Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

The head of the Blood Evil Sect looked at the entrance of the vortex of the Nine Netherworld Palace with a fiery gaze, his black robe rustling in the bloody aura. He turned his head to look at the four elders beside him and nodded slightly.

The four elders understood and mobilized the blood evil power in their bodies. For a moment, the air around them seemed to be dyed blood red.

The head of the Blood Demon Sect took the lead, his figure was as fast as lightning, and he turned into a blood shadow and rushed towards the vortex. The moment he rushed in, a low roar came from the vortex, as if something was enraged.

Immediately afterwards, the four elders followed without hesitation.

Their figures were wrapped in blood-red light, streaking across like meteors, and plunged into the dark blue vortex. The other elders of the Blood Demon Sect watched their leader and elders enter, their hearts full of anticipation, as if they had already seen them return with countless treasures and glory.

The head of Xuanqing Sect had a solemn look on his face. He formed seals with his hands and the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body became stronger and stronger.

The three elders beside him were also on high alert, their Taoist robes emitting a faint spiritual glow.

The leader of Xuanqing Sect shouted softly, and with the wind blowing under his feet, he floated towards the whirlpool.

As his figure approached the whirlpool, the surrounding faint blue light seemed to be purified by the spiritual power in his body, and circles of white halos appeared.

The three elders followed closely behind, their speed was a little slower, but their steps were firm. The moment they entered the vortex, the ghosts and wolves howling in the vortex seemed to weaken a little, as if suppressed by the righteousness of the Xuanqing Sect's head and elders.

The other elders of Xuanqing Sect prayed silently in the back, hoping that the sect leader and the elders could return safely and bring back precious opportunities for the sect.

Master Gui took a deep breath. He knew that once he stepped into the Netherworld, his life or death would be uncertain. But there was no sign of retreat in his eyes. He looked at Fu Shaoping and said:

"Friend Fu, I'll go ahead. If we're destined to meet, we'll meet inside."

After saying this, Ghost Master mobilized all the spiritual power in his body. A layer of faint green light appeared around his body, and the figure of a ghost flickered faintly in the light.

He strode towards the whirlpool, leaving a faint green footprint on the ground with every step.

When he reached the edge of the vortex, he jumped without any hesitation and disappeared into the dark blue vortex.

Fu Shaoping stood in front of the vortex of the Nine Netherworld that was emitting a cold light and took a deep breath. He could feel a chill surging from the vortex, as if countless pairs of cold hands were gently pulling at the corners of his clothes, trying to drag him into the endless darkness.

He lowered his head to glance at the Netherworld Ghost Banner tightly held in his hand. Under the influence of this cold and gloomy force, the ghost patterns on the banner seemed to come alive, making a low whimpering sound, as if urging him to quickly step into this unknown territory, or warning him of the danger ahead.

Fu Shaoping raised his head, his eyes full of determination. He silently said in his heart: "This is my opportunity, but also my challenge. No matter what, I have to go in and find out."

After that, he slowly activated his spiritual power, and a faint blue light emanated from his body, enveloping his entire body. This blue light blended with the aura of the Underworld Dragon Temple on his body, forming a unique shield.

Then, he took a firm step and walked towards the vortex. With every step he took, the suction of the vortex became stronger, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling became louder. When he finally stepped into the vortex, a powerful force instantly enveloped him, and the scene in front of him instantly became blurred.

The light around him twisted into all kinds of strange shapes, and he felt as if he was in the center of a huge storm, his body being pulled and spun by an invisible force. He held the Nether Ghost Banner tightly, trying to keep his balance in this chaos.

With a dizzying spin, Fu Shaoping completely disappeared in the vortex of the Nine Netherworld, leaving behind only the vortex that still emitted a cold light.

After a while of dizziness, Fu Shaoping finally felt his feet land on solid ground. He stood firm and looked around vigilantly, only to find that he was in a cave full of ghosts.

The Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts was filled with thick yin energy, which was like a thick, solid fog that flowed slowly.

The walls around it were flickering with green phosphorescent lights, which flickered and illuminated the cave in a gloomy and terrifying way. The ground of the cave was rugged and uneven, with jagged rocks everywhere, and among these rocks, countless ghosts could be vaguely seen.

Some ghosts have incomplete bodies, crawling on the ground with long trails of blood, and making creepy groans; some ghosts float in the air, their eyes are empty, and they just mechanically repeat some actions they did in life.

Fu Shaoping even saw a female ghost. Her hair was so long that it dragged on the ground, covering her face tightly. She kept muttering some incomprehensible words, and her voice echoed in the cave, as if it was a curse from hell.

Fu Shaoping was secretly alert in his heart, and he clenched the Netherworld Ghost Banner in his hand.

This Netherworld Ghost Banner seemed to become more active in the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts. The ghosts on the banner seemed to have smelled the scent of their own kind and were struggling excitedly.

Fu Shaoping knew that there were a large number of ghosts in the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and their strength should not be underestimated, so he had to deal with them carefully.

He began to slowly mobilize the spiritual power in his body, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

Deep in the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, three fifth-order late-stage ghost kings were hiding in the thick yin energy.

These three ghost kings have different shapes.

A tall, muscular figure exuding a strong bloody smell, as if he was a demon born from endless killing.

The other one was small and thin, with eyes flashing with cunningness, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, ready to attack at any time.

There was also a creature with black flames surrounding its body. As the flames flickered, a ghost face could be faintly seen struggling in it. Its face was illuminated by the flames, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, revealing an evil aura.

The skinny ghost king's eyes rolled around and he spoke first:

"Brothers, that guy doesn't look like a very powerful character. If we kill him here, all the treasures on his body will be ours."

The ghost king, who exuded a bloody smell, said in a muffled voice:
"This guy was able to enter the Nine Netherworld Palace and still stand in this Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts without any harm. I'm afraid he must have some tricks. We can't act rashly. If he has some powerful support, it will be a big loss for the three of us if we die here."

The ghost king surrounded by black flames laughed sinisterly: "Humph, no matter what he relies on, the three of us are all fifth-level ghost kings with the cultivation base of the late Nascent Soul stage. In this cave of ten thousand ghosts, we are the masters. However, the aura of the treasure on that kid is indeed a bit strange. Let's observe him first."

Fu Shaoping stood in the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts. Although he had not yet discovered the existence of the three ghost kings, he inexplicably felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He knew that in this dangerous place, there must be some powerful being secretly watching him.

He quietly injected spiritual power into the Netherworld Ghost Banner. The Netherworld Ghost Banner trembled slightly, as if it also sensed its master's vigilance.

Fu Shaoping began to move cautiously. While paying attention to the movements around him, he was thinking about how to respond.

He knew that although he had the Heavenly Dragon Temple in the Underworld as a support, he could not take it lightly when facing the Ghost King of the late Nascent Soul stage. He scanned the cave, trying to find a favorable terrain or something that could be used to increase his chances of winning.

At this time, the entire Wangui Cave fell into an eerie silence. Only the faint green phosphorescent light on the wall was still flickering, as if counting down for the upcoming battle.

After a brief discussion, the three ghost kings decided to attack Fu Shaoping.

The ghost king, who was emitting a bloody aura, spat out a blood-red long sword from his mouth. As soon as the long sword came out, the whole cave was filled with a strong bloody aura. This long sword was his life-long magic weapon, named "Blood Evil Soul-Slaying Sword". After killing countless lives, the blade had condensed a strong evil spirit, which could easily tear apart the soul and make the enemy's soul dissipate in pain.

The skinny ghost king took out a small black banner, which was embroidered with various complex runes and strange patterns. When he gently shook the banner, the surrounding Yin Qi surged towards it like a tide. This was his life-saving magic weapon, the "Shadow Gathering Yin Banner", which could control the Yin Qi and transform it into various means of attack, and could also hide its own breath and attack the enemy unexpectedly.

The ghost king, surrounded by black flames, waved his hands, and a ball of black flames danced in his palms. It seemed that countless wronged souls were struggling and roaring in the flames. This black flame was his life-saving magic weapon, the "Ghost Fire of Hell". It had an extremely high temperature and had the property of corroding the soul. Once touched, the soul would be slowly devoured by the ghost fire, causing unbearable pain.

The three ghost kings looked at each other, shouted in unison, and began to use their combined magical powers. The spiritual power fluctuations on their bodies began to blend with each other, and their figures gradually became blurred. The bloody aura, yin energy, and black flames began to swirl around them, forming a huge vortex. As the vortex spun faster and faster, a powerful aura emanated from the center of the vortex. This aura had reached the strength of a half-step god.

##2. Fu Shaoping’s response

Fu Shaoping felt the powerful aura coming towards him, and his face suddenly became solemn. He knew that he was about to face a life-and-death battle. He quickly summoned the Underworld Dragon Temple from his body, and saw a small temple emitting a faint blue light appear above his head. The door of the temple was closed, and various mysterious dragon patterns were carved on the door, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

Fu Shaoping quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and injected spiritual power into the Underworld Tianlong Temple. The temple trembled slightly, and then released a blue light curtain, covering Fu Shaoping. This light curtain is the temple's defensive power, which can withstand a certain degree of attack.

At the same time, Fu Shaoping inserted the Netherworld Ghost Banner into the ground in front of him. The Netherworld Ghost Banner quickly grew larger, and the ghosts on the banner seemed to sense the danger and began to roar.

Faced with the combined magical powers of the three ghost kings, Fu Shaoping did not retreat. He quickly mobilized the magic power in his body.

Fu Shaoping waved his hands, and twelve thunder swords flashing with blue lightning appeared out of thin air, hovering around him.

Each of these thunder swords exudes powerful lightning force, and there are complex runes engraved on the sword. As the lightning flashes, it seems as if the sound of thunder is echoing in the cave.

Fu Shaoping shouted in a low voice: "Taiyi Sword Formation, start!"

The twelve Thunder Swords were immediately arranged in a specific position, forming a huge sword formation. Each sword in the sword formation exuded a strong thunder and lightning force, instantly dispelling the surrounding Yin Qi. After the sword formation was formed, lightning flashes shot out from the swords and bombarded the three ghost kings that were merging.

The three ghost kings were somewhat embarrassed by Fu Shaoping's sudden counterattack.

The ghost king, who was emitting a bloody aura, roared: "Boy, you dare to attack us actively, you really don't know how to live or die!"

Fu Shaoping sneered: "You want my life, so you won't allow me to resist?"

The skinny ghost king said grimly: "You are courting death. If the three of us join forces, you will have no chance of survival."

Fu Shaoping responded firmly: "That may not be the case. Today is the day you die!"

At the same time, Fu Shaoping formed seals with his hands, and a golden rune appeared in front of him. He said:

"Fly to the sky and subdue the demons, protect my true body!"

The golden rune instantly turned into a golden light, enveloping his body.

In the golden light, a majestic Vajra statue could be seen, holding a demon-subduing pestle, guarding Fu Shaoping. This flying demon-subduing body protection spell could not only resist attacks, but also weaken the enemy's attack power to a certain extent.

The gate of the Underworld Dragon Temple above Fu Shaoping's head slowly opened, and a faint blue light shot out and fell on Fu Shaoping.

Then, a huge dragon shadow flew out of the temple and hovered above Fu Shaoping's head. The dragon shadow let out a roar that shook the entire Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave.

The shadow of the dragon opened its huge mouth and spurted out a dark blue beam of light, which bombarded the three ghost kings that were merging. Wherever the beam of light went, the yin energy dissipated, as if even the space was purified.

Fu Shaoping stepped lightly, using his magical power to shrink the ground into an inch, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared behind the three ghost kings.

He waved the Netherworld Ghost Banner in his hand violently, and the ghost pattern on the banner instantly came to life, transforming into countless ghosts that pounced towards the three ghost kings.

"this…"

The attack was too fierce!

The three ghost kings panicked. Under Fu Shaoping's fierce attack, the process of merging was interrupted. They had to separate and each used their own methods to deal with Fu Shaoping's attack. (End of this chapter)