Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 1101: Seal the Passage Between the Two Worlds (Please subscribe, please bookmark)

In the fight, the cultivators firmly held the upper hand, but as time passed, casualties were inevitable. In a relatively marginal location in the ghost nest, an early Nascent Soul cultivator from the Tang Dynasty had just used thunderbolt means to kill a fourth-rank low-grade ghost king.

Behind him, two cold winds blew from the left and right. Two fourth-level low-grade ghost kings appeared from nowhere and attacked together at an extremely twisted angle.

This cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage only had time to sacrifice a shield-shaped fourth-order low-grade fake spiritual treasure for defense before he felt a sharp pain in his left ribs, and at the same time, the crisp sound of broken bones was clearly audible in his ears.

Although the other flying sword was blocked by a shield-shaped fourth-grade inferior defensive fake spiritual treasure, the transfer of power was still impossible to completely avoid.

As the two forces impacted each other, the internal organs of this early Nascent Soul cultivator were immediately injured and displaced, and a mouthful of blood containing blood clots of varying sizes gushed out like crazy.

If he was slow in one step, he would lose all the steps. If he lost one move, he would lose a hundred moves. What's more, this cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage did not have a clear advantage in strength. After gaining the hope of winning, the two fourth-order lower-grade ghost kings had no intention of relaxing at all. They would rather withstand some attacks head-on and bear certain losses. They were also determined to kill him.

"Click"

Two fourth-order inferior-grade palm thunder talismans were sacrificed in succession. After the two fourth-order inferior-grade ghost kings each endured one of the attacks, a penetrating wound appeared on their originally solid ghost bodies. Moreover, under the erosion of the power of thunder, the negative energy in the ghost nest could not attach to them for rapid repair.

There are gains and losses, and the performance in the battle is especially fierce. With the help of the time gained by resisting this attack, two fourth-order low-grade ghost kings have appeared one after another, less than ten feet in front and behind the early Nascent Soul cultivator, and a look of madness appeared on his face.

For ghost kings of the same level, the blood of cultivators is the most delicious tonic in the world, and after swallowing and refining it, there will be no aftereffects. For ghost kings of the same level, a cultivator of the same level also means an opportunity for advancement in cultivation.

When the two fourth-order low-grade ghost kings pounced on the front and back of the cultivator's body respectively, it also meant the end of the battle. Under their frantic gnawing and refining, the cultivator soon lost the power to resist and turned into a pile of dry bones.

The two fourth-rank low-grade ghost kings, whose ghost bodies had been unable to recover for a long time due to the erosion of the palm thunder, were suddenly in a state of continuous recovery and strengthening.

It happened in a flash. The battle was short and fierce, lasting less than a cup of tea. A quarter of an hour after the fourth-grade low-grade ghost king disappeared, the figure of a middle-Nascent Soul cultivator appeared here, observing the aftermath of the battle with a distressed look on his face.

"Tang Zhiqing, a cultivator with dual spiritual roots, has a very solid foundation. If he had not encountered the misfortune today, he would at least have the potential to reach the late Nascent Soul stage."

The cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul had a look of regret on his face. Although the comprehensive strength of the royal family of the Tang Dynasty was second to none in the world of cultivation, this did not mean that they could easily give up the life of a promising cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage and treat it as nothing.

Although the royal family of the Tang Dynasty is powerful, it also has important tasks to undertake, and every cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage needs to perform his or her duties.

Eradicating the ghost nest involves the planning of the entire royal family, and its importance is unquestionable. However, once there are casualties among the direct lineage monks, heartache is still inevitable.

Of course, since the cultivator named Tang Zhiqing had completely died, it would be useless to feel heartbroken. Therefore, after hastily collecting the corpse, the cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul went straight to the next rescue target. This was just a microcosm of the fierce battle in the entire ghost nest. For all the ghost kings, the ghost nest in front of them was their last retreat. Once it was eradicated, they would naturally lose their last foothold in the world of cultivation and become stragglers wandering in the world of cultivation.

Under the siege and pursuit of all the monks, let alone the improvement of cultivation, there is a high probability that even his own life safety cannot be guaranteed.

Therefore, in every battle, every ghost king tried his best. Of course, due to the absolute gap in strength, they still faced failures like an avalanche.

Every time a fourth-rank ghost king dies, it also means that the ghost nest is one step closer to being completely eradicated. Under the leadership of two late-Nascent Soul cultivators, the group of Nascent Soul cultivators, with the Tang Dynasty royal family as the core, move forward step by step and cautiously towards the core area of ​​the ghost nest.

"A fourth-grade, top-quality ghost king can also promote the growth of wooden staffs and improve their quality. Unfortunately, compared to fourth-grade, top-quality monsters and invaders from the star world, its effect is still slightly inferior."

"The three fourth-rank high-grade ghost kings have all surrendered. Why are you still hesitating? Come quickly to help me seal the passage to the underworld."

The complacent voice of the old man at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage resounded throughout the ghost nest, and at the same time a golden beam of light shot up into the sky.

With a ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator as the core, two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators as guides, and thirty-three early- and middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivators as the fulcrum, each cultivator occupied a fixed area, and the magic power in their Dantian was input into the golden light column in front of them without regard for their lives.

The lower part of the golden light column is directly connected to the passage leading to the underworld, and is effectively blocked.

At the place where the passage between the two worlds connects with the golden light column, what appears before the eyes is a huge Bagua pattern. Qian, Kun, Li, Kan, Zhen, Xun, Gen, and Dui shine with different colors and play different functions.

"Roar"

"The damned human cultivators actually sealed the passage between the two worlds. How abominable! When this Ghost Emperor breaks it again, I will definitely tear out the tendons and skin of all those who participated in the sealing today, extract their souls, refine soul oil, light soul lamps, and make them suffer the pain of being unable to live or die day and night."

"If he can turn back from his wrong path and open the passage between the two worlds, this Ghost Emperor will magnanimously pardon his sins and help him advance to the Spiritual Transformation Stage and ascend to the Spirit World."

At the other end of the passage, the fifth-level ghost king from the Yellow Springs Realm who was in charge of the smuggling was extremely furious, and all kinds of threats and temptations kept coming out.

"Humph, you think you can turn the tables on me with just some bewitching words? Shock..."

The ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator moved his hands, and a golden color so rich that it almost turned into liquid was directly poured into it. The originally same-sized font suddenly increased by more than a hundred times, instantly sealing all the words of the Fifth-level Ghost Emperor's bewitching words. Only his hideous face was left of the disciple. Unfortunately, the two realms were separated, and no matter how ruthless and persistent he was, it could not have the slightest effect, and he could only watch everything happen.

(End of this chapter)