Ao Hai smiled: "Of course not. Ghost King and Ghost General are just titles. It does not mean that all ghost cultivators are ghosts. On the contrary, they are all real human beings. How should I put it..." Ao Hai considered it carefully:
"The monks of the Ghost Cultivating Sect mainly practice some ghost techniques, which are what the world calls 'Yin Kung' and 'Evil Kung Fu'. To practice this type of Kung Fu, you need to absorb Yin Qi or devour other people's energy.
Soul and Nascent Soul. In short, the skills of the ghost cultivation sect are very domineering. Due to the characteristics of the cultivation methods, the aura of the monks of the ghost cultivation sect is very scary. At first glance, they look like ghosts. In fact, they are still human in their bones.
"
Through Ao Hai's detailed explanation, the bald old man and the old demon of the stone sea finally understood.
"Since you know the Ghost King of the Ghost Cultivating Sect, it's up to you to go there. I hope you can successfully convince the Ghost Cultivating Sect to form an alliance with us." Old Demon Shi Hai thought about it and agreed to let Ao Hai negotiate with the Ghost Cultivating Sect.
"It won't be too late. I'll leave now." Ao Hai bowed his hands to the old demon Shihai and strode out of the tent.
After Ao Hai's figure completely disappeared, the bald old man asked the old demon Shi Hai: "Can Ao Hai convince the ghost cultivator?"
Old Demon Shihai shook his head: "I don't know either. I hope it will succeed."
Not long after Ao Hai left, Old Demon Shihai and the bald old man received news that the Lord of the Black Turtle Clan and a large number of his subordinates were trapped in a city by human cultivators. It is conservatively estimated that this time the human race dispatched no less than 10,000 people.
Immortal cultivators. Most of them are in the Golden Elixir stage.
There is no other way. The old demon Shihai and the bald old man can only lead a large number of demons to rescue them.
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In the cave.
Lin San looked at the Huntian Pill in his hand, with a hesitant look on his face.
After several days of meditation, Lin San's state of mind finally calmed down and he could try to condense the Nascent Soul.
The Huntian Pill was refined by Lin San with great effort. It is said that it can increase the chance of immortal cultivators condensing the Nascent Soul.
"Huh..." Lin San exhaled softly and said to himself: "This time I have to condense the Nascent Soul no matter what. I must not fail." A trace of determination flashed in Lin San's eyes. He raised his hand and took the Huntian Pill.
Put it in your mouth.
The Huntian Pill melts immediately in the mouth, turning into a warm current that slowly flows down Lin San's throat towards the Dantian.
Lin San closed his eyes, made a magic formula with both hands, and began to mobilize all the magic power in his body to slowly gather it towards his Dantian.
At this time, a small vortex appeared in the middle of Lin San's Dantian. The vortex rotated slowly, sucking in the mana gathered around it.
With the injection of a large amount of mana, the area of the vortex in the middle of the Dantian is getting larger and larger, and the speed of rotation is getting faster and faster. Waves of green light continue to emerge in the vortex...
Lin San's body trembled slightly. A layer of dense sweat appeared on his forehead. A thick white mist emitted from the top of his head. Suddenly, a layer of black liquid appeared in the pores on Lin San's face and arms. Waves of black liquid appeared.
The stench emanated from the liquid. As time passed, more and more black liquid came out of the pores on Lin San's body. The stench became stronger and stronger. If Lin San hadn't held his breath, he would have fainted.
.
Lin San is undergoing body transformation at this time. The black liquid coming out of the pores is the impurities in the body. As long as all the impurities in the body are driven out of the body, Lin San's system will undergo earth-shaking changes. At the same time, the condensed Yuanying will also
That's half the battle.
Only by removing impurities from the body, improving the constitution, and expanding the meridians can one be able to withstand the impact of violent magic power.
At this time, Lin San had entered a dormant state. He was not aware of what was happening in the outside world. Only his spiritual consciousness penetrated into his body and he slowly observed the changes in his Dantian.
There was a soft sound. The vortex in the middle of the Dantian suddenly stopped rotating. A large blue light spot slowly shot out from the vortex. These green light spots flickered for a few times and began to slowly gather together. Indistinctly. A small figure emerges from the blue light spots.
At this moment, there was a sudden roar from outside the cave, and then several lightning bolts as thick as arms struck the roof of the cave.
"Crack." The hard and thick roof of the cave was instantly split by lightning and a large irregular hole was opened.
Lin San forcibly mobilized the vitality of heaven and earth to condense Yuanying, and finally led to the catastrophe.
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In an ancient castle.
Ao Hai, who was wearing a white shirt, stood in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, quietly admiring the couplets on the stone pillars opposite, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Brother Ao Hai, it's really you." A surprised shout came from behind.
Ao Hai turned around and saw a middle-aged man in black robe standing opposite. His face suddenly lit up: "Brother Dongfang."
The middle-aged man strode over. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Ao Hai's wrist tightly. He laughed heartily and said, "Brother Ao Hai, you really miss me."
Ao Hai's expression was also a little excited: "It's been a hundred years since we last said goodbye. You and I are both old."
"I'm getting old. Brother Ao Hai is still as young as before." As he spoke, the middle-aged man asked Ao Hai to sit on the chair next to him.
At this time, a maid walked in, gently put down two cups of tea, and then stood behind the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man sitting opposite Ao Hai is called Dongfang Yun. He is one of the top ten ghost kings of the ghost cultivator sect. He has the cultivation level of the late Yuanying. A hundred years ago, Dongfang Yun and Ao Hai had a chance encounter and they had some friendship.
After a few pleasantries, Dongfang Yun asked bluntly: "Brother Ao Hai, why did you come to me suddenly? Did something happen?"
Ao Hai raised his head and looked at the maid standing behind Dongfang Yun. She seemed hesitant to speak.
Dongfang Yun waved to the maid: "It's okay here. Please step back first."
The maid nodded and walked out of the hall with small steps.
After the maid's figure disappeared completely, Ao Hai said: "To be honest, Brother Dongfang, I came here to ask for something."
"What's the matter?" Dongfang Yun asked doubtfully.
Ao Hai stretched out his hand and three more wooden boxes appeared on the table.
"What are you doing?" Dongfang Yun was confused by Ao Hai's behavior.
Ao Hai raised his hand and opened the lids of three wooden boxes.
Dongfang Yun lowered his head and glanced inside the three boxes: "Hey. So many spiritual stones and spiritual herbs."
Ao Hai smiled: "There are a total of 500,000 mid-level spiritual stones here and 10,000 precious spiritual herbs for refining elixirs."
Dongfang Yun narrowed his eyes: "Brother Ao Hai, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Ao Hai slowly pushed the three wooden boxes to Dongfang Yun: "Brother Dongfang must have heard about the recent war between our demon race and your human race."
Dongfang Yun shook his head: "I think Brother Ao Hai made a mistake. The one who is at war with you is the Taoist sect of the human race. It has nothing to do with our ghost cultivator sect."
"Of course I know this...Brother Dongfang, I won't hide it anymore. I'm here on behalf of the entire demon clan this time. The purpose is to talk to your ghost cultivator about forming an alliance." Ao Hai looked at it. The time was almost here. I told him my true purpose.