Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling took it, holding the magic inkstone in one hand and the red pen in the other. As the saying goes, the inkstone can determine the fate of the world, and the pen can determine life and death. He dipped the magic inkstone and tried to draw it in the air!

Wherever the black gas passed, the ghost cultivators were instantly corroded, as if even their souls were burning, and a large ball of black mist exploded instantly!

At this moment, the other ghost cultivators were shocked and subconsciously retreated.

"Why does his pen and inkstone look so familiar? Could it be the magic weapon of the deputy cave master Cui Judge back then!"

"That's right! It is the treasure of Lord Ghost Judge, and it actually fell into this person's hands. We must take it back! The treasure of our Netherworld Cave Mansion cannot be taken away by outsiders!"

These ghost cultivators recognized the red pen and magic inkstone of the Netherworld Ghost Judge, and they rushed towards Ye Ling with murderous intent.

Ye Ling was not familiar with these two magic weapons at first. The soul of the stone beast and the pen soul inside were sealed by Zi Xuan and fell into a sleeping state.

【Given the general environment,

But seeing that more and more ghost cultivators gathered, Ye Ling had to use his red pen to draw freely, and the black air was lingering. The ghost cultivators were corroded and injured their souls. In the blink of an eye, they turned into black mist and disappeared.

Later, Ye Ling's pen was as fast as the wind, and he used it more and more smoothly. He killed these ghost cultivators and made them flee in embarrassment, almost occupying an overwhelming advantage!

At the same time, Ye Ling also understood why Deputy Cave Master Cui was called the Ghost Judge of the Netherworld. It turned out that his treasure, the magic inkstone red pen, was specifically used to restrain ghosts and had a strong corrosive effect on the soul.

Seeing this situation, Wang Shiyuan, Liang Yuzhu, Lu Binglan and others were greatly encouraged and chased them everywhere.

In the end, it was Han Wanrong who reminded him: "Don't chase after desperate enemies! Be careful of the ghost cultivators' ambush. It's important for us to enter the battle formation! Snow Wolf, come back!"

Although the Snow Wolf's eyes were red with killing, he still trotted back when he heard his master's shout, and his red wolf eyes turned soft and clear.

Ye Ling looked at the direction where the ghost cultivators fled, and put away the magic inkstone and the red brush. This battle frightened the remnants of the ghost cultivators in the Netherworld Cave Mansion, all thanks to the two magic weapons of the Netherworld Ghost Judge.

Zi Xuan said leisurely: "Master, how is it? I did a good job in refining, didn't I? Especially this inkstone. When I was grinding it, I added some heart-breaking and bone-rotting grass juice and soul-devouring flower juice, supplemented with fairy spirit, and integrated it into the inkstone, which made it so powerful."

Ye Ling nodded: "I see! I was wondering why the black air I drew sometimes showed some green and sometimes mixed with some red and red colors."

Zi Xuan smiled and said: "This is all because of Master's good teaching. I will use the method of refining poison pills to refine magic weapons."

While the two were talking, everyone returned triumphantly. Wang Shiyuan and Liang Yuzhu were still picking up the Ruyi bags and underworld tools left behind by the ghost cultivators. Even though some of them were broken, Liang Yuzhu was reluctant to throw them away.

The little Taoist boy Yunxiu praised: "Thanks to Senior Brother Su's sharp eyes, he saw through the hiding place of these ghost cultivators and killed them in a mess! No wonder the God accepted you as a registered disciple, but refused to accept me as a disciple."

Han Wanrong smiled and said: "That's because you are dull in talent, unwilling to practice well, and timid. When you meet ghost cultivators, you get angry and hide behind the crowd to throw talismans. You are far less brave than my snow wolf!"

While speaking, the snow wolf cooperated, wagging its tail proudly, as if it was very dissatisfied with Yunxiu's performance.

Yunxiu coughed dryly: "You can't say that. It's obvious that our brothers in Yuheng Mountain Villa were afraid that I would make a mistake, so they protected me. All right! After driving away the ghost cultivators, everyone enter the formation! Teleport back to the front mountain, but you still have to be more vigilant. Who knows what the situation is in the front mountain?"