The fairy is fierce

The wind howled, and the sea was covered by black ghost fog, and one could not see through the three feet in front of him.

The Netherworld Ancestor unfolded the Soul Gathering Banner, turning the entire sea into the Netherworld.

The wind rose and the waves surged, and thousands of ghosts cried. The resentful Nine Netherworld ghosts were like locusts passing through, devouring all living things within sight.

When Shangguan Lingye chased to this place, the Four Symbols Gods disappeared, replaced by thousands of ghost fogs, blocking all the ways out.

At this time, Shangguan Lingye, wearing a phoenix skirt, was suspended in the air, with long black hair fluttering, and his hands raised, supporting a protective net made of electric snakes around his body, blocking the endless wronged souls that turned into a black sea.

The principle of the Soul Gathering Banner is very simple, which is to collect the wronged souls of the wronged dead, imprison them and whip them day and night, to encourage their resentment and hatred; the longer the time, the more fierce they become, because they have no intelligence but only instincts. After seeing the light of day again, they will pounce on people until their souls are scattered.

A fierce ghost is not a threat to cultivators at all, and anyone with a little Taoism can deal with it, but the Soul Gathering Banner has never been said to raise a ghost king, but relies on the human sea tactics, directly using tens of thousands of dead souls to pile people to death.

The Taoism of the Netherworld Patriarch is in the middle stage of the Jade Stage. He has carefully raised this Soul Gathering Banner in his hand for hundreds of years. Millions of dead souls have only massacred the city twice. It is conceivable how much blood debt has accumulated over hundreds of years.

Shangguan Lingye did not enter the Jade Stage after all. No matter how high his Taoism is and how good his talent is, he also feels powerless in the face of such a pure soul attack.

The lightning net turned the ghosts and evil spirits that rushed towards him into nothingness, but some of them still squeezed through the lightning net and crashed into Shangguan Lingye's body.

Soul attacks directly act on people's souls. Hallucinations or fainting are only minor conditions. The power of the soul-gathering banner is enough to break people's souls; but generally before this step, the cultivator will fall into madness because of the loss of mind, or the blood circulation in the body will be disordered, and the body will explode and die directly.

Shangguan Lingye was surrounded by the sea of ​​​​wronged souls. He could not hold on for a few breaths before his mind was disturbed. His eyes were bloodshot and his cold face showed a hideous look.

Seeing that he could not hold on for too long, Shangguan Lingye looked at the ghost fog that covered the sky and the sun, and coldly scolded:

"Cowardly young man, come out!"

After that, his momentum surged, and a ring of thunder expanded in all directions, destroying all the ghosts he touched.

But the ghost domain of the Soul Gathering Banner was too large, and the lightning ring spread out for only a hundred feet before it was completely consumed by the endless evil spirits and compressed back to its original size.

At this time, a voice came from the ghost fog:

"Little girl, you are not polite when you meet your senior. Didn't your master teach you what respect for elders is?"

The voice came from all directions of the black ghost sea, as if all the evil spirits cried together, the sound was so shrill that it was creepy, and it was impossible to determine where the real body was.

The use of the Soul Gathering Banner is to pile up the opponent with endless wronged souls. As the person who controls the Soul Gathering Banner, he will naturally not give the opponent a chance to capture the king. He hides in the Soul Gathering Banner and directs the wronged souls to attack until the ghost domain is broken up before revealing his true body.

The only person in Yuyaozhou who can instantly save a large number of dead souls is the master of Fulong who specializes in this way; Shangguan Yutang is a martial artist. If he really comes to save the situation, he can't kill so many dead souls with one blow. The old ancestor of the netherworld can escape when he sees that the situation is not good, so he dares to delay time here.

In order to prevent Shangguan Yutang from coming, he ran to rescue Zuo Lingquan first, so that the plan of this trip would fail. The old ancestor of the netherworld did not show any mercy to Shangguan Lingye.

After the voice fell, the ghost fog accelerated and swirled. The dense evil ghosts seemed to be stimulated and became more and more crazy. They all crashed into Shangguan Lingye who was trapped in the middle.

The ghost had no entity and did not make any movement. One could only see the lightning net that protected the body bursting with lightning, and then it died down and was completely submerged by the ghost fog.

"Ah"

The shrill screams of thousands of ghosts rushed into her mind, but in a moment, Shangguan Lingye's soul was shaken and she groaned, a trace of blood hung on the corner of her lips, and her eyes also showed a distracted look.

Shangguan Lingye knew that she couldn't hold on for too long, and shouted: "Break it for me!" As soon as she finished speaking, more than ten feet of purple gold fairy talismans floated out of Linglong Pavilion, triggering a thunderstorm in the middle of the sea of ​​ghosts.

Boom boom boom

The chain thunderstorms lined up in a line directly turned hundreds of thousands of screaming ghosts in the back into nothingness, and opened a passage several miles long.

Shangguan Lingye took this opportunity to protect her body with thunder talismans and turned to rush towards the coast.

The range of the soul-gathering banner is very large, and Shangguan Lingye can't get away in a short time; but with the protection of the strange magic weapon and a large number of fairy talismans, it is unlikely that thousands of wronged souls will rush her to death.

With the power of the Netherworld Patriarch, Shangguan Lingye would not be able to stop him if he showed up to fight him directly; but if he dared to emerge from the Soul Gathering Banner, Shangguan Yutang might come out with him, and he would not gamble his life.

Seeing this, the Netherworld Patriarch could only urge his apprentice in his heart to make a quick decision. But before the Netherworld Patriarch's words were spread, a sword intent came from a very far distance.

This sword intent was extremely powerful, which frightened ghosts and gods, and made the turbulent sea of ​​ghosts stagnate.

Shangguan Lingye also noticed that this sword intent was familiar and unfamiliar. Before he could think about it, the surrounding ghosts shouted angrily:

"How dare you, you brat!"

There was obvious shock and astonishment in the voice, and the overwhelming ghost fog no longer attacked Shangguan Lingye, but pressed towards the coast.

Shangguan Lingye didn't know the specific situation, but he knew that Zuo Lingquan had angered his opponent. She endured the pain in her soul and rushed backwards with thousands of dead souls, shouting:

"Run!"

The other side.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao watched the black tsunami coming from the horizon. They thought it was the enemy's water magic. When they heard the scolding, they found that it was a sea of ​​ghosts. What they saw was densely packed with wailing evil spirits.

Xie Qiutao had been exorcising demons for so many years, but this was the first time she saw such a big scene. Her face turned pale instantly:

"My God, this seems to be a soul-gathering flag. Let's go. We will die if we run into it."

After saying that, she ran back with Tuanzi in her arms.

Zuo Lingquan also wanted to retreat, but before he moved, he heard Shangguan Lingye's distant shouting. His voice was unstable and he was obviously seriously injured.

Zuo Lingquan's heart tightened. He gritted his teeth and sank into the sea, condensing the surrounding seawater into solid ice, and directly opened an underwater tunnel and rushed towards the sea of ​​ghosts.

Tuanzi heard the nurse's voice. Raising a bird for a thousand days, but using it for a moment. Seeing Zuo Lingquan rushing up, it also mustered up the courage, jumped out of Xie Qiutao's arms, turned into a white cannonball, and followed Zuo Lingquan.

"Eh?!"

Xie Qiutao knew how terrifying the Soul Gathering Banner was. If she went into the Spirit Valley, she would die. No matter how hot-headed she was, she couldn't follow him to die. She was so anxious that she stamped her feet.

Tap, tap, tap

Zuo Lingquan ran wildly between the ice tunnels, as fast as thunder. The ice where he landed was shattered and quickly restored to its original state, and soon collided with the tide of the ghost sea.

Spirits and ghosts are invisible, and naturally there will be no collision without a physical body. The tunnel formed by the ice layer can only play a stabilizing role.

As soon as Zuo Lingquan rushed into the ghost fog, he found that dense and wailing ghosts rushed down from the water, passed through the ice without any hindrance, and rushed towards him with ghost faces.

Zuo Lingquan held the hilt of the sword, bursting out with sword intent, and successfully repelled the ghost fog, but the ghost fog was controlled by someone, and in an instant it rushed forward fearlessly.

Several ghosts crashed into his body, and Zuo Lingquan was like being struck by lightning. The severe pain in the depths of his soul made him almost faint. The scenery he saw also quickly distorted, and countless indescribable things appeared. The world spun and he lost his sense of direction.

The art of soul is a magical power exclusive to jade-level cultivators. Even Youhuang cultivators rarely have a way to deal with it, let alone the spirit valley realm.

Zuo Lingquan had hallucinations the moment he came into contact with it. He relied on his strong will to force himself to ignore the indescribable things around him and tried to distinguish Shangguan Lingye's position.

But there are endless evil ghosts in the black sea, far more than a few. As the first one crashed into his body, the dense ghosts behind him pressed up together.

The Netherworld Ancestor, who was hiding in the Sea of ​​Ghosts, was even worried that he might kill Zuo Lingquan, and was about to stop, but at this moment, a golden flame emerged from the ice crystal tunnel.

Huh

The Netherworld Ancestor was slightly startled, and looked intently, only to see a white fur ball flapping its small wings, flying in front of Zuo Lingquan, opening its beak and spewing out a flame that was completely disproportionate to its body size.

The golden flame was like the breath of a fire dragon, and in an instant, it drew a golden line under the sea surface, extending infinitely forward, until the ice tunnel could not withstand the temperature and was instantly vaporized, and then it exploded from under the sea surface, blasting a straight gap in the Sea of ​​Ghosts.

Boom

The evil ghosts in the ice crystal tunnel were instantly annihilated, and after the flames exploded, a hollow groove appeared in the ghost fog on the sea surface.

Not to mention touching the flames, thousands of evil ghosts were just illuminated by the flames a hundred feet away, and they wailed as if they were burned by the flames, and fled to the surrounding areas on their own.

However, Tuanzi's consumption of energy was not small, and his size shrank by a whole circle.

In the depths of the ghost domain, Shangguan Lingye, with a pale face, finally showed up.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan did not miss this rare opportunity. While the evil ghosts that covered the sky and the sun did not dare to approach, he ran wildly to meet Shangguan Lingye.

The Netherworld Patriarch, who controlled the Soul Gathering Banner, was also stunned when he saw such a horrifying scene.

Although he did not understand what the little white bird was, hundreds of years of experience allowed the Netherworld Patriarch to recognize it as Phoenix Fire at a glance.

Phoenix Fire is a divine fire, and ordinary ghosts dare not approach it at all. The Soul Gathering Banner cannot control Zuo Lingquan who is protected by the white bird.

The Netherworld Patriarch was afraid of delaying any further, so Shangguan Yutang came and made a quick decision to grab Zuo Lingquan who was rushing over.

Zuo Lingquan flew only a few steps, and before he could meet Shangguan Lingye who was turning back with all his strength, he saw the surrounding ghost sea churning wildly and stretched out a bone claw.

The bone claw was dark green, with ghostly energy lingering on the fingertips. One finger was more than three feet long, and it was so fast that it had already arrived in front of him when he saw it, grabbing him down like a mountain.

"Be careful!"

Even if the Jade-level cultivator just waved his hand casually, it was not something that the lower-level cultivators could resist.

Shangguan Lingye was already as fast as thunder, but the bone claw appeared from behind and actually passed over his head halfway.

At the same time, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded under the sky!

Boom

Shangguan Lingye looked around, but saw golden light shining above the nine heavens, and a purple thunder like a dragon python suddenly appeared, like a world-destroying calamity, striking directly into the sea of ​​ghosts...

A moment ago.

White clouds gathered above the East China Sea. A woman in a golden dragon-scale dress, with a black giant shield floating behind her and an ancient long sword floating by her side, sat cross-legged on the clouds, watching the battle below.

The little female dragon transformed into a sturdy girl, lying on the cloud, her hands supporting her cheeks, her legs in straw sandals swaying.

The little female dragon knew how many innocent souls would be slaughtered to unleash such a large-scale ghost fog by the Soul Gathering Banner. Seeing that her master looked unhappy, she said:

"The cycle of life and death is endless, and it is just some resentment left in the world. Think positively."

"The next life is a matter of the next life. If it is because of reincarnation, we can look down upon the life and death of our parents, wives and children in this life, how can we leave so many resentful souls? These evil young people will comfort themselves with the idea of ​​'helping poor people give birth to a good child' They don't know that those who really can't survive will commit suicide. They have something to worry about while they are still alive. How can they dare to decide the life and death of others for the way of heaven. "

The small mountain village where Shangguan Yutang lived when he was a child was massacred by wild cultivators. The hatred has been settled long ago, but the hatred engraved in his bones cannot be erased. This is also the reason why Shangguan Yutang established nine sects and protects them to this day.

Seeing this, the little female dragon stopped comforting her and said instead:

"Girl Lingye loves money as much as her life. She has saved all her money for so many years and throws it away without any money. She will be heartbroken afterwards. She knows you are here but does not take action. I will probably blame you in my heart for a long time."

Shangguan Yutang knew Lingye's temper very well and said calmly:

"She came out to protect Zuo Lingquan. All the expenses will be reimbursed by Ba Ye when she returns. She may even have to ask Zuo Lingquan for a reward. It is Zuo Lingquan and Ba Ye who should feel sorry for her."

"That means you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you are not a householder. When Lingye becomes the master of the palace, you will know how difficult it is to earn money from the gods..."

Nagging.

Shangguan Yutang didn't answer any more, his eyes were fixed on the sea of ​​ghosts, and he waited quietly.

The Soul Gathering Banner is a magic weapon passed down from ancient times to this day. The methods of refining weapons are constantly changing. In terms of manufacturing technology, the Soul Gathering Banner cannot even keep up with some contemporary magic weapons.

But simplicity does not mean lagging behind. The Soul Gathering Banner has been passed down from ancient times and is still ranked among the most forbidden items. It relies on its low threshold and unparalleled reliability.

The low threshold lies in the fact that the Soul Gathering Banner is not picky. To increase combat power, you only need to kill mortals to collect wronged souls, and use quantity to make up for the quality gap. For practitioners, killing mortals is easier than digging up spiritual grass in the mountains, which means there is no threshold.

The reliability lies in the fact that the Soul Gathering Flag uses the method of "fighting poison with poison" to suppress ghosts and exorcise them, that is, to catch and fight ghosts. The user does not need to show his face.

In the absence of spiritual energy fluctuations, high-level monks can use their spiritual consciousness to search for targets. However, if there are millions of dead souls hidden in a soul-gathering flag, there will be a million completely different spiritual consciousnesses to interfere with the judgment. This scale is not to mention demons. , the judge came over with the book of life and death, and it took him a long time to find the real owner.

The genius design of this ancestor has made countless descendants almost despair. Once the Soul Gathering Flags are 'raised', the huge number is enough to eliminate all detection channels. The only solution is to eliminate the ghosts, narrow the target range to a distinguishable range, or wait for the user Show yourself.

Based on Shangguan Yutang's Taoism, it is not difficult to clear out the sea of ​​ghosts below, but the Soul Gathering Banner keeps releasing innocent souls. As long as the banners and the people are not killed all at once, the Nether Ancestor will definitely run away when he sees her appearing.

When the time comes, once the wronged souls in the soul-gathering flag are scattered, hundreds of thousands of spiritual consciousnesses will escape in all directions. How can people pursue them if there is a suspicion formation within them?

Shangguan Yutang didn't want to let this big fish run away, so he could only lurk in the clouds, waiting for the Nether Ancestor to lose his patience and reveal his true form.

Shangguan Yutang did not wait long for this opportunity.

Seeing the bone claws protruding from the ghost sea, Shangguan Yutang slowly raised his slender jade finger and pointed at the center of the ghost sea.

clap

Purple thunder emerged from the fingertips, and the bright electric light instantly turned the entire sea into snow-white. Even Jiang Yi and others who were a hundred miles away were temporarily blinded by this terrifying electric light.

The black ghost tide below the electric light has not been touched by the thunder, and countless dead souls have already disappeared in the flash of electric light.

boom

After the loud noise, a semicircular pit was blown up on the sea surface, forming a circular shock wave that spread in all directions, carrying countless electric currents and turning the ghost mist stagnant on the sea surface into nothingness.

But in just a short moment, the ghost fog and clouds on the sea were destroyed by the shock wave, and the sky and sea were restored to the same blue color. Only a few ghost fog remained outside.

This was supposed to be a devastating blow, enough to cripple the Nether Ancestor and make it difficult for his soul to escape from his body, so that he could be imprisoned in the Thunder Pond and suffer eternal punishment.

But after Shangguan Yutang struck, his expression rarely changed.

She appeared above the sea in a flash, stopping at the spot where Zuo Lingquan and Shangguan Lingye were standing just now.

The waves that were stirred up had not yet calmed down, and the wind surged on the sea surface. The sea water that exploded into the sky turned into water droplets and rushed down, just like a downpour.

Under the heavy rain, the sea surface was empty. Not only Zuo Lingquan and Shangguan Lingye were missing, but also the Nether Ancestor was missing. It was as if they were all annihilated by the thunder, leaving only Xie Qiutao with his small mouth open. Standing outside the heavy rain holding the pipa, eyes filled with shock.

The little female dragon resumed its golden mace shape and floated beside Shangguan Yutang. She didn't see what was going on and said in shock:

"Tangtang, did you accidentally kill Lingye and that kid together?"

This is obviously nonsense. According to Shangguan Yutang's teachings, even if Zuo Lingquan stands in front of the ancestor of Netherworld, if she strikes down with a thunder, Zuo Lingquan will be blinded at most and not even a single hair of Zuo Lingquan will be harmed. Why? Possible accidental injury.

But the little female dragon couldn't imagine that there was anyone in the world who could silently disappear three living people right under Shangguan Yutang's nose and at the moment of taking action.

This is equivalent to treating the monks who are the leading pillars of a continent like ants. The group of old monsters in Huajun Continent can't do it. If the Youying alien race has this ability, do they still need to be sneaky to catch people?

Shangguan Yutang was obviously a little puzzled. After looking around for a week with his eyebrows furrowed, he said:

"It is definitely not the work of human beings. It probably alarmed the Lord of Heaven and Earth here."

The little female dragon thought it was possible, but this sea area was at the boundary between land and sea. The little white tiger, the Dragon King of the East Sea, and the blue dragon in the west of Yuyaozhou could all affect this place. It was hard to say which god was disturbed.

The little female dragon thought about it and roared into the sea:

"Dragon Ancestor, did you show your magical power and take people away?"

The little female dragon was born in a wild land and cultivated from a snake. Although they were both considered as dragons, they had nothing to do with the Dragon King of the East Sea. This ancestor was purely a way to get close to him.

The Dragon King of the East Sea is the incarnation of the East Sea. The sea area borders four continents. His status is higher than that of the pill thief. His ability can no longer be described by Taoism. He is one of the pillars supporting the entire world. No matter how high the Taoism of the eight great masters is, they are just passers-by in this world. They are not in the same plane. How could the Dragon King care about the little female dragon? The seabed did not respond at all.

The little female dragon waited for a while but saw no movement, then asked again:

"What should we do now?"

Shangguan Yutang frowned, saying nothing...-

This chapter was saved last week, I will continue my investment and resume tomorrow night. I hope I can write better later. Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long!