Previously, this Nether Spirit did nothing, but just shared all his memory with him.

Zhuang Yu's father recorded that the formation that absorbed the dark energy required a formation spirit.

There is a kind of ghost cultivator physique, born with ghost eyes, and can see the invisible body of souls or various spiritual bodies of mortals.

This kind of person is extremely special, born without spiritual roots, and cannot practice at all.

But they could sense the extremely mysterious dark energy and absorb it.

Huo Nan is such a physique that is unparalleled. He was captured and pulled out his soul and then made into this bead to absorb the dark energy.

Perhaps sympathized with Huo Nan's experience, Zhuang Yu saved him.

With a slight smile, Zhuang Yu continued to communicate with Ming Ling.

After a stick of incense, he suddenly looked back with a suspicion.

The spiritual sense sensed it, and someone came after him.

Zhuang Yu frowned. He flew on the sword, afraid of the pursuit, so he had changed directions several times during this period, and was far away from the direction of Gufeng City.

The other party seemed to have discovered Zhuang Yu, and for a moment, a spiritual consciousness collided.

After realizing the early stages of Zhuang Yu's spiritual vein, the opponent's speed of chasing him was significantly faster.

Zhuang Yu felt the late cultivation of the other party's spiritual vein, frowned, and stood directly on a mountain without moving.

After a while, a black light circled down a place more than ten feet away in front of Zhuang Yu, and a man covered in black air floated in the air.

It was the man named Pinghuang.

As soon as Pinghuang appeared, his murderous aura was very strong.

Zhuang Yu looked at the other party, a little surprised.

"In Xia Pinghuang, do you have the Nether Phoenix Pearl on you? Can you hand it over? That thing is just a waste to us!" Pinghuang's tone was cold and his black air rose sharply.

A black ring-shaped magic weapon floated out.

"Mingfeng Pearl? What is that?" Zhuang Yu smiled slightly.

"It seems that you are not going to hand it over. You still have the ghost aura unique to Youquan on your body. I'm afraid you don't know. It's okay, you didn't want to live!"

Before he finished speaking, black mists turned into black dragons and rushed towards Zhuang Yu. Wherever the black dragon passed, all the flowers, plants and trees directly turned into rot.

Zhuang Yu's face changed, with a wave of his hand, and several red fire dragons rushed forward.

"Hmph! Overestimate one's own abilities!"

Pinghuang saw Zhuang Yu use the fire dragon to deal with him empty-handedly, and there was a burst of disdain on his face.

Sure enough, when the fire dragon transformed by Zhuang Yu touched the black dragon, it was directly corroded like the woods at the foot of the mountain.

Zhuang Yu was a little surprised and used several spiritual techniques in his hands to instantly produce them.

In an instant, dozens of sword shadows rushed towards the black dragon, and for a momentum it actually overwhelmed the black dragons.

"snort!"

Zhuang Yu snorted angrily, and more than a dozen sword shadows turned around and actually walked around the black dragon and rushed towards Pinghuang behind him.

At the same time, a black light flashed between Zhuang Yu's eyebrows.

Ping Huang felt the invincible sword intent inside the sword shadow and his face was shocked.

With his right hand moved, he moved three feet to the left, and then looked at Zhuang Yu in disbelief.

"Who are you? This is the supreme spiritual secret technique of the merchant, Hongmeng Sword Book, how can you practice it?"

Pinghuang looked at the entire flattened mountain below, and felt heartbroken.

The seemingly light sword shadow is so powerful.

"I will let me go if I show my identity?"

Zhuang Yu looked calm and controlled the sword shadow again toward Pinghuang Thorn.

There were also two black sword lights mixed in the sword shadow.

"Haha! If you don't do anything, you really think that the spiritual vein is invincible in the early stages of the world. Let you see why the spiritual supreme world of immortal cultivation is!"

Ping Huang smiled and moved his wrist.

A nearly physical black dragon broke through the air and swallowed the circular magic weapon in one mouthful.

A breath of destruction that swallowed the heaven and earth roared.

Zhuang Yu's face changed. The two dark sword lights he had hidden among the sword shadows were actually dispersed directly by the other party's spiritual aura.

Although he did not activate the power of the underworld with all his strength, it is enough to prove that this peaceful cultivation level is definitely not simple!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!