Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty: Nine Nether Ghosts
The black river water of the Huajiuyou River once again flipped into a slight fluctuation, but it was impossible to escape the eyes of the Yang-level powerful man who could step through the dark wind.
"There are not necessarily people below." A middle-aged man frowned slightly, and his eyes were filled with strong thoughts. He was thinking about something.
Now, no one has been here for many years, but ten days ago, a black mist like a wind sword suddenly burst out. Cultivators below the fifth level of Yang level could not approach Jiuyou River at all.
But before he came here, he heard a figure rushing through the dark wind directly, and someone confirmed that the man was only twenty years old.
"At the age of twenty, I think something like being able to rush out of this dark gale wind is really talented or terrifying magic weapon to resist the terrifying gale wind's cutting."
In the dark river water Nie Fan bit his lips and was even more arrogant and did not dare to let out. He heard the sound on it, and thought that there must be a strong man here. At least the people who can walk through the dark wind will come here.
There is more than one cultivator at the fifth level of Yang level, and at the same time, Nie Fan has to be more careful.
"Don't worry, the ghost energy here is almost very strong now, at least the level is the Eight Ghost Spirit. As long as you can endure the pain, you will definitely step into the Nine Ghost Spirit energy. Then the time will be the real tempering of Nine Ghost Spirit energy.
When fighting, the pain is definitely not comparable to that now, so take it slowly, don’t be too impatient, don’t be too impatient along the way, and don’t be impetuous, be calm, but you must never lose confidence and self-esteem, otherwise you will always step on it.
You can't reach the level of a strong man." Ye Yu's voice was very vicissitudes.
"Master, don't worry, the disciple will not disappoint the master." Nie Fan whispered slightly.
Seeing that Nie Fan, who had already been crushed and had layers of blood on his body, Ye Yu's eyes also had a hint of worry and heartache. For hundreds of years, he had traveled all over the country.
Three hundred years ago, when he was snatching the Divine Pearl, he came to the Qianlong Continent and was finally attacked. Fortunately, the Divine Pearl was obtained by him at the last moment, so he saved his soul.
Now that I have been with Nie Fan for nearly three years, I have watched Nie Fan step by step to this day. Although Nie Fan's cultivation level is only very average in this world, Nie Fan is still very young and wants to come.
In the future, I will definitely not be weaker than others.
"Haha, the master knows. I'll go back first, you go down step by step, remember that you must grasp your own ability to bear, otherwise once you step into the more terrifying ghost energy, what you are waiting for is not your achievement of the Nine Nether War Body.
It was divided into broken corpses." Ye Yu still did not forget to remind Nie Fan when he returned to the God Pearl.
Nie Fan nodded slightly.
Woooooo the black water was filled with terrifying and rich ghost energy. At this time, Nie Fan could not tell whether the ghost energy was gaseous or liquid. The Jiuyou River was almost condensed by ghost energy.
The black ripples around his body made Nie Fan's body feel terrifying pain.
Kazha was a fresh blood spurting out from Nie Fan's calves, and at the same time, the sharp blade-like ghost energy cut directly on Nie Fan's leg bones.
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching pain made Nie Fan twitch all over.
Nie Fan quickly moved his body toward him, and this time he went deeper.
Just as Nie Fan was constantly being polished by the terrifying ghost energy in the Jiuyou River, more and more people on this shore gradually became more and more. Originally, some powerful Yang-level monks came here, but after three days, some
The powerful monk actually brought his disciples to live in his own sect, and the disciples in the family appeared on the edge of the Jiuyou River.
With a loud bang, a young man punched the black river.
Suddenly, a shocking black giant lang appeared from the Jiuyou River and then pressed into the distance like a black wall, making deafening sounds, and even more terrifying streams of them were rolled up.
The stronger ghost aura whistled over the Jiuyou River, which made many people's expressions change.
"Jin Lin, what do you want to do?" The old man's shout suddenly sounded.
"Old Song, why do I feel a feeling of uneasiness standing by the Jiuyou River?" The man named Jin Lin looked like he was twenty-five or six years old and even stepped into the Yang level.
Yizhong, I think it was also a stunning talent in this family or kingdom. He didn't care about the old man's anger just now.
"Don't worry, I'm here, I can't make a big deal."
The old man named Old Song had wrinkles on his face, and a powerful aura was hidden in his body. He even shot out a series of strong sunlight. He wrapped around him within a hundred meters of his body.
"Hmph, shouldn't you clean up the mess in Jinbo Country? Are you here to take the opportunity to seize the treasure?" A man in the distance, wearing a white robe and a white cloak looked at this with dissatisfaction.
The old man who was speaking just now sounded very disgusted with the Jin family.
"Bai Wuya, it's not your turn to do the business of my Jin family." Old Song shouted angrily.
"Hahaha, is that right? I, Bai Wuya, don't bother with it, but the commander of the Golden Wolf Legion is my sworn brother. He wants to occupy your Jinbo Kingdom now. Who should I help?"
The man with a white cloak with an unknown age, named Bai Wuya sneered.
"You are looking for death." Old Song was furious.
Bang Just as the two of them were competing, the Jiuyou River suddenly caused a slightly larger wave.
At this time, Nie Fan's body collapsed three days later, and his bronze body shone with brilliance, and there were blue seed thunders lingering on it. Soon, a Xuanwu appearance was formed.
Layers of fine blue dragon scale-like skin appeared.
Kazha Nie Fan clenched his fist tightly, and suddenly a force of force disintegrated the ghost energy around his fist.
After three days, Nie Fan had completely adapted to the ghost energy here, and the intensity of ** has once again reached a terrifying state. At this moment, Nie Fan felt that he could knock out the second level of Yang-level cultivator with one punch.
, without the slightest power of moonlight, one punch can knock out a ninth level monk at the moon level, or even knock out a first level monk at the Yang level.
"Go down!"
Nie Fan gritted his teeth and immediately his body sank rapidly again.
After nearly a hundred meters of time, Nie Fan's body could no longer help but tremble.
Ten days later, Nie Fan once again sank nearly two hundred meters. The people on the shore felt more and more uneasy, and they were even more anxious. Only by going down the Jiuyou River can you see what is inside clearly.
The soul power on the shore could not invade at all, but a cultivator of the fifth level of Yang level stepped into the Jiuyou River for a day and no one dared to go down again after showing his head.
Nie Fan didn't know that the Nine Nether River is now full of ghost energy, and ordinary cultivators cannot temper ghost energy at all. If they are invaded by ghost energy, they will undoubtedly die.
One month after Nie Fan stepped into Jiuyou River, Nie Fan had already penetrated the Jiuyou River less than a thousand meters.
Now the ghost energy here is completely condensed in the river water. The river water is the ghost energy, and the ghost energy can be regarded as the river water. At this moment, Nie Fan's whole body is surrounded by this almost liquefied ghost energy.
Om Nie Fan's soul was trembling. It was a natural reaction after the pain reached a certain level. At this moment, Nie Fan felt that every piece of flesh and blood was being cut by extremely sharp knifes, and the cells were all
He could not escape, and Nie Fan's body was covered in blood for three seconds.
The fine and dense green dragon scales were almost useless at this moment. The seed source thunder was somewhat useful, but it was too rare. The smallest one could only condense into a palm-sized blue protective cover, which was useless at all.
Ga Zhizhi was the sound of ghost energy rubbing against Nie Fan's bloody bones.
"Damn it, the Nine Nether ghost spirit is really terrifying, it makes me feel so painful." Nie Fan sighed hoarsely, and his eyes were filled with anger.