Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 840: The melee between the monk and the ghost king (please subscribe, please collect)

Although the Ghost King in White has a firm upper hand over a single monk, there are currently more than ten ninth-level Golden Core monks.

Whether to refine the soul-rising poppy flower is certainly a dilemma for them, but the prerequisite is that they need to keep it in their pocket, otherwise there will be no chance of refining it at all.

More than a dozen ninth-level golden elixir monks took action at the same time, and each of them prepared weapons to restrain the ghost king. Even the fourth-level ghost king who was comparable to the monks in the Nascent Soul stage could resist for some time.

"Roar"

As soon as the fighting started, the furious Ghost King in White was at an absolute disadvantage. However, as the battle between the two sides broke out, the Ghost King in White roared and summoned the scattered Ghost Kings to come back for reinforcements.

"whoosh whoosh"

The effect was naturally immediate. In less than half a cup of tea, ghost kings of level 3 and above who had returned from different locations in the ancient battlefield began to appear.

These ghost kings were originally engaged in a fierce battle with other golden elixir stage monks. After being summoned, they naturally chose to abandon their opponents and return to their aid as soon as possible.

The quality of the huge number of ghost kings is uneven, and some weak third-level inferiors will die quickly and completely, but there are also some strong ghost kings who are equally matched with the monks.

This also caused the situation of this battle to change immediately. Compared to the Ghost King, the monks who were originally scattered in different locations naturally made different choices.

Some of the weaker ones happily took the opportunity to pick a large number of elixirs in the periphery. The stronger ones also chose to restore their own strength first, and only then would they consider coming here to support and wait for opportunities to pick elixirs.

Occasionally, a late-stage Jindan monk appeared around. After discovering the situation of the ninth-level Jindan monks, he did not immediately get involved, just like Sun Mingsheng. Instead, he chose a location for temporary rest and adjustment. Rest, waiting for the right time to take action.

"With my strength, if I want to seize the soul-raising poppy flower from the hands of these old monsters with the ninth level of golden elixir, the difficulty can be imagined. Even if I succeed by luck, I am afraid that it will be difficult to calmly and smoothly settle down the heart elixir into a baby when I leave the ancient battlefield in the future. It is unthinkable that it will bring disaster to the family."

Standing in the distance, Sun Mingsheng also never stepped into the battlefield easily. His eyes moved back and forth, as if he was constantly planning something.

With his cultivation of the eighth level of the Golden Core, if he forcibly participated in the competition for the Soul Ascension Poppy, it would naturally be possible for him to pocket it.

But this must take a certain amount of time. If it is taken by force in front of a group of ninth-level golden elixir monks, it will definitely lead to a series of other negative reactions.

Therefore, in this battle, unless they are monks with the same ninth level of golden elixir and who are determined to win the Soul Ascension Poppy, most of the remaining ones have ulterior motives and are hidden in different locations.

In this particularly fierce and critical battle involving their own life and death and whether they can achieve Nascent Soul in the future, the ghost king in white and the third-level ghost king under his command always have the upper hand relying on their numerical advantage. From time to time, a scream will be heard, which also means A ninth-level golden elixir monk was seriously injured or died.

As time passed and casualties continued to occur in the battle, the ghost king in white once again showed a determined smile on his face.

Unnoticed by all the monks, every time a ninth-level golden elixir monk dies, a flash of crimson will appear on the face of the white-clothed ghost king, and the aura on his body will also increase accordingly.

"These monks come from different sects and families, and they all have their own agendas. How can they work together to fight against the enemy? Otherwise, I would have died thousands of years ago." "Perhaps this soul-raising poppy can be kept until next time." The opening of the ancient battlefield will inevitably lead to competition for more powerful ninth-level golden elixir monks, and my hope of becoming a fourth-level ghost emperor will come again."

"All monks who enter the ancient battlefield still have to leave some lucky ones to spread the news. Killing them all at once will be a self-destruction for the future path."

After the ghost king in white took action again to defeat and kill a ninth-level golden elixir monk, a proud smile appeared on his eyes.

And after all the smiles on his face disappeared, he returned to his true nature as a hunter. Every wave of his hand and every attack would cause more or less injuries to the target.

Of course, the ninth-level golden elixir monks who were surrounded were not easy to deal with. A large number of ghost kings had already died in their hands during the battle.

"If all fellow Taoists are still watching the fun, when the ghost king kills us all, is it possible that we can seize the soul-raising poppy? I am afraid that we will not be able to protect ourselves in the face of the attack of these ghost kings."

"The soul-raising poppy is here. All Taoist friends are fighting for it based on their own abilities. If you continue to hesitate, you will only have to wait for the fate of being massacred."

As time went by, killings continued to occur, and some of the ninth-level Golden Core monks who were surrounded by them, and who were originally excited because of the fight for the Soul Ascension Poppy, also asked for help or made various promises, etc., in short, the only The goal is to ask nearby monks to help as soon as possible.

There is still a possibility that the war situation will reverse at this time. Once the delay really continues, the biggest beneficiaries of the opening of the ancient battlefield will be the ghost kings in front of them. This is a real joke.

"Mr. Guo came to help, but some incompetent and dark soldiers who cannot see the light of day dare to show off their evil in front of us. The thunder of Zhiyang God, Luo"

Perhaps out of the resentment in his heart, or perhaps the temptation of the soul-raising poppy, a bearded monk in the late stage of the Golden Elixir suddenly transformed into a stream of light and joined in, and his shot was a Zhiyang Divine Thunder.

Zhiyang Divine Thunder is also a well-known existence in the inheritance of fourth-level high-grade treasures. It is very good at attacking and killing. It is the right time to use it at this moment.

The power contained in Zhiyang Divine Thunder has a certain obvious restraint effect on various ghosts and ghosts. This is the fundamental reason why this late-stage Jindan monk named Guo could not tolerate his heartbeat and chose to take the lead.

"Crackling"

The goal of Zhiyang Divine Thunder is quite clear, that is, as long as it can kill the ghost king in white who is the core of this battle, it will undoubtedly have a clear enough advantage in the subsequent distribution of spoils.

There is no doubt about the strength of the ghost king in white, but when the Zhiyang Divine Thunder fell, his face, which had not changed at all since the outbreak of the battle, finally showed a fleeting look of panic, and the figure that originally stood on the spot was as steady as a mountain. It also quickly turned into a phantom and quickly transferred.

"Zhiyang Divine Thunder, go"

Jindan monk surnamed Guo pointed his hands, and a burst of magic power flashed away. The Zhiyang Divine Thunder that originally fell straight down also suddenly turned around flexibly.

(End of this chapter)