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Chapter 497: Destroy the Soul-Falling Abyss and Collect the Netherworld Ghost Fire
"Go quickly! Once they break the Netherworld Yellow Springs Soul-Locking Array, it will be too late!" Ling Xueming roared loudly, his eyes red.

At the moment Ling Xueming roared fiercely, Liu Qiaolian had already figured out some of the operating rules and secrets of the formation, and was directing everyone how to attack, which significantly accelerated the speed of breaking the formation.

The elders also realized the crisis of the situation at this time, and turned around and ran towards the bottom of the abyss.

Hundreds and thousands of sea yakshas' flesh and blood poured into the bottom of the abyss.

A large amount of blood and flesh poured into the bottom of the abyss, and suddenly the bottom of the abyss began to churn violently, as if water had entered a frying pan. The terrifying screams of ghosts, one after another, came from the bottom of the abyss like a tsunami, getting closer and closer.

Thousands of ghost shadows are churning at the bottom of the abyss, trying to break the seal.

Boom!

The seal exploded.

Countless ghosts rushed out, and some sea yakshas standing at the bottom of the abyss were instantly swallowed up by these evil ghosts and turned into mummies.

Seeing so many evil spirits emitting terrifying and ferocious auras rushing out, not to mention the people from Canglan Palace, even Ji Wenyue and others felt their scalps tingling.

Xia Daoming, on the other hand, looked delighted and laughed, "Master Xia, my Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner is in need of some powerful ghosts right now. These are just what I need."

While laughing, Xia Daoming had already sacrificed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.

The sky was filled with evil clouds, and chains emerged from the clouds, locking away the evil ghosts one by one.

However, the ghost tide was too fierce. Although the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner had captured many evil ghosts, they still surged towards the crowd like a tide.

Ji Wenyue and others would naturally have no problem facing these evil spirits, but most of the people from Canglan Palace who came to attack the Soul-Falling Abyss were only Jindan and Foundation Establishment cultivators. If they were really swallowed up by this tide of evil spirits, there would inevitably be heavy casualties.

Just as the ghost tide was surging in, frightening the monks of Canglan Palace, suddenly several bolts of lightning came out from Xia Daoming.

The thunder was as thick as a giant tree, with densely packed lightning forks, arcs of electricity running wildly, and flashes of lightning wandering.

"Crack!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Thunder and lightning are extremely powerful and masculine, and are the most effective in defeating ghosts and evil spirits.

As soon as those evil spirits were slightly touched by lightning, they would immediately let out shrill cries and disappear in a puff of black smoke.

In the blink of an eye, the tide of ghosts that surged like a tsunami was swept away by thunder and lightning.

An empty area appeared around the army.

The evil ghosts behind the ghost tide looked at the dense electric lights moving in front of them, and they all stopped moving forward, and some even retreated.

Evil spirits have a natural fear of thunder.

When the ghost tide stagnated, Xia Daoming did not stop.

He had the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner on his head and electric dragons swirling around him. He stepped towards the tide of ghosts as if he was the King of Hell descending upon the underworld.

"Crack!"

Wherever Xia Daoming passed, not only were the evil spirits locked away one by one by the soul-locking chains, but more evil spirits were struck by lightning and turned into black smoke and disappeared.

"Ah! Ah!" With screams, the tide of ghosts retreated back to the abyss from which they came.

During the receding tide, the surging ghost tide overwhelmed the army of Sea Yakshas and disrupted the most powerful protective formation of the Soul-Falling Abyss.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Seeing this, the army took the opportunity to rush into the abyss.

Amidst the flying precious light, a large amount of blood and flesh flew everywhere, and human heads fell to the ground.

The Great Abyss Lord Ling Xueming was nailed to the bottom of the abyss by Xuanming Wa Si with a single shot amidst the chaos of the army.

At this point, the Sea Yaksha army was completely defeated.

Half a day later.

The Soul-Falling Abyss Yaksha clan, which had been doing evil in the Chixiao Sea for tens of thousands of years, was destroyed.

None of the sea yakshas in the abyss was able to escape.

Because Yuankou was guarded by two powerful generals from the Qingyuan Sect, Lu Ziying and Xiao Xuan.

Not only were they unable to escape, but because the Soul-Falling Abyss is located in the deep sea, and the Sea Yaksha Clan is extremely cruel and bloodthirsty, and even absorbs the souls of living people, no sea cultivator would be active in the waters near the Soul-Falling Abyss, and the mirages also set up mirages, so the destruction and change of ownership of the huge Soul-Falling Abyss did not attract the attention of the outside world.

"We're going to make a fortune this time! We're going to make a fortune!" After opening the warehouse of the Soul-Falling Abyss and looking at the dazzling array of cultivation resources, all the cultivators of the Canglan Palace had shining eyes and were ecstatic. Some cultivators even pinched themselves hard a few times.

In fact, they never dreamed that one day, their Canglan Palace would be able to destroy their arch-enemy, the Soul-Falling Abyss, with the help of their allies, and it would be so smooth, one could even say that it was almost a crushing victory!

However, what Xia Daoming really cared about was the Netherworld Ghost Fire. Therefore, as soon as he attacked the Soul-Falling Abyss, he first told Lan Xi to block the news and not to spread the news that the Soul-Falling Abyss had been destroyed. Then he told Liu Qiaolian to reseal the ghost tide in the bottom abyss and help lead people to guard the Soul-Falling Abyss.

It will definitely take him a long time to refine the Netherworld Ghost Fire and breed the second magic weapon, so he should not be disturbed by the outside world.

Moreover, once he successfully breeds a second magical weapon, his spiritual consciousness will become even stronger. He can use the ghost tide that has been sealed and accumulated in the Soul-Falling Abyss at the bottom of the abyss for who knows how many years to further refine the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.

After explaining everything, Xia Daoming took Xiao Jin and headed towards the center of the Netherworld Yellow Springs Soul-Locking Array.

The underworld ruins are right under the center of this formation.

"Xiao Jin, you stay outside. No one is allowed to come in without my permission."

Xia Daoming gave an order and went straight into the center of the formation.

Below the center of the formation is an extremely dark vortex.

As soon as Xia Daoming stepped into the whirlpool, his eyes blurred and he found himself in another world.

There was no more sound of the tide in this little world, no more life, only the cold and silent wind howling from the end of the abyss, carrying with it unspeakable gloomy energy and the whispers of residual souls.

This is the Netherworld Ruins.

The entire Netherworld Ruins is a forbidden place where time seems to have stopped and the dead do not die.

In the middle of this small world, there is a spring.

The water that came out of the spring was not clear water, but turbid yellow water.

Even so, looking at the spring water, with Xia Daoming's powerful spiritual consciousness, he actually felt a slight sense of trance.

In the middle of the spring, there was a ball of eerie ghost fire dancing.

It was like a roaring ghost head and the wailing of all spirits, burning fiercely but silently, its shape sometimes appearing and disappearing, sometimes like a flame, and sometimes condensing into pitch-black pupils, staring at Xia Daoming grimly, causing his soul to inexplicably feel a slight burning sensation, while his body did not feel anything unusual.

It felt like the soul was floating near the flame, with heat waves rolling towards the face, while the physical body was still far away from the flame.

"According to legend, the ghost fire of the netherworld is born in the Yellow Spring under the Ninth Netherworld. The water coming out of the spring should be the Yellow Spring. It's a pity that it is turbid and not the real water of the Yellow Spring.

This ghost fire can already change its form and burn the soul from a distance. It is undoubtedly a true fire ghost fire. "

Xia Daoming stood in the void, quietly looking at Huangquan and the ghost fire, his mind turning.

As he was thinking, Xuanming Wa Si walked out with a serious look on her face.

"This is a true fire-level ghost fire of the underworld, which is specially designed to burn people's souls. My Lord, do you want to take it?"

"That's right, I will take it into the Crimson Palace and refine it into the second divine weapon. You freeze it!"

"Yes, my lord!" Xuanming Wa Si bowed and accepted the order. Then her body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into a stream of Xuanming real water that spanned the void and flowed slowly. Above the real water, the phantom of a black tortoise and a snake entangled appeared.

The powerful aura of ancient times instantly filled the Netherworld.

The turbid Yellow Spring water froze, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire seemed to sense the danger. It suddenly transformed into thousands of soul flame threads and pounced towards Xia Daoming's sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows!

At this moment, the Xuanming True Water that spanned the void turned into a huge turtle paw, grabbing thousands of soul flame threads in its palm at once.

Then it turned into a ball of real water and continued to shrink.

As they gathered, thousands of soul flame threads gradually transformed into a ball of netherworld ghost fire that jumped violently and burned wildly in the real water, like the howling of ghosts and gods!

Xuanming Wa Si showed the appearance of the true origin of water, but could only trap the Netherworld Ghost Fire but could not freeze it.

"The ancient true fire is indeed extraordinary!" Xia Daoming secretly praised when he saw this. He did not dare to delay and immediately activated the Crimson Palace. A red divine chain emerged, locking the true water together with the ghost fire, and slowly dragged them into the Crimson Palace!

As soon as the Xuanming True Water and the Netherworld Ghost Fire entered the Crimson Palace, the shadows of the four divine beasts, the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Fire Phoenix and the Black Tortoise, appeared around the Crimson Palace to guard the four sides of the Palace. At the same time, a huge blood wave rose from the boundless sea of ​​blood, covering and blocking the entire Crimson Palace.

The ghost fire of the underworld specifically burns the soul!

Now that it has been taken into the body, if it is not surrounded and sealed inside with heavy weapons, in case Xuanming Wa Si cannot trap it and it rushes out, it will be a disaster for Xuanming Wa Si.

The ghost fire of the underworld had just been taken into the Crimson Palace, and the water level of the Yellow Spring Eye actually continued to drop. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, leaving only a twisted space crack at the bottom of the spring eye.

An extremely terrifying aura of death and silence emanated from the crack. Even Xia Daoming was terrified at the first sight of it. He immediately turned around and moved away from the crack, preparing to leave the Netherworld Ruins.

He is not arrogant enough to dare to explore the space crack!
When Xia Daoming moved away from the space crack, the Netherworld Ghost Fire that was collected in the Crimson Palace seemed to be greatly stimulated, and it collided everywhere in the Xuanming True Water more and more violently.

Xuanming Wasi's face appeared in the Xuanming real water ball, constantly twisting and appearing to be in great pain and agony.

At this moment, Xia Daoming's fairly handsome face twitched from time to time, he took a few breaths, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead from time to time.

In desperation, Xia Daoming had to sit cross-legged temporarily and use all his strength to mobilize the power of the Crimson Palace to help Xuanming Wa Si suppress the ghost fire of the underworld.

(End of this chapter)