Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"I am the Ghost King!"

After shouting out a slogan that was no less embarrassing than "Invincible Blasting Sword", the passionate Jiang Li became more and more skilled in controlling the souls. At the beginning, she had to use ghost energy to tear off the souls and devour them. Now Jiang Li only needs to move her mind, and those souls will rush into her body one after another.

A pale green soul appeared beside her. The soul that had been attacking her became her most loyal servant. Countless souls in Jiang Li's body also resonated, and her eyes were completely replaced by the torrent of soul condensation.

Dare to look the king in the eye?
He stretched out his hand and grasped the air, and the fleeing bastard was frozen in place. Jiang Li tilted his head slightly, and his eyes, which were intertwined with scarlet and dark black, shone with a sharp light. The next moment, a large piece of transparent soul on the bastard's body was cut off directly like tofu cut by a hot knife.

With a flick of his hand, the huge soul nimbly avoided the crazy bastard and instantly poured into Jiang Li's mouth. For Jiang Li, she could devour these souls in any form, but her habit as an immortal made her subconsciously "eat" the souls.

At the same time, it also consumed all of the asshole's courage.

Only then did he realize, no, it should be said that everyone realized that the asshole was completely and thoroughly restrained by Jiang Li. In a sense, the asshole was like being born to be eaten by Jiang Li, a pure special food.

"Remember the saying that poison has an antidote within seven steps?"

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and whispered, "The ghost world itself doesn't want to collapse. Don't look at Meng Po as if she doesn't care. That's because she won't be hurt even if the ghost world collapses. But the ghost world itself definitely doesn't want to collapse. This is an instinct of existence."

"What does this have to do with the antidote being available within seven steps?"

The black cat was puzzled.

"Assholes are the antidote to the ghost world."

Ying Yuan on the side spoke up, "In other words, both the bastard and Jiang Li are the antidotes."

According to normal theory, Hunqiu and Jiang Li are two poisonous sores in the ghost world. One constantly devours the memories of ghosts passing by and devours the soul itself. The other has established a ghost domain in the ghost world, interfering with normal reincarnation.

"But these two problems are not fatal to the ghost world. The real fatal problem is that the accumulated memories and soul fragments are about to burst the ghost world. This is the real problem."

Touching his chin, Zhou Li's eyes were bright, "I felt something was wrong before. Why would the existence of the ghost world with self-consciousness choose a fallen immortal to be the ghost king?"

"What do you mean?"

Xu Xuan was puzzled.

"I became the Lord of Zombies and Ghosts because I was transformed from Nuwa's Heaven-Repairing Stone. I am pure and flawless, so even if I was transformed into a Zombie and Ghost, I would not be too repulsive to it. But Jiang Li is different. She is a high and mighty immortal. Even after death, she should be reincarnated with her blessings and fate. But she was directly transformed into a ghost king after her death. This is actually very wrong."

Ying Yuan leaned gently on Zhou Li and said slowly: "According to common sense, it is normal to find a powerful person among the dead humans or monsters to transform into a ghost king. But there are many rejections when an immortal is transformed into a ghost king, and Jiang Li will also reject his own ghost king in his heart."

The mark of the Ghost King that had been hidden for a long time was revealed on her forehead. The fire of the soul was burning in Jiang Li's eyes. At this time, she had completely controlled her soul and all the "ghosts".

"Your Majesty!"

Jiang Li spoke indifferently, without roaring or yelling, just two ordinary words.

The bastard's entire body began to tremble constantly, and the many souls that were originally tightly gathered together also began to tremble, as if they wanted to submit to that noble existence.

"Swallowing the souls of the past."

As if reading out the asshole's sins, he stretched out his hand, and pointed the gorgeous and perfect long sword at the asshole like a ritual blade. Jiang Li's voice was full of majesty and emptiness that made people submit.

"Steal soul memory."

"Kill at will."

"Manipulate souls that should be at rest."

With each announcement, the pale green chains on the asshole's body became more solid, and the endless spikes and blades slowly advanced, gradually piercing into the asshole's no longer huge body. Wearing a beautiful long dress interwoven with dark and scarlet, Jiang Li, who was enveloped by the fire of the soul, was a true god at this moment. Holding the ritual sword, the king with the soul as the seal made the final judgment.

"Death by extreme punishment, never to be undone!"

The moment the words fell, the asshole let out an unprecedentedly tragic scream. His soul instantly shattered into pieces, and countless fine threads were peeled off. Everything that made him up was torn apart by Jiang Li. The asshole, who was originally a twisted ball of flesh, now became a rain cloud. Countless tiny white flawless souls kept floating around him, and his body began to shrink rapidly, until it finally turned into a dark green ball full of weirdness and distortion.

"Is this the asshole?"

Zhou Li squatted aside and asked curiously: "A round ball?"

"A sphere that can hold evil thoughts and memories, but has no consciousness of its own."

With eyes full of indifference, Jiang Li looked at the body of the bastard who had lost all his aura, and said in a deep voice: "He became like that only because he was attached to the memories and souls of too many dead people."

"It's normal."

Zhou Li smiled and said, "How much good mood do you think a person will have before he dies?"

"That's right."

Nodding, Tang Wan said, "You are not inexperienced."

The classic hell joke diluted Jiang Li's originally solemn mood. She turned her head and looked at Xiaolu with a complicated expression on her face. She said, "Jiang Jiang, go home first."

"I want to be here."

Jiang Jiang seemed to realize something, and panic appeared in his eyes, "I won't leave!"

"go back."

With soul flame rising in his eyes, Jiang Li repeated these two words.

"I···"

Bewilderment gradually filled Jiang Jiang's eyes. She felt an unprecedented tiredness and quietness, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Soon, Jiang Jiang closed her eyes and gently fell into Jiang Li's arms. Gently placing the little deer on the stone slab beside her, Jiang Li slowly stood up. She looked at the devastated ghostland, turned her back to Zhou Li and others, and said softly:

"Ying Yuan, you are qualified to judge me."

"Let's do it."

Everyone was silent.

"I realized it after I killed the asshole."

Looking at Meng Po who had been silent on Zhou Li's shoulder, Jiang Li said calmly: "If the ghost world becomes the ghost domain, all the problems of the ghost world will be solved. The only problem is that if you want to turn the ghost world into the ghost domain, there can't be an existence that restricts the scope of the ghost domain."

"The king needs to die."

"Am I playing the Elden Ring?"

Zhou Li was stunned. (End of this chapter)