In an instant, there was a loud explosion, all kinds of brilliance passed through the air, and treasures of different shapes pierced the sky and crashed down towards the ink-black clouds.
Among the treasure-hunting monks from the Sea Clan, the ones with the worst cultivation are at the Nascent Soul level. Needless to say, their individual strength is far superior to the ghosts and ghosts in front of them.
In the explosion, hundreds of ghosts were instantly wiped out and turned into nothingness. On the surface, the Hai Clan had the upper hand.
However, this is not the case. The reason is that there are too many enemies. It can even be said that they are difficult to count. Looking at them, they are densely packed. The attack of the Hai clan is like throwing a handful of stones into the lake. Although it can be provoked in a short time.
There were quite a few waves, but they were quickly submerged.
At this time, their situation was extremely embarrassing.
Although there are many ghosts, most of them are just the lowest wandering souls and wild ghosts. They have no intelligence and their strength is equivalent to that of spiritual cultivators.
It's not an exaggeration to say that a guy of this level is cannon fodder.
But cannon fodder does not necessarily mean to die. At this moment, they are already surrounded by everyone. If they choose to retreat from the beginning, there will be no suspense at all. These high-level immortal cultivators will definitely be able to escape safely without falling.
But since you have chosen to stay here, the results will naturally be different.
Layers of ghosts have surrounded them. Of course, these sea monks are not idlers. With all kinds of powerful magical powers and treasures, they have just cleared up an isolated island thousands of feet around.
It is really an isolated island, surrounded by a vast ocean where the army of ghosts gathers, which may swallow them up at any time.
Of course, Lin Xuan also joined the fight, but he did not show his true strength. Instead, he watched the surroundings while fighting.
As time goes by, the situation gradually becomes unfavorable for the monks of the Sea Tribe.
In the first half hour, with their strong combat power, they were able to defend the island. All ghosts and ghosts that stepped in would be crushed into powder in an instant. For a short while, the island's
The area is even continuing to expand.
However, the good times did not last long, and soon the ghosts gained the upper hand.
The dead souls can be easily replenished from the huge crack, but the monks' mana consumption is extremely fierce.
Originally, immortal cultivators who were above the separation stage could mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth to attack in this way, which was relatively more mana-saving.
However, at this moment, they are unable to do so, because for thousands of miles, the vitality of heaven and earth has been transformed into Yin energy, which is the favorite of the evil ghosts, but cannot be used by immortal cultivators.
In this way, even those who are above the separation stage can only use their own mana to attack honestly, consume less, and drink a few sips of spiritual wine at most as a supplement.
But how can ordinary cultivators carry a large amount of spiritual wine with them? To say the least, even if they do, it may not be useful.
Spiritual wine is not ten thousand years of spiritual milk, and it cannot replenish mana instantly. Although it can be replenished to some extent, it is nothing more than a drop in the bucket in the face of such intense consumption.
The situation is obviously very unfavorable, and the Sea Clan has not thought about leaving here, but at this moment, it is already too late. They have fallen into the vast sea of ghosts, surrounded by layers of ghosts. Looking around, they can't even see the edge.
, it is too difficult to open a bloody path.
what can we do about it?
The two Dongxuan Stage beings were both frightened and angry. They came here to look for the Tianxin Toad King. They never dreamed that they would not see their target, but they would be in such danger inexplicably.
Where did the cracks come from?
What's going on with these ghosts and wild ghosts? Will the war between the two worlds begin again? Are these cannon fodder-like beings the vanguard of the Yins' army invading the spiritual world?
There were too many doubts, but just thinking about these possibilities made them sweat on their backs. Although they had never experienced the war millions of years ago, the records recorded in the classics were not surprising.
, even the number is so large that it can be described as overwhelming.
Naturally, they have seen a lot of it.
That involved all the interfaces in the spiritual world. The cruelty was beyond description. In the fierce battle, countless monks fell, and even several interfaces fell apart and were directly destroyed.
Just hearing about this kind of thing makes me feel terrible. No immortal cultivator is willing to experience that kind of catastrophe again.
Moreover, this matter is too strange. If the underworld ghosts have intentions towards the spiritual world, it is impossible for those powerful immortal cultivators to let it go. How could they not notice it at all?
The two old monsters from the Dongxuan stage were frightened, not to mention the rest of the monks. However, at this time, there was no way to escape. They could only bite the bullet and continue to attack the surroundings, because as long as the offensive slowed down, there would be ghosts.
The ghosts pounced.
Everyone is cursing bad luck in their hearts, how could they encounter such a crisis inexplicably? As time goes by, the situation becomes more and more unfavorable.
Three hours later, the mana of the cultivators in the early stage of Nascent Soul could no longer be sustained. After all, they kept blasting in front of them with magic weapons or secret techniques. This kind of mana consumption was faster than that of monks of the same level.
Catch each other and fight.
In the past few hours, the number of ghosts who died in their hands has probably reached more than a million, but it seems endless, and those ghosts and wild ghosts continue to emerge from the gaps.
The casualties finally appeared.
He was an old man in his fifties, whose cultivation level was no more than the early stage of Nascent Soul. His magic power was already weak. He gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, and he was dizzy. As a result, he didn't check for a while and was pounced on by a ghost. He opened his teeth and claws and bit the image.
of his body.
Of course, he failed. As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although the old man has very little mana left, he is still in the Nascent Soul stage. How can a mere ghost be harmed?
The protective spiritual light blocked it, and then with a wave of his hand, the ghost disappeared into ashes.
However, after this delay, five or six more ghosts rushed closer. Although they were dismissed by him, seven or eight more followed...
In this way, under a vicious cycle, more and more ghosts rushed up, completely surrounding the old man. The sea tribe next to him was shocked and wanted to rescue, but they were powerless because their own situation was also not good and they were trapped.
With so many ghosts holding him back, it's impossible to slow him down.
It is true that the ants kill the elephant, but many people have only heard about it, but at this moment, it is happening in front of their eyes.
Although the old man was wrapped up, he still resisted desperately. There were so many fallen souls, but if one died, new ones would come up to replenish them immediately. In this case, he was helpless!
In a short period of time, the protective spiritual light on the surface of the old man's body became thinner and thinner. Finally, a soft "pop" sound reached his ears, and it burst completely like a bubble.
"ah!"
What followed was a shrill scream, and one can imagine the pain of being bitten by ten thousand ghosts. Since the surroundings were full of ghosts and ghosts, his Nascent Soul would not have a chance to escape even if he teleported.
"Damn it, you juniors, even if I die, I will make you suffer forever."
The shouts of the Nascent Soul Stage monk reached his ears, which were full of malice. Then, a terrible anger swarmed out of him. Although this man's mana was on the verge of exhaustion, the power of burning life was still there.
It's equally astonishing.
"Look at the move, Nascent Soul will self-destruct!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of light with a diameter of several hundred feet swarmed out from the center of his body. The ghostly creature in the center turned into nothingness without struggling at all. Wherever it passed, the power could be said to sweep across the sea.
The monks of the tribe were shocked and retreated one after another. However, the ghosts were too weak to hide in time and were swept by the light waves. They would die if they touched or bumped into them.
In an instant, tens of thousands of people died.
The momentum was tragic, but it was of no use. Although the old man did not want to be swallowed by the ghosts, he chose to self-destruct and killed many ghosts and ghosts. However, this amount was just a drop in the ocean. Soon those ghosts came overwhelmingly again.
.
This kind of ghost can be produced in the Yin Division as long as there are souls of dead people, combined with the Yin energy, and can be conceived at any time. The number is ridiculous, and they can be replenished by any number of deaths. Moreover, because they have no intelligence and are not afraid of death, don't watch it.
He is a cannon fodder-like existence, but extremely difficult to deal with.
The faces of the sea tribe monks became more and more ugly. If just now, they could still hold on bravely, then after witnessing the tragic end of their companions, many of them started to fight in their hearts.
After all, this is a desperate battle. The opponent's strength is not that great, but their numbers seem to be endless. They are invincible. If this continues, when will there be an end?
And I know my situation very well. No matter how much mana I have, it will be used up at the moment. Isn't staying here almost like waiting to die?
No one is willing to do such a stupid thing, especially if they can't even figure out what happened and just died here inexplicably. It would be a good idea to find a way to break out of the encirclement while your own magic power is still sufficient.
Not only the Sea Clan below, but at this moment, even the two Dongxuan Stage beings also have this intention.
They still have plenty of mana, but it will be dangerous if they use it up like this.
"Fairy, let's leave here first." The bald and barefooted monk said with a solemn expression.
"Well, I didn't expect that something like this would happen. The task of finding the Tianxin Toad King can only be put aside for the time being." The woman in black sighed. Things have priorities. Such a choice is a last resort, and she doesn't want to make it inexplicably.
Keep fighting, why are there so many ghosts and ghosts here? She is now eager to know what happened.
Now that the decision has been made, there is no further delay. The female cultivator in black stretched out her jade hand, and a blue bead appeared in her palm.