The shrill roar shook the air, and even Feng Jinghong could hear the endless anger from the roar!
"No, except for the leader-looking Yin Ling, I'm afraid these are just soldiers and generals. The real powerful people haven't appeared yet!"
Feng Jinghong was slightly startled. These Yin spirits in front of her were all at the Golden Core stage, but what kind of strength would this angry guy have now?
It didn't take long for Feng Jinghong to have the answer!
Black gas kept rising from the black cracks, and there was actually a hint of bright yellow in the black gas. Although it was very light, Feng Jinghong's powerful consciousness could still feel it.
"This is?"
"Brother Jinghong, be careful, there may be ghost spirits at the level of ghost kings appearing!"
The round and furry head of Jiu Ming Tianmao remained motionless, and a pair of mysterious Jiu Xuan eyes opened roundly. From the information transmitted from the divine consciousness, Feng Jinghong learned that this bright yellow ghost aura actually came from the Yin spirit.
Only the king has it!
"Ghost King? Compared to human monks, what level of cultivation should he have?"
Feng Jinghong didn't care whether he was the Ghost King or not, he was only interested in the strength of this guy who was about to appear!
"It can be regarded as the Nascent Soul stage, but the divisions in the ghost world are different from the human world. Some ghost kings have very low strength, which is the cultivation level of Jindan Great Yuanman, while some have the cultivation level of Nascent Soul stage.
, Yin spirits that usually have a faint yellow light are those in the Nascent Soul stage!"
"Nascent Soul stage? He's not particularly powerful. I wonder if I have the ability to kill him now?"
Hearing Jiujiu's explanation, Feng Jinghong's heart skipped a beat. Although he had guessed before, he was still a little nervous when he heard Jiuming Tmall's explanation. After all, this ghost king was something he had never fought against before!
"The ghost king has a physical body. In the ghost world, the Yin spirits that have reached the realm of the ghost king and have the strength of the Nascent Soul stage will have physical bodies, but they will not be too strong. Generally, they are as strong as the bodies of foundation-building monks among humans, but
Don’t underestimate this, there is a fundamental difference in combat power between the tangible and incorporeal ghost kings!”
"What's the difference?"
Before the Ghost King appeared, Feng Jinghong wanted to know more about him. Otherwise, he would know nothing about his opponent and he would inevitably suffer a big loss if he took action later!
"The lowest strength of the ghost king with a body is at the Nascent Soul stage, while the highest strength of the ghost king without a body is only the Golden Elixir Dzogchen. Just like the human world, after the Yin spirit has a body, it can use artistic conception attacks, and the power will be
He is much stronger, and the Ghost Emperor above the Ghost Heaven is at the stage of becoming a god, and as for the Ghost Emperor with the highest cultivation level in the Ghost World, he has even reached the Yang Shen realm!"
"Then you mean that what I have to face next is a ghost king whose strength has reached at least the Nascent Soul stage?"
Feng Jinghong frowned. He couldn't even remember how many times he had faced Yuanying-level monks.
"Well, it shouldn't exceed the Nascent Soul stage, because the barriers between humans and ghosts do not allow monks at the level of gods to cross!"
Just when Jiuming Tmall finished these words, the black energy in the black crack suddenly stopped gushing out, and the black energy that came out gathered together and kept squirming. There was clearly a tall figure inside.
The human figure makes ferocious roars from time to time!
"Little cat, you know a lot, but this is meaningless. Even if you two are at the peak of Jin Dan's combat power, you will die at the hands of me, the real ghost king, today. Who makes you so ignorant?
Why did you choose this cave? You want to rob the Dongji people of the fountain of life. Damn it!"
The black mist completely subsided, and a ferocious-looking man with a height of two feet appeared in front of Feng Jinghong. If it weren't for the faint green light shining in his two huge eyes, Feng Jinghong almost thought that the man in front of him was a human being!
"True Ghost King of the Underworld? Master Dongji? After doing this for a long time, you are still just an errand boy?"
Feng Jinghong couldn't help but smile, but he was even more wary in his heart. The Zhang Er Ghost King in front of him was already in the Nascent Soul stage. What kind of Dongda man could come out? He couldn't be a god-transformation monk? If that was the case, why would he fight?
Run quickly!
"Hmph, even if I am an errand runner, I am better than you, a little ant at the Golden Core stage. Besides, it is my honor to be able to run errands under Master Dongda!"
The True Ghost King looked lucky, even a little proud!
"Okay, if you want to be your little follower, I won't stop you, but you can't stop me from taking this life spring, otherwise, you will die!"
Feng Jinghong shouted in a deep voice, and the eight-pole coffin lamp above his head emitted a circle of misty purple light. The giant eyes of the True Underworld Ghost King, which were originally as big as copper bells, widened a bit.
"Eh? You actually have those bald donkey magic weapons. Damn it. You think I can't do anything to you with just one magic weapon. Humph, let you see my king's blood banner of ten thousand souls!"
The True Underworld Ghost King couldn't help but show fear when he saw the eight-pole coffin lamp above Feng Jinghong's head, but then he roared angrily and pulled out a small black flag from his waist. The blood lingered on it, emitting bursts of pungent stench, which made Feng Jinghong
Hongdu suddenly felt dizzy.
"Huh? It seems that you are afraid of my Buddhist magic weapon?"
Feng Jinghong didn't expect that the light of the Baji coffin lamp would actually make the ghost king in front of her so frightened, and she couldn't help but feel happy.
"Hmph, would I be afraid of you, a little golden elixir monk? What a joke! Come and die!"
As soon as the blood flag in the hand of the True Nether Ghost King was thrown, the eighteen Yin spirits that had originally surrounded Feng Jinghong immediately jumped into the flag. In the endless blood light, there were eighteen ghost figures roaring, and they
Behind him, there are countless evil spirits, looking even more ferocious and terrifying in the blood light!
"Thousands of souls devour souls, blood flags kill lives!"
The True Underworld Ghost King pressed his dark fingers hard, and a slight light flew out from his fingers and fell into the blood flag. In an instant, the one-foot-sized blood flag turned into a three-foot tall one, and the figure inside was clearly visible, like
Groups of troops slowly walked out of the banners, rushing towards Feng Jinghong quickly while making unpleasant ghostly screams!
"Since you are so ignorant, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Feng Jinghong already had a plan to deal with this thing in his mind. When he saw those ghosts rushing out, he was not afraid. The demon sword in his hand shook, and a low roar came from the sword. The Jade Snake Sword had not appeared for a long time.
The spirit raised its head and neighed in the surging demonic energy, kept spitting out long letters, and faced the ghost figure flying out!
"Huh? Sword Spirit? It's actually a magic weapon-level magic sword. You are quite capable. You can actually use two magic weapons. But your journey ends here. Let's see how I eat you alive.
Got it!"
There was a hint of solemnity on the ferocious face of the True Underworld Ghost King, and then his figure suddenly grew. In a blink of an eye, he had grown to be as tall as Biquan Cave. His whole body was filled with black energy, but there was a touch of bright gold on his chest that kept shining.
The golden light and long arms grabbed Feng Jinghong fiercely!
"With such a strong Yin Qi, I believe the Seven-Colored Essence Devouring Demon Vine will be very happy!"
Feng Jinghong tapped his left palm, and a long black vine flew out from his palm and wrapped around his two giant arms. His right palm emitted a golden light, and he grasped the eight-pole coffin lamp above his head, and the Buddhist Dharma in his body
The golden elixir rotated rapidly and turned on the eight-pole coffin lamp!