Qin Fengming is not stupid. Facing tens of millions of ghosts, with his current cultivation methods and the spiritual liquid in the small gourd on his body, he naturally does not need to worry too much about being trapped in the ghosts. But if a large number of ghost cultivators take action, then
It will also be very dangerous.
He insisted on doing this this time, and he decided after thinking about it for a long time.
In the realm of ghosts, the soul-eating beast once devoured hundreds of thousands of ghosts, but its own state did not change at all and it was unable to advance again.
Based on Qin Fengming's inference, there should be some kind of strange substance that nourishes the soul-eating beast in the body of the ghost in the realm of ghosts. The soul-eating beast only absorbs that substance and does not completely refine the soul.
As for what that substance was, he carefully searched the ghosts but could not figure it out.
No matter what, it is certain that those ghosts will be of great help to the Soul-Eating Beast.
Since it is no longer possible to enter the realm of ghosts at this time, Qin Fengming will certainly not miss the tens of millions of ghosts in front of him. Even if he takes some risks, he will definitely make a desperate move.
Qin Fengming has always been decisive and will do his best to do what he decides.
Seeing the majestic red mist covering the sky and the sun dozens of miles away, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed with blue light.
In the majestic red mist, he easily saw a layer of forbidden fluorescence flashing. In the fluorescence, the red mist was coiled, and spirits were wandering in it.
Under the protection of the Wind Hidden Talisman, Qin Fengming was not worried about being discovered by the mid-convergence ghost cultivator that he had not yet discovered at this time. His figure flashed and moved in sync with the huge red mist in the distance.
Master Brown Tiger said that every other day, the restriction would stagnate for a very short period of time. Qin Fengming naturally believed this. The monks of the Immortal Relic Land had been fighting with the ghost cultivators for three or four years. Master Brown Tiger
People have even ventured into it, and naturally they have already understood the whereabouts of ghosts.
An hour later, a melodious and soft bell, carrying a strange power that makes people lose their soul, suddenly rang out from the majestic red mist.
As the bells spread, the surging red mist that rolled forward suddenly stopped.
A burst of forbidden buzzing sound also came out from the mist, and the majestic red mist that stood still suddenly spewed out in all directions like a thick cloud.
The figures of ghost cultivators also flashed in the gushing red mist. However, the countless ghosts did not wander around without a clue, but only loomed in the mist and did not move away.
"Hey, that restriction seems to have some drawbacks. It needs to stop running when replenishing energy." Qin Fengming couldn't help but whisper in a low voice with blue light flashing in his eyes.
Before the whispers disappeared, Qin Fengming's figure had disappeared on the spot.
Several pitiful cries rang out, and several ghost masters and ghost cultivators who were guarding the surroundings suddenly felt a flash of breeze beside them. Before they could react, the vitality in their bodies had disappeared.
At each person's dantian, a bloody hole in the hand claw was revealed, and the soul baby inside had disappeared.
"Junior, you must be the one who destroyed that big formation in the Realm of Shadows. You didn't die in the hands of three powerful men, which is really surprising to me. But since you have entered the thousands of shadows, don't even think about it.
Run away again.”
Just when Qin Fengming's body quickly disappeared into the red mist, the thick mist around him suddenly rolled up, and thousands of foundation-building ghosts suddenly appeared around him. At the same time, there were cold words.
The sound also reached my ears.
"If you want to capture Qin, it's hard to do it with just these ghosts and spirits."
Seeing the spirits surrounding him, Qin Fengming was certainly not afraid. With his hands shaking, dozens of puppets suddenly appeared. With the help of his spiritual thoughts, they immediately flew towards the surroundings.
Thousands of spirits, under the full force of dozens of puppets comparable to the realm of ghost kings, were instantly scattered on the spot.
But amid the surge of Yin Qi energy, most of the slain ghosts condensed their souls out again.
"Junior, you actually have such a puppet in your body. I really underestimate you. In this mist, no matter how many puppets there are, they can't even hope to withstand the continuous attacks of thousands of ghosts."
The voice was extremely erratic and was not near Qin Fengming. Even with Qin Fengming's ability, he was unable to locate the source of the voice within the thick red mist.
In this thick red mist, the spirit is not easily killed, which certainly does not surprise Qin Fengming.
As dozens of puppets shot around, the mana surged in his body, and the ghost-eating mist spurted out, immediately covering an area of several hundred feet around him.
The surrounding thick red mist was swept in under the surge of the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist. With a slight crackling sound, it was swallowed up and melted by the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist. And those spirits entered the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist and melted it.
In the mist, the same sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling together disappeared one after another.
To kill these ghosts and ghosts, the Ghost Devouring Mist can be said to be the most suitable method. With its powerful devouring effect, it can be said that no one will reject these ghosts.
Those dozens of puppets did not go deep into the fog, but went straight towards the ghost cultivators who were invisible in the dense fog in Qin Fengming's consciousness.
If you want to break this great formation that besieges the ghosts, you only need to kill the monks who preside over the formation.
"This junior actually wants to break the formation and release these ghosts. You are really overestimating your capabilities. I would like to see if you have any means to kill those who preside over the formation."
Seeing dozens of puppets flying around, the old man immediately understood what Qin Fengming was thinking.
Not only did he make no move to stop him, but he also had the intention to test Qin Fengming's methods.
Hearing what the other party said, Qin Fengming's heart moved slightly, but he did not stop. With the help of his spiritual thoughts, dozens of puppets flew towards dozens of monks who were invisible in the mist.
But before Qin Fengming could activate the puppets to attack, he saw those ghost cultivators showing ferocious expressions, and they quickly swooped towards dozens of puppets.
Just when Qin Fengming sent out his spiritual thoughts and the puppets waved their hands to launch their own attacks, a sudden burst of huge roars and loud noises resounded in front of the puppets.
The area within a radius of dozens of miles was suddenly filled with majestic and raging energy.
"Damn it, those are not real monks!"
Facing the huge roaring explosion, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed with blue light, and he already discovered something was wrong. Those seemingly invisible monks turned out to be objects transformed by the magic circle on its own.
With his mind spinning, Qin Fengming already understood that the magic circle at this time was no longer the one that Master Brown Tiger and others had attacked before. Even if it was still that magic circle, its power had increased several times.
The reason for this is precisely because entering the Immortal Burial Land, in order not to be disturbed by the restrictions or other dangers in the Immortal Burial Land.
His spiritual thoughts were sent out quickly, and the puppets that were still not killed by the self-destruction quickly returned to Qin Fengming. Looking at the more than thirty puppets with broken limbs and broken arms in front of him, Qin Fengming was also speechless for a moment.
Just under the attack of the magic circle just now, half of the more than sixty puppets showing the aura of the transformed infant were destroyed by the explosion. At this time, except for the dozen or so puppets in the late stage of transformed infant, all others were damaged.
, if it is not refined again, its power will inevitably be greatly reduced.
"Hahaha, junior, since you have entered this magic circle on your own, just stay here. The Soul Lake will not refuse the soul of a monk."