Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

Behind the Ghost-Suppressing Pass, a million miles away, there is an unnamed valley.

At this time, above the valley, there are two figures, one black and one white, fighting.

An old man in a Taoist robe, holding a white whisk, carrying a seal, chanting, spitting out white flames, burning the void.

A monk in a white robe, with a solemn appearance, shining with golden Buddha light, holding a seal, offering a golden Buddha hand, and slapping away.

These two people are Yunyang Zhenren and Huiming Zen Master.

"Amitabha, Donor Yunyang, this golden elixir ghost has been solved."

"Yes, fortunately, the master is here, otherwise, I really can't take this ghost."

Yunyang Zhenren sighed and looked at a dark hole of a hundred feet in size not far away.

In this hole, there is a cold ghost aura, gushing out, as if connected to the Nine Nether Hell.

"Strange? This space channel doesn't seem to be formed naturally, but it seems that someone opened it with great magic power."

"The power of space is mysterious. Even Yuanying Zhenjun finds it difficult to comprehend it, let alone open up the two worlds."

"Although I don't know which great man did this, judging from the strength of this barrier, it won't take long for the ghost king to pass through."

Zen Master Huiming clasped his hands together, thinking.

"Let's seal the channel quickly to prevent the ghosts from the underworld from pouring in."

Zen Master Yunyang waved his hand and offered a scroll, muttering something in his mouth, and spiritual power poured in to activate this magic weapon.

Suddenly, the map of mountains and rivers opened, radiating infinite golden light, covering the space channel.

"Wait!"

A hundred-foot flying boat cut through the sky and rushed over.

Zen Master Yuquan, with Song Yiming and others, a total of eight Jindan cultivators, descended on this nameless valley.

"Fellow Daoist Yuquan, fellow Daoists, why are you here?"

"Brother Yunyang, there is no need to seal this space passage. We plan to use this place to enter the underworld."

"Enter the underworld?"

Zhen Yunyang was stunned and stopped what he was doing.

The underworld is a place where ghosts gather. It is gloomy and terrifying, and full of dangers. Even the Yuanying Zhenjun dare not easily set foot in it.

"Yes, there is a great opportunity in the underworld, and we naturally cannot miss it."

"Two Daoists, if you are interested in Huiyang Water, you can also go with us."

Zhen Yuquan smiled slightly and invited.

"This..."

Zhen Yunyang and Zen Master Huiming looked at each other and saw the intention in each other's eyes.

Huhuhuhu!

A gust of cold wind whistled, and the ghost energy rolled, but dozens of figures rushed out of the space passage.

Banknotes flew, the cold wind howled, and accompanied by the piercing cry of ghosts, eight paper people, carrying a big red sedan, appeared in front of everyone.

"Oh no, it's a ghost!"

"Everyone be careful!"

Song Yiming shouted and retreated behind everyone.

The sedan chair in front of him was made of folded white paper, with a mixture of joy and ghost, looking eerie and strange, giving people a feeling of extreme danger.

The eight paper figures carrying the sedan had twisted and hideous features, black ghost tears dripping from their faces, and a ghostly aura on their bodies, which seemed to be no weaker than that of a Jindan real person.

Paper figures and paper horses are mostly offerings burned by mortals to the dead. They are the lowest level of ghosts, worshipped by incense and have only a little magic power.

But each of these paper figures in front of him has the strength of the Jindan realm, which is too incredible.

"Ghost sedan chair for the underworld marriage, eight ghosts carrying the spirit, this is the ghost king's trip!"

"The eight paper figures carrying the sedan chair are all in the Jindan realm, and the person in the sedan chair is probably a ghost king-level existence."

"Isn't the ghost king of the underworld unable to pass through the space channel? How could he appear here?"

The faces of everyone present changed, and they quickly dodged, fearing that they would be affected.

The ghost king is equivalent to the Yuanying Zhenjun, and they are not able to fight against him.

"Don't panic!"

"The supreme elder of our clan has sent a message and will be here soon. We just need to delay him."

"Besides, the ghosts of the underworld will be suppressed by the heavenly way when they enter the human world, and only one in ten will survive."

"And if we flee separately and are defeated by the ghosts one by one, it will be even more dangerous."

Yuquan Zhenren spoke quickly to comfort everyone.

Song Yiming nodded, and his spiritual sense probed into the sedan chair, wanting to glimpse the true appearance of the person in the sedan chair.

However, as soon as his consciousness approached the sedan, he felt a chill that pierced his soul along his sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to shudder.

"What a terrible breath!"

Song Yiming was startled and quickly withdrew his consciousness, not daring to explore again.

The person in the sedan gave him a feeling of extreme danger, as if he would be doomed once he was locked by him.

"Haha, I finally got out, so I'll start with you."

"The golden elixir of human cultivators is a great tonic."

A crisp female laugh came from the sedan, and the voice was charming and seemed to be able to seduce people's souls.

As the voice fell, the eight paper figures carrying the sedan turned their heads together, revealing ferocious smiles.

"Humph, playing tricks!"

"Watch out for the sword!"

Jin Guang Zhenren snorted coldly, took the lead, and swung his sword to cut the paper figure in front.

The sword light flashed, mixed with sharp sword energy, as if it was going to cut through the sky.

With a hissing sound, the paper figure was cut in two, and dark ghost blood flowed out from the cut.

"Good swordsmanship, I'll help you!"

Seeing this, Master Yunyang exclaimed in praise and also swung his sword to kill.

For a moment, the sword flashed, the magic weapon roared, the ghost energy rolled, and the eight paper figures carrying the sedan chair were instantly chopped into pieces.

"Haha, interesting."

"You monks, you are quite capable to destroy my sedan bearers. No wonder you look so confident."

In the sedan chair, charming laughter came again, and the ghost energy on the eight paper figures surged, and the injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, the chopped bodies were pieced together again and restored to their original state.

"What? How is this possible?"

"The paper figures healed again?"

Everyone's face changed drastically, and a trace of horror flashed in their eyes.

These paper figures can actually come back to life, how can they be defeated?

"Don't panic!"

"These eight paper figures are not truly immortal. As long as the person in the sedan is captured, they will fall apart."

"Daoyou Yunyang, let's work together to break open this sedan and see who the person inside is."

Jin Guang Zhenren took a deep breath, suppressed his fear, and sent a message to Yun Yang Zhenren.

"Okay!"

"Sun, moon, mountains and rivers, reverse yin and yang!"

Yun Yang Zhenren pinched his hands, and in the mountains and rivers map, the sun and moon rose, the mountains and rivers spread, and a breath of suppressing everything spread around.

The eight paper figures, under the suppression of the mountains and rivers, slowed down suddenly, as if they were trapped in endless mountains and rivers.

"Golden Light Heaven Lead!"

Seeing this opportunity, Jin Guang Zhenren shouted in a low voice, pointed at the sun, and the spiritual power in his dantian surged wildly, and golden light bloomed on his body.

Zheng!

Accompanied by the sound of a sword, a golden sword light fell from the sky and stabbed the big red sedan.

Wherever the sword light passed, the void trembled, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the sedan chair was directly pierced by the golden sword light and exploded into fragments all over the sky.

But when the fragments dispersed, everyone saw that there was no one in the sedan chair, how could there be a single person.

"What happened? Where are the people?"

"Haha, they should have been chopped into nothingness by the sword energy of Fellow Daoist Jin Guang."

"Humph, a mere ghost dares to be presumptuous in front of us!"

Jin Guang Zhenren smiled triumphantly.

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind, making his back cold.

"Fellow Daoist Jin Guang, be careful behind you!"

"Behind you?"

Jin Guang Zhenren was stunned when he heard the words, and suddenly turned his head to look, only to see a ghost figure walking out of the void, looking at him with a playful face.

The ghost figure was wearing a bright red wedding dress, tall, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and a ghost mask on his face, so his true face could not be seen clearly.

"Not good!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Jin Guang Zhenren was startled and dodged quickly. At the same time, golden light burst out from his body and condensed into a golden shield, blocking in front of him.

"Hmph, a grain of rice, dares to shine in front of me?"