The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 736 Yin Spirit
The light emitted by Liuhe Realm can only shine to a short distance in the endless darkness. Song Xing and others followed the cliff with their swords and could see that the mountains seemed to extend to the infinite depths of the earth. At a glance Not to the end.

Everywhere you look, there is endless darkness. In addition to darkness, there are also increasingly cold temperatures.

The cold penetrated to the bone marrow, such a coldness, as if not only the body, but also the heart was cold, and it felt like death.

I don’t know when, a little light quietly lit up in the darkness. It was a kind of faint, white light. It floated in the darkness, and it was like a puff of light smoke, with some emptiness, floating in the air. , gradually transformed into a beautiful and sad face.

The Liuhe Mirror suddenly shined brightly, dispelling the darkness dozens of feet in front of them. When Qi Hao and others saw the outside, they were slightly shocked: Yin Spirit!

According to ancient legends, life is old and dead, only the soul is immortal. When one life dies, the soul will leave the body and go to the next life, life after life, endless cycle.

However, there are resentful spirits in the world. They are caused by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, and are caused by fear, evil, and fear. They are attached to the world, return to the previous world, and do not want to be reborn. They are called "yin spirits."

However, Song Xing's expression remained as usual. Yin spirits are creatures of the underworld, and they naturally like to live in damp places. The abyss of death is dark and moist, so it is not surprising that there are such ghosts.

However, people are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are also afraid of people. The eight accomplished monks do not need to be afraid of some evil spirits.

As if being disturbed by the voices of Qi Hao and others, countless faint white lights suddenly lit up in the darkness. Countless ghosts woke up from their long sleep and gathered here.

The bursts of smoke-like white light drifted uncertainly, transforming into countless faces, either male or female, old or young, beautiful or ugly. However, at this moment, there was only one feeling in everyone's eyes: coldness.

Song Xing realized that the elders and others in the Blood Refining Hall might not have actually descended into the abyss of the dead, or they might have some secret method that could avoid the perception of the dead.

The dim lights of countless Yin spirits around him lit up at the same time, and the faces that turned into adults revealed infinite desire.

Song Xing controlled the Liuhe Mirror and controlled the light to a size of several feet. Those Yin spirits seemed to be a little afraid of the light. Although they were greedy for the taste of flesh and blood, they did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool for a while, and just followed them around like maggots on the tarsal bones.

Just like this, a stick of incense flew, and everyone's feet sank, reaching the bottom of the abyss.

The Yin spirits couldn't bear it any longer, and made a terrifying whistling sound, and rushed over madly, with gusts of sinister wind and screams.

There were so many Yin spirits that the aperture of the Liuhe Mirror was shaken by the impact in an instant, but under the infusion of Song Xing's magic power, it still withstood the impact tenaciously.

The remaining seven people carried their magic weapons, and under the urging, the light bloomed and swept towards the Yin Spirit rushing in front.

The moment the magic weapon aura came into contact with those Yin spirits, a "sizzling" sound that was almost like frying and exploding was immediately heard. The dozens of Yin spirits in front immediately turned into nothing and their souls were scattered.

The sound echoed in the empty and dark place, creepy.

But the temptation of fresh flesh and blood was too great, and countless Yin spirits still rushed forward crazily without fear of death, bumped into the defensive aperture of the Liuhe Mirror, were bounced away, and then hit again, and so on.

Regardless of their lives, the Yin spirits continued to flow without stopping. Even if the light shield of the Liuhe realm was extremely tough, they still could not withstand it, and the light gradually dimmed.

The Faxiang and others felt their scalps numb as they listened to the sound of ghosts crying in their ears.

Fortunately, in the previous two battles, Song Xing rushed to the front and withstood the greatest pressure. The rest of the people did not consume much mana. Now they were hiding behind the aperture of the Liuhe Mirror and it was not difficult to kill these Yin spirits.

Seeing that everyone had been killing for a while, the Yin spirits still did not decrease, and the Faxiang showed an anxious look on his face: "These Yin spirits can't be killed. Once we run out of mana, we will be trapped and die here."

Qi Hao reached out and made a move, and the ice sword passed by. After killing several Yin spirits, he also said: "We have to find a way to rush out." Whether it was Lu Xueqi or the two disciples of Fanxiang Valley, facing these The Yin spirits showed great destructive power with every move they made. Even the weakest Zhang Xiaofan killed many Yin spirits. However, as the law said, if you can't rush out as soon as possible, you will probably be consumed to death. it's here.

Song Xing, who had not made any move except to hold up the Liuhe Mirror, heard what everyone said and shouted softly: "I'm going to take back the Liuhe Mirror, so be careful to protect yourself."

After three breaths, the aperture outside the Liuhe Mirror suddenly closed, and the countless Yin Spirits emitting faint white light around them seemed to be startled for a moment. Then, in front of them, eight living flesh and blood bodies stood there without any defense. .

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless voices laughing and roaring triumphantly at the same time. Countless ghosts seemed to freeze in mid-air for a moment, and then, like greedy beasts, they rushed towards the person standing in the darkness.

The next second, a light lit up in the darkness!

The light came from the Ten Tiger Swords in front of Song Xing.

A light as warm as the sun emitted from the sword body, and then a dazzling light pierced the darkness, reflecting hundreds of feet around the Necromantic Abyss, making the originally dark sky and earth light up.

Those greedy and ferocious Yin spirits suddenly stopped, as if they were bound by something, frozen in mid-air.

Then, as the golden light became more and more intense, they turned into fly ash and disappeared without a trace.

When this scene fell into the eyes of Fa Xiang and others, they were stunned and could not believe it.

A ray of light suddenly appeared, turning everything around into a strange and bizarre place. All the Yin spirits were completely wiped out?

The other people also looked confused and completely confused.

All he could see was that Song Xing had cast an extremely powerful and powerful spell that instantly wiped out all the Yin spirits within hundreds of feet.

Such a powerful and terrifying move seemed to frighten the remaining Yin spirits. These Yin spirits with some wisdom were finally afraid. The Yin spirits let out angry ghost cries, and then slowly retreated into the darkness again, not daring to do so. Spying again.

Fa Xiang and others were on guard for a long time, and then they relaxed a little when they saw that the Yin spirit had indeed receded.

"Senior Brother Song, I thought that the Qingyun Sect's Divine Sword and Thunder Controlling True Art was the strongest sword art in your sect. I didn't expect that the sword art that senior brother just used was not as powerful as the Divine Sword and Thunder Controlling True Art."

From the perspective of Dharma, although the sword technique that Song Xing used just now is not powerful, it can wipe out the Yin spirits within a range of hundreds of feet with one sword. The horror of this sword technique is definitely not that of the four major sword techniques of Qingyun Sect. under.

Qi Hao and others also looked at Song Xing curiously. Although the sword technique that Song Xing performed just now was brilliant and majestic, it was obviously not the sword technique of Qingyun Sect.

Song Xing smiled slightly: "After a hundred years of practice, when I have no progress in my cultivation, I created a sword technique by myself in my spare time. It's funny."

As soon as Song Xing said these words, everyone's expressions became solemn. Even the disciples of Fanxiang Valley, who had always been arrogant, showed admiration.

Just because, although these righteous disciples are not weak in strength, their practice over the years is still following the path of their predecessors.

Not only was Song Xing's cultivation much better than theirs, he even created his own sword technique based on the previous ones. His level of light theory was much higher than that of everyone present.

(End of this chapter)