The huge movement in Youzhou naturally attracted many monks in Binzhou, and many advanced monks were worried.
"Daozong?" Gu Yunfeng said with raised eyebrows.
"It should be that there is something wrong with Dao Sect." Ye Luoshui looked solemn. At the moment, they are not sure about the Luoxia Valley. Although it is more likely to be bad than good, they still hold on to hope. But now they feel that Dao Sect is there.
Suddenly, it became clear that Daozong might be in crisis.
"Leave the matter in Binzhou to them, how about we go to Daozong first?" Master Qingdeng asked for everyone's opinions. After all, the matter in Binzhou is not a temporary matter, and they, the high-level officials of the Holy Land, are wasting their time here.
With the arrival of many monks from Qingzhou and reinforcements from the Five Alliances, there is no need to worry about refining Binzhou Yin Qi.
A total of 80 monks in the realm of gods from the six holy places went directly to Dao Sect. The journey was thousands of kilometers but only a few days. However, these few days were enough to change too many things.
Daozong, the Futian Formation is still maintained, but its power is not as good as before. While the formation is running, countless monks are injured and backfired, and even those low-level monks have lost their lives.
There are almost tens of thousands, and the souls of these monks have been stripped away by the Ghost King recently, but it is not known what role he intends to play.
Half a day has passed, and more than half of Youzhou's cultivators in the realm of gods have fallen. They died miserably one by one. Some even had no time to self-destruct their souls, contributing their greatest strength.
The Ghost King was still like a cat playing with a mouse, taking his time with the three of them, and all the souls of the monks in the world were absorbed into the Soul Capturing Tower in his hand.
The Soul Capturing Tower was only two feet in size. It was originally extremely dark, but over the course of half a day, the Soul Capturing Tower began to turn red.
Yuanqing Yuanhua himself, Ziyang Taoist, relied on the immortal weapon in his hand to protect it carefully. Although he knew that he could not attack the Ghost King, he just wanted to delay time.
Once those monks in the Ghost Valley fall, the Ghost King will also show no mercy and absorb their souls into the Soul Capturing Tower.
Thousands of kilometers away, feeling the arrival of many powerful figures, the Ghost King curled up his lips and didn't take it seriously. After all, this was also part of his inner plan. The more monks who came, the better, preferably all the monks in Kyushu.
If they all come together, he can catch them all in one fell swoop without having to run around.
No one can know his inner plan. He has been preparing for his truest purpose and plan for who knows how long, and when he thinks that that moment is coming, the Ghost King feels a strong sense of excitement in his heart.
Yuan Qing and others looked at the tragic scenes around them and were anxious, but there was nothing they could do. After all, if the three of them left, the damage caused by the Ghost King would probably be even greater.
"Boom."
A huge roaring sound erupted, and the three Taoist sects fell from the realm of god transformation, along with the hanging ghosts.
Relying on the silver thread, the Hanged Ghost slaughtered countless monks in the field. Several Dao Sect monks who were seriously injured chose to do this out of desperation.
Normally, a monk in the realm of transforming gods can intimidate an opponent, but now in this place, monks in the realm of transforming gods seem to be worthless.
In this regard, the Ghost King just looked at it indifferently, and had no emotion at all about accepting the death of the hanged ghost. He just peeled off all those souls and absorbed them.
The sect chosen by Dao Zong was originally a place full of spiritual energy, but after this battle, the entire sect was useless.
The three second-grade spiritual veins in the sect, in order to set up the Futian Formation this time, have been maintaining the formation at all costs.
At present, the surrounding area is filled with lifeless energy, and there are countless corpses of monks. This is despite the fact that many physical bodies have been destroyed. In the future, this place of spiritual energy may also become a place of deathly energy.
The Futian Formation is still going on. After all, the three second-grade spiritual veins have lasted for a long time, and the spiritual energy contained in them is also very sufficient.
There were originally more than 200,000 monks here, but now more than half were killed or injured, and everyone was already a little numb. Only the Ghost King's eyes were a little excited and greedy, and the Soul Capturing Tower in his hand was as red as blood.
At the moment, the Ghost King's actions are becoming more and more intense. It is very difficult for Yuan Qing and the other three who are oppressing them. There is a gap in their own realms, and coupled with their understanding of the great road, the gap is naturally even greater.
Looking at the soul-capturing tower in his hand, the Ghost King seemed a little satisfied, and then began to talk to himself.
"Okay, it's time to end playing with you for so long."
After the words fell, the ghost king's figure suddenly changed. There were six ghost kings in the void, and others could not tell the difference between reality and reality.
The six figures acted in unison with their hand movements. At that moment, several gray spiritual lights shot out. The three of them in Yuan and Qing were all at the peak of the realm of god transformation. Now that the Hanged Ghost has fallen, he naturally had to refine a ghost soldier to complete the top ten.
Evil ghost.
As the Ghost King began to exert force, the rolling cold yin energy around them began to restrict their movements, which greatly affected their speed.
Suddenly, several figures appeared directly in front of Yuan Hua, and the spur wheel suddenly fell down and waved out. At the same time, the soul-stirring tower also burst out with red light.
"Junior brother!" Yuan Qing's eyes widened and the boss shouted. Seeing this scene, he had no time to help.
"Uncle Master!"
Taoist Ziyang shouted loudly, his Taoist robes burst with thunder, and his figure moved directly in front of Yuan Hua.
The stinging wheel bombarded down and immediately penetrated Taoist Ziyang's body. Even if he was protected by a magic weapon, it still had little effect. The strange cold yin power seemed to be able to limit the power of the magic weapon.
Taoist Ziyang's face was distorted, a little painful, but what was even more painful was that his aura suddenly plummeted, and the Soul Capturing Tower in the Ghost King's hand seemed to absorb even his soul.
Yuan Hua and Yuan Qing were shocked by the sudden change. However, they were inferior in strength and skills, so they could only watch helplessly.
In an instant, Taoist Ziyang's soul was taken away by the Ghost King. The treatment was worse than death. Yuan Qing and Yuan Hua's eyes were about to burst. They suppressed the sadness in their hearts and quickly retreated.
Without one Ziyang Taoist, it would be even more difficult for the two of them to support the Ghost King's offensive.
The two of them retreated to Daozong and could only take advantage of the power of the Futian Formation to rest for a while.
At this time, the monks from the six holy places finally arrived. Looking at the scene, the Taoist heart that was almost in a state of mind may have collapsed.
The Ghost King did not continue to attack Yuanhua Yuanqing, but looked at the seventy or eighty figures and grinned.
The monks from the six holy places all looked bad. These guys were too ruthless. If they hadn't arrived in time today, I'm afraid the consequences would have been unbelievable. Even the land of Kyushu would have been damaged.
Look.
Qin Chungang cursed, and the hatred, grievances and disputes, no matter how much fighting was done, would definitely not be like this, but now the situation has completely deteriorated.
But just now they had a glimpse of the Ghost King's strength. At least the aura of a monk at the peak of the realm of god transformation completely subverted the imagination of everyone present.
"The fish is hooked."
The Ghost King chuckled and looked at the seventy or eighty figures, seemingly very satisfied. After all, the soul of an advanced monk was comparable to the souls of many monks.
As soon as these words came out, many people were a little numb. After all, the other nine evil ghosts were nothing. This ghost king was almost unable to be restrained by any means.
"Be careful, this guy may have broken through the spiritual sea realm, or he may have some special opportunity."
Seeing the advanced monks from the Six Holy Lands gathered together, Yuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not look happy. After all, no one could deal with the Ghost King, and the gap in realm was enough to crush everyone.
"I'm in a hurry. I don't know if any of the sects have left any killer methods. Don't hide your clumsiness at this time."
Gu Yunfeng smiled bitterly. He was still quite confident at first, but who could have known that there would be such a monster as the Ghost King.
Everyone fell into silence. Even though it was obviously too late now, the Ghost King couldn't wait to take action.
"Now that you're here, hand over your soul."
The Ghost King was a little excited in his words, and he directly threw the Soul Capturing Tower. After the Soul Capturing Tower was thrown into the void, it immediately began to enlarge.
The entire world was enveloped in the soul-stirring tower, and a suppressive power suddenly filled the air.
"What on earth is this guy going to do!" Ye Luoshui exclaimed, after all, the Ghost King is like a madman.
"He wants to refine us all, and it seems that he won't even let the Guigu monks go?" Ye Yin looked ugly.
"Let's work together and fight hard." Palace Master Huang sighed slightly. So far, no one regrets coming here. After all, even if these things didn't happen today, the Ghost King will still come to visit him in the future.
The power of suppression became stronger and stronger, and Master Qingdeng's face became anxious, "Do it, and if you drag it on, you will be restricted even more severely."
"The three of us trapped him, you hurry up and solve the current trouble." The three senior monks of Lingyin Temple looked at each other, and then showed a look of resignation.
Without waiting for any reaction from the others, the three eminent monks sat cross-legged, golden light emitted one by one, and the golden figure of Mishima Arhat immediately condensed behind the three people.
One is skinny, with bright eyes, holding a dead tree branch in his hand, one is lazy but has a solemn breath, and the other one is also holding a jade pipa in his hand.
The three eminent monks directly condensed the Arhat's golden body, and looking at the condensation of strength, they paid a high price. They could obviously detect that the life breath of the three eminent monks was passing away. At this juncture, there is no other way but this.
Three huge golden bodies of Arhats faced the Ghost King as soon as they appeared. With the help of the power of the Futian Formation, the three golden bodies of Arhats faced off against the Ghost King, while three whips appeared in the hands of the three white monks and they were thrown out one after another.
