Chapter 107: Swallowing Ghosts!

In the following time, the two old men in white remained sitting there without moving.

He closed his eyes and practiced, as if there was no words at all during his practice.

And in this strange atmosphere, another three days passed.

During these three days, there were three or four new cultivators in Xutian Palace, but there were no cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage.

On the morning of the fourth day, the entire hall suddenly shook.

A white jade door fell at the entrance of the hall without warning, instantly sealing off the entire hall.

It was all white above, and there were no severe restrictions.

At the palace gate in the distance, a loud noise could be faintly heard, as if something was sealed.

All the Jindan stage cultivators in the entire hall flashed a trace of panic.

But those cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage had calm expressions.

Only then did everyone feel relieved.

At this time, the two white-haired elders of the Star Palace slowly opened their eyes and suddenly stood up.

Immediately, all the monks on the field turned their eyes to the two of them.

Some Jindan cultivators had a hint of doubt in their eyes.

As for the cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, he looked at the two of them expressionlessly without saying a word.

At the same time, the two Star Palace elders slowly walked towards the front of the hall.

Before the two of them reached the end, they heard a slight shaking suddenly coming from deep in the hall.

Then, a dazzling light suddenly flashed on the stone slabs on the ground.

A teleportation array about ten feet in size appeared on the stone slab.

Seeing this, Han Li beside him quickly looked at Yin Mo.

Obviously very surprised.

Yin Mo glanced at Han Li, saw his inner panic, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and smiled softly: "Nothing!"

With Yin Mo's reply, Han Li quickly calmed down.

At the same time, the two elders in white walked to the teleportation array with a calm expression, bent down and examined it carefully.

After half a cup of tea, the two looked at each other and nodded.

"There is no problem with this teleportation array. Let's go through here. It is the outer hall of Xutian Palace. You guys take care of yourself!"

After saying this, two elders in white were seen one after the other, quickly escaping into the teleportation array.

As two white lights flashed, his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

As a result, all the monks in the hall looked at each other and remained silent.

"let's go!"

The first to stand up were Wan Tianming and others.

He flew down the jade pillar without hesitation and landed on the teleportation array, followed closely by Tian Wuzi and Hei Mingzi.

A white light enveloped the three people and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As a result, the monks on the field finally reacted and immediately entered the teleportation array.

In this way, there was a continuous white light during the transmission, and in the blink of an eye, half of the monks in the hall were gone.

Yin Mo did not move, but looked at Man Hu Zi and Ji Yin Old Demon and others not far away.

And it just so happened that the old ancestor Ji Yin turned his head.

Eyes facing each other.

The corner of Ji Yin's mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

Seeing this, Yin Mo sneered in response.

Ancestor Ji Yin snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and directly disappeared into the light curtain of the formation.

Seeing that the old man Ji Yin was about to move, the monk Qing Yi with a wild beard was not in a hurry. He slowly put down the jade pillar and escaped into the formation.

As for Madam Wen, she had already left, leaving the entire hall.

Only Yin Mo, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was left.

Yin Mo's figure flashed and turned into a green shadow, escaping into the formation.

Han Li followed closely behind and immediately stepped onto the light curtain of the formation.

As a feeling of dizziness came over me, a white light flashed.

When Yin Mo looked up, what appeared before his eyes was a desolate little hill of earth.

Han Li followed closely and stood behind Yin Mo.

"what?"

Han Li looked at the gray-white ghost fog in front of him and frowned slightly: "Brother Mo, this thick fog is a bit weird!"

Yin Mo nodded and walked forward slowly. The gray-white ghost fog that had existed for a hundred years began to boil as if it had life, and rolled towards the two of them.

If an ordinary mortal is entangled in these gray-white mist, their essence and blood will be sucked out immediately, and they will turn into withered corpses and die.

The soul becomes a part of these ghost mist, and from then on it falls into the ghost realm and can no longer escape.

Of course, Yin Mo and Han Li are not ordinary mortals, so they are naturally not afraid of this mere ghost fog.

Yin Mo waved his sleeves, and a golden lightning instantly wrapped around his body.

The grayish-white ghost fog quickly disappeared as soon as it touched the evil-repelling divine thunder.

It's like it never appeared.

Extremely weird.

Han Li has the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword as his natal magic weapon, and naturally he also controls the evil-repelling divine thunder.

But compared with Yin Mo, who has mastered the magical power of thunder to ward off evil spirits, he is far inferior.

The spiritual power in Han Li's body surged, and quickly condensed into a layer of light green light in front of him.

As soon as the ghost fog approached Han Li's body, it was shot away by several inexplicable lightning flashes and turned into nothing.

A group of two people, one tall and one short, walked slowly, one in front and one behind.

The mud under my feet was bumpy, wet and very damp.

After walking like this for a stick of incense's time, the gray-white ghost fog around them suddenly turned dark black.

It also exudes a faint fishy smell and a strong cold aura.

It seemed as if it wanted to devour the two of them.

At this moment, a pile of bones appeared not far away, wrapped in a layer of Qin Guang Shanhu San's clothes.

Next to him was a broken sword fragment that had been broken into several pieces. It was crystal clear and seemed to still have some spirituality.

He is an unlucky monk who encountered a fierce ghost.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

At the same time, a series of whimpering sounds suddenly came from the distance, and the sound was like a woman crying softly.

It sounded shrill and low, as if it was intermittent, which made people feel extremely irritated and uneasy.

Yin Mo frowned slightly, and the feeling disappeared in an instant.

"Soul-enchanting sound?"

His heart moved slightly and he turned to look at Han Li behind him.

After a moment of dizziness, he suddenly started dancing wildly on the spot, unable to extricate himself.

Han Li's face was pale and his eyes were full of fear.

"what is this?"

Han Li was filled with fear and quickly looked at Yin Mo beside him.

Yin Mo glanced at Han Li and said with a faint smile: "This is the soul-enchanting ghost sound!"

The innate magic of high-level demons, when used against an enemy, can cause the opponent, whose cultivation is far lower than its own, to have the blood flow reversed throughout the body, making it unable to control itself and dancing wildly.

It is indeed an extremely insidious ghost magic.

"Keep your mind focused and don't be affected!"

Yin Mo glanced at the frightened Han Li and replied in a low voice.

Then his body flashed and turned into a shadow, instantly disappearing into the thick black fog.

After escaping into the black fog, what appeared in front of Yin Mo was a pitch-black ghost figure. It offered a thumb-sized green magic bead, which exuded a surging and piercing cold air.

Next to this ghost shadow, there were two humanoid ghosts covered with green hair.

Except for their pointed heads and the fact that each of their hands held a short white bone fork several feet long, these two monsters were just like ordinary green-haired zombies.

At this moment, they were holding two bone forks and spewing green ghost fire, rushing towards Yin Mo.

The strength of these two Demon Yakshas is extraordinary and has reached the early stage of Jindan.

If an ordinary Jindan cultivator encountered these three ghosts at once, he would definitely die.

Guiyaksha is a very magical ghost. It is a very rare type of zombie. It can move during the day and fly between heaven and earth.

The bone fork it holds can spit out green flames, which is extremely powerful.

I saw the demon Yakshas crowded around and waving their Yakshas, ​​and streams of emerald green flames gushed out.

It directly dispersed the thick gray fog.

At the same time, the ghost figure shook slightly, and was surrounded by a cold and murderous aura.

From a distance, it looked like a thick green fog rushing towards Yin Mo.

Yin Mo had a blank expression on his face and waved his sleeves.

Two golden evil-repelling thunderbolts quickly flew out from his hands.

It was so fast that it turned into a phantom and landed directly on the two Demon Yashas.

"Crack!"

There was only a sharp roar, and the power of the evil-repelling divine thunder was boundless.

Wipe out Kiyashina in an instant.

The gap in strength between them is really too big.

The two ghosts in the early stage of Jindan could not threaten Yin Mo at all.

Following the three Demon Yashas, ​​Yin Mo's gaze turned to the ghost shadow.

His figure flashed and turned into a green shadow, which flashed by.

When Yin Mo appeared again, he had already fallen behind the ghost.

As he got closer, the ghost's figure was completely revealed in front of Yin Mo.

The evil ghost with a green face, red eyes, horns on his head and sharp fingers looked particularly ferocious.

Weiwu ghost.

Yin Mo looked at the ghost in front of him, without any hesitation, he raised his right hand and twisted Weiwu ghost's neck.

The original flesh and blood body exuded a faint gray-black aura at this moment.

Following closely behind was a surge of ghost power, which was absorbed into Yin Mo's body.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Then I saw the ghost Weiwu shaking his head and letting out sharp screams.

He kept shaking his body, trying to struggle free.

Yin Mo had a blank expression on his face, and the surging Yin energy was instantly absorbed into his body.

As Weiwu Ghost screamed continuously, black figures suddenly appeared in the distance.

Weiwu ghost is a ghost that lives in groups.

With the ghost's shrill scream, dozens of Weiwu ghosts appeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at those green-eyed ghosts, they were surrounded by yin energy and looked particularly ferocious.

If you can devour these Weiwu ghosts, you can improve your strength a lot.

One Weiwu ghost can't fill its stomach.

With so many Weiwu ghosts, Yin Mo can be full.

With this in mind, Yin Mo's figure flashed and turned into a series of phantoms, instantly rushing into the group of Weiwu ghosts.

Looking at Yin Mo who suddenly appeared, his eyes were full of ferocity.

They transformed into pitch-black figures and rushed towards Yin Mo.

Yin Mo had a blank expression on his face. He looked at the rapidly approaching Wei Wugui and murmured in a low voice, "It's over!"

With this in mind, Yin Mo waved his right hand, and golden evil-repelling thunders emerged from his right hand.

From a distance, it turned into thin golden lines of lightning.

It quickly circled around those Weiwu ghosts.

As the evil-repelling divine thunder touched them, the bodies of these Weiwu ghosts trembled continuously and they let out miserable screams.

For these Weiwu ghosts, the moment they were touched by the evil-repelling divine thunder, they lost the power to resist.

They all collapsed to the ground in an instant, like hens that had lost their strength to resist, without any more power to resist.

Yin Mo sneered, walked forward slowly, and grabbed the Weiwu ghosts one by one in his hands.

His body transformed into that of a crying soul, which continuously swallowed the Weiwu ghost into his body.

Yin Mo took a deep breath, feeling the constant changes in his body, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and turned to look sideways.

Dozens of Weiwu ghosts died, and the thick black fog became much dimmer.

"Roar!!"

At this moment, a shrill growl was heard from the distance, and then a giant black tiger flew out from the black fog.

And behind the giant tiger, a dark shadow emerged.

Yin Mo glanced at the giant tiger and found that its strength was enough to rival that of a mid-stage Jindan cultivator.

As for the evil ghost behind him, he is the ghost king of this place.

His strength has also reached the late stage of Jindan.

The Ghost King had a ferocious look on his face, and without any hesitation, he quickly escaped into the giant tiger's body.

But then the green light in his eyes shrank, and he suddenly turned into a ball of black ghost mist and pounced on the two-headed demon tiger.

The black tiger suddenly let out a painful roar and stood up straight.

Then the two hind legs grew thicker and bigger, while the front legs became thinner and smaller.

Then, after a tiger's face became blurred, a hairy human face appeared, covered in thick black air.

The other tiger head remained unchanged, but its eyes were filled with brutality.

"Spirit Possession"

Yin Mo knew this spell, which was somewhat similar to the possession spell performed by the previous Ancestor Ji Yin, both of which were to possess other people.

But if you think about it carefully, there is a world of difference.

The spirit possession technique can only be used on certain monsters with low intelligence.

Moreover, after possession, not only will the cultivation level become several times the sum of the cultivation levels of the person who casts the spell and the object of possession, but as long as this secret technique is performed once, it will be like signing a life and death agreement with the object of possession.

If one of them dies, the other will also be annihilated.

But the most incredible thing is that after performing this spirit possession technique, a completely new individual will be formed, with his own mind and memory, which is completely different from the spirit that the caster is possessed by.

It is equivalent to merging into a new life.

Normal people are naturally unwilling to practice this kind of skills.

But its side effects don't stop there. Its lifespan is pitifully short.

Therefore, few people practice this kind of secret technique. I didn't expect that the Ghost King actually knows this technique. It is rare.

According to rumors, the souls of monks who practiced the art of possessing spirits would fall into an endless abyss after their death, and would never be able to enter the six realms of reincarnation.

The tiger monster with a human face and a tiger head was confused for a moment, and then showed a surprised look as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He couldn't help shaking his head, appearing very excited, and even let out a series of laughs.

The laughter grew from small to large, becoming louder and louder, continuous and endless, causing the nearby ghost fog to churn.

Yin Mo glanced over and found that his cultivation strength had even reached the peak of the Jindan stage.

"court death!"

Yin Mo had no expression on his face and waved his hand casually.

A golden bolt of lightning quickly fell and hit the tiger monster heavily.

(End of this chapter)