Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 833 Encountering a powerful enemy, the son of the Ghost Emperor!

Zhou Xun's eyes glowed with a faint blue light, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
Within his field of vision, three ghost kings were rushing towards him. The one in the middle looked almost identical to a human.
The only difference is that he has two black curved horns on his head.

If it weren't for the ghostly aura around him, Zhou Xun would have thought it was a demon king.

This boy is none other than the son of the Ghost Emperor.

On his left was a figure about ten feet tall, with a wide mouth and sharp teeth, and a pair of bat-like wings on its back. It was green in color and extremely terrifying.

Judging from its aura, it is actually a top-grade ghost king.
The ghost king on the far right has a human body and a bull's head, with a long scorpion tail trailing behind him, which is about three feet tall.
He is also a top-grade ghost king.

"Your Highness, King Jiuyou, I didn't expect that prey would be delivered to your doorstep so soon!"

The green-winged ghost king on the left grinned and licked his lips. His long and slender tongue was like a snake's tongue, revealing a bloodthirsty light.

"The human race's Nascent Soul is delicious!"

"Yes, judging from their aura, they should be in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. But this time it's my turn, King Qingyi, you can't snatch it from me!"

The tall Bull-Headed Ghost King on the right said in a muffled voice.

"Silly Cow, don't worry, I am a trustworthy man. It's just the middle stage of Nascent Soul, I will give it to you!" The Green-Winged Ghost King said generously.

"Don't be careless. I think the person in the middle is the human race's Lord Wangchuan!"

The young ghost king in the middle spoke. His tone was calm, but it made the Green-Winged Ghost King and the Ox-Headed Ghost King instantly nervous.

But he soon realized that he was wrong and tried to make amends:
"What about Wangchuan Zhenjun? No matter how capable he is, he is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. We three high-grade ghost kings are here, and we will make sure he never returns."

"Besides, His Majesty is here, and we must make achievements today!" said the Green-Winged Ghost King with a wry smile.

"Don't be careless," the young man warned, and then smiled slightly:

"But since I'm here, I won't let him leave. This will also boost the morale of my ghost clan!"

On the other side, Master Qianchuan saw that Zhou Xun looked strange and felt something was not right, so he asked:
"Brother, what happened?"

After all, if it was a top-grade ghost king, Zhou Xun would not be so afraid. You know, there were as many as five or six top-grade ghost kings who died in his hands.

"There are three ghost kings coming from the opposite side, all of them are top-grade!" Zhou Xun said slowly.

"What, three heads!" Upon hearing this, Master Qianchuan's face turned pale instantly, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Three top-grade ghost kings, this lineup is too powerful. Even a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage would be in danger of falling when facing such a powerful enemy.

He swallowed his saliva and said calmly:

"Brother, this...what should we do? How about we temporarily avoid the limelight and leave now?"

If there were only one or two, True Lord Qianchuan would still be willing to continue.
But Santou, he really didn't have confidence.

Moreover, if we cannot win quickly, given the location of this area, it won't be long before other ghost kings come to help.
If it drags on until later, even if Zhou Xun is very powerful, the two of them will probably end up dying.

Zhou Xun stared at the three ghost kings, his expression solemn but resolute, and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Dao, don't panic. We are not without a chance of winning."

Although these three ghost kings are strong, we also have our own advantages. I have fought against the top-grade ghost kings many times and know some of their weaknesses. "

"With our magic weapons and spells, we can definitely fight them as long as we formulate a good strategy."

"Among the three ghost kings, the bull-headed ghost king on the right is the weakest one judging by its size and aura,"

"Leave this ghost to me, brother. Just hold it back and don't let it interfere with my fight!"

"As for the one in the middle, he has an extraordinary aura and looks like us humans. Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary. I decided to deal with it myself!"

"What about the other one?" asked Master Qianchuan. There were only two of them.

"I have seven blood demons under my command. When they join forces, ordinary high-grade ghost kings are definitely no match for me."

"As long as I take down one of them, I can then use more of them to defeat the smaller ones and kill them one by one."

"By then, Brother Dao will also be able to share more than 200 military merits!"

According to the rules of the Western Desert, they will work together to kill and distribute the military merits according to their contributions. If Master Qianchuan can hold back a ghost king,
It would not be a bad idea to split the military exploits of one of the ghost kings 50-50.

"Thank you very much, brother!" Zhenjun Qianchuan did not refuse.

Soon, the three-headed ghost king also came closer.

"So you are the human race's Lord Wangchuan. I have long heard of your great name. I am the King of Nine Netherworlds!" The young man in the middle came to the person floating opposite Zhou Xun.
He imitated the human cultivators and bowed, looking like a scholar.

When Master Qianchuan heard Zhou Xun's arrangement, he felt a little relieved, but he was still nervous facing the three top-grade ghost kings.

He took a deep breath, secretly put a golden talisman in his sleeve, and was ready to take action at any time.

Zhou Xun looked calm, his eyes as sharp as lightning, staring directly at the young ghost king who called himself "Nine Nether King".

Although the other party acted elegant, he was surrounded by a spooky ghost, and the black horns on his head were faintly glowing, which clearly showed that he was not an ordinary ghost.

"King Jiuyou?" Zhou Xun whispered softly.
"This is the first time I've heard of this. It seems like there are some new faces in the ghost tribe recently."

King Jiuyou smiled slightly, but a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes:
"Lord Wangchuan is famous and mighty. This king has admired him for a long time. Now that I have seen him, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved."

"I've heard that you have great powers in thunder and lightning, and are unrivaled in the Western Desert. I want to ask you a few questions today!"

"Since King Jiuyou is in such a good mood, I, Zhou, will accompany him!" At this time, Zhou Xun would naturally not be at a disadvantage.

"Okay, okay, that's just what I want. Fellow Daoist Zhou, please come in!" King Jiuyou said, and set his eyes on the Ghost King beside him, and ordered:

"Today is my first fight with Brother Daoist Zhou, you two are not allowed to interfere!"

The Green Winged King and the Bull-Headed Ghost King looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Since King Jiuyou has such a refined taste, they, as subordinates, naturally cannot disturb him, but they cannot really not take action.
If King Jiuyou is defeated, they will take over immediately and work together to kill Zhou Xun.

Seeing this, Zhou Xun also turned his gaze to Master Qianchuan:

"Brother Dao, since this ghost wants to fight me alone, let him have the chance. But if the two ghost kings are willing to make a move, I'll have to rely on you, Brother Dao!"

"Don't worry, my dear brother. I will definitely stop him!" Qianchuan Zhenjun vowed.

Then the two ghosts dispersed, leaving the space in the middle to Zhou Xun and King Jiuyou.

King Jiuyou stood with his hands behind his back, his robes moving without wind, and ghost energy surged around him, faintly transforming into black chains that wandered in the void.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, please." He had a smile on his face and spoke politely, but his eyes revealed sarcasm, and it was obvious that he did not take Zhou Xun seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, formed his five fingers into claws, and clenched them fiercely!
"boom--!"

The ground beneath Zhou Xun's feet suddenly collapsed, and countless black thorns condensed from ghost energy broke out of the ground and coiled around him like poisonous snakes!

"Little tricks!"

Zhou Xun snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and lightning flashed in his palm. Bright arcs of lightning swept out, instantly splitting the thorns into powder! However, the figure of King Jiuyou had disappeared on the spot. The next moment, he appeared behind Zhou Xun out of thin air, and a wisp of dark green ghost fire condensed on his fingertips, piercing his back!

"laugh--!"

The ghost fire touched Zhou Xun's protective aura, and it corroded him like a cancer, burning through his defense in the blink of an eye!
Zhou Xun frowned, and his figure suddenly became ethereal, transforming into a lightning shadow that flashed ten feet away. At the same time, he made hand gestures with one hand and whispered:
"God's Prison Lightning, suppress!"

"Boom——!"

Above the nine heavens, thunderclouds rolled, and a purple bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket came crashing down, hitting King Jiuyou directly on the head!

King Jiuyou did not dodge or evade. The two horns on his head shone with black light and he actually caught the thunder. Then he shook his arms and the thunder was torn apart!

Seeing this, Zhou Xun was slightly surprised.
This young man is indeed not an ordinary high-grade ghost king. He can take his attack so easily, which shows his extraordinary strength.

You know, Zhou Xun is now only one step away from the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage, which is at least twice as good as when he first entered the ghost fog land.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou is indeed worthy of his reputation. He was able to dodge my attack so easily!" The Nine Nether King on the opposite side also put away his contempt for him.
“You should know that the number of human True Lords who died from this move of mine is no less than ten, and among them there is even a peak cultivator at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!”

"Stop talking nonsense and take the move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xun opened his mouth and seventy-two thunder seeds flew out instantly.

Then, with lightning speed, it occupied a space of a thousand feet in an instant and wrapped up King Jiuyou!

"What is this?" King Jiuyou frowned slightly, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Please accept the challenge, King Jiuyou!" Zhou Xun said calmly.
Then he quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. The seventy-two lightning seeds instantly shone brightly, forming a strange formation and striking towards the sky.

The extremely thick ghost fog above suddenly dissipated, and beams of light came down from the sky, illuminating the entire area!
Looking up, I saw an extremely complex array pattern covering an area of ​​several thousand feet, slowly rotating.

"What kind of magical power is this!"

King Jiuyou's expression also became solemn.

You know, the ghost fog here is extremely thick, reaching up to the sky. Not to mention the sunlight, even the usual light is nowhere to be seen.

Zhou Xun clasped his hands together and pointed at King Jiuyou:

"Jiu Tian Lei, please teach me, King Jiuyou!"

I saw the sky covered with dark clouds and flashes of lightning. A mighty power from heaven came over and locked onto King Jiuyou below!
It was his magical power of simulating the transformation of thunder tribulation.
Seventy-two thunder seeds instantly burst out with strong light, and at the same time, thick lightning bolts appeared out of thin air above.

Sensing the powerful force contained in the lightning in the void, King Jiuyou showed a trace of uneasiness.
"This seems to be heavenly thunder. Fellow Daoist Zhou is indeed a genius. He can actually control the mighty yang power between heaven and earth!"

at the same time,

There were rumbling thunders in the sky, as if the might of heaven had descended to sweep away all the evil in the world.

The flashes of lightning flashed with dazzling light, illuminating the entire battlefield.
"Okay, okay, I've heard about the power of the Heavenly Thunder a long time ago. Today is a good opportunity for me to give it a try!"

Before King Jiuyou finished speaking, the lightning in the sky had already condensed to the extreme. In an instant, a purple-gold lightning as thick as a mountain struck down!

"boom--!"

Wherever the lightning passed, space was distorted, ghostly fog rose, and even the earth was torn into a bottomless ravine!

King Jiuyou had a solemn expression on his face, and he suddenly raised his hands upwards. The two horns on his head suddenly burst out with a dark light, transforming into a huge ghost energy barrier, and faced the thunder head-on!

"Zizzi——!"

The thunder and ghost energy collided, causing a sharp corrosion sound. The ground under King Jiuyou's feet cracked inch by inch, and the rocks within a thousand feet radius were instantly turned into powder!
"What a powerful thunder!" King Jiuyou's arms trembled slightly, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and he almost couldn't catch it!
"It's just the first one." Zhou Xun stood with his hands behind his back, a green light flashing in his eyes, "King Jiuyou, please don't let me down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the second and third thunderbolts struck one after another, each one more ferocious than the last!
"Boom! Boom!"

After taking five bolts of heavenly thunder head-on, King Jiuyou could no longer deal with it calmly. His body was struck back repeatedly by the lightning, and the ghost energy around him continued to dissipate.

His elegant appearance began to crack, revealing a dark ghost body under his skin, and the double horns on his head were burned red by lightning!

"Zhou Xun!" King Jiuyou roared, finally no longer holding back, biting his tongue hard and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"The Nine Nether Ghost King's body appears!"

"Click——"

Along with the sound of bones bursting, King Jiuyou's body suddenly swelled up and in an instant turned into a ferocious ghost creature hundreds of feet tall!

His entire body was covered in pitch-black scales, with six bone spurs sprouting from his back. The two horns on his head were curved like knives, his eyes were red as blood, and his entire body was surrounded by the howling of materialized resentful spirits!

This is the true form of King Jiuyou - said to possess a hint of divine charm.

"You have enough to be proud of yourself for forcing me to reveal my true identity, Zhou Xun!"

King Jiuyou's voice became hoarse and ferocious. He raised his hand and waved it. Countless resentful souls turned into chains and entangled Zhou Xun!

Seeing this, Zhou Xun made hand gestures and connected with the thunder pool in his body.
Pointing forward, he saw dozens of white lightning bolts shooting out and sweeping towards the chains.

It was Zhou Xun's Yin Lei.
This thunder is the nemesis of the soul.

“Sizzle, sizzle—”

The white thunder collided with the chains of the resentful souls, and a sharp corrosion sound instantly erupted. Those chains formed by countless resentful souls, under the erosion of the thunder, were like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, and quickly melted and disintegrated!
“What?!” King Jiuyou’s pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, “Is this the Yin Thunder that specifically attacks the soul?!”

"Yes." Zhou Xun's eyes were cold, and the gestures of his hands changed. "It's specially prepared for you."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clapped his hands together, and seventy-two thunder seeds vibrated at the same time, and the calamity clouds in the sky that had not yet dispersed surged again!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three purple-gold thunders, thicker than the previous ones, struck down one after another, each containing destructive divine power!

King Jiuyou roared, and the six bone spikes on his back suddenly extended, turning into six giant black swords, slashing towards the thunder!

“Ding! Ding! Ding!”

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout heaven and earth. King Jiuyou was struck by lightning and retreated repeatedly. Every step he took left a footprint several feet deep on the ground!

"Zhou Xun!" The eyes of the Nine Nether King turned red, and he suddenly opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a jet of dark ghost fire, "Nine Nether Fire, burn the sky and destroy the earth!"

As soon as the flame appeared, the surrounding space began to distort, and even the light was swallowed up, as if it was going to drag the entire world into the Nine Nether Hell!

Zhou Xun did not dare to delay. He drew a circle with his right hand in front of his chest, and a light shield condensed by pure yang thunder power took shape instantly.

"laugh--"

The will-o'-the-wisp hit the lightning shield, making a tooth-grinding corrosion sound. The lightning shield was corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Zhou Xun's forehead, and the spiritual power in his body surged out crazily, maintaining the lightning shield from breaking.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, Qianchuan Zhenjun suddenly shouted from a distance: "My dear brother, be careful!"

The Green Winged King and the Bull-Headed Ghost King, who were originally watching the battle on the side, took advantage of the time when Zhou Xun was fully focused on dealing with the Nine Netherworld Fire and suddenly launched an attack!

(End of this chapter)