy unexpectedly.

The ghost king, who was surrounded by black flames, waved his hands, and a ball of black flames beat in his palms. There seemed to be countless wronged souls struggling and roaring in the flames. This black flame is his life magic weapon "Hell Ghost Fire", which has a very high temperature and has the characteristics of corrosive souls. Once it is touched, the soul will be slowly devoured by the ghost fire, and it will be painful.

The three ghost kings looked at each other, shouted in unison, and began to use their combined magical powers. The fluctuations of their spiritual power began to blend with each other, and their figures gradually became blurred. The bloody breath, yin energy, and black flames began to swirl around them, forming a huge vortex. As the vortex spun faster and faster, a strong breath emanated from the center of the vortex, which had reached the strength of half-step transformation.

##2. Fu Shaoping's response

Fu Shaoping felt the strong breath coming at him, and his face suddenly became solemn. He knew that he was about to face a life-and-death battle. He quickly summoned the Underworld Dragon Temple from his body, and saw a small temple emitting a faint blue light appear above his head. The door of the temple was closed, and various mysterious dragon patterns were carved on the door, exuding an ancient and powerful breath.

Fu Shaoping quickly formed seals with his hands, chanting something in his mouth, and injected spiritual power into the Underworld Dragon Temple. The temple trembled slightly, and then released a blue light curtain, covering Fu Shaoping. This light curtain is the temple's defensive power, which can withstand a certain degree of attack.

At the same time, Fu Shaoping inserted the Nether Ghost Banner into the ground in front of him. The Nether Ghost Banner quickly grew larger, and the ghosts on the banner seemed to sense the danger and roared one after another.

Facing the combined magical powers of the three ghost kings, Fu Shaoping did not flinch. He quickly mobilized the magic power in his body.

Fu Shaoping waved his hands, and twelve thunder swords flashing with blue lightning appeared out of thin air and floated around him.

Each of these thunder swords exuded powerful thunder and lightning power, and there were complex runes engraved on the sword body. When the lightning flashed, it seemed that there was a thunderous sound echoing in the cave.

Fu Shaoping shouted in a low voice: "Taiyi Sword Formation, rise!"

The twelve Thunder Swords were immediately arranged in a specific direction, forming a huge sword formation. Each sword in the sword formation exuded a strong thunder and lightning force, instantly dispelling the surrounding Yin Qi. After the sword formation was formed, a series of lightning flashes shot out from the swords and bombarded the three ghost kings who were merging.

The three ghost kings were embarrassed by Fu Shaoping's sudden counterattack.

The ghost king, who exuded a bloody smell, roared: "Boy, you dare to attack us actively, you really don't know how to live or die!"

Fu Shaoping sneered: "You want my life, don't you allow me to resist?"

The thin ghost king said grimly: "You are courting death. If the three of us join forces, you will have no chance of survival."

Fu Shaoping responded firmly: "That may not be the case. Today is your death date!"

At the same time, Fu Shaoping formed seals with his hands, and a golden rune appeared in front of him. He chanted:

"Flying to the sky to subdue the devil, protect my true body!"

The golden rune instantly turned into a golden light, covering his body.

A majestic Vajra statue can be seen faintly in the golden light, holding a demon-subduing pestle and guarding Fu Shaoping. This flying demon-subduing body protection spell can not only resist attacks, but also weaken the enemy's attack power to a certain extent.

The gate of the underworld Tianlong Temple above Fu Shaoping's head slowly opened, and a faint blue light shot out from it and fell on Fu Shaoping's body.

Then, a huge Tianlong phantom flew out of the temple and hovered above Fu Shaoping's head. The Tianlong phantom let out a thunderous dragon roar, and the entire Wan Gui Cave was shaken.

The Tianlong phantom opened its huge mouth and sprayed out a faint blue light column, bombarding the three ghost kings who were merging. Wherever the light column went, the yin energy dissipated, as if even the space was purified.

Fu Shaoping stepped lightly, performed the magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared behind the three ghost kings.

He waved the Nether Ghost Banner in his hand fiercely, and the ghost pattern on the banner instantly came alive, transforming into countless ghosts and rushing towards the three ghost kings.

"This..."

The attack was too fierce!

The three ghost kings panicked. Under Fu Shaoping's fierce attack, the process of merging was interrupted. They had to separate and use their own methods to deal with Fu Shaoping's attack. (End of this chapter)