Grassroots Immortality

When the Netherworld Cult Master and a group of ghost kings appeared in Muhuo City, the scene in front of them made all the ghost kings' hair stand on end.

The originally large-scale Muhuo City now only had an area of ​​several dozen feet in radius, and a huge deep pit with a radius of several dozen miles appeared in front of everyone.

Is this really Muhuo City?

At this moment, all the ghost kings were thinking this in their hearts.

At this moment, only Muhuo King was left in Muhuo City. His eyes were a little dull, and he seemed to have forgotten to escape.

The Netherworld Cult Master was also stunned when he saw such a scene. Even when he fought with Ksitigarbha, Muhuo City was not damaged at all.

Looking up at the sky, the Netherworld Cult Master also saw the face he had been thinking about day and night.

It was really him!

After seeing Lin Xian, the Netherworld Cult Master disappeared in a flash.

The ghost kings who followed him, because they did not receive the order of the Netherworld Cult Master, all stayed in place and did not dare to move at all.

When the figure of the Nether Lord appeared again, his figure was already hovering a hundred feet away from Lin Xian.

The Nether Lord narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Xian. At this time, he would not regard this human cultivator as an early ghost king.

Being able to kill the spirit of the Xuanming Tower and causing such huge damage with one blow, even he could not do it.

"Human, how did you kill the spirit of the Xuanming Tower? Do you have a more powerful spirit in your hand? If not, with your strength, you would have become the nourishment of the spirit of the Xuanming Tower."

"Hand over the spirit, and this leader will let you leave safely. Otherwise, even if you have great means, this leader will make you come and go today!"

The Nether Lord narrowed his eyes, and his hoarse voice resounded throughout the sky.

Hearing the threatening words of the Nether Lord, Lin Xian had no expression on his face, but what the Nether Lord said surprised Lin Xian.

Could it be the spirit of the Qiankun Mirror?

Since he got the Qiankun Mirror, Lin Xian had never seen the spirit of the Qiankun Mirror, nor had he communicated with it.

He didn't even know that the Qiankun Mirror had a spirit, but the Qiankun Mirror had rescued him many times. If there was no Qiankun Mirror, Lin Xian would have died many times.

"Hand over my Taoist soul, and then kneel in front of her to confess your mistakes. In this way, I may let you go. Otherwise, your Netherworld will not exist!"

Hearing the threat of the Netherworld Lord, Lin Xian's expression did not change at all, and he replied lightly.

Hearing Lin Xian's words, all the ghost kings in Muhuo City changed their faces. This human cultivator dared to come to their Netherworld alone to cause trouble. He would not be afraid of the Netherworld Lord. What he said might not be false. Maybe he could really do it. At that time, wouldn't none of them have a good result?

This person obviously only has the cultivation of an early ghost king, but he dared to ignore the Netherworld Lord. What kind of monster is this person?

At this moment, the ghost kings in Muhuo City were also very nervous. If they left, the Netherworld Cult Master would definitely not be polite. Maybe they would be annihilated before the human cultivator made a move. If they continued to stay here, they would be on pins and needles, in a dilemma.

After weighing the pros and cons in their hearts, the ghost kings still stayed here.

Hearing Lin Xian's words, the Netherworld Cult Master was filled with murderous intent. He was just an early ghost king, but he dared to be so disrespectful to him.

Even Ksitigarbha did not dare to look down on him.

However, the Netherworld Cult Master also understood that the human cultivator in front of him was definitely not an ordinary cultivator, and his words were not necessarily all threatening.

Looking at the human cultivator in front of him, the Netherworld Cult Master could not see through him at all. He was a leader in the underworld and held great power, but now he could not see through a human cultivator.

This made him somewhat panic. For unknown and mysterious things, no matter who it was, the feelings should be almost the same.

"This leader only wants the weapon spirit. As long as you are willing to hand over the weapon spirit, this leader can agree to any request. Your Taoist partner's soul is now damaged. I also have many ways to make her recover quickly, and both of us can avoid a fight."

If it were someone else, the Netherworld leader would have taken action long ago. Because he was not sure in his heart, the Netherworld leader was still persuading patiently.

His purpose was indeed very simple. He just wanted to restore the weapon spirit of the Xuanming Tower.

"Has the leader lived too long and his ears are no longer working? Didn't the leader hear what I said just now?"

Hearing Lin Xian say this, it was clear that he would not let him go.

What's more, the soul of the female cultivator had long disappeared, and he also took out the soul of the woman. It seems that this war is really unavoidable.

At this moment, the murderous intent in the eyes of the Netherworld leader has condensed into substance.

With a thought, a small tower appeared in front of the Netherworld leader.

"Since you want to die, then this leader will fulfill your wish!"

Seeing the small tower, Lin Xian's eyes flashed.

This tower looks exactly like the Meteorite Palace, but now it is controlled by the Nether Lord as a treasure to hurt the enemy.

Under the control of the Nether Lord, the Xuanming Tower instantly became larger, shining like a palace.

Lin Xian was not polite and directly offered the Zhenyue Stick. Under his urging, the Zhenyue Stick once again turned into a huge pillar that supported the sky, emitting a heavy breath.

After a few breaths, the Xuanming Tower turned into a stream of light and smashed directly towards Lin Xian.

The Zhenyue Stick also smashed in the direction where the Xuanming Tower was flying.

With a loud bang that resounded through the world, the sky was filled with black and golden light.

All the ghost kings in Muhuo City had a buzzing in their heads, feeling drowsy and unstable.

An invisible wave emerged from the sky and began to spread rapidly around.

The earth trembled and the mountains collapsed.

After the attack, Lin Xian urged the Zhenyue Stick to attack again while taking out a jade bottle and quickly sucking a drop of Shen Ning Liquid from the bottle. In the previous attack, his soul had consumed more than 60%. If he did not take the Shen Ning Liquid, his soul power would definitely be overdrawn, hurting his roots, and would have a great impact on his future cultivation.

Under the attack, the Xuanming Tower was directly repelled dozens of feet, while the Zhenyue Stick did not move at all. It can be seen that even the Xuanming Tower could not gain any advantage in the confrontation with the Zhenyue Stick.

What Lin Xian did not know was that if the Xuanming Tower spirit had not been destroyed, even if he had the Zhenyue Stick, he might not be able to match it.

Before the ghost kings in Muhuo City recovered, the Zhenyue Stick hit the Xuanming Tower again.

Seeing the Zhenyue Stick, the eyes of the Netherworld Cult Master were filled with solemnity. This treasure was indeed extraordinary. If the Xuanming Tower was intact, it would not be a problem to deal with it.

But now, the Xuanming Tower itself was seriously damaged, and the weapon spirit was destroyed by the person in front of him, so its power was no longer as strong as before.

The Netherworld Cult Master was extremely depressed, and he wanted to extract Lin Xian's soul and refine his spirit, and use all the tortures in the underworld on him.