Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 828 The true strength of Lord Yama!
"I heard that even seniors in the Spiritualization Stage have come here, but is that true?"

Lord Yama nodded.

"In addition to the Great Jin Patriarch, Senior Ji, who is here, Yun Ku Tianjun is also here,"

"There is also the Jinbi Tianjun and the Six Paths Demon that we have met before!"

"A total of four powerful gods!"

"Since the God of Transformation has taken action, why were they pushed to the base camp by the ghost clan?" Zhou Xun was puzzled.

Previously, during the decisive battle between Zhongzhou and the South Sea demon clan, he personally experienced the power of the Divine Transformation cultivator.

That's a whole other level of power.

It can be said that the gap between the peak of Nascent Soul and the God Transformation stage is greater than the gap between the peak of Foundation Establishment and the Nascent Soul.

As long as one or two gods take action, the battle line should not be a problem.

"I don't know much about this, but I guess that the ghost tribe can expand the passage to the ghost world this time."

"It is very likely that a ghost from the Spiritualization Stage has taken action, and has even come to our side. This is why several Spiritualization Heavenly Monarchs have not taken action."

"After all, each of them is the real trump card of our human world. If one of them is lost, it will be a huge loss!"

When Zhou Xun heard this, his brows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

If it is true as Lord Yama guessed, that a ghost god has descended, then the situation will indeed be precarious.

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "Brother Dao, now that the several great gods of our human race have come up with a plan to deal with this?"

Lord Yan Mo looked solemn, shook his head slightly and said: "It is still under discussion.

Several gods are well aware of the severity of this crisis and have been secretly planning. However, the situation on the ghost side is too strange. Their actions seem to be carefully planned, making it difficult for us to understand. "

While the two were discussing, suddenly,
"Boom-"

"Boom-"

A drum of war sounded throughout the base camp.

"Oh no, the ghosts are attacking the city!" Yan Mo Zhenjun's face changed.
"My dear brother, I need to go and preside over the battle, so you better be careful!" After giving the instructions, Lord Yama quickly left the place.

Seeing Lord Yanmo going away, Zhou Xun did not stay here. He left the cave and walked outside.

As for Zhou Xun, although he had just arrived here, he also had to go out with us to fight the enemy.

Soon, he came to the city wall.
The city wall was full of monks, all with solemn expressions, ready for battle. In the distance, dark clouds were pressing down on the sky, and ghost energy was surging like a raging sea, covering the sky and the sun. Countless ghosts were looming in the dark clouds, and shrill roars could be heard from afar, making people shudder.

Zhou Xun stood in the crowd, looking into the distance with a serious look. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the whole world was eroded by ghost energy, and even his breathing became heavy. He took a deep breath, practiced his skills, and mobilized the spiritual power in his body to resist the erosion of ghost energy.

"My fellow Taoists, the ghost tribe is coming with great force, but as long as we work together, we will be able to defend our base camp!" A cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage shouted loudly, his voice spreading throughout the city walls, boosting morale.

"We will defend the human territory to the death!" Everyone responded in unison, their fighting spirit high.

At this moment, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the black cloud, and a ghost claw covering the sky and the sun stretched out from it, carrying a destructive aura and grabbing towards the city wall!
"Oh no! It's the ghost clan's incarnation taking action!" someone exclaimed.

Zhou Xun's pupils shrank, and he was shocked. The power contained in the ghost claw was far beyond his imagination. The pressure alone made it difficult for the monks on the city wall to breathe and their bodies unstable.

At the critical moment, a brilliant golden light shot up into the sky from the depths of the base camp, transformed into a huge seal, and slammed hard into the ghost claw!
"boom--!"

The earth-shattering explosion resounded through the sky, and the violent energy shock wave swept in all directions. The protective formation on the city wall flickered violently, barely resisting the aftermath.

"It was Senior Ji who took action!" someone shouted excitedly.

Zhou Xun looked up and saw an old man in a golden robe standing in the air, emitting a pressure as vast as the ocean. It was the ancestor of the Great Jin Dynasty - Ji Wanren!

"You evil ghosts, stop being so rampant!"

Ji Wanren shouted coldly, the magic spells in his hands changed, and the golden sword condensed again, pointing directly into the depths of the black cloud.

A sinister laugh came from the dark clouds: "Hehehe... Ji Wanren, you finally showed up!"

Before he finished speaking, the dark clouds rolled, and a tall ghost slowly emerged. The ghost was shrouded in dark mist, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes, which were cold and cruel.

"The ghost clan has transformed into gods!" Zhou Xun's heart tightened, realizing that the situation had exceeded his expectations.

Ji Wanren confronted the ghost's incarnation. The collision of their auras caused the sky and earth to change color. The cultivators below held their breath and did not dare to act rashly.

Just as Ji Wanren was confronting the ghost god, a creepy scream suddenly sounded between heaven and earth!

It was as if millions of evil spirits were wailing at the same time, shocking the monks on the city wall so much that their blood was boiling.

Suddenly, a scarlet crack appeared in the depths of the black cloud, and a bone spear wrapped in bloody resentment broke through the air!

Wherever the bone spear passed, the space shattered like a mirror. The resentful souls entangled on the tip of the spear let out shrill howls, forming a twisted vortex of soul power.

What’s even more terrifying is that this fatal blow came from a blind spot in Ji Wanren’s vision, and the timing was perfect!
"Fellow Daoist Ji, be careful!"

At the critical moment, nine brilliant golden rays shot up into the sky from the city.

Each golden light contained a dragon eye sized gem, and inside the bead there seemed to be a golden dragon swimming. Jinbi Tianjun came from the air, and with a light wave of his white hand, nine golden beads intertwined in the air to form a net.

The bone spear crashed into the net, and a series of deafening explosions suddenly erupted. The sky was filled with golden light and blood light, dyeing half of the sky into a strange golden red color.

"A ghost who has transformed into a god can only carry out sneak attacks like this?" Jinbi Tianjun's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The nine golden beads surrounding his body spun around, and each rotation brought about a circle of golden ripples.

In the blink of an eye, a giant rotten hand suddenly emerged from the depths of the dark clouds.

The palm was covered with corpse spots, the nails glowed with a dark green poisonous light, and the bloody mouth on the palm was spewing dark green corpse poison.

The terrifying thing is that this giant palm actually attacked Jinbi Tianjun and Ji Wanren at the same time!

"Amitabha!"

A solemn Buddhist chant resounded through the sky, and suddenly a golden light rose in the city.

A golden statue that was a thousand feet tall rose from the ground. The statue had twelve arms, and each of the palms had a different seal.

Yunku Tianjun sat upright with his brows clenched, looking solemn. Twelve golden Buddha hands clapped out at the same time, six of which faced the giant poisonous corpse palm, and six formed seals to protect the city wall.

"This is Master Yun Ku!" Zhou Xun looked at the towering giant and couldn't help but sigh, this is the power of incarnation.

"Oh!"

The golden Buddha's hand collided with the giant poisonous corpse palm, causing a deafening noise.

The golden seal with the word "卍" on the Buddha's hand shone brightly, purifying all the poison in the corpse. What was even more shocking was that one of the Buddha's hands suddenly turned into a demon-subduing pestle and smashed down fiercely somewhere in the black cloud!

"Hide your head and show your tail, show yourself to me!"

Where the demon-subduing pestle fell, black clouds rolled violently, and a thousand-year-old ghost corpse king wrapped in blood-colored chains was forced to reveal its true form.

There were pale green ghost fires flickering in the eyes of the corpse king, and densely packed skulls were hung on each chain.

Just as Yun Ku Tianjun made his move, the shadow under the city wall suddenly twisted strangely.

The shadows moved like living things, and finally condensed into a pitch-black shadow blade, silently stabbing at the back of the golden body!

The figure of the Six Paths Demon emerged like a ghost, and the bone knife in his hand accurately blocked the shadow blade.

What was even more terrifying was that countless pale ghost hands suddenly stretched out from the six demonic gates that appeared behind him and tore the shadow apart alive!

"I hate these sewer rats the most." The Six-Path Demon smiled coldly, and the six-colored magic light on the bone knife became more and more enchanting.

Until this moment, the situation on the battlefield has become clear——

In front of Ji Wanren, the scarlet eyes of the Ghost Fire God became brighter and brighter.
Opposite to Jinbi Tianjun, an ancient bronze coffin slowly descended from the black cloud, and Yunku Tianjun's golden body was facing the Corpse King;
In the shadows shattered by the Six Paths Demon, a ghost wearing a pale smiling mask was reconstructing itself.
Both sides actually secretly prepared four gods, all ready for a surprise attack.

Zhou Xun's hand holding the sword turned slightly white, and he finally understood why the human race was losing step by step - the ghost race also sent out four gods!
Moreover, once a human being is trapped in the ghost fog, he may be in danger of death.

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out from the ancient bronze coffin: "Now that you are all here, it's a good opportunity to see whether you have improved in the past six thousand years!"

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Ji Wanren suddenly shouted, and the seal of mountains and rivers soared into the sky.

The nine golden beads of Jinbi Tianjun turned into nine golden dragons, and Yunku Tianjun's golden body with twelve arms appeared at the same time, and the magic gate behind the six demons was completely opened.
Eight auras of destruction collided with each other, causing the entire sky to tremble.

Amid the earth-shaking explosion, eight figures simultaneously broke through the Nine Heavens Strong Wind and went straight to the outer domain for battle.

From the ground, one could only see the sky occasionally lighting up with blinding light, and the horrifying aftermath shook the mountains and rivers.

The ghost tide, no longer suppressed, suddenly surged in like a flood.

"Everyone listen up, defend with all your might, and don't let the ghosts break through the defense line!" Ji Wanren's voice reached everyone's ears.

Zhou Xun clenched the magic weapon in his hand, knowing in his heart that the real fierce battle had just begun.

He looked around and saw that although there was fear in the eyes of many monks, there was more determination and resolve.

"For the sake of humanity, let's fight!" He whispered to himself with a determined look.

Just as the eight great gods rushed into the external battle of the Nine Heavens, the ghost army on the ground finally broke out completely!

"Rumble--"

Thousands of thunders suddenly exploded in the black clouds, and tens of millions of ghosts rushed over, riding on the rolling ghost fog.

These ghosts have hideous appearances, including skeleton warriors with chains wrapped around their bodies, rotting and festering corpse demons, and ghosts that are completely condensed from resentment.

At the foot of the city wall, a group of young Qi-training monks were forming a defensive formation. The young man in yellow robes, who was leading the group, held up the formation flag and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Black Turtle Formation, rise!" More than twenty cultivators made hand gestures at the same time, and a light blue light curtain took shape above their heads.

"Boom!" A bear-like demon over ten feet tall slammed heavily into the light curtain, causing the formation to shake violently.

The girl standing at the front had blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, but she held on tightly and refused to retreat: "Brother, I can still hold on!"

"Junior sister, hold on!" A sturdy man with blood all over his face swung a mountain axe and jumped out of the formation: "Beast, watch out for the axe!" Red real fire burned on the axe blade and chopped it fiercely into the bear demon's abdomen.

The bear demon roared in pain and slapped him hard on the head.
At this critical moment,
"Boom!"

A dazzling flash of lightning flashed, and then tens of thousands of ghosts in front of him were wiped out.

It was Zhou Xun who made the move. He held the Purple Jade Lightning Spear in his hand, and his figure kept flashing around.
Every time he raised his gun, hundreds of lightning bolts shot out, sweeping away all the ghosts within a thousand feet radius.

"Hahaha, what a joy!" Lord Yama descended from the sky with a loud laugh, and the pitch-black magic sword in his hand burst out with monstrous magic flames.

With one strike of the sword, the hundred-foot-long blade light directly cut a fourth-grade upper-grade ghost king in half, and the devilish flames burned the remaining body into ashes.

Suddenly, a blood-red bone spear broke through the air and struck directly at the back of Lord Yama.

Zhou Xun was quick-eyed and quick-handed. The purple jade lightning spear flew out of his hand and turned into a purple thunder dragon that smashed the bone spear into pieces.

"Brother Yan Mo, be careful!"

"Thank you, Brother Zhou!" Lord Yama laughed grimly and suddenly chanted: "Yam Luo's true body, appear!"

Just as the two of them joined forces to fight the enemy, a clear sword sound suddenly came from the sky.

I saw a white sword light pouring down from the sky like an inverted Milky Way. Wherever the sword light passed, thousands of ghosts turned into ashes in an instant.

"It's the Sword Immortal Liu He!" a cultivator shouted excitedly.

I saw an old man in white clothes walking in the air, with seventy-two crystal jade swords floating behind him.

He had a stern face and eyes as bright as lightning. With every step he took, sword energy spontaneously formed stairs. He was the leader of the ten great cultivators of the Dajin Dynasty, the Sword Immortal Liu He.

"How dare a mere ghost invade our human territory?"

Liu He snorted coldly and pointed his sword lightly.

The seventy-two jade swords behind him suddenly turned into streams of light and flew out, and each sword accurately pierced through the brow of a ghost general.

What’s even more terrifying is that these jade swords do not stop after killing the target, but continue to look for the next prey, weaving a sword net of death in the air.

"Sword formation, rise!"

Following Liu He's light shout, seventy-two jade swords suddenly froze in the air, forming a mysterious sword formation.

Within the range of the sword formation, all ghosts' movements suddenly became slow as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

"Good opportunity!" Zhou Xun saw this and immediately activated the Purple Jade Lightning Spear: "Leiyu Jiutian, kill him!"

The lightning and the sword formation echoed each other, forming a death field where lightning and swords intersected.

The ghosts trapped inside let out miserable screams and were turned into ashes under the extremely strong and masculine power of the thunder sword.

Not to be outdone, Lord Yama suddenly opened the third eye between his brows with his six-armed demon god form. The moment that dark golden demon eye opened, the space within a thousand feet in radius was stagnant.

"Yan Luo Eighteen Slashes!"

The six demonic arms swung at the same time, and each arm slashed out three terrifying sword beams.

These eighteen sword beams are of different colors, representing the extreme pain of the eighteen levels of hell.

Wherever the blade passed, fine black cracks appeared in space, as if even the heaven and earth could not withstand this force.

The most terrifying thing is that every time a blade is slashed out, it will automatically lock onto the nearest ghost.

A fourth-rank middle-grade ghost king tried to resist with his own ghost weapon, but the moment he came into contact with the sword light, he and the weapon turned into ashes.

The remaining sword beams continued to exert their force and killed dozens of ghost generals in the rear.

Wherever the sword energy passed, eighteen bottomless gullies were left on the ground. Demonic flames burned in the gullies, and no grass would grow within a hundred years.

With one strike, eighteen fourth-level ghost kings were killed!
"Brother Dao's strength"

Zhou Xun clearly felt that the sword beams no longer contained pure Nascent Soul power, but a hint of the aura of Divine Transformation.

"Could it be that Brother Dao has already reached that level of power?"

(End of this chapter)