The immortality of mortals

Chapter 282 Skeleton Army

Yang Xuan looked to his side.

There were three other people teleported to this misty land with him.

One was wearing a gray robe.

The other one is wearing a black gauze hat and dark red long-sleeved wide clothes covering her body.

The last monk looked tall and thin, with a faint black air under his hood. He seemed to be an evil cultivator.

"Hehe, we are destined to meet each other. The evil spirit is concentrated here, and there may be danger. How about we and the four of us join forces?"

Yang Xuan laughed out loud.

"What fellow Taoist said makes sense. There is a place of injustice before the eyes of ghosts. Many alchemy monks were devoured by ghosts when they passed this level and ended up with no bones left. We must not take it lightly."

The man in gray robe nodded in response, his voice a little hoarse.

Yang Xuan secretly looked at the other person and was convinced that the man in gray robe was the unlucky guy who had been driven off the jade pillar by Man Beard earlier.

However, he is also in the middle stage of pill formation and is not considered weak among monks of the same level.

"Union is also possible, but I don't know much about this place, so I would like to trouble my two fellow Taoists to give you some pointers."

Monk in black gauze and bamboo hat.

Although the tall and thin evil cultivator did not speak, he came closer slightly, apparently acquiescing to the proposal.

"It seems that fellow Taoist got here in a hurry..."

The man in gray robe gave the monk in the hat a deep chuckle, then did not continue to pursue the matter, and opened his mouth to tell the current geographical information.

Although Yang Xuan knew it, he pretended not to know and sounded quiet.

What the man in gray robe said.

This is the first level of the Xutian Palace, called the Place of Wrongful Ghosts.

Originally, the Immortal Palace was not too sad when it first opened, but since more and more monks have fallen into the ghost mist, this place has become more and more dangerous.

Because those fallen monks themselves had foundation-building and even elixir-building skills, and some of them were extremely resentful and resentful, and after their death they transformed into evil ghosts.

He was extremely jealous of monks who came to the temple from outside, and would fight to the death if they met him.

According to rumors.

The last time the Xutian Palace was opened, someone was in this place of ghosts and injustice.

They actually saw the Ghost King who was very sane. As a result, the whole team was almost wiped out, and only one person escaped with serious injuries.

"There is actually a ghost king here?"

The monk in the hat sounded a little surprised.

The so-called Ghost King is almost equivalent to the late stage of Dan Formation, and can even be as powerful as half a Nascent Soul.

Coupled with the fact that his spiritual intelligence has been opened, it would be simply a nightmare for the alchemy monk to lead the evil spirits in this ghostly land.

"That's right, but the four of us are also in the formation of pills. As long as we work together, we will surely be able to fight against the likes of the Ghost King!"

The man in gray robe said solemnly.

"Then I'll rely on you all more!"

Yang Xuan smiled and cupped his hands.

"I am a Confucian cultivator who is not good at frontal combat. I would like to trouble all my fellow Taoists to help with the defense."

"My Taoist friend is actually a Confucian cultivator? Confucian techniques are very restrained against evil spirits and ghosts."

The man in gray robe looked at him with his mask-covered eyes.

"Since fellow Taoist cultivators are Confucian practitioners, we will protect you. All you have to do is attack with all your strength."

"Well, although Xiaosheng is shallow in Confucianism and Legalism, he should still contribute."

Yang Xuan bowed.

After a trial and error, the four of them stepped into the land of ghosts and injustice together.

The monks in gray robes and hats walked in front, the tall and thin Xie cultivator was behind, and Yang Xuan followed in the middle and was protected.

As soon as the few people entered the wasteland, the gray-white ghost mist around them immediately boiled as if alive, rolling and rushing towards them.

If this kind of sinister ghost entangles a mortal, it will suck up all the essence and blood in an instant, turn into a withered corpse and die, and even the soul will be sucked into the ghost mist to help the tiger.

But as the four of them are pill-forming monks, they naturally have protective measures.

The tall and thin evil cultivator on the side directly waved a black flag. The surface of the flag seemed to be like a black hole without reflecting any luster. Only white paint like bone powder painted skull-like patterns. As soon as the black flag appeared, black mist immediately enveloped the envoy.

At the same time, the surrounding gray and white ghost mist was actually absorbed into the flag, making the surface of the flag even darker and deeper.

"Fellow Taoist can control this ghost magic weapon. It seems that this trip is even more safe!"

The man in gray robe turned around and smiled in surprise.

The tall and thin monk showed no reaction and remained taciturn and indifferent.

The man in gray robe didn't mind. Hey, he took out an umbrella and expanded it in the sky, covering himself and Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan quickly moved closer and thanked the man in gray robe.

The monk in the bamboo hat took a talisman to form a protective shield, and held a strange flower basket, which emitted white light and drove away the ghost fog in front of him.

It stands to reason that the place of wronged ghosts should be in Xutian Hall.

But the few people walked for a long time without seeing the edge, as if they were really in a wilderness.

As the team marched deeper into the hinterland of the ghost fog, the surrounding gray-white fog gradually turned into gray-black color.

All four of them could feel that the ghostly aura was getting stronger and stronger.

Kara!

Suddenly there was a slight sound.

The man in gray robe stepped on a yellowed bone.

Everyone couldn't help but stop, because there was a skeleton sitting under the dead tree in front of them, and the ragged white bones were exposed in the tattered cloth robe.

But what caught the team's attention was the magic sword held in the arms of the Bones. It was shining with silver light and was obviously a top-notch ancient treasure.

There are two storage bags scattered next to the bones.

"Hey, it seems that he was left behind by the fallen monk from his previous life!"

The man in gray robe said in surprise.

I don’t know how many years after he died, the magic weapon is still shining brightly. If he can take it away, it will be a good harvest.

But just when the man in gray robe was about to step forward.

Suddenly the tall, thin evil cultivator who had been silent spoke.

"Jiejie, if you want to die, don't drag me along with you!"

"What do you mean by this?"

The man in gray robe stopped and turned around and asked.

"The Yin Qi in this place of wronged ghosts is so strong that even ordinary bones will mutate, let alone the body of a fallen monk?"

The tall, thin evil cultivator has a sharp voice.

"I have a unique induction method. Although the bones are well hidden, their restrained ghost energy cannot escape the detection of my divine consciousness."

The monk had just finished speaking.

The white bones seemed to feel that their disguise had been seen through, and suddenly their joints cracked, and they stood up tremblingly holding the ancient sword!

hiss!

There seemed to be some order from the surroundings.

The bone claws poked out from the large protruding soil bag, and they were actually white skeletons climbing up from the graveyard.

Although the aura was not strong, the surrounding cemeteries stretched as far as the eye could see, and countless skeletons were awakened, gathering together like a sea of ​​bones, making bursts of skeletal sounds.

There were also some bones of foundation-building and pill-forming monks among them, and they were driven to attack and kill them with magic weapons and magic weapons.

The four of them even saw the giant skeleton that was dozens of feet tall behind the sea of ​​bones.

"Desolate Skeleton! The strength is close to that of Nascent Soul, no good, run away!!"

Seeing this, the tall, thin Xie Cultivator, who was originally calm, became panicked.

It would be difficult for several people to deal with even one desolate skeleton, and with this sea of ​​skeletons and bones, the Nascent Soul cultivators would have to take a detour.

The other three people did not need to be reminded and immediately flew forward.

However, there were also many bones and ghosts ahead, so the team could only fight and walk, trying to break out of the encirclement.

"Everyone, stop hiding it and use whatever means you have!"

The gray-robed man shouted loudly, while demonic energy surged around his body.

　Ask for a ticket~

　　The identities of these three companions should be easy to guess.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)