Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 837: Can you recognize Lord Wangchuan?

Sensing this, Zhou Xun's heart was slightly moved.
He remembered that the Blood Demon Ancestor had told him that this Tianyuan Order, in addition to being able to command the Tianyuan Spirit Armor,

He can also sense the spiritual armor that appears within tens of millions of miles of him.

"Could it be that one of them is in this Xiyuan cultivation world?"

"If that's the case, then this is the right trip!"

A complete set of seven Tianyuan spiritual armors. Zhou Xun and Tianci Zhenjun already have three sets in total. If they can get this set,

There are four sets.
You know, once these Tianyuan spiritual armors are gathered together, they can be comparable to the Divine Transformation cultivators.

However, at this time, they were still rushing to Echo Valley for support, so it was not suitable for them to leave the team.

"Once I have dealt with the ghost fog, I will set off to bring back the spiritual armor!"

The crowd continued to move forward.
Soon, more than 20 days passed, and everyone had arrived near Echo Valley.

"Ten thousand miles ahead from here is the gate of Echo Valley!" said the old demon Black Wind.

"According to the news from Fairy Shangyin, their Huiying Valley has been surrounded by ghosts, and there is even a top-grade ghost king among them."

"Should we camp here first and find out the news before making any plans?"

Zhou Xun immediately shook his head and refused.

"It's just a high-grade ghost king. I can deal with it myself!" Zhou Xun glanced around.
There were nearly twenty people in total, all of them were Yuanying stage cultivators.

"The rest is up to you. Today is a good opportunity to capture the main force of the ghost tribe!"

"But..." A middle-aged man was about to speak when he was stopped by the Black Wind Demon, who then explained to everyone:

"Lord Wangchuan is famous all over the world, and the number of high-grade ghost kings who have died at his hands is close to double digits!"

Everyone was amazed when they heard this. They knew the strength of the top-grade ghost king. Even the three great cultivators of Xiyuan were no match for him in the ghost fog.

Zhou Xun could actually kill so many of them.
This shows that Zhou Xun's strength is definitely far ahead of the upper-grade ghost king.

"Master Zhou has such a record. I am really shortsighted. Please forgive me!" The man bowed and apologized.
"It's okay!" Zhou Xun naturally wouldn't vent his anger on others for this.

So, under the leadership of Zhou Xun, everyone continued to fly forward, and their expressions became more relaxed.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Xun's flight suddenly stopped.
"Zhou Zhenjun, what's wrong?" The Black Wind Demon flew forward and asked.
"There is a group of ghosts lying in ambush in the valley ahead, about a hundred in number, including five fourth-level ghost kings, and the rest are third-level ghost kings!" Zhou Xun said lightly.

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked. The Black Wind Demon frowned, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes:
"I didn't expect the ghosts to set up an ambush here. It seems they have been prepared for this. Master Zhou, how do you think we should deal with this?"

Zhou Xun looked at the valley ahead with a sharp gaze and smiled faintly:
"Since they have come to our door, we will not be polite. This group of ghosts is just right for us to sacrifice and destroy the ghosts' prestige."

"Brother Qianchuan, you lead five people to encircle from the left. Brother Zhu, you and the rest of the people will split into two teams and attack from the left and right sides. I will attack head-on and make sure to capture this group of ghosts in one fell swoop."

Zhou Xun arranged the tactics in an orderly manner. Master Qianchuan and the Black Wind Demon looked at each other, nodded, and left.

Looking at the backs of the people going away, Zhou Xun calculated the time.

"it's time!"

With a thought, the Thunder Wings behind him spread out instantly with a "whoosh" sound.

Shining with blue-purple lightning, he rushed towards the ambush circle of the ghosts in the valley like a purple meteor.

The ghosts in the valley sensed that someone had broken in, and their ghost energy suddenly became boiling. Five fourth-level ghost kings were the first to rush out from their hiding places, with ghost weapons in their hands flashing with dim light, and attacked Zhou Xun.

Zhou Xun snorted coldly, and thrust out the purple jade lightning spear in his hand fiercely. Lightning flashed everywhere, and wherever the tip of the spear pointed, ripples appeared in the space.

A fourth-rank ghost king waved the ghost sword in his hand and tried to resist, but the powerful thunder force contained in the purple jade lightning spear made his arm numb and the ghost sword almost slipped out of his hand.

Zhou Xun took advantage of the situation and his lightning spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly piercing through the ghost king's chest and crushing his ghost body into pieces.

At the same time, Master Qianchuan led everyone to make a detour from the left. He threw the water cup in his hand, and two ice dragons condensed in the air and attacked these ghosts.

Wherever it passed, the ghosts turned into ice sculptures one after another, and were finally smashed into pieces by the ice spikes shot by the ice dragon, and then scattered in the wind.
The old demon Black Wind led another team to attack from the right side. He waved his hands, and the black demonic flames surged towards the ghost clan like a surging tide.

Wherever the demonic flames went, the bodies of the ghosts were quickly corroded and turned into black smoke.

The valley was filled with shouts of killing. Although the ghosts fought hard, they were quickly defeated by the attacks from Zhou Xun and others.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining four fourth-level ghost kings tried to escape, but were seen by Zhou Xun.

A cold light flashed in his eyes and he muttered something. Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds. Thick bolts of lightning fell from the sky and enveloped the ghost kings who were trying to escape. The thunder roared and the ghost kings screamed miserably under the attack of the thunder and eventually turned to ashes.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, this group of ghosts was completely wiped out.

Zhou Xun folded up his Thunder Wings, landed on the ground, looked at the battlefield in front of him, and nodded slightly: "After dealing with this ambush, we will continue to move forward."

Everyone gathered around and looked at Zhou Xun with awe in their eyes.

Just now, Zhou Xun suppressed five fourth-level ghost kings by himself and killed three of them with his own hands. The powerful strength he displayed impressed everyone.

The middle-aged man who had raised the objection before stepped forward again and said with a face full of shame:
"Zhou Zhenjun, your strength really opened my eyes. I apologize for offending you before. I hope you will be magnanimous and not blame me."

Zhou Xun smiled slightly and waved his hand:

"It doesn't matter. We are all here for this mission. We are not far from the gate of Echo Valley now. Everyone, cheer up and prepare for a more intense battle."

Everyone responded in unison, morale high. Under the leadership of Zhou Xun, everyone continued to fly towards the gate of Echo Valley.

Huiyin Valley has been one of the three major sects in the Xiyuan cultivation world since Fairy Baiyin was promoted to a great cultivator more than 600 years ago.

Four hundred years later, before Fairy Baiyin passed away, she accepted Fairy Huiyin, a genius with a spiritual root sensitivity of over ninety points, and the second great cultivator appeared.

Two generations of Yuanying late-stage monks appeared in succession.
This gave Huiying Valley a reputation as the number one sect in the righteous world.
But now, Echo Valley is in danger of destruction.

A month ago, ghost fog passages suddenly appeared in various places in Xiyuan. The inky black ghost fog dissipated from here and spread to the surrounding areas.

In just over ten days, it had spread to a range of thousands of miles. What they didn't expect was that ghosts began to appear in the dark fog.
Of course, at the beginning, they were all second-tier imps.

Then there are the third-level ghost kings, and even the fourth-level ghost kings who are comparable to Yuanying cultivators.

Then, under the organization of these ghost kings, they began to attack cities and territories, and the Xiyuan cultivation world also organized cultivators to resist.
However, in the area covered by the ghost fog, the mana and consciousness of the human cultivators were suppressed.

The Qigong cultivators couldn't even get close.

Although a foundation-building cultivator could get close, he could only exert 20% of his strength, and a Jindan cultivator could only exert 70%.
Although the influence of Yuanying cultivators is not that great, they are no match for ghost kings of the same level.

Fairy Shangyin, the great monk, was also at a disadvantage when dealing with the high-grade ghost king. As a result, everyone had no choice but to retreat layer by layer.

In just half a month, they had retreated into the Echo Valley.

"Fairy, what should we do now? The ghost fog driven by the ghosts has surrounded our Echo Valley!"

"Even if we have a fourth-grade, top-grade mountain protection formation, the consumption is huge and I'm afraid it won't last long!"

In the meeting hall of Echo Valley, Fairy Shang Yin sat at the top, her brows furrowed, her delicate hands tapping lightly on the armrest of the chair, lost in thought.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn. The elders looked anxious and turned their eyes to her, hoping to get a solution.

"Don't worry, elders. Although we are trapped now, we are not without a chance of winning." Fairy Shangyin spoke in a clear but steady voice.

"Although the ghost tribe is powerful, it is not easy for them to break through the mountain protection formation of our Echo Valley in a short period of time. We need to stabilize our position and wait for a turning point."

A white-haired elder said worriedly, "Fairy, where is the turning point? Now most of the Xiyuan cultivation world has fallen, and other sects are busy with their own affairs. I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to lend a helping hand."

Fairy Shang Yin's eyes were firm, with a hint of determination in them: "I have sent someone to convey the message to True Lord Black Wind. You all know that True Lord Black Wind is now fighting against the ghosts on the front line of the Western Desert!"

"There are so many experts there, even the God of Transformation has appeared. We can be relieved of our hardship by sending some reinforcements!"

"What we have to do is to defend the magic circle and wait for reinforcements!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple rushed into the hall and knelt on one knee:

"Report! Fairy, there are unusual movements at the mountain gate. It seems that a large number of ghosts are gathering and are about to launch a new round of attack!"

Fairy Shang Yin stood up suddenly and said, "Let's go to the mountain gate and take a look!" A group of elders followed closely behind her and hurried towards the mountain gate.

Arriving at the mountain gate, through the mountain protection formation, I saw the ghost fog outside, and countless ghost figures were moving among the shadows.

Leading the group was a gigantic fourth-rank upper-grade ghost king, with ghost energy surrounding him as dense as substance. In his hand he held a gigantic ghost axe, with the axe blade flashing with a cold light.

“Chu Shangyin, today is the day when your Huiying Valley will be destroyed! If you are smart, open the mountain gate early and kneel down to surrender. I may be able to spare your life!”

The high-grade ghost king let out an ear-piercing laugh, the sound echoed through the valley, making everyone's ears buzz.

Fairy Shangyin snorted coldly: "Don't be so arrogant! My Huiyin Valley has been passed down for hundreds of years, how could I be afraid of you foreign races!"

"Even if we have to fight to the death today, I will definitely drive you ghosts out of my Xiyuan cultivation world!"

Upon hearing this, the High-Rank Ghost King laughed out of anger:

"Well, you are such an ignorant fairy! Then don't blame me for being rude! Attack now, and make sure to break this formation today!"

Following the Ghost King's order, the ghosts rushed towards the mountain protection formation like a tide.

Countless black lights hit the formation, making a dull sound and splashing energy ripples. The mountain protection formation flickered and trembled slightly under the attack of the ghost clan.

"Fairy, this won't work. The formation won't last long at this rate!" an elder said worriedly.

Fairy Shangyin glanced at the monks outside and frowned slightly.
"We can't go on like this. All cultivators, follow me and attack together. Use the magic circle to stop these ghost kings!"

"As long as they don't attack the magic circle itself, it will hold up!"

When Fairy Yin said this, all the elders in the hall were startled, and then fighting spirit ignited in their eyes.

A burly elder stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Fairy, you are wise! Instead of staying here and waiting for the magic circle to be broken, why not take the initiative to attack and kill the ghost tribe's spirit!"

The other elders nodded in agreement.

Fairy Shang Yin glanced at everyone and shouted loudly:
"Disciples of Echo Valley, today is the day for us to protect our homeland! Although the ghost tribe is fierce, we will never retreat! Follow me and fight our way out!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The disciples roared in unison, shaking the valley.

Fairy Shangyin took the lead, leading all the monks out in a line. Seeing this, the ghosts became agitated. The leading ghost king laughed strangely: "The human race who overestimates their own capabilities dares to take the initiative to attack. It's just right, so that I don't have to work hard to break through the formation!"

Fairy Shang Yin flashed and instantly appeared in front of the ghost formation. She quickly formed seals with her hands and muttered something. The space in front of her twisted, and countless sound wave-like spiritual powers swept towards the ghosts.

Wherever the sound waves reached, the ghosts screamed in pain and their bodies swayed. Some of the weaker ghosts were instantly frightened out of their wits by the sound waves.

The elders also displayed their magical powers.
A grey-robed elder waved his hand, and several raging water dragons appeared out of thin air, sucking all the ghosts into the water and strangling them into pieces.
Another elder holding a long sword swung his sword finger, and countless sword energies crisscrossed and cut the ghost tribe's team into pieces.

The disciples of Echo Valley followed closely behind. They cooperated with each other, cast various spells, and fought fiercely with the ghosts.

But everyone always faced the enemy with their backs to the magic circle. Once faced with a critical situation, they would immediately retreat into the formation to rest and recover their spiritual power before fighting again.

By attracting a large number of ghosts in this way, the pressure on the mountain protection formation was suddenly reduced, and it actually held up.

However, the number of ghosts far exceeds that of human cultivators. As time goes by, fewer and fewer disciples are able to go out to fight the enemy.
Fairy Shang Yin had sweat on her forehead. Although the sound waves from the jade flute in her hand were still sharp, they were no longer as unstoppable as at the beginning.

She glanced at the battlefield from the corner of her eye and found that several elders had been injured and retreated back to the formation, and her heart sank.

At this moment, a dazzling flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the distant sky. The lightning was like a sharp sword tearing through the night sky, approaching the battlefield at an alarming speed.

"That is." Fairy Shang Yin opened her beautiful eyes slightly.

The high-grade ghost king seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up in the direction of the lightning. For the first time, his ferocious face showed a look of shock: "Oh no! It's the human reinforcements!"

Before he finished speaking, lightning was approaching.
I saw a young monk in a green robe standing in the air, with a pair of lightning wings slowly flapping behind him, looking at him calmly.
"Do you know Master Wangchuan?"

(End of this chapter)