"I have only heard of the underworld. What kind of place is this ghost world? Are the immortal incarnation and Xiaoxue in the ghost world now?" Fang Hao frowned.
"Based on the environment in the mirror, it should be close to ten. However, to verify the authenticity, we have to wait until night, because the entrance to the ghost world will only appear at a specific time and place at night." The Black Fire Turtle said solemnly.
road.
"It's still some time before dark. You can tell me the origin of the ghost world in detail, so that I won't encounter you and be as helpless as them."
Although Fang Hao has always had no taboos, when it comes to obscure things like ghosts and ghosts, he is still like an ordinary Chinese person, with a certain natural awe.
"The so-called ghost world is a world of thoughts formed by the condensed resentment of people who died in vain. Strictly speaking, it does not really exist. It can only be generated in a certain specific environment. After a living being enters the ghost world,
It will also accelerate the destruction of the ghost world."
"However, the ghost world where the immortal incarnation currently resides does not seem to be a pure world of ideas. It is more like an artificial formation similar to the taboo formations I carved in the demon city."
"You mean, someone deliberately trapped others in this ghost world. Is it the work of the resentful spirits who died in vain?" Fang Hao guessed.
The Xuanhuo Turtle shook his head and said with disdain: "Don't forget, your immortal incarnation is higher than you. If you want to trap her, you have to be a resentful spirit like me who has lived for tens of thousands of years.
, it’s a pity that even if there is, it doesn’t have the ability to create a world.”
"Why don't you tell me your inference directly, so that I don't have to guess wrong all the time." Fang Hao said impatiently.
According to his plan, he would only stay in the Ice Soul Immortal Palace for a few days at most. When the messenger from the underworld comes, he can follow him into the underworld.
However, the immortal incarnation is currently trapped, and Bing Wuyue and Ning Qiu are still missing. This undoubtedly completely disrupted Fang Hao's plan.
And if he wants to deal with the matter of the ancient divine fetus and the son of the underworld before the Immortal Ascension Conference, he must correct the chaos in the shortest possible time and get everything back on track.
"I remember you said something on the road before, that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You must calm down now, otherwise even if you enter the ghost world, you might be trapped in it like them and unable to leave."
The fire turtle said slowly.
When Fang Hao heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes and said, "I think you are speaking so slowly just for revenge. Regardless of whether there is a human or a ghost behind this, as long as he dares to come out, I will never forgive him!"
Perhaps ordinary monks still have a certain fear of evil spirits.
But for Fang Hao, unless it is an existence that he cannot compete with like the remnant of Hades in the Hades Palace, otherwise even if it is an evil Shura ghost, Fang Hao can raise his hand to make its soul fly away and never be reincarnated.
Seeing that Fang Hao didn't take the person behind the scenes seriously at all, Xuanhuo Turtle couldn't help but remind him: "In front of the monks' magical powers, ordinary ghosts and monsters are indeed as paper-like, but if they are ghost cultivators, it will be a bit troublesome.
Already."
"Ghost cultivators, like evil cultivators, both worship gods. However, unlike evil cultivators, ghost cultivators rely on the power of devouring souls to strengthen themselves. It is precisely because they can absorb the souls of others that ghost cultivators are extremely difficult to kill!"
"And according to my inference, the person who can create a ghost world that is the same as reality is most likely not an ordinary ghost cultivator, but an immortal ghost lord who has experienced several reincarnations!"
Fang Hao raised his sword eyebrows slightly and said: "A person with strong soul power can indeed go through several reincarnations without being destroyed. What is the approximate strength of this Ghost Lord?"
Xuanhuo Turtle smiled and said: "The primary strength of the Ghost Lord is probably equivalent to the peak of a great god, but if you are a Ghost Lord above rank seven, you can have seven chances of immortality, and every time you are killed, your strength will be doubled.
"
"So, a seventh-level ghost master is equivalent to the superimposed strength of seven great god peak monks. What does it mean for those above seven levels?" Fang Hao continued to ask.
"All ghost cultivators above rank seven are called Ghost Emperor. Although the Ghost Emperor is not strong, he has the ability to seize bodies and parasitize like evil gods. Therefore, generally no cultivator can return to the Ghost Emperor after seeing him.
Can survive."
After hearing this, Fang Hao also had a general understanding of the so-called ghost cultivator, but he still couldn't figure out what the ghost cultivator wanted to do?
If it was just to absorb the power of the soul, since he has the ability to trap the immortal incarnation, wouldn't it be easier to do it directly?
What made Fang Hao even more concerned was that Ning Qiu and Bing Wuyue disappeared for no reason.
With the cultivation level of these two people, even if they encounter a seventh-level ghost cultivator or even a ghost emperor, they will definitely be able to fight, and there is absolutely no way they can disappear so quietly.
His intuition told him that behind everything strange, there seemed to be an invisible giant hand controlling everything.
As darkness fell, the originally lifeless wilderness became as dead as a cemetery.
Fang Hao and the Black Fire Turtle were standing on the tallest towering ancient tree in the wilderness, and Fang Hao's consciousness had already enveloped the entire wilderness.
Even if a fly flies by, he can know it clearly, and according to Xuanhuo Turtle, when the ghost world opens, there will be powerful spiritual power fluctuations.
Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to hide it from Fang Hao's perception.
"It's already passed. Why hasn't this ghost world appeared yet? Could it be that the ghost cultivator noticed my existence?"
"Probably not. Although ghost cultivators are not afraid of the sun, they prefer to appear at night than during the day. Moreover, the resentment around this wilderness is extremely strong. If I were a ghost cultivator, this would definitely be the best place to practice. No matter how patient you are,
Wait and see."
Fang Hao and the Xuanhuo Turtle used their spiritual thoughts to communicate while closely observing the changes in spiritual energy around the wilderness. However, what puzzled Fang Hao and the Xuanhuo Turtle was that they waited for most of the night but did not see even a ghost.
"Isn't this ghost cultivator's activity area not fixed? But if we want to maintain the operation of the ghost world, the ghost cultivator must not be able to leave too far, unless this ghost cultivator is hiding in the ghost world!"
As soon as he thought of this, Xuanhuo Turtle had no time to explain too much to Fang Hao, and directly activated the ancient divine pattern, and then released the Brahma flame.
In an instant, the mountains and forests within a hundred miles of the wilderness suddenly turned into a sea of fire.
"Bang!"
Just as the fire spread to the heart of the wilderness, a sudden change occurred.
The flames that were originally spreading in a straight line were directly blocked by an invisible force.
"The entrance to the ghost world should be right there!"
Without the Xuanhuo Turtle's reminder, Fang Hao jumped directly from the top of the tree. With countless dazzling scorching flames, Fang Hao walked straight to the vacuum area.
"What kind of monk with such a short-sighted mind actually trespassed on my territory? I think you are really impatient with life!"
As soon as Fang Hao stood still, a sharp and harsh voice like a night owl came from the void.
Then, a large black mist as thick as ink rose from the ground where he was, instantly swallowing Fang Hao's entire body.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Hao had disappeared! (To be continued)