Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 883 We have met Lord Wangchuan!
However, when they sensed the aura of the Blood Demon Ancestor,

When he didn't reach the Spirit Transformation Stage, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How dare a mere Nascent Soul to stop a chariot!"

"Don't worry, just charge forward!" The Red Flower Ghost Mother sneered.
For them, as long as they do not reach their level, even if they have only one foot in the God Transformation realm,
It's just a slightly larger bug, no need to pay any attention to it!

The Blood Demon Patriarch waved his hand, and seven blood-colored streams of light flew out and hovered in front of him.

They were the seven blood demons that Zhou Xun had previously given him to control!

Then, the Blood Demon Patriarch made hand gestures, and a stream of blood essence was guided out by him, slowly merging into the seven figures.

The Blood Demon Ancestor looked at the ten ghost gods rushing towards him and a sneer appeared on his face.

"I have integrated the true essence of the Refining Void Realm that I have condensed for several years. How can you guys measure it!"

The speed at which he made hand gestures suddenly increased, and seven blood-red streams of light drew strange arcs in the air, forming the shape of the Big Dipper in the void.

"burst!"

With a roar, the seven blood demons exploded at the same time! The blood mist filled the sky like an upside-down river in the sky, instantly covering an area of ​​100 miles.

This blood mist was not ordinary. Every drop of it was dark golden in color, and faint Buddhist chanting could be heard coming from the mist.

"Little tricks!"

The White Bone Ghost King waved his bone claws, and the ghost fire turned into a hurricane and rolled towards the blood mist. However, after the blood mist was blown away, it quickly condensed again and followed the ghost fire to wrap around his bone claws.

"Something's wrong!"

The Red Flower Ghost Mother suddenly screamed fiercely. She found that her ghost body was stuck in the blood mist as if it was quagmire, and her speed was slowed down by more than 30%!
The speed of escape that originally covered a thousand miles in an instant now seemed as fast as an ordinary person's pace.

The Yaksha Ghost King tried to tear the space apart, but the cracks in the space created by his claws were filled with blood mist as soon as they appeared. Those dark golden blood drops attached to the ghost body and began to corrode the original ghost energy!

In this critical moment of escaping, if the speed is slowed down by 30%, it will be fatal.

"What kind of Kung Fu is this!" Yun Ku Tianjun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he could not help but be overjoyed. He gathered the last bit of his magic power and pulled it towards the White Bone Ghost King in front of him.

They must be kept!

"Hahaha!"

The thousand-foot violent bear transformed by the Bear King took the opportunity to pounce, and slapped the Yaksha Ghost King with its giant palm with the force of collapsing mountains, "You little ghost, try to run away again!"

The Yaksha Demon King hastily raised his fork to meet the attack, but his movements were slowed down by the blood mist.

With a "crunch" sound, the steel fork that had been refined for thousands of years was bent by the bear's paw! The remaining force of the palm wind crushed half of the Yaksha Ghost King's body.
"No!" The Yaksha Ghost King screamed miserably, half of his body was broken into pieces.
Then he activated his innate ghost energy and struggled hard to be reborn.

But suddenly twelve golden Buddha's hands emerged from the blood mist, which were Yun Ku Tianjun's "Dragon Catching Hands"!
The Buddha's hands clasped the Yaksha Demon King's limbs like chains, and the scorching Buddha's light made the ghost's body crackle.

On the other side, Ji Wanren's dragon seal turned into a hundred-foot-long golden dragon and bit the Green Corpse Ghost King's neck.

The dragon transformed by Jinbi Tianjun spewed out golden flames that burned the sky, forcing back Baigu Guijun who was trying to rescue him.

"My dear Zhou!" Lord Yama pointed his blood knife at the Red Flower Ghost Mother who was trapped in the blood mist.
"Behead this vicious woman first!"

The lightning in Zhou Xun's eyes surged, and seventy-two lightning seeds appeared again. Purple-gold lightning threads extended out, weaving a large lightning net in the air.

"Thunder net, trapped!"

With the lightning net covering her head, the Red Flower Ghost Mother screamed and sacrificed the ancient bronze coffin to resist.

But as soon as the coffin touched the lightning net, it exploded with a "crackling" sound, and the ghost patterns on the surface broke apart inch by inch. She frantically tried to escape by making hand gestures, but was held back by the blood mist.

“How could it be otherwise?” The Red Flower Ghost Mother’s gorgeous ghost face twisted and deformed. She suddenly tore open the flesh on her chest and grabbed out three beating hearts - these were her “Three Yin Ghost Hearts”!
"burst!"

The blood wave caused by the explosion of the ghost heart temporarily broke free from the restraints of the lightning net. The Red Flower Ghost Mother took the opportunity to transform into a blood rainbow and tried to escape, but saw a seven-colored figure blocking her way.

"It's your turn, second one!" Zhou Xun's voice was as cold as the Netherworld's cold spring.

He grasped the purple jade lightning spear in his right hand, and with a flicker of his wrist, the spear suddenly burst into brilliant lightning. Runes flowed on the spear body, as if it were a living thing, resonating with the magic power in his body.

At the same time, the purple magic power of the Spiritualization Stage poured in, instantly activating it.
Compared to the past when it was barely controlled by the power of the thunder element in the thunder pool, the power has been greatly improved.

"Thunder Dragon, appear!"

With a low shout, purple lightning suddenly condensed at the tip of the spear, transforming into a thousand-foot-long thunder dragon, baring its fangs and claws, roaring out!

Wherever the Thunder Dragon passed, the space trembled, the ghost energy dissipated, and it attacked the Red Flower Ghost Mother fiercely!

"What?!" The Red Flower Ghost Mother's pupils suddenly shrank and she was shocked.

Where on earth did this evil star come from? Why has there never been any mention in the intelligence that there is such a cultivator in the human race?

He hastily summoned a ghost coffin phantom and placed it in front of him.
"boom--!"

The thunder dragon hit the ghost coffin, causing a deafening roar, and a huge force acted on the Red Flower Ghost Mother.

He groaned, and flew backwards with a trace of black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"How can it be!"

Zhou Xun sneered, and made hand gestures with one hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Thunder Domain, open!"

In an instant, with him as the center, the area within a radius of dozens of miles was covered with thunderclouds and lightning like a sea, and the entire world seemed to have turned into a world of thunder!
Just at this time,

Suddenly, a ghost fog as thick as ink appeared over the entire battlefield, covering the sky and the sun.

Countless distorted human faces emerged from the ghostly fog, each of which was wailing miserably. What was even more terrifying was that these cries had a strange rhythm, which made the cultivators' blood surge and even their magic power stagnate.

"This is the World of Ten Thousand Ghosts Crying!"

The golden body of Yunku Tianjun suddenly trembled violently, and his twelve Buddha hands simultaneously formed the "Acalanatha Seal" to protect his mind.

The space at the edge of the battlefield shattered like a mirror, and a figure walked slowly out on a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The man was wearing a black imperial robe and a crown with twelve tassels on his head. His face was shrouded in ghostly fire and could not be seen clearly.

But with every step he took, thousands of ghosts crawled out from the void and bowed down to him.

"Welcome to Emperor Ti Yu!"

All the ghost gods knelt at the same time. Even the fleeing White Bone Ghost King stopped abruptly and crawled on the ground trembling.

"waste."

The Ti Yu Emperor's voice contained strange overlapping tones, as if millions of people were speaking at the same time.

"My dear Zhou, be careful!" The dragon transformed by Jinbi Tianjun suddenly blocked the way.
"This guy was the leader of the three ghost emperors six thousand years ago. Now I'm afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, an ancient bronze lamp suddenly flew out from the sleeve of the Ti Yu Emperor. The flame of the lamp was a pale green, illuminating the area thousands of miles away into a netherworld of ghosts. What was even more terrifying was that wherever the light reached, all the cultivators felt a tearing pain in their souls!
"Soul-catching lamp?!"

Ji Wanren's dragon seal fell to the ground with a clang, and the emperor actually showed a look of pain.

"Wasn't this thing destroyed by Daoist Fellow Ziyu?"

Emperor Ti Yu chuckled, and the flame of the lamp suddenly exploded.

Countless memory fragments emerged in the pale green flames, which were the most painful memories of the cultivators present!
"Illusion?" Zhou Xun endured the severe pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the lightning patterns on the Tianyuan Lingjia automatically lit up to block it!
"It's useless," Ti Yudi's voice was like a poisonous snake drilling into the eardrum, "This lamp is burning with the 'Seven Emotions Ghost Fire'. No matter how powerful your thunder magic is, it can't prevent the flaws in the depths of the soul."

He suddenly looked at Zhou Xun, and a scene emerged in the flames of the lamp - it was the scene when Zhou Xun was at the bottom of Wangchuan Lake, watching Lin Xueying's soul fly away to save him! At this moment, the lightning pool in Zhou Xun's body glowed slightly, and then white lightning arcs escaped.

Drive away the illusion forcefully!

It was Zhou Xun's Yin Lei, with the help of the magic power of the Spirit Transformation Stage, that actually shattered all the illusions!
The Ti Yu Emperor was surprised.
"As expected of you, the descendant of Zi Yu. Interesting. If you can take the next attack, what does it matter if my ghost clan retreats?"

The voice just fell
Emperor Ti Yu slowly raised his right hand, with his five fingers spread out and his palm facing downwards.

In an instant, the entire sky suddenly darkened, as if all the light was swallowed up by some terrifying force.

"Rumble--"

The void trembled, and endless ghost energy gathered from all directions, condensing into a giant black palm that covered the sky and the sun in the palm of Emperor Ti Yu!

The giant palm was completely black, and the lines on the palm were like deep gullies. Sticky ghost fluid flowed in each line, emitting a suffocating feeling of oppression.

"The Netherworld... Ghost Hand!"

Yun Ku Tianjun's expression suddenly changed and his voice almost trembled.

"Six thousand years ago, Emperor Ti Yu used this technique to smash Zi Yu Tian Jun's 'Nine Heavens Thunder City' with one palm!"

"Friend Zhou, retreat quickly!"

However, Zhou Xun stood still, his eyes sharp, and instead of retreating, he took a step forward, and lightning suddenly surged around him!

"retreat?"

"Today, I will try the Ghost Emperor's methods!"

He suddenly clasped his hands together, and the seventy-two thunder seeds in his body exploded instantly, transforming into seventy-two lightning pillars that shot up into the sky!

"boom--!"

The lightning pillars intertwined and condensed into a thousand-foot-long lightning sword above Zhou Xun's head. The sword body was wrapped in purple lightning, and wherever the sword pointed, the void shattered inch by inch!

"Purple Sky...Thunder Sword!"

Zhou Xun let out a low shout, and the Lightning Sword slashed towards the Netherworld Ghost Hand that was suppressing him!
"boom--!!!"

The moment the thunder sword and the ghost hand collided, the whole world seemed to fall into a moment of silence.

Immediately afterwards——

"Crack——!"

The space shattered like a mirror. The terrifying shock wave swept in all directions. The mountains within a thousand miles were instantly turned into powder, the sea water rolled back, and the sky was torn apart!
"puff--!"

Zhou Xun groaned, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His body was pushed back hundreds of feet by the huge force. Lightning exploded under his feet before he could barely stabilize his body.

The ghost hand of the underworld was actually cut by the thunder sword, leaving a deep crack, and ghost fluid gushed out from the palm, and it could not heal!
"what?!"

Emperor Ti Yu showed surprise for the first time.

"How can a mere early stage of the Spiritualization be able to hurt my Netherworld Ghost Hand?"

Zhou Xun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Ghost Emperor? Nothing more than that!"

"You are worthy of being the heir of Ziyu. A hundred years later, when my true body descends, I will fight you again. I hope you can make some progress!"

Emperor Ti Yu couldn't help but praise, and then his whole body suddenly disappeared like a phantom.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned. Such a powerful scene was actually just an incarnation of his magic power!
At the same time, outside the boundary barrier, Emperor Ti Yu waved his hand.
"Rumble--"

Above the sky, the space crack that spanned hundreds of miles suddenly trembled violently, and countless ghost mists rolled back like a tide.

The powerful ghosts who were fighting with the human gods all froze at the same time, as if they were being pulled by some invisible force.

"retreat!"

The thousand-foot-tall ghost body of Tuose Emperor instantly collapsed into a point of black light and disappeared into the void.

A trace of unwillingness flashed across the handsome face of the Blood River Emperor, but it still turned into a blood mist and dissipated.

"Run away?" The thousand-foot-tall violent bear transformed by the Bear King beat his chest and roared, "What a bunch of cowards!"

"Finally gone!"

"But, I'm afraid our troubles are even bigger!"

"Yes!" Jiang Taixu's face was as gloomy as water.

"Just relying on his magical power to become a god, he can compete with young friend Zhou's Zixiao magical power. Ti Yu is very likely to have entered the late stage of transformation into a god!"

"What!" As soon as these words came out,
Everyone was shocked!

Late stage of divine transformation!

That is an existence that truly stands at the pinnacle of this world. Even in ancient times, only a handful of people could enter this realm.

“Emperor Ti Yu had already reached the peak of the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation six thousand years ago. It is not impossible for him to make one step further now.” Jinbi Tianjun said in a deep voice, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"If he has really entered the late stage, I'm afraid..." Ji Wanren frowned and didn't continue speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.

If the true body of Emperor Ti Yu comes, there is no chance for the human race to escape!

I'm afraid that even if the Purple Jade Lord were to be resurrected, he would still be unable to contend!

The joy of defeating the ghosts disappeared, and was replaced by a deep despair.

The huge body of the bear king slowly shrank, and finally turned into a burly man. He looked down at his shaking hands and said in a hoarse voice:

"The late stage of the Spiritual Transformation... Doesn't that mean we don't even have the strength to fight?"

Yunku Tianjun closed his eyes and sighed. The Buddha's light dimmed, as if he had aged a thousand years in an instant: "Back then, Daoist Fellow Ziyu could only barely defeat Emperor Ti Yu. If he has really entered the late stage now, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his words, but everyone understood - the human race would no longer have a chance of winning!
Ji Wanren clenched the Dragon Seal tightly, his knuckles turning white, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes: "Does it mean... we can only sit and wait for death?"

The dragon transformed by Jinbi Tianjun circled and hummed in a heavy voice: "Unless...someone among us can enter the late stage of the Spiritualization within a hundred years!"

As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.

In the realm of transformation, each stage is like a natural chasm, let alone the late stage? Even if they are extremely talented, it is impossible to achieve it in a hundred years!
Yan Mo Tianjun leaned his blood-red sword on the ground and said coldly: "If that's the case, then we will fight to the last moment! As human cultivators, when have we ever feared life and death?"

"That's right!" Xiong Jun raised his head suddenly, the fighting spirit in his eyes rekindled, "Even if my soul shatters, I will bite off a piece of his flesh!"

Zhou Xun stood there, the thunder pool in his body still trembling slightly. In the previous battle, he had almost exhausted all his magic power.
“Emperor Ti Yu… just an incarnation forced me to use all my strength. If his real body descended…”

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.
As of now, perhaps only he can truly enter the Spiritual Transformation Stage.
In this way, with the help of the amplifying power of the Tianyuan Spirit Armor, perhaps he can fight against the Ti Yu Ghost Emperor!
Just as Zhou Xun was thinking, the sound of a clear sword suddenly came from the sky.

"Senior Liu!" Zhou Xun saluted Liu Bai solemnly. The white-haired swordsman still looked indifferent, but the relief in his eyes could not be concealed:

"That's right, Brother Ziyu's legacy will continue!"

When Zhou Xun's gaze turned to the other middle-aged man in a red robe, his expression suddenly turned cold.

Fang Jiuzun!
(End of this chapter)