Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 839 Soul-Ascending Poppy (Please subscribe, please collect)

Sun Mingsheng was not too surprised when faced with the rage from the Ghost King. Although the Ghost King was extremely powerful and could have the upper hand in the battle, he was also not a soft persimmon. His cultivation at the eighth level of the Golden Core was the most solid. background.

Three powerful magic weapons, the Demon-Subduing Staff, the Heaven-Breaking Mace, and the Turtle Shield, are wandering around Sun Mingsheng, entangled with the Ghost King regardless of victory or defeat.

Although the Ghost Sealing Pearl cannot directly seal the third-level high-grade ghost king, it also has a certain degree of suppression. As for the remaining ghost soldiers and ghost generals, in addition to using the power of the treasure talisman to suppress them, the black-striped ants that have not appeared for a long time The crowd also swarmed out again.

In terms of quantity, Sun Mingsheng has never been afraid of anything. It's just that because the black-striped ants were unable to effectively perceive the hidden space cracks, they suffered a lot of losses in the battle for a while.

Under the leadership of the third-level and low-level soldier ants, the black-striped ants quickly gained the upper hand. Relying on their huge numerical advantage, they quickly devoured every ghost soldier and even the third-level low-level ghost king. Only Only after it has completely disappeared will the target be moved.

In short, under Sun Mingsheng's full response, it seemed that he was in a very embarrassed state surrounded by the ghosts, but he still maintained a confrontation with offense and defense, and did not fall into a real disadvantage.

Ximen Jian could attract Sun Mingsheng as a reward with spiritual beasts to buy time. The other monks who entered the ancient battlefield, except for some unlucky ones who fell, were naturally unwilling to lag behind. They used their own methods to gather together in a very short time. Beneath the hills where the elixir of poppies grows.

But in front of all the late Jindan monks, a ghost king wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan, who looked like a scholar, blocked the only way forward.

If it weren't for the blood-red dots that appeared regularly on his white clothes, he would have looked more like a person of the same kind who came first with a graceful manner.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, every thousand years, there is always some blood food coming to my doorstep in every possible way. If you hadn't kept coming, you wouldn't have been able to kill them all, and you wouldn't have been able to eat them all. This ancient battlefield would have dissipated in the world long ago. between"

The ghost king holding a folding fan seemed to be gentle in his words, but they were full of murderous intent, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.

In front of him, the dozen or so ninth-level Jindan cultivators who were famous in the world of cultivation were like defenseless pigs and sheep that could be easily killed at any time.

"Who are you, Your Excellency? Why are you talking so nonsense here? Are you preventing us from picking the elixir?"

"Even though your strength is astonishing, you have never condensed the Nascent Soul. It is wishful thinking to monopolize this elixir."

The two ninth-level golden elixir monks, both of whom were very powerful and had bad tempers, even opened their mouths to scold them. At the same time, the light in their eyes was constantly looking around, and they might take action at any time.

"Isn't the elixir you're talking about the soul-raising poppy flower?"

"Of course, this so-called elixir can only be taken by monks like you who are not taboo about meat and vegetables. Although you can just pick it, it has nothing to do with me. However, before you pick it, you need to offer it to you." The three of them serve as my blood food.”

The ghost king in white showed a very obvious smile. At the same time, it was the first time for the monks to hear the name of the soul-raising poppy flower.

Every time the ancient battlefield is opened, the treasures that help to achieve the Nascent Soul are of different types, and they are usually relatively unpopular. It is reasonable for the monks present not to see its background for a while.

"Soul-raising poppies can help monks temporarily increase the intensity of their spiritual consciousness to the early stage of the Nascent Soul, but they also contain highly toxic substances. If the Nascent Soul cannot be achieved within a year after refining, the poison will enter the bone marrow and medicine will not save you. Turn into pus"

The ninth-level golden elixir monks present did not pay too much attention to the so-called blood food in the words of the ghost king in white. Their focus was still on the elixir itself. Before choosing to enter the ancient battlefield, the ninth-level Jindan monk in front of him would naturally be familiar with the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures that assist in achieving the Nascent Soul.

The soul-raising poppy is naturally among them, but on the one hand, this kind of elixir appears in very few numbers in the long history of the world of cultivation. On the other hand, once he chooses to refine it, he cannot refine it within the required time range. The consequences of condensing Nascent Soul inside are quite miserable.

Under normal circumstances, most monks would not choose to refine unless they were forced to do so. This was also the fundamental reason why the ninth-level Golden Core monks did not recognize it.

"Do you fellow Taoists still need to pick this soul-raising poppy? If you are willing to retreat at this time, I naturally do not need to capture blood food from you."

The ghost king in white said with contempt, none of the monks really entered his eyes from beginning to end.

"If you speak arrogant words and want to feed on us, you won't be afraid of the wind blowing your tongue."

"Fellow Taoists, no matter who this soul-raising poppy belongs to in the end, we will join forces first to kill him."

"After all, he is just a ghost king who failed and managed to save his life after attacking the fourth level. He dares to speak nonsense in front of us."

An old man with white hair and beard, who had begun to exude the aura of death, had a cold light in his dim eyes, and he had a rough guess about the situation of the ghost king in white in front of him.

In a sense, the ghost king's promotion to the fourth level is roughly the same as the difficulties faced by the monks, which requires the condensation of ghost infants.

Once they fail, they usually die on the spot. The only chance of survival is to choose to retreat bravely when refining heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and the golden elixir has not been truly broken.

With the enhancement of the Nascent Soul treasures that assist in attaining the achievement, one's own cultivation level can be further improved in the Golden Core stage. Ordinary ninth-level Golden Core monks are no match for them.

It's just that this situation is extremely rare. For some monks, if they go to great lengths to obtain a high-quality treasure that can help achieve the Nascent Soul, they will naturally go all out, knowing that the success rate is not high, but they are still willing to try it. , even at the cost of his own life.

Therefore, a being like the Ghost King in White, although powerful, is in a state of contempt and disadvantage in the eyes of the ninth-level Golden Core monks.

"Roar"

The old man's words seemed to touch the most vulnerable part of the white-clothed ghost king's heart. He heard a roar, and his noble gentleman-like appearance suddenly changed, and the folding fan in his hand also turned into pitch black.

The ghost king in white sprayed a long triangular tongue from his mouth and went straight towards the decrepit old man. The barbs on it also shone with black light impregnated with poison, clearly showing a powerful appearance.

White bone spurs also grew out of the black folding fan in his hand. They spread out in all directions as the fan was incited, and headed straight for the other monks decisively.

(End of this chapter)