Chapter 837: The Real Ghost King, please subscribe and collect it
"Compared to fellow Taoist Ximen, what does this Tianxue Tandem Spirit Fruit mean? I will go ahead and wish fellow Taoist it will break as soon as possible. Dan Cheng Ying, Yu Beast Sect's promotion to Nascent Soul Sect is just around the corner."
Sun Mingsheng was in a good mood at this time, so naturally he would not be stingy with a few complimentary words.
“Not to mention whether we can seize the treasure that can help the broken pill to become a baby, it is still unknown whether this level of treasure will be produced when the ancient battlefield opens.”
Ximen Jianlian There was a wry smile on his face, and it was clear that he didn’t have much hope of victory in the follow-up actions, but even for this tiny bit of possible hope, he did not hesitate to trade rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures such as the Tianxue Tandem Spirit Fruit. and bargaining chips.
"This ancient battlefield is full of thorns and thorns, but it is also full of opportunities. You and I should continue to explore forward, so as not to waste too much time and lose the opportunity."
天The successful acquisition of the Snow Series Spirit Fruit made Sun Mingsheng's attitude toward this ancient battlefield significantly change, and he became more positive than ever before.
"What Mr. Sun said makes sense. No matter whether you succeed or not, you always need to try, otherwise you will not be willing to do it."
Ximen Jian also learned from his own state. Completely awake, the two of them turned into a stream of light and walked straight into the distance.
While Ximen Jian and Sun Mingsheng continued to search the ancient battlefield, the entire ancient battlefield was oval in shape. The monks who broke into it one by one occupied the areas of different sizes. Regions are like chess pieces at different positions on a chessboard, fighting to varying degrees over the ownership of individual elixirs and spiritual materials.
Some monks who are reckless or not well prepared will be swallowed up by hidden space cracks from time to time.
Judging from the extremely horrified look on his face, it was obvious that he could not believe that he would end his life in such a way.
Other monks won and lost in different battles. The winner took the treasure that he had coveted for a long time, and the loser also became a dead soul in the ancient battlefield.
Of course, there are naturally many monks who lost their lives in the process of fighting each other after turning against each other because of the ownership of the treasure.
In short, in the ancient battlefield, the number of mid- to late-stage Jindan monks who originally shocked the world of cultivation was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye through different methods.
All the monks who were lucky enough to win the battles couldn't help but move towards the core of the ancient battlefield without any hesitation in the whole process.
In the core of the entire ancient battlefield, a plant that is 70% similar to a poppy is swaying in the wind, constantly waving its black but textured leaves, exuding bursts of special energy. The breath keeps attractingThe monks from all around came in droves.
In a hundred-mile radius around the poppy plant, the most eye-catching thing is the third-order middle-to-high-grade ghost kings who are as unconscious as stones, but exuding evil aura. The number is more than a hundred.
As the poppy plant's black aura continued to escape, a ghost king also began to wake up. After a short adaptation period, he immediately turned into a stream of light and chose a different direction to leave.
As he left, bursts of special cries spread, summoning more low-level ghost soldiers to serve as vassals, and soon turned into a black mass. piece.
At the core of all ghost kings is a white ghost king who looks like a scholar holding a fan. If not for the evil aura constantly escaping from his body, he would look more like an aristocratic young man who has nothing to do with the world. .
"It's just a deep sleep, but a new round of blood food has begun. The hunger and thirst in my belly is already quite unbearable."
"This poppy The spirit flower is the bait that was cultivated after extracting enough nutrients from the blood food in the ancient battlefield."
When the ghost king in white woke up from it, the gentle ghost king had a deep look on the corner of his mouth. A long triangular tongue covered with barbs protruded from it, with a bloodthirsty look on its face.
And it is not difficult to tell from his words that the ghost king has been around for an unknown amount of time. In his eyes, the golden elixir monks are more like blood-eating and can be eaten at any time. Devouring existence.
"Huhuhuhu"
Following the words of the ghost king in white, the poppy flower-like spirit suddenly kept waving its leaves as if in response, and there seemed to be a discussion going on between the two parties. other forms of communication.
This poppy flower may have a certain bonus to the monk's achievement of Nascent Soul, but judging from its escaping aura, it will most likely have some side effects.
In fact, the existence of this poppy flower is more like a special bait that attracts other monks to sacrifice their lives continuously and serves as blood food on the ancient battlefield.
"You can rest here and wait for these blood food to be delivered to your door. I will go hunting first to fill my stomach."
It seems that the ghost king in white can no longer feel at ease. Keeping the hunger and thirst in his heart, he said a brief farewell and then turned into a white light and disappeared into the distance.
The momentum of this ghost king's attack was naturally completely different from the so-called ghost king before. When it disappeared, more than a dozen black-clothed ghost kings who had not yet awakened suddenly appeared, following behind it. Then it left, more like its natural guardian.
The momentum and strength of these more than ten ghost kings cannot be underestimated. The strength of each one is at the top level of the third level, not inferior to any late-stage Jindan monk.
As for the ghost soldiers, they emerged from different locations in all directions and swarmed in. It took only a quarter of an hour in total, and the number of ghosts gathered behind them had exceededOne hundred thousand, the black mass was endless, heading straight into the ancient battlefield.
The emergence of this real ghost group also means that the competition in the ancient battlefield has officially entered a fierce state.
The competition and hunting between the monks and the ghost king will also enter a new stage. Only the winner can get close to the real treasure of the poppy flower.
None of the monks knew about the changes here. Sun Mingsheng and Ximen Jian had just put a spiritual fruit picked from the spiritual fruit tree into their bags and distributed it, with smiles on their faces. It hasn't disappeared yet, but the group of ghosts not far away has already appeared.
These ghost kings are completely different from what they encountered before. It seems that because of being imprisoned for a long time, what escapes from the body of each ghost soldier is endless killing and madness, which is not the case at all. There is a little bit of fear.
Even some first-level ghost soldiers who are just equivalent to monks in the Qi Refining Stage will suddenly self-destruct before dying. The only purpose may be to cause a certain burden to the monks.
"Be careful, fellow Taoist Sun, this place is officially close to the place where treasures grow. These ghost groups are specifically responsible for the defense of treasures. Please keep your word, fellow Taoist." Please remember to collect, the latest and fastest website To prevent theft, you can find and add books for free by joining the QQ group 952868558