Chapter 11: The king of ghosts deep underground

"Little girl, hurry up and light the sky lantern, you can't help these ghosts anymore."

A kind old man next to him persuaded.

Although there are a lot of human monks beside the pool, there are strong men who can shape the gods, but there are too many evil ghosts in Wanguiling. There are hundreds of evil ghosts in the Yuanhai realm alone. There are probably no fewer than thirty or forty ghosts that shape the gods.

Such a powerful strength is simply unmatched by the human monks here.

"Little girl, hurry up and push the guy with the cultivation level of the Profound Core Realm next to you into the pool."

The other person also hurriedly urged.

Luo Li gritted his teeth with a complex expression, watching the old ancestor dare not say a word.

"You don't need to be ashamed."

Ye Yun smiled lightly, reached out and patted Luo Li's shoulder, jumped into the black pool.

He walked hundreds of miles forward in the pool, came to the center of the pool, and stopped.

There was a strange power in these black waters, as if there were countless insects trying to get into Ye Yun's body.

Ye Yun didn't take any action, but instead converged the breath of true god.

I am afraid that once any breath is revealed, this place will be destroyed.

The power of these black waters could not penetrate into his body, even his clothes could not penetrate.

Ooo...

The evil spirits above the black pool whizzed out, listening to Ye Yun's loud laugh, they raised their hands and emitted black lights, falling towards Ye Yun's body.

Ye Yun closed his eyes, his face was calm, without any expression.

The black light fell on him and disappeared, and in the eyes of outsiders, it seemed to take effect.

And the next moment, a red candle appeared on Ye Yun's head, and the sky lantern was also lit.

"Old ancestor, he should be fine."

Luo Li by the pool watched this scene nervously, her heart hanging in her throat.

She kept comforting herself in her heart.

But seeing the old ancestor's face still as usual even though the sky lantern was lit, she took a moment to relax.

Everything in front of him was transformed by Ye Yun.

That day, the light candles began to emit a strange energy from the top of Ye Yun's head.

This energy seemed to be summoned by the black pool, slowly falling into the pool and drifting to a mysterious place.

Kilometers underground.

Inside a dark ancient coffin, a huge ghost is sleeping at this moment.

That strand of Ye Yun's energy drifted over, and was quickly sucked in by it.

Then it opened its eyes.

It was a pair of blood-colored eyes with fierce rays of light.

"It's really God's help! This time this king can definitely recover the trauma of the soul."

The white fangs at the corners of the devil who claimed to be king suddenly barked out, revealing a brutal smile.

It is the only ghost king in Wanguiling.

It used to be a strong person in the Divine Bridge Realm, but due to the trauma of the Divine Soul, the realm fell to the realm of the Divine Bridge half a step.

For thousands of years.

It is hiding in the depths of Wanguiling, constantly healing its wounds.

The injury on its soul was hurt by one of its enemies.

There is no cure for ordinary panacea.

It simply hid in this extremely remote place of the Gu Yue Dynasty to heal its wounds, so as to avoid the enemy's pursuit and killing.

Deep underground.

This ghost king accidentally found a black coffin.

On the black coffin, there is a strange way of lighting the sky lantern, which has a miraculous effect on the recovery of his spirit, but the speed will be slower, which makes it see the light.

So it gathered some ghost children and grandchildren, and at the same time taught some powerful ghosts and supernatural powers, so that they turned Wanguiling into a forbidden place.

Those devils and grandchildren, help him find humans from the human race, and give him a sky lantern to burn.

After all, there are enemies, even in this remote Gu Yue Dynasty, the ghost king dare not fantasize.

So let humans take the initiative to sacrifice.

Used in exchange for the peace of the territory of the Guyue Dynasty.

This is the origin of Wanguiling and the reason why the sky lanterns are lit.

For thousands of years.

I don't know how many times the sky lantern has been lit, and its spirit is slowly recovering, and it is only a small step away from full recovery.

If it is in accordance with the schedule, it will need to light the sky lantern three times.

But I didn't expect that this time among the human beings lighting the sky lanterns, there were some people who had a special energy on the soul, which accelerated the speed of its recovery.

The ghost king couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

This time the spirit is restored, it can be restored to the half-step **** bridge state.

If you recuperate for another ten or eight years, it is estimated that you will be able to attack the Divine Bridge Realm again.

At the thought of being able to return to the previous realm of the bridge of gods, the ghost king was still extremely excited.

It opened its **** eyes and stared at the black coffin board, constantly absorbing the energy of the sky lantern in the ghost pool, and restoring the trauma on the soul.

"So fast."

The ghost king feels that the soul is healed at times faster, and can't help but feel exuberant.

The ray of energy coming from the ghost pool has become stronger and stronger, allowing the spirit to recover faster and faster.

This could not help but surprise him.

Originally it took forty-nine days to light the sky lanterns, more than ten days have passed, and there are less than thirty days left.

But at the current rate, I am afraid it will not take a few days.

Ye Yun in the ghost pool.

Looking at the ghost king with his eyes distant, he let out a sneer in his heart.

This ghost king thought he was lucky, but he didn't know that everything was in his strategizing.

Ye Yun was not in a hurry.

He is constantly refining the blood of the ancestral dragon in his body.

His cultivation is also constantly improving.

Two days passed.

Ye Yun's cultivation quickly broke through to the third level of the True God Realm.

Five days passed.

Ye Yun's cultivation base broke through to the fourth level of the True God Realm!

Feeling the power of the Zulong essence and blood in his body is still so surging, Ye Yun smiled slightly.

Sure enough, this Ancestral Dragon's essence and blood could allow him to break through to the tenth level of the True God Realm.

Unfortunately, he has been in this place long enough now.

The ghost king is almost recovered and will come out soon.

Ye Yun looked at Luo Li on the edge of the pool with his spiritual sense, and found that she had been standing there nervously, her small hand kept clenching her fist.

The body is a little stiff.

"Don't worry, Luo Li, I'm fine."

Ye Yun sent out a divine thought.

Luo Li nodded quickly, and the hanging heart finally fell.

At this time, she looked at Junior Brother Lord Grim again, and found that Junior Brother’s complexion was getting worse and worse, and she seemed to be unable to hold on.

She began to worry again.

Her master accepted three disciples.

Luo Li ranked second.

She also has a senior sister named Su Wanyi, who looks like a fairy.

It's just that the senior sister is missing.

Now that life and death are uncertain, Luo Li doesn't know where she is.

But what is certain is that the senior sister should not fall into the hands of the enemy.

"Little girl, which sect are you from?"

Perhaps it was too boring to stay, a white-haired old man with the shape of the gods actually took the initiative to start a conversation with Luo Li.