From clam spirit to mirage dragon fairy

Chapter 38 Secret Agent Gui Xie
Gu Yang took Xiao Yaxuan and sank into the underwater ghost realm again.

"You go find the Weiyuan Marquis, and I'll find out the true identity of the Ghost King of the Underworld.

Regardless of success or failure, return to the shore before dawn, otherwise once the escape character on your body expires, you will no longer be able to become invisible. When the ghosts are out, even I will not be sure to protect you. "

Gu Yang solemnly asked Xiao Yaxuan.

This guy can't let anything happen to him again.

Wenquxing came to earth to assist Mingjun in rebuilding the country.

If he was robbed halfway under his nose, he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly even if he had eight mouths.

"Brother Gu, don't worry, I'm awake."

Xiao Yaxuan held his fists and slowly disappeared into the ghost army camp.

Guyang sighed secretly, covered his body and went to the depths of the ghost realm to find the ghost king of the underworld.

This ghost realm is just a prototype. Apart from the ghost towns and camps being built on the periphery, it is nothing more than a barren underworld wasteland.

Along the way, Guyang secretly marveled.

I don’t know what the background of this Ghost King of Underworld is, but he actually used the Yin Qi of ten thousand ghosts to open up hundreds of miles of ghost space between Yin and Yang.

Once this ghost realm is built, it will probably reach the peak of the Five Realms immediately. It will not only endanger the human world, but also have a place in the underworld.

Walking in the yin earth, there is a gray and gloomy ghost energy everywhere. Even Gu Yang, who is wearing dragon energy Zhengfa, feels a cold feeling.

The most important thing is that there are no stars, no moon, and the clouds of ghost energy cannot find their way. Even if a monk enters this ghost realm, it is very easy to get lost in it.

Thanks to Guyang's extraordinary bloodline, his pair of dragon eyes can naturally see through evil spirits and ghosts. Only then can he see the little difference hidden in the clouds of ghost energy.

Not long after the trip, Guyang finally saw his goal.

It was an altar made of three bones.

Skeletons make walls and ten thousand bones make buildings, and evil spirits surge into the sky from all four sides.

The main altar is nine feet, nine inches and nine inches high, and the two auxiliary altars are seven feet, seven inches and seven inches high.

On the main altar is a white bone flag more than one foot high, with human skin and hair as the flag.

On the flag, a ghost with a green face and fangs and two horns opened its mouth and opened its bloody mouth, constantly swallowing the ghost energy and clouds around it like a living creature.

Under the flag, a black-robed ghost cultivator with a gloomy face and a withered body was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed. If you look closely at the white bone flag, his aura becomes stronger every time he inhales the ghost energy and clouds. He should be the ghost king of the underworld.

The auxiliary altars on the left and right sides are not empty.

On the auxiliary altar on the left, a ghost wearing a red wedding robe with red flowers on the chest and a smile on his face, like a groom, is carefully combing the hair of a white ghost horse.

On the right side of the auxiliary altar, a beautiful female ghost in white clothes covered her face with a look of sorrow and pity and wept, as if she had a huge grievance and had nowhere to complain.

These two ghosts should be the "Smiling Ghost" and the "Crying Ghost" that Zhao Dabao calls.

While combing his beloved horse's hair, the Laughing Ghost let out bursts of weird laughter from time to time, as if he had thought of some happy event.

However, this laughter was very strange. When it fell into the ears, it only made people feel chills in their hearts and the hairs on their backs stood up, as if it made people shiver as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The mourning ghost is like a young widow who is newly married and has lost her husband. Her big tears are constantly wetting her mourning clothes. She is so sad and miserable.

But just this pitiful cry makes people feel boundless evil fire. Coupled with that hot body and an expression that is half bitter and half charming, it makes people want to take it home immediately and take pity on her.

These two ghosts, one laughing and the other crying, only made people's hearts full of distracting thoughts and irritation.

"What a weird magic sound."

Gu Yang secretly recited the Calming Mantra to counteract the influence of these two magical sounds.

The smiling ghosts and mourning ghosts are all here, but what about those yaksha ghosts?
Guyang looked around.

Zhao Dabao once said that there were still three hundred Yaksha ghosts guarding the Ghost King of Huangquan, but Guyang searched everywhere and found no trace of Yaksha ghosts.

"Could it be—"

Guyang suddenly had a guess.

Judging from the appearance of the Ghost King of the Underworld, he is neither a Xiang Yu-like ghost hero who conquers the world to dominate, nor is he a treacherous murderer who is born evil and brings disaster to the world.

Although he looked haggard, he was neatly dressed in a black robe. His black hair was held up by a white bone hairpin, which made him look like a cultivator.

Looking at the white bone flag, it does not look like a ghost weapon that ordinary ghost cultivators can refine, but it looks like a magic weapon refined by demon cultivators.

According to Guyang, he speculated that the ghost king of Huangquan should have been a practitioner of the devil's path during his lifetime, but he lost his body halfway and embarked on the path of ghost cultivation with the help of the magic weapon he had during his lifetime.

And that Yaksha ghost is probably contained in the bone flag.

This made Gu Yang become more vigilant again.

The ghost cultivators transformed from demonic monks are not those wild ghosts. God knows how many tricks they still have in life.

But now Guyang is also confused.

Although he found the real master, Gu Yang couldn't tell what level these opponents were just by looking at them.

So we have to try it out.

After thinking about it for a while, Guyang decided that he should take the risk and give it a try.

"call--"

A mirage quietly penetrated into the ghostly cloud.

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian, where are you?"

Suddenly, shouts rang out in the silent ghost realm, as if a young lover was looking for his beloved girl.

"mortal?"

"The breath of the living."

The ghost king of Huangquan and the two ghosts were all attracted by the breath of the "living person".

As a gust of cold wind blew away the fog, a young scholar in rags holding a scroll of ancient paintings appeared under the altar.

"Xiaoqian, is this you Xiaoqian? I'm Ning Caichen."

The scholar suddenly ran to the altar of the female ghost and jumped and screamed.

"?"

The Underworld Ghost King and the Laughing Ghost all turned their attention to the mourning ghost.

The mourning ghost was also stunned, wondering if he had ever used the name "Xiaoqian"?

But that's okay.

Fat meat is delivered to your door, there is no reason to refuse.

"Woo hoo——, Caichen, is that you Caichen?

I'm here--"

The mourner cried in response to the scholar.

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian, don't be afraid. Master Yan and I are here to save you."

The scholar "Ning Caichen" shouted happily. "Master Yan, I found Xiaoqian——"

Ning Caichen shouted behind him.

"Anyone else?"

The Ghost King of Huangquan and the two ghosts were stunned.

"Master Yan? A knight in the world?"

The Ghost King of Underworld secretly guessed.

No, no, it’s the swordsman.

Only those sword madmen can disguise themselves as human knights and kill demons and subjugate demons everywhere. Ordinary mortals cannot enter this ghost realm between yin and yang.

The Ghost King of Underworld was suddenly shocked.

"I am coming--"

A powerful and rough voice suddenly came to Ning Caichen from far away.

It was Yan Chixia who was carrying a sword box and had a bearded look on her face.

"really--"

The Ghost King of Underworld tightened his eyes.

Seeing the thick and simple sword box behind Yan Chixia and the Sanskrit-like patterns on the box, the Ghost King of Huangquan once again confirmed his speculation.

"Where is Xiaoqian?

damn—

Stinky scholar, you got the wrong person. "

Yan Chixia's eyes immediately changed when she saw the three ghosts on the altar.

"got the wrong person?"

Ning Caichen took a few steps back to observe the female ghost on the altar, looking confused.

"Xiaoqian, where did you hide Xiaoqian? Return her to me quickly?"

Ning Caichen collapsed and shouted at the Ghost King of Underworld.

"Bastard, where did you hide that little ghost girl?
Give her back quickly. "

Yan Chixia asked the Ghost King of Huangquan with a righteous look.

"Xiaoqian? Female ghost? Then you are looking in the wrong place.

You should go look for it among the ghosts working hard outside. "

The Ghost King of Underworld looked at the two people below in a joking manner.

He just thought that the ghost army outside had mistakenly captured a female ghost named Xiaoqian, but the lover of the female ghost and a swordsman came to beg for her.

"Stupid scholar, you go find Xiaoqian, I'll stay and stop these three bastards."

Yan Chixia pushed Ning Caichen behind her.

"it is good--"

Ning Caichen was also very smart and immediately ran to the ghost town.

"Woo, Caichen, I'm right here, why did you leave me?"

The mourning ghost suddenly flew down from the altar and cried sadly.

Ning Caichen froze immediately when the demonic voice called him.

"The monster dares to use black magic to harm people!"

Yan Chixia interrupted the mourning ghost's demonic voice with a loud shout.

"The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe borrows the law"

Yan Chixia bit her middle finger, drew a Tai Chi diagram on her palm, and hit the mourning ghost with a thunderbolt from her palm.

The masculine thunder method came towards his face, and the mourning ghost's expression changed and he immediately flew up to avoid Yan Chixia's palm thunder.

"Haha, it turns out he's just a three-level swordsman. I thought he was someone powerful."

The Ghost King of Underworld suddenly smiled softly.

"Now that you're here, don't leave. It's time for me to hire people in this underworld ghost land. Please stay and be my general to protect the law."

The soul of a Three Realm Swordsman is a precious treasure to the Ghost King of Underworld, and he has arranged to have another great general under his command.

"Hey, you deserve it too?"

Yan Chixia spat arrogantly.

"Dragon Roaring Nine Heavens"

As Yan Chixia shouted, the sword box behind her rose up and spit out a golden flying sword.

"Good baby—"

The Ghost King of Underworld looked at Yan Chixia's sword box greedily.

Normally, a swordsman's special move of using sword light to differentiate must consume a lot of mana, but this sword box can actually release so many flying swords condensed by sword light in an instant, it must be a rare treasure.

Think about it, if he had such a treasure, how could he have his body beheaded and embark on the path of ghost cultivation?

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha—"

Suddenly a strange laughter sounded.

The strange blue sound waves appeared out of thin air like heavy waves, shattering countless flying swords.

"Hey, if you are not good at learning, you are really wasting this treasure."

The Ghost King of Huangquan immediately despised "Yan Chixia" when he saw the flying sword shattered by a shock.

"Sword Returns Promise"

Yan Chixia pointed her sword.

Many flying swords turned into a sword wheel and flew in the air, instantly piercing the Laughing Ghost's sound wave and almost cutting the Laughing Ghost in half.

The Laughing Ghost jumped up and sat on the ghost horse, which flew dozens of feet away from Yan Chixia.

"Thousands of Swords Flying Together"

Yan Chixia's hand skills changed again.

Thousands of flying swords gathered into a sword tornado and rolled towards the Ghost King of Underworld.

"Outrageous"

The Ghost King of Huangquan snorted coldly and stretched out his hand, and a black light turned into a ghost head as big as a hill. He opened his mouth and swallowed all the flying swords into his belly.

(End of this chapter)