Except for Mu Han from the third level of Wanliu and Li Qiushui from the sixth level of Wanliu, the others in the team were all strong men from the seventh level of Wanliu.
However, even Mu Han, who is at the lowest level, is not inferior to Xiao Yixian and others in speed.
Sixteen figures were like lightning, continuing to shuttle through the gray void. Not long after, everyone had passed through the first two floors of the realm killing field and entered the third floor.
This is the first time Mu Han has entered this area.
It is indeed very different from the previous two levels. With just a slight movement of his mind, Mu Han sensed the aura of many ghost kings in the Life Spring Realm within a hundred miles. As for those ghost generals in the Xuan Fei Realm and those under the Martial Transformation Realm.
The number of ghost soldiers is astonishing, too numerous to count.
Xiao Yixian and other powerful men had no interest in the skeletons below and flew directly past them from high altitude.
As for the Life Spring Ghost Kings on the ground, not to mention it was difficult to detect the presence of everyone, even if they discovered these powerful uninvited guests, they did not dare to make the slightest move.
The death energy in this place is many times stronger than on the second floor.
After continuing to sense it for a moment, Mu Han couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart. He secretly thought that although my skeleton Taoist tool has been tempered and now has spirituality, the essence of the 206 bones that can be aggregated into the Taoist tool is still different.
There have been no fundamental changes, and they are still the same as the skeletons here. The skeletons can absorb the death energy here for cultivation, and they must also be absorbed by my skeleton Taoist tool.
After that skeleton Taoist artifact gained spirituality, its cultivation level improved at an incredible speed. It had already reached the seventh level of Life Spring, but it was still a little short of breaking through to the Ten Thousand Currents Realm. I found that the place was filled with strong death energy.
After that, Mu Han couldn't help but start thinking.
In the blink of an eye, Mu Han had already activated the Taixu Cave Divine Art.
call!
Suddenly, a violent tornado seemed to blow up in the void, and Mu Han was the center of the tornado. The death energy from all around suddenly rolled in crazily. He was swallowed into Mu Han's heart.
This sudden change immediately alarmed all the fifteen people who were moving forward quickly.
Mu Han, what are you doing?
Xiao Yixian couldn't help but ask.
And the moment he spoke, almost all eyes fell on Mu Han, and many people showed unconcealable shock in their eyes. At this time, Mu Han was like a huge man with his mouth wide open.
The speed at which this giant beast absorbs death energy is terrifyingly fast?
What kind of skills did he practice?
Such thoughts suddenly popped up in everyone's mind.
Sect Master, I’m bored anyway. I’ll practice for a while.
The center of the tornado formed by the condensed death energy. Mu Han said with a smile. Mu Han knew the reaction of Sikong Ruyi and others very well. He knew that the terrifying speed of the Ethereal Cave Divine Art in absorbing death energy would definitely make them hate him.
The exercises you practice create a sense of curiosity.
However, Mu Han didn't care.
After condensing into the second Infant Pill and breaking through to the Wanliu Realm, Mu Han was already confident and had no need to worry about them coveting his skills.
Don't fall behind.
Don't worry. Sect Master, I can keep up.
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After Xiao Yixian gave a few instructions, everyone set off on the road again, but the powerful men in the Wanliu realm in front looked back from time to time.
At first, Mu Han only absorbed the death energy within a few hundred meters around him, but then the death energy within a radius of several miles, dozens of miles, or even hundreds of miles all surged towards this direction like a wave... Mu Han caused
Such a huge movement made everyone more and more moved and shocked.
Especially Li Ge, his eyes were even more fierce.
Mu Han's forward speed did not slow down, but his mind was completely immersed in it.
Sure enough, as he had guessed, the skeleton Taoist weapon absorbed and refined the death energy at an alarming rate. As it refined more and more death energy, the skeleton's body gradually underwent some strange changes.
Threads of blood seemed to protrude from the surface of the bones.
Unknowingly, the team had passed through this world and entered the fourth level of the battlefield.
Compared with the third floor, the death energy here is many times stronger, and the number of Life Spring Ghost Kings has also increased dramatically. The Wanliu realm ghost kings who are rarely seen in the third floor area have become more intense on the fourth floor.
It's common. Within a radius of several hundred miles, Mu Han sensed three ghost emperors.
The Skeleton Ghost King made a breakthrough in cultivation and was promoted to the Ghost Queen. He was able to condense a physical body using a skeleton as a skeleton.
Mu Han was a little surprised. The appearance of the Wanliu Ghost Emperors he sensed was almost the same as real people. The only difference may be that the ghost emperors still have the unique death energy of skeletons.
Thinking that his skeleton Taoist weapon might also evolve into the form of a ghost king, Mu Han's spirit was greatly boosted, and he continued to run the Taixu Cave Divine Art. Large areas of death energy roared in like a torrent of broken embankments, and the area affected was not constant.
Expanding, expanding, expanding!
The unusual movement of death energy between heaven and earth immediately attracted the attention of the ghost kings of the Ten Thousand Currents Realm, and powerful minds came closer. However, the ghost king's temptation came and retreated faster.
The powerful aura of the powerful man without concealment immediately shocked the Ghost Emperor.
If there were only three or two Wanliu realm monks who entered the fourth floor of the battlefield, those ghost emperors would still have the courage to attack, but a dozen or so peak Wanliu realm masters invaded in large numbers and immediately crushed their courage.
Each one shrinks and hides his aura, for fear of being killed.
Pulled by a small ray of mind, Mu Han followed the team mechanically, but his attention was almost entirely focused on the Zixu Shrine. After refining a large amount of death energy, he surrounded the blood threads that had long since transformed into blood vessels.
, the muscles are derived bit by bit.
This huge change made Mu Han couldn't help but have a smile on his face: At this rate of transformation, it is estimated that all the flesh and blood on the skeleton will be derived from it in up to an hour. By then, this skeleton will no longer be a life.
The Ghost King of the Spring Realm is the Ghost King of the Wanliu Realm.
The entrance to Senluo Realm has arrived.
At this moment, a deep voice woke Mu Han up. When he looked closely, he saw that everyone had stopped in the void, but tens of meters away in front of them, there was a wave of extremely rich and powerful water.
The white mist seems to connect the heaven and earth in this space.
There is still time, but we must hurry up.
Mu Han had a thought and continued to absorb the death energy around him.
Yesterday, he had heard Li Qiushui talk about the situation in the Senluo Realm. Just like the white mist in front of him, which completely blocked the entrance to the Senluo Realm, it would only dissipate every fifty years. The monks outside could only wait.
Only after the white mist dissipates can you enter the Senluo Realm.
If you break in by force, you will get lost in the white mist, and eventually disappear without a trace. After the appearance of this realm killing field, several powerful men from the seventh level of Wanliu entered the white mist to look for the entrance to the Senluo Realm.
, as a result, they never came out again and seemed to have evaporated from the world.
From then on, no monk dared to enter the fog at will.
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