() Chapter 100 Encountering Yin Soul

Entering the second rig of the Burial Immortal Valley, when the team entered the 10,000-mile range, under the command of the middle-aged scribe, the five teams' marching speed decreased.

Jun Yu watched helplessly as a young woman with a pale face and red dress in the ghost fog, her eyes were dull and she smiled sadly at Jun Yu, then disappeared into the ghost fog.

"Is this the soul of Yin..." Jun Yu felt cold on his body and murmured.

Gradually, there were more and more souls moving around, including men and women, old and young, and incomplete bodies, half of the head, and there were also extremely beautiful young women, with only a few inches on their bodies, and they danced on the side of the team...

Hei Kui didn't dare to yell at this time, for fear of attracting a lot of disturbances from the souls, and frowned. The middle-aged scholar looked at the chaotic team and said coldly: "All of them are tightened. These are all transformed from the souls, and they can't be watched for a long time!"

Jun Yu was better. At this time, three team members had their eyes scattered and were confused and looked at the dancing young woman who transformed into the soul of Yin. When he heard the reminder of the middle-aged scholar, he was shocked and tightly retracted his mind and looked at Yin's soul in the depths of the ghost fog, and could not hide his fear in his eyes.

Since Jun Yu had killed Ran Yiyu in the Death Swamp before and ate his flesh raw, his inner demons were not invaded. The illusion created by these first- and second-level yin souls did not pose any threat to Jun Yu.

The team gathered closer again and slowly walked forward. Along the way, all kinds of yin soul-shaped illusions, although there was some impact on the team, they would not cause people to fall into the illusion.

When the team reached nearly 20,000 miles, they had reached the hinterland of the outer edge of the Burial Immortal Valley. Jun Yu saw with his own eyes that more and more second-level yin souls were floating in the ghost fog from time to time, laughing at the team, dazed, or crying. Even Jun Yu found many third-level yin souls, which disappeared in a flash.

This is the third rift of the team entering the ghost fog. Jun Yu was rushing to the road when he found that the left side of the team made a terrifying scream.

Jun Yu turned his head and saw that he was shocked by the group of yin souls that were suddenly surrounded by the team. There were hundreds of yin souls, most of which were level 2, and dozens of 3. From the left side of the team, he quickly launched an encirclement. In a moment, the entire team that had stopped was surrounded.

The middle-aged scholar shouted, and the team gathered tightly in a group, forming a circle within a few feet, facing the densely packed Yin souls, constantly making defensive actions.

Jun Yu looked at it and felt chill all over. Although these three ripples were gradually immune to the various scenes of the yin soul transformation, he was still transformed into various miserable scenes by this group of people. His broken limbs and arms were broken, as if he was like a disaster in the world. His whole body was filled with bursts of yin energy, and his bloodthirsty eyes stared at him, making Jun Yu's hair creepy.

However, the situation of such confrontation changed after a moment. With a shrill cry in the soul, a group of souls, with their teeth and claws, and attacks like storms, poured down toward the team.

The team's defense immediately began to tighten. In the ghost fog, Yin's soul kept making shrill screams from the outside of the team, and rushed towards the team head-on. Countless ghost claws, with huge attack power, made the layers of defense composed of the 15-person team make a loud noise.

Jun Yu's shadow sword swung into a ball, and hundreds of green shadows were like wind and fog, with whistling sounds, quickly dispersed several yin souls that rushed over. But after a moment, the broken yin soul transformed again several feet away, but the yin energy on his body faded a little!

These yin souls are not very intelligent, and are mainly dominated by a leading yin soul. They attack almost entirely by instinct. Once an attack is invalid, they will transform into the attack again. The huge pressure, with the shrill sound of ghosts, made everyone complain, and watched the broken yin soul transform again in the distance and attack again.

Heikui was furious when he saw this, his red eyes widened, and even put a pair of giant hammers in his hand with rich red se spiritual power, wielding it so tightly that it collided with countless ghost claws, making a loud noise and sparks splashed.

A middle-aged scholar radiated a jade flute, emitting invisible sound waves, like water waves, constantly rippling, shaking all the ghost claws in front of him, making Yin's soul unable to get close to him.

Hei Kui and the middle-aged literati guarded the front and back sides of the team respectively. Jun Yu had middle-aged literati, and innate masters were better. Both sides of the team were all military general-level players. Although they were a whole level higher than most Yin souls, they could only defend with all their strength under the constant dense ghost claws and were unable to fight back. The formations on both sides of the team were attacked by the storm-like ghost claws of a large number of Yin souls, and were constantly retracted.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar roared and said to Heikui who looked crazy: "Brother Heikui, quickly find the leader in the yin soul to kill, otherwise the team will definitely be damaged if it continues like this!"

Hei Kui heard this, and he didn't realize that the red hammers in his hand suddenly doubled, and he quickly dispersed the circle of Yin souls in front of him. With a loud roar, he rushed into Yin souls. The two hammers were wrapped in red spiritual power, and with huge force, they formed two meteorite-like passages, constantly going deep into Yin souls, looking for the leading Yin soul.

As soon as Hei Kui entered the Yin Soul Group, the team immediately contracted the formation and the defense immediately increased the pressure. Everyone tried their best to exert their full strength and responded in a hasty manner against countless ghost claws of Yin Soul.

Aside Jun Yu, the middle-aged scholar came to the middle of the team and continued to support four directions. Jun Yu's pressure increased greatly. The shrill screams from dozens of yin souls in front of him made Jun Yu feel a little restless. In anger, Jun Yu's whole body was mobilized and the glittering sword danced out loud!

On the hundreds of green shadows that Jun Yu waved, a trace of electric light flashed occasionally, and the hit soul flashed and crackled on his body, causing huge trauma, making it unable to transform again for a long time!

When the middle-aged scholar saw the situation on Jun Yu, he shouted, "Brother, you are so good. The strength is expanding the attack range so that these yin souls cannot get close to the team!"

Seeing this, Jun Yu realized in his heart, "It seems that the trace of the wind and thunder shadowless sword carries is very restrained by the soul, and the trauma caused is also huge!" Jun Yu's confidence increased greatly, so he continued to thrust the wind and thunder shadowless sword. The third-level sword style rumbled, and several lightnings were mixed in the middle, constantly putting pressure on the soul in front of him!

In the yin soul group, seeing the situation on Jun Yu's side, with a very shrill cry, more than ten third-level yin souls quickly approached Jun Yu and repelled Jun Yu, who was struggling to attack, almost instantly, and it was difficult to form an effective counterattack, so they could only defend with all their strength.

"Hakui! Where can I escape!" Heikui killed all directions in the group of yin souls. He heard this very shrill cry, and quickly locked a ghost-faced and fanged yin soul and launched a stormy attack on it!

Within a few breaths, the leading yin soul was buried under Heikui's giant hammers. Hundreds of yin souls suddenly lost their leadership and the attack began to become messy, allowing the team to breathe.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Everyone tried his best to start fighting back and drive away these yin souls!"

Jun Yu's face was pale at this time. Under the deliberate care of more than ten third-level souls, he still defended hastily. He used several electric lights to restrain the souls and was not traumatized for the time being.

As the team's counterattack began, the scattered yin soul recondensed in the distance, and gradually left the team with a confused se. Jun Yu received the team's assistance, and the pressure suddenly decreased greatly. He continued to use electric light to cause heavy damage to his side, gradually widening his side.

After a cup of tea, a group of yin souls were divided into several pieces by the team without organization and defeated and fled. In this battle, two innate masters led thirteen generals to destroy hundreds of yin souls, which made Jun Yu feel the terribleness of yin souls.

Because two members of the team were injured, the team found a place a hundred miles away, gathered again, began to jingle, and cultivate and heal the wounds.

"Look at you, the group of yin souls, although they are still quite powerful outside the Burial Immortal Valley, there are all miscellaneous scattered soldiers and wandering in the depths of the Burial Immortal Valley!" Hei Kui was on the side, looking at the injured two people in the team, feeling a little unhappy.

"Brother Heikui, you are of course powerful. But after the yin soul was dispersed, it continued to condense. There were many, which made people exhausted to deal with it. It was normal to be injured." An injured team member was a little unhappy and muttered.

"What? You are not strong enough. I'll say a few words, but you're still talking back!" Hei Kui's eyes widened, he looked at the team member fiercely, and said loudly.

The team member dared not speak, lowered his head and silently healed his wounds, his face turned pale and red.

The middle-aged scholar quickly stopped Heikui and persuaded: "Brother Heikui, this Immortal Burial Valley is extremely dangerous and there is no way to be injured. You should be more tolerant as your elder brother."

Heikui did not refute the middle-aged scholar's words. He smiled, stared at the injured team member, and walked away.

Jun Yu was standing by, meditating and regulating breathing, resolving the elixir of the transformation of strength, and replenishing strength. He thought, "According to classical records, I need the fourth grade Xuanming root, which is produced in a deep cave in the Burial Immortal Valley. Now it seems that even the outer periphery of the Burial Immortal Valley is so dangerous, let alone the depths of the Burial Immortal Valley?"

"If what Hei Kui said is true, then this group of yin souls can't resist it at all. In the depths of the Burial Immortal Valley, this is just a group of scattered soldiers and brave men. What is even more powerful? What should I do..." Jun Yu frowned without feeling that his brows were tightly furrowed and took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!