Chapter 1581: Evil Spirit

As the Muyun clan cultivator spoke, the Xiao clan looked at Ye Chunyang with strange eyes.

These people looked familiar. They were the young men who had followed Xiao Yu before. They vaguely remembered Ye Chunyang's identity, but they looked at him with some unfriendly eyes.

But what Ye Chunyang said next made both sides a little gloomy.

"All of you get out!"

Ye Chunyang said expressionlessly without even looking at the two cultivators.

Both sides were stunned for a moment, and then they all sneered, looking at Ye Chunyang with sarcasm.

"You are only a perfect Dao foundation, but you are quite courageous. Although I don't know how you got into Tianxuan Mountain with your cultivation, I can cut you into pieces based on what you said just now."

The master who had reached the great perfection of the spiritual transformation realm looked at Ye Chunyang with a smile.

Although the Muyun clan and the Xiao clan disliked each other, they were not fighting here for no reason. Just now, there was a pure spiritual energy in their place, and it was obvious that some spiritual creature was born here. When the two sides met, there was a conflict.

Now Ye Chunyang suddenly came here and told them to get out. If he was a person with high cultivation, they would naturally swallow their anger. But when they saw his cultivation level, they found it ridiculous that he had not even reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm.

But as soon as the cultivator of the Spiritual Transformation Realm spoke, his face changed immediately.

There was a whistling sound of wind, followed by an irresistible force falling from the sky, and his body flew uncontrollably into the air and flew forward.

Just as he was shocked, the cultivator of the Spiritual Transformation Realm felt a cold hand on his head, and his body stiffened.

Looking up, he saw Ye Chunyang's face was cold.

"You?"

The master of the Muyun clan felt a chill in his heart.

The others also stiffened suddenly.

No one could see what happened just now. When he came to his senses, the cultivator of the Spiritual Transformation Realm had been held down by Ye Chunyang, and his life and death were not in his own hands.

"Do you think you can cut me into pieces now?" Ye Chunyang said.

"Mercy...Mercy!" The face of the master of the spiritual transformation realm was full of fear.

"Get lost!"

Ye Chunyang threw it away like trash, and the master of the spiritual transformation realm flew several feet away and fell to the ground twitching.

Everyone felt cold hands and feet, and dared not stay for a moment longer. The Muyun family lifted the master of the spiritual transformation realm, and the Xiao family turned around and fled.

Ye Chunyang's move directly frightened them to death.

Soon the surroundings were quiet.

Ye Chunyang opened the spirit beast bag, and after a flash of white light, a graceful and pretty girl flashed out, it was Lingsu.

"Where is the spiritual medicine?" Ye Chunyang asked.

Lingsu closed his eyes and sensed for a while, then his figure flashed and flew forward: "Daoyou, follow me!"

Ye Chunyang frowned and followed silently.

After traveling through the white mist for about half an incense stick of time, the spirit suddenly stopped. At the same time, Ye Chunyang looked up and saw a faint green light, which was filled with pure spiritual energy.

Ye Chunyang shook his sleeves, and a stream of spiritual light swept out. The white mist within a hundred feet was instantly dissipated, and the green light became more and more eye-catching. It was originally only a faint trace, but it became like a tide.

At this time, Ye Chunyang saw clearly that there was a spiritual grass like a green bamboo in the green light. It was more than half a person tall, without any branches and leaves, but it had extremely strong vitality.

"Green rock bamboo?"

Ye Chunyang was slightly surprised.

With his knowledge of natural materials and treasures, he recognized this bamboo after a brief recollection in his mind, and then his face was happy.

Qingyan Bamboo is similar to the Xueyan Bamboo he got outside Lindu City that year. It is very effective in restoring true essence. However, the difference is that Xueyan Bamboo is only effective for low-level cultivators. It has no effect when the cultivation reaches a certain level.

However, this Qingyan Bamboo is suitable for those above the Hualing Realm, and even the top masters of the Dongtian Realm can take it. In comparison, Qingyan Bamboo is much more precious than Xueyan Bamboo.

Ye Chunyang has always planned to collect some natural treasures that can help him restore his true essence, but because such medicinal materials are hard to find, he has never encountered them in these years. Now he is very lucky to get this Qingyan Bamboo.

"It seems that the cultivators of the Muyun family and the Xiao family are fighting for this bamboo, but from their appearance, they should not have seen the true face of this Qingyan Bamboo. Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise, when they take this bamboo away, it will be a waste of this great spiritual object."

Ye Chunyang was secretly happy.

He guessed that if he found the Vermillion Bird Soul in the future to solve the God-Destroying Curse, his vitality would definitely be greatly damaged. At that time, this Qingyan Bamboo could be used.

He took the Qingyan bamboo without hesitation and sealed it in a jade box with spiritual energy using a secret method.

Lingsu looked at Ye Chunyang accepting the Qingyan bamboo and drooled. This was a rare high-level spiritual object and it should taste good.

"You don't have to feel sorry. You have eaten a lot of spiritual herbs that are hundreds of years old in my cave during this period. This Qingyan bamboo is just a small interest."

Ye Chunyang laughed secretly.

If it were an ordinary person, he would not be able to afford this medicine spirit. It would be a pain for anyone to eat a large area of ​​spiritual fields.

And they were all precious spiritual herbs that were more than three hundred years old.

However, Ye Chunyang had a spiritual spoon in his hand and could ripen them at any time, so he didn't care about it.

Lingsu's expression stagnated for a moment, and he lowered his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Let's go. Next, we should go to the place where Daoist Nanxuan passed the tribulation."

Ye Chunyang waved his hand and turned to leave.

Lingsu obediently turned into a little white rabbit and got into the spiritual beast.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, something is wrong!"

At this moment, King Nanxuan suddenly said.

Ye Chunyang paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked in a certain direction.

With his powerful soul, he naturally felt something unusual.

He released his divine thoughts and suddenly heard a strange "woohoo" sound in his ears, and then the mountains and forests shook, and waves of coldness swept over.

Ye Chunyang's eyes condensed slightly, staring at the direction where the strange sound came from for a while, then raised his hand and cast a spell to disperse the white fog.

He then took a breath of cold air, and saw a little green light in the dense jungle, like human eyes, revealing a cold chill, staring at him intently.

And just after these green lights appeared, black shadows floated out, floating in the air like ghosts. Looking closely, they were actually faces shrouded in black fog.

These faces were hideous, like ghosts but not ghosts, revealing a gloomy and evil aura.

"What is this?" King Nanxuan flew out, staring at these strange faces with his pupils shrinking slightly.

Judging from the green light flashing in the forest, there are at least hundreds of these faces.

Moreover, the aura emitted by the faces is very strange, and it can be integrated into the surrounding rocks and trees, so that its body is completely integrated with them. Once hidden, the flesh cannot be distinguished.

"Didn't Daoist Nanxuan feel what they are?" Ye Chunyang half-squinted his eyes and suddenly sneered.

King Nanxuan frowned and stared at those strange faces.

After a moment, his pupils suddenly shrank and said: "This aura is similar to the evil aura in the Dust-Transforming Pearl. It is the Netherworld Evil Clan!"

"Yes." Ye Chunyang nodded.

"How is it possible? Didn't the Netherworld Evil Clan already perish? How can it still exist in the world?" Lingsu also popped his head out of the spirit beast bag and said with horror.

"These evil clans are not living creatures, but ghosts formed after death." Ye Chunyang said.

Lingsu suddenly understood after hearing this.

Nan Xuan Wang looked a little ugly, and said, "I didn't expect that there would be ghosts of the Netherworld Evil Clan here. It seems that it may not be so easy to leave here today."

Ye Chunyang's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but he didn't say anything.

If these evil clans were living creatures, it might be a little troublesome, but if they were just ghosts, it would be much easier to deal with them.

"Aohou!"

Just when he thought so, the ghosts of the Netherworld Evil Clan suddenly roared, and a pair of pale green eyes locked on him tightly, followed by a loud sound of breaking wind, and they all flew towards him.

"Looking for death!"

Ye Chunyang snorted lightly, and suddenly shook his sleeves, and the silver light in front of him was shining, and sharp sword sounds were heard.

Nan Xuan Wang was shocked, looking at the flying sword flashing in the silver light, and instinctively took a step back.

At this time, he remembered that Ye Chunyang's eighty-one swords contained the power of heavenly thunder, which was the nemesis of evil ghosts. It was because of this suppression that he had to compromise with Ye Chunyang.

Although King Nanxuan had gained trust in Ye Chunyang after spending a long time together, he still instinctively felt fearful when he saw the thunder on the flying swords.

The next moment, Ye Chunyang waved his hand, and 81 flying swords whistled out. Thunder roared in the sky, and lightning bolts as thick as arms struck down on the evil spirits.

A tragic wail was heard, and the spirits turned into smoke and dissipated before they approached. Ye Chunyang put his hands behind his back and walked forward as if he was in an empty space.

King Nanxuan and Lingsu were both stunned.

These spirits were invisible and intangible, and could even hide in the surrounding environment. It would be difficult for ordinary people to deal with them, but Ye Chunyang restrained them with one move. This method was amazing.

However, they had seen too many impossible things in Ye Chunyang, and after the initial shock, they were not surprised.

"Strange, this Tianxuan Mountain is the holy land of the demon race, how can there be the Netherworld Evil Race?" Ling Su looked around at the evil spirits that were killed by Ye Chunyang with one sword, and said with some surprise.

King Nanxuan also frowned, obviously thinking this matter was strange.

"Probably when the two races fought, the Netherworld Evil Race also participated. Later, Tianxuan Mountain was sealed, and these ghosts could not escape, so they were naturally trapped here." Ye Chunyang took back the flying swords and said.

"Maybe so." Hearing this, King Nanxuan seemed to think there was some truth, and he was too lazy to pursue it.

Ye Chunyang glanced around, and after finding that there were no more ghosts, he flew out of the forest with his escape light.

These ghosts of the Netherworld Evil Race were here, perhaps just by chance, and Ye Chunyang would not delay because of this.

However, what Ye Chunyang didn't know was that when he killed the ghosts with one sword, the evil spirit master who was crawling in the magic circle in the suspended temple suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes.