Seeking the Way of Immortality

"We are blind and don't know that the Ghost Emperor has come. Please forgive us, senior!"

"This emperor wants to cross the mountain of corpses. You retreat quickly."

"I will obey the order of senior."

After speaking, those ghost cultivators flashed and scattered in all directions. Their almost solid bodies were like illusory mist. Their escape skills were so amazing that even Wu Zheng couldn't help but smack his lips.

Seeing the ghost cultivators leave one after another, Wu Zheng not only did not relax, but became alert. He jumped up, put away the black sail boat, and then used the dark attribute true essence to float in the air and quickly move towards the depths of the mountain of corpses.

Just now, he used the divine power of the sky eye to take a general look. The mountain of corpses is nearly ten thousand miles away. It is impossible to cross it without one or two days. In the meantime, it is unknown what dangers there will be. I am afraid that I will not be able to leave for a while.

Just as the mind moved, less than a thousand miles away, a completely solid soul appeared in front of Wu Zheng.

"Fellow Daoist, since you are from the human world, do you have any money to pay for your passage?"

Wu Zheng narrowed his eyes and moved silently, his whole body's true energy was running secretly, ready to launch a thundering attack at any time: "If you are of different descent, you cannot make plans with each other, let's talk about the word Daoist friend."

"You are just a mere incarnation, and you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!"

"Whether you are presumptuous or not, we will know after the battle!"

After speaking, Wu Zheng shot at the old man like a sharp arrow, and the Red Emperor Sword in his hand whistled and slashed out, and the cold sword energy was like an arc, shooting at the soul in front.

The soul smiled, and the solid body instantly became empty. The cold sword energy shot by Wu Zheng could not do anything to the soul.

Before Wu Zheng could react, endless ghost energy whistled from all directions and entangled with Wu Zheng. Those ghost energy were thick and solid, like black steel, and looked ghostly and cold, obviously not ordinary things.

Human cultivators have magic weapons, and ghost cultivators in the underworld naturally have magic weapons too. Wu Zheng's methods in the blood sea were too violent before, and the cultivator had no time to use magic weapons, and was directly killed by Wu Zheng's red thunder.

"Hmph, once you come to my underworld ghost prison, no matter if you are a Daluo Jinxian, you have to let me kill you." The ghost cultivator shouted shamelessly.

"Hmph, you are so arrogant!"

Wu Zheng snorted coldly, and a silver light flashed in his hand, and he killed the ghost energy that was surrounding him.

What surprised Wu Zheng was that the invincible space blade could not cut off the ghost energy. Not only that, those ghost energy really surrounded Wu Zheng like the steel bars of a cage.

"I knew you had mastered the power of space a long time ago. Do you think I was not prepared!"

As the ghost cultivator finished speaking, countless fluorescent lights flashed from all directions, and the fluorescent lights burst out from the skull, looking particularly creepy.

The fluorescence was arranged in a specific direction, which was obviously not an ordinary method.

"Boy, no matter who you are, I will send your soul to hell today!"

"Humph, if you go to hell, I'm afraid the King of Hell won't dare to take you back!"

After speaking, Wu Zheng raised his eyebrows, shook his wrist, and the Red Emperor Sword made a loud sound of sword chirping. Ten thousand cold sword auras emanated from Wu Zheng's body. At this moment, Wu Zheng was like a sharp sword, with sword intent rising into the sky, shaking the wind and clouds for thousands of miles.

There were many skeletons on the mountain of corpses, and naturally there were many broken swords. Those broken swords seemed to be summoned, and they rang at the same time.

"Such a strong sword intent!"

"When did such a strong man come to the mountain of corpses!"

"Damn it, who did Xie Ming offend again to trigger such a strong sword intent!"

Dozens of strong men came roaring from all directions, all looking at the sword intent that soared into the sky in shock. The ghost cultivator was even more shocked. He did not retreat but advanced, pinching his hands together, his whole body was filled with ghost energy. The cage steel bars around him suddenly accelerated and surrounded Wu Zheng. At the same time, those fluorescent lights were like sharp swords, aiming at Wu Zheng and bursting away.

"Condense the sword in the void, kill!"

Wu Zheng shouted loudly, and countless sword intents gathered towards Wu Zheng from all directions like a big river tide. Wherever the sword intent passed, all the skulls turned into ashes. Except for the cage steel bars with ghost energy that were not cut off, all others were wiped out by the sword intent.

"Retreat quickly, I can spare your life!"

The ghost cultivator was also a ruthless person. Seeing Wu Zheng burst out with endless sword intent, he did not retreat, but shook his hand and took out three red incense candles from the storage ring.

"Three sticks of incense in the sky, what is Xie Ming going to do?"

"Oh no, Xie Ming is going to use forbidden magic."

"It's really weird, is this kid from somewhere, otherwise why would Xie Ming use forbidden magic?"

"Old man Yang, should we stop him?"

"Wait a minute, this guy obviously came from the outside world, it's obviously not simple to walk all the way here."

Just as old man Yang said, Wu Zheng let the steel cage add to his body, not caring at all, he was seen controlling the sword with his mind, the Red Emperor Sword hit the ghost cultivator violently, at the same time, he suddenly grabbed the cage formed by the ghost energy in front of him with both hands, and suddenly exerted force, the power of the flesh surged out, and the ghost energy cage that even the power of space and sword intent could not cut was torn apart by Wu Zheng.

"Old ghost, why don't you come out?"

As Wu Zheng finished speaking, the Ghost Fire Vine emerged from his Dantian Qi Sea, transforming into an old man holding a rattan cane. The cane was pointed forward, and countless ghost energy whistled into the old ghost's cane like a weary bird returning to its nest.

"The Ghost Fire Vine is actually such a strange thing!"

"This person has a complicated background. We must not provoke him."

"Let's see first. Xie Ming is not an ordinary ghost cultivator."

As the Ghost Fire God Vine appeared, the first incense stick in the ghost cultivator's hand had burned out. He shouted in the air: "One stick of incense will kill you!"

As soon as the ghost cultivator finished speaking, a faint smoke flashed on the incense stick and entangled Wu Zheng's body. Before Wu Zheng could react, the smoke entangled Wu Zheng's body.

Wu Zheng didn't care at first, but after a while, he was shocked. As the smoke entered his body, his physical strength was completely eliminated.

You know, Wu Zheng's physical body is a first-level great physical body, and his physical body has become holy. But his physical strength was eliminated by a stick of incense. Wu Zheng has been practicing for so long, but this is the first time he has encountered such a strange thing. Even the Ghost Fire God Vine was shocked.

"Oh no, Xie Ming has lit the first incense stick!"

"This guy really doesn't want to live anymore."

"He's already a dead ghost, what difference does it make whether he's alive or not!"

The ghost cultivators around were talking about it, but Xie Ming over there had no expression on his face. The first incense stick had burned out, but the second one had only burned less than one-third. Although Xie Ming's cultivation was extraordinary, he didn't have the ability to burn out the second incense stick and light the third one.