Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Wang Fu once again felt his insignificance.

Since he found you and mastered the earth escape technique, he always felt that he could escape by using the earth escape technique no matter what danger he encountered. But now a large formation blocked the sky and the ground, and the earth escape technique was useless.

"Sure enough, you still need strong strength."

The powerful strength of the man from the Great Xia royal family made Wang Fu feel powerless, but Jiang Yan's next words gave him hope. Jiang Yan said:

"We are not completely without hope of survival. The altar is incomplete, and there may be accidents at any time. There is no ghost king in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which is not a real magic weapon. Those evil ghosts devouring souls should be preparing for the birth of the ghost king... That person's golden elixir may not be successful, so... Don't be too pessimistic."

"Wait for the opportunity!" Wang Fu nodded. Yes, if he gave up, he would really have no chance. At least he is still alive now. He can't give up until the last moment.

"I really hope that there is a passing golden elixir realm at this time..."

With the means of the two of them, hiding in the huge imperial city, the evil ghosts will not be able to find them.

As time went by, more and more ordinary people died tragically, turned into evil ghosts and were enslaved by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner on the altar. The aura of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner became stronger and stronger.

As tens of thousands of people died in the blood rain, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner finally changed.

A huge ghost face rushed out of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, twisting and changing, and the aura became stronger and stronger, reaching the peak of the ghost general.

"The ghost king will be born, and this emperor's golden elixir will have hope, haha..."

Xia Yanwu laughed unscrupulously. He made a series of seals, and countless evil ghosts gathered around. The ghost general grabbed the evil ghosts and swallowed them into his mouth. Many evil ghosts not only did not resist, but offered themselves fanatically.

They seemed to know that their king was about to be born.

After swallowing hundreds of evil ghosts and fierce ghosts, the ghost general's aura suddenly rose, and his body became bigger and bigger, until it was three feet in size, with two horns on his head and bloodshot eyes.

The ghost king was born.

Ten thousand ghosts surrendered.

Xia Yanwu looked at his masterpiece excitedly, with a crazy look on his face:

"Over a hundred years, this emperor has waited for more than a hundred years, and this moment has finally come."

"Haha..."

"Ghost King!" He ordered in a deep voice, "Hand over the ghost pill to this emperor, help this emperor to form the pill!"

The three-meter-tall ghost king stared down at Xia Yanwu with a pair of blood-red eyes. Xia Yanwu shouted again in a deep voice:

"Bring it!"

Xia Chengyu's heart was beating fast. He knew that the altar was incomplete, and the ghost king's binding force was not absolute. If he was not careful, he would face the ghost king's backlash. At that time, all the people in the city would become the nutrients for the ghost king to be promoted to the ghost emperor, and his grandfather and grandson would not be able to escape.

"Bring it!"

"Bring it to this emperor!"

Xia Yanwu shouted three times in a row, and the ghost king finally lowered his head and opened his mouth. A ghost pill emitting a strong ghost aura flew out. As soon as the ghost pill came out, the ghost king's breath suddenly dropped, and he was extremely weak.

But he was still in the realm of the ghost king.

Xia Yanwu looked at the ghost pill in the air, and reached out to take it in ecstasy, but the next moment, the ghost pill disappeared out of thin air.

A cold and playful voice slowly sounded on the other side of the altar:

"Not bad, not bad, I didn't expect that you really succeeded in training me. I am very happy, but there is no reward."

I saw a strange man in black clothes with blood-red hair holding the ghost pill with his thumb and index finger, standing on the altar.

Xia Yanwu looked at this person, clenched his fist, and was puzzled in anger:

"It's you! Aren't you dead?"

"Dead? Haha, I just used a little trick, but I didn't expect that my good disciple actually believed it. It's really not smart." The strange man covered his mouth and laughed.

"Give the ghost pill back to me!" Xia Yanwu frowned.

"My good disciple, you call yourself the emperor when you see me, it's a bit impolite." The strange man looked unhappy.

"Master gave you the technique a hundred years ago, helped you practice, and taught you the method of forming the elixir. Is this how you repay me? Master is very sad."

"Neither male nor female!" Xia Yanwu snorted coldly, but did not take action.

He didn't know why this person who should have died came back to life. Could it be that he was just faking his death as he said?

A hundred years ago, this cultivator who called himself Dan Hunzi suddenly appeared in the Great Xia Palace, covered in wounds. Because he cast a spell before he fell into a coma, the imperial guards dared not move rashly, and he was finally rescued by himself.

Xia Yanwu still remembers the first words Dan Hunzi said when he woke up:

"Do you want to reproduce the power of the ancient Xia emperor a thousand years ago?"

At first, no matter what Dan Hunzi said, he thought the other party was sent by the Great Xia Immortal Sect to test his Great Xia royal family. It was not until later when Dan Hunzi was seriously injured and about to pass away that he accepted the technique given by Dan Hunzi.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the Nine Evils Soul Refining Array were all left by Dan Hunzi.

Now it seems that everything is a scam.

Xia Yanwu thought about it carefully, and then looked at the ghost pill held in Dan Hunzi's hand. How could he not understand that he had made wedding clothes for the other party.

"Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

Xia Yanwu suddenly remembered the center of the Nine Evils Soul Refining Array, and his hand holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner tightened. As long as he held the center of the array, even Dan Hunzi would not be his opponent, and the ghost pill might not be impossible to take back.

Dan Hunzi saw Xia Yanwu's series of expression changes, and couldn't help but teasing:

"My good disciple, do you finally understand?"

"The reason why I appeared in your Great Xia Palace a hundred years ago was for the millions of mortals in your city, in order to borrow your identity as Emperor Xia to build the Nine Evils Soul Refining Array and personally sacrifice these millions of mortals, so that I can be free from cause and effect."

"Millions of wronged souls, I am looking forward to how the Ten Thousand Souls Banner can grow!"

"Of course, you can't see it, my disciple."

Dan Hunzi waved his hand, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was tightly held in Xia Yanwu's hand, immediately trembled uncontrollably.

"How dare you!" Xia Yanwu shouted angrily, and used all his spiritual power. However, in just two breaths, he was powerless, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner flew out of his hand and was about to fall into Dan Hunzi's hands.

Xia Yanwu's eyes were bloodshot, he knew that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was his last resort, and he immediately sacrificed his spiritual weapon to slash at Dan Hunzi, and he also cast a spell, turning into a lot of phantoms to grab the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"My dear disciple, how can you speak so domineeringly when your cultivation is not high? People who don't know you would think you are a Mahayana cultivator!"

Dan Hunzi's light words fell into Xia Yanwu's ears, but it made him feel scared. It was because Dan Hunzi's figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, and his seemingly slow palm stretched out, but he couldn't avoid it no matter what.

Slowly imprinted on the chest!

Heart stopped suddenly, and all the internal organs were torn apart!

Xia Yanwu lowered his head and stared at his sunken chest in a daze, and blood mixed with internal organs flowed out of his mouth.

"What realm are you...?"

"My dear disciple, you just remembered to ask me now?" Dan Hunzi smiled and retracted his palm. With a light wave, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner fell into his palm. The ghost king shrank aside like a well-behaved pet, "For the sake of the relationship between master and disciple, I will let you die with a clear mind..."

"I am 193 years old this year, and I was a Jindan cultivator a hundred years ago!"