Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

The pressure was invisible, yet it seemed real. Pan Ying only felt his back sink. His already short stature seemed to have become even shorter.

He felt the air became a little sticky and breathing began to become difficult.

"How could this pressure...?"

Pan Ying gritted his teeth, and the spiritual energy in his body circulated. His joints made crisp "crackling" sounds, and he finally managed to stand up straight.

He couldn't help but raise his head and look where everyone's eyes were focused.

A handsome young man who looked like an immortal stood there upright.

The atmosphere is deep and vast, like a bottomless abyss, and like the boundless starry sky. Just looking at it is awe-inspiring.

After killing numerous evil spirits, the effect of [Si Tian Zhi Li] became more powerful, causing this terrifying pressure.

At this moment, Pan Ying was attracted by that pair of deep eyes and stared at them intently, as if he saw tiny lines and a bit of thick yellow in them. It seemed as if his sight was inevitably trapped in them, and even his soul was sucked away.

He bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to wake up, and found that the clothes behind him were already wet with cold sweat.

At this moment, Pan Ying suddenly realized——

From beginning to end, Anle didn't even look at him!

******

The pressure comes quickly and goes away quickly.

In just a blink of an eye, the camp, which had been a little restless before, became unusually quiet.

The newly joined monks broke out in cold sweats, and were all shocked: "The strength of this ghost-faced man is simply unfathomable."

"No wonder he is the leader of this camp."

Among practitioners, strength means the right to speak.

After this intimidation, most people calmed down and waited quietly for Anle to speak.

"My fellow Taoists, the Lord of the Ruins, the Ghost Lord is about to lead an army of evil spirits and idols to attack. Please prepare as soon as possible."

Anle went straight to the point and spoke loudly.

Many monks first fell into a brief silence, and then burst into an uproar.

“How, how could this happen?!”

"Friend An, is this information true?"

"Are they trying to catch us all in one fell swoop?"

The destruction of the altar core caused the space to become unstable, and everyone finally saw hope of escape, but they were suddenly poured a bucket of cold water by Anle. It was really hard to accept for a while.

Wang Nian, Hu Chunsheng and others who followed Anle all the way did not doubt the authenticity of the news at all.

They knew that Anle was not a person who acted without purpose, so they all looked serious and were in a very heavy mood.

Although the new monks were shocked by the strength displayed by Anle, they still had doubts.

In the crowd, Pan Ying forced herself to suppress the fear she had when she looked directly into those eyes, and asked loudly.

"Ghost Face Man, where did you get this information from?"

"I see that most of the evil spirits in this ruins have disappeared. Where is the Ghost Lord?"

Anle glanced at him indifferently.

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. If you don't believe it, please leave here."

Before fighting the outside world, you must first make peace with the inside.

Only by eliminating the unstable factors in the team can we gain a better chance of winning in the next battle.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Xiong Batian, who was not far away, grinned and walked towards Pan Ying step by step with his iron tower-like body.

"You short-legged tiger!"

"Do you want me, Old Bear, to help you, or do you want to get out of here on your own?"

As he said this, he was about to grab Pan Ying and throw him out of the camp.

Pan Ying's face suddenly changed. From a rational point of view, he actually felt that Anle would not make up such a lie, but he was unhappy with the other party and wanted to argue with him.

But he didn't expect Anle's attitude to be so resolute that he wanted to drive him away directly!

Pan Ying has always been a person who cares about his reputation. If it were in private, he might have apologized and pretended nothing had happened, but in front of so many people, it was impossible for him to give in to the Ghost-faced Man.

After his expression changed several times, Pan Ying snorted coldly: "Let's go!"

He turned to his companion next to him and said.

"I finally understand that this ghost-faced man is just a stubborn person. It's better not to stay in this place!"

"let's go!"

But after Pan Ying waited for a while, no one followed him.

When I turned around, I found that my previous companion was standing there with evasive eyes - It’s okay if you want to die, but don’t take us with you!

Pan Ying's eyes widened: "You, you guys..."

Xiong Batian made up for it at the right time, staring at him with his bear eyes as big as copper bells: "Why are you still leaving?"

Hearing this, Pan Ying became even more angry, feeling depressed, and left angrily.

This is just a small episode.

Soon, Anle started to get down to business. He first looked at Yun Wuhen.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, I heard that your Yuntian Sect has a miraculous combined attack formation that can enable multiple people to exert stronger combat power..."

Yun Wuhen was slightly stunned: "How did the ghost-faced man know?"

He was about to bring it up, but Anle beat him to it.

But Anle displayed so many miraculous things that Yun Wuhen got used to it. Soon he stopped caring about it and began to teach this formation to everyone.

Chapter 151 Are you worthy?

It didn't take long.

Many monks in the camp began to make preparations for the upcoming war.

Those who meet the requirements of the formation are working hard to study the art of combined attack. Those who are proficient in formations set up defensive formations nearby. Those who have studied refining tools repair tools for other cultivators free of charge. Some people also share the elixirs they have accumulated.

At this critical moment of life and death, people united as never before and showed great enthusiasm.

The fighting power of the Ghost Lord's side is indeed strong. After all, it is a force that has gathered the entire ruins, but this does not mean that Anle and others are powerless to fight.

You know, all the people gathered in the camp are also geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people. Pick any one of them out, and they will all be well-known figures.

It's just that the happiness is too dazzling that it obscures their light.

Most of the evil ghost generals are only comparable in strength to geniuses like Gu Qiutong.

Like the previous True Lord Duomu, Yun Wuhen might be able to defeat him.

Now, with their joint efforts, they are able to deal with any enemy below the Golden Core level.

The only problem is-

Ghost Lord!

Anle seemed out of place walking alone among the busy crowd.

But no one would question what he was doing, they would just stare at him in awe.

"Golden elixir..."

Anle glanced at the people around him and muttered to himself.

He recalled the scene of the bloody battle. There was no doubt that the Ghost Lord had at least the cultivation level of a Golden Core, and it was not an ordinary Golden Core.

In ancient times, the Ghost Lord must have been even more powerful, but under the erosion of long years, he has fallen to his current level.

And right now, the only ones in the camp who can put up a bit of a fight against him are Anle and Yun Wuhen!

"Do you want to confront that existence head-on?"

Anle clenched his fists and found that his body was trembling slightly.

However, this was not fear, but trembling with excitement!

He felt the fighting spirit in his chest rising steadily, flowing through his body like boiling magma.

The [Posture of the God of War] on the panel was glowing with dazzling golden light, as if it was eager to try.

Yes, as a god of war, how could he be afraid of fighting?

The moment he realized this, a slight roar came from Anle's body, and the aura of his whole body climbed upward again, and a divine light flashed in his eyes.

He had a vague understanding that when the mood and the entry are highly consistent, unexpected transformation will occur.

******

Not far from the camp.

Pan Ying left alone with a gloomy face, full of anger with nowhere to vent. With a wave of his hand, an ancient wall collapsed.

"Damn it! How dare you chase me away!"

Pan Ying felt that he was being blatantly looked down upon by Anle and the others. He was filled with resentment and didn't want to admit that it was his own problem.

Roar!

From behind the wall, there was a roar of an evil beast, followed by a strong wind.

Pan Ying was startled at first, but immediately came to his senses, and with a surge of spiritual power, he defeated the enemy with one blow.

"Heh... I thought he was so powerful, but he turned out to be just a little devil."

He sneered twice and felt more and more that he had made the right choice.

"The Ghost-Faced Man must be a fabrication. These evil spirits are left with only this kind of stuff. How can they pose any threat?"

Thinking of this, Pan Ying secretly looked forward to it in his heart: "When the Ghost Lord doesn't show up later, those cultivators will know that what I said is right."

"When we return to the camp, the ghost-faced man's expression will surely be very interesting, right?"

Just imagine the situation of successfully slapping someone in the face. Pan Ying felt that it was more refreshing than eating a large piece of iced watermelon in the hot summer.

Just as he was daydreaming, Pan Ying suddenly felt a chill all over his body and his hair stood on end.

He opened his eyes slightly, and his spiritual consciousness continued to tremble.

He felt that things were going to change!

I saw a crack silently emerging in the gray sky, and then, black evil energy, which was several times denser than the surrounding air and close to liquid, rushed in like a river bursting its dam.

Its target was the area near the human camp.

The gray in the sky seemed to be stained with thick ink and turned into pure darkness in the blink of an eye.

Then, the ground began to shake violently, comparable to a super-large earthquake.

The ancient buildings around Pan Ying collapsed with a loud bang, the earth and rocks cracked, and the walls fell down.

He only had time to stand firmly and figure out the reason behind this, when he saw evil spirits crawling out one after another from the sunken ground.

They were born in all kinds of strange and terrifying shapes. There were rotten corpses with only half a face left, ferocious beasts with saliva drooling from their lips and teeth, and human figures made of yellow mud.

A single one might not be that scary.

But when the evil spirits gathered together, it was like a dark and red wave that suddenly surged over.

What frightened Pan Ying more than the evil spirits was a resurrected statue of a god.

This statue was completely different from any he had seen before.

Its limbs and torso are made up of countless statues of gods.

They are disassembled into large and small parts like puppets, and then pieced together in an absurd and counterintuitive way, making them extremely large, one can even describe them as "bloated".

This statue has a total of six arms, each of which is made up of different "parts". One arm is a string of heads, and another is several arms twisted together like a braid.

Not only that, the other statues around it are also approaching it, trying to continue to merge into part of its body.

"What the hell is this!"