Zhao Yu took out the ghost flag and shook it, and a large piece of ghost mist rose up and rolled towards the monster below.
A large number of monsters below were swept up by the ghost mist, and were fascinated by the illusion, killing each other.
Wherever the ghost mist passes, a large number of monster corpses will appear soon.
A second-level mid-level ghost-faced jackal with a body length of about ten feet screamed when it saw the ghost mist filling the air, and fled madly with its people.
A dark curse mark appeared in the White Ghost Emperor's eyes, and he activated his phantom ghost pupils to lock onto the ghost-faced jackal.
The ghost-faced jackal's eyes were confused for a while, and it moved a few steps into the ghost mist. However, the ghost-faced eyes on its back opened and let out a sharp whistle, causing it to wake up instantly, turn around and run away.
Although the ghost-faced jackal is not as powerful as the White Ghost Emperor, he is naturally not afraid of illusions. Only when the White Ghost Emperor has advanced to become a third-level spirit ghost, or has his illusion skills advanced several times, can he be charmed by illusions.
Zhao Yu immediately pulled out a large silver net, blooming with bright spiritual light, and aimed it at the ghost-faced jackal.
The ghost-faced jackal stood up, the dark demonic light above its claws barely blocking the silver net.
A white shadow flashed, and the White Ghost Emperor appeared behind the ghost-faced jackal in an instant, and pierced the heart of the ghost-faced jackal with one claw.
The remaining second-level medium-grade steel-haired gray rock pig, which was five feet long and covered with a layer of steel rock, looked like a fortress. It turned around and ran away when the situation was bad.
The White Ghost Emperor raised his head and looked at the steel-haired gray rock pig. The steel-haired gray rock pig's eyes were fascinated, and it galloped in front of the White Ghost Emperor. His head was broken by its claws and turned into a corpse.
Zhao Yu's eyes flashed with a burning look: "The White Ghost Emperor is really powerful! But it is only a low-grade spirit ghost and can only activate six soul talents. If it is promoted to a middle-grade spirit ghost, how many soul talents can be activated? What if?
If it can obtain the true method of top ghost cultivation, its strength will only reach a higher level!"
The White Ghost Emperor has currently opened six soul talents, but that is already its limit. If it does not break through the level, it will not be able to have more soul talents.
As soon as the three second-level monsters died, many monsters began to flee in all directions.
Zhao Yu controls the ghost mist and hunts monsters everywhere.
Shang Yangrong controlled a magic weapon and landed it in a cave. He shouted loudly: "Mountain Master, I have invited Senior Zhao back!"
A middle-aged monk flew out of the cave with a miserable look on his face and said: "Stop screaming! The mountain master has died in the battle!"
Shang Yangrong's face turned pale and he said, "When did this happen?"
The middle-aged monk said: "Four hours ago!"
Shang Yangrong gritted his teeth and said: "The mountain master is dead, and we still have to live! You go and call people out to help Senior Zhao hunt the monsters! From now on, I am afraid that we will have to rely on Senior Zhao to survive!" The middle-aged monk was not uninformed. After hearing this, he summoned the remaining monks from the White Peach Mountain to come out and fight with the scattered monsters.
After fighting for a whole day, most of the monsters in Baitao Mountain were killed.
A white-haired, energetic old man took out a storage bag and handed it to Zhao Yu respectfully: "Tai Yuanxing is the head of the Tai family. Thank you, Senior Zhao, for coming to the rescue. Such a great kindness is in vain.
The whole Taoshan Mountain is unforgettable. Here is the five thousand spirit stones thank you gift that Shang Yangrong promised, please accept it, Senior Zhao!"
Zhao Yu nodded slightly and put away the storage bag.
Tai Yuanxing said respectfully: "Senior Zhao, I from Baitaoshan hope to join Xiaodanling, and please take me in! Our Tai family is willing to dedicate the Baitaoshan spiritual veins to our seniors!"
Zhao Yu nodded slightly and said: "Yes! You make preparations first, I will go to Linshan Cave for a trip!"
Although the White Ghost King has consumed a lot of energy in successive battles, its recovery speed is far faster than that of ordinary spirit ghosts due to its two talents: the ghost body that does not disperse and the ghost body that gathers yin. Moreover, Zhao Yu also used Devouring Dao Fruit to assist it in refining some
Yin object, to make up for its combat consumption.
The ghost eyes of the White Ghost Emperor are so mysterious that they confuse the minds of those monsters and make a large number of monsters kill each other. This reduces the cost of fighting. If it were to tear those monsters apart one by one, its mana would have already been exhausted.
dry up.
Zhao Yu flew the magic weapon back to Xiaodanling, took Kong Tingnan with him, and flew towards Linshan Cave.
As soon as he flew to Linshan Cave, Zhao Yu saw that the Linshan Cave was filled with corpses of monsters and humans. Monsters were wandering around the Linshan Cave, searching for the scent of humans.
Kong Tingnan looked miserable and shouted at Zhao Yu with great resentment: "Everyone is dead! It's over! Everyone is dead! It's all your fault. If you hadn't come to the rescue so late, we in Linshan Cave wouldn't have died either.
So many people!! All 70,000 people in Linshan Cave died because of you!!"
"You are really an idiot who can't tell the situation! I don't have a deep friendship with Kong Feng! Not saving is a duty, but rescuing is a duty! Kong Feng cannot defend Linshan Cave, which only shows that he is an incompetent waste! As for the
You are really a waste among wastes! It is because of you that the 70,000 people in Linshan Cave died!"
Zhao Yu glanced at Kong Tingnan, shook his head slightly, and threw Kong Tingnan out.
"No!! Save me!! Save me!!"
As soon as Kong Tingnan took off with his magic weapon, he saw a second-order monster with a wingspan of five feet, a giant steel-feathered sparrow, flying towards him. His handsome face showed a trace of distortion and despair, and he called for help in horror.
Zhao Yu stepped aside and watched Kong Tingnan being swallowed by the giant steel-feathered bird. Then he took out his magic sword and wrapped it around the neck of the giant steel-feathered bird.
The head of the giant steel-feathered sparrow rolled down with a roar, turning into a corpse and falling to the ground.
In the Linshan Cave, there was a second-order middle-grade demon ape that was one foot tall, a second-order middle-grade giant snake that was fifteen feet long, and a two-foot-long, mighty second-order middle-grade red-striped giant tiger that suddenly raised its head towards Zhao Yu.
Look.
Zhao Yu took out the ghost flag and shook it, and a large piece of ghost mist swept downwards, towards the three monster beasts.
The red-striped giant tiger opened its mouth and spat out, and a pillar of fire rose into the sky and rolled toward the ghost mist.
The ghost mist was burned by the fire pillar and instantly turned into black smoke, drifting away in the wind.
The ghost mist can only trap some Qi refining monks at most. Even some monks in the middle stage of Qi refining can easily resist it as long as they have evil-proof talismans on their bodies. Naturally, they cannot withstand the demonic fire of the red-striped giant tiger.
Dark curse marks appeared in the eyes of the White Ghost Emperor, and he activated his phantom ghost eyes and looked at the demon ape.
The demon ape's eyes were stunned, and for a moment a crimson brutal light appeared. He suddenly jumped up and struck the head of the red-striped giant tiger with a punch like the weight of a mountain.
The red-striped giant tiger was unprepared and was knocked to the ground by the demon ape, spitting out a mouthful of blood arrows.
A large amount of ghost mist poured out from the White Ghost Emperor, rolling toward the area where the three second-level monsters were.
Wherever the ghost mist passed, a large number of monsters were obsessed and started killing each other.
An hour later, only the second-level middle-grade demon ape with scars all over its body was left in the ghost mist. An earth-yellow magic sword was wrapped around its neck, and its head grunted.