Chapter 138: Tease and Pursuit

At this time, the defense of the central area of the Yin Soul has been strengthened, and now the number of Yin Soul Yuan Infants stationed here has increased to eighteen.

However, such a number of Yin Soul Yuan Infant Ghost Kings did not bring a sense of security here, but made the ghost kings here even more suspicious and uneasy.

Seven days after the Great War in the North, its guest was waiting for it again, Wang Qingmin.

Not far from the central ink crystal, Wang Qingmin was wearing a stealth technique and was observing his every move here.

With the existence of this kind of black dense fog, Wang Qingmin can only rely on the small map if he doesn't need his divine sense, but the use range of the small map is too small, and the radius of three hundred and ninety meters is an unacceptable length for the existence of Wang Qingmin, the Yuan infancy.

Thinking that he was here to find trouble this time, not to sneak in, Wang Qingmin instantly let go of his divine sense.

The powerful divine consciousness spread out in all directions with the unique coercion of the Yuanying Monk, and immediately woke up those Yuanying Ghost Kings who were guarding here.

For most of the ghost kings here, there has been a situation where the enemy suddenly touched their side like this, and that time they were directly destroyed by half of the ink crystal.

Wang Qingmin didn't rush forward, he looked at the Jindan Ghost King closest to him, and with a wave of his hand, a Netherworld Fire Spell was released.

"Bell!" A huge bell rang in the heart of this shade.

The body of the ghost king who was attacked flickered in just one moment, his movements were shaky, and his surname was eighty percent gone.

"Roar!" ……

With a few roars of ghosts, the figures of the eighteen ghost kings all appeared in Wang Qingmin's divine sense, and they quickly killed this side.

Wang Qingmin looked at the Yuanying Ghost King who rushed over, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his right hand waved again.

"Bell!" Before the Ghost King could regain his senses, he struck the second Nether Fire Spell and shook it into smoke and dissipated into the air.

At the same time, the eighteen ghost kings finally arrived, and the three ghost kings had already unleashed their own attacks.

Wang Qingmin's divine sense moved, and the seventh-level divine beast appeared in front of him in the air, and the meat shield once again blocked the three attacks.

Wang Qingmin did not entangle with these ghost kings, his figure flashed, and he rushed outside. Completely expose the divine beast in front of the ghost kings.

The four ghost kings who chased out finally found Wang Qingmin, but they immediately stopped their figures, and they had already recognized Wang Qingmin, the killing god. Now they dare not separate. If you want to pursue Wang Qingmin with only four Yuan Infant Ghost Kings, you need more than just strength.

Wang Qingmin, who flew into the distance, was moved, and the divine beast appeared beside him, at this time, looking at the blood volume of the divine beast at this time, it was almost to the end, it seemed that without Wang Qingmin's assistance, it could not withstand the attack of only eighteen ghost kings.

Casting the Divine Warframe Technique and Ghost Shield on it, Wang Qingmin began to add blood to it one by one.

Since you Yuanying Ghost King want to hold together, then let you hug enough this time.

A sneer flashed from the corner of Wang Qingmin's mouth, revealing a hint of coldness.

Three days passed.

Wang Qingmin has been wandering around this central area, and he has already tossed these dozen Yuan Infant Ghost Kings almost to death.

In these three days, as soon as Wang Qingmin appeared, he would kill one to three Jindan ghost kings. But as soon as their primordial ghost king moves, they will immediately leave the divine beast on top here, and then they will run away.

There have been many times like this, and the Jindan Ghost King who stayed here has been killed by him, and the others have run away.

At this time, Wang Qingmin began to attack the lower-level Yin Soul again.

This low-level Yin Soul is even more unkillable, and they can't even withstand the power of Wang Qingmin's blow at all. Later, these primordial infant ghost kings directly gave up the pursuit, and stayed in the middle of the ink crystal.

Whenever the "bell!" comes from all around! As soon as there was a sound on the ground, the ghost kings in the central region trembled, which meant that another of their Yin Soul Clansmen had been killed.

Another four days passed, and Wang Qingmin cleaned up the foundation building ghost king here again, and at this time, there were only eighteen Yuan Infant Ghost Kings left here and an almost uncountable number of Qi refining level Yin Souls.

As early as a day ago, Wang Qingmin had risen to level forty, one step closer to him summoning the Enhanced Skeleton.

Today, Wang Qingmin decided to tease these ghost kings one last time, and then left and headed for the south of the continent.

This time, Wang Qingmin's Netherfire Spell was not wasted, and as soon as it appeared, he gave a shot to a Yuan Infant Ghost King. Set it there.

The other ghost kings roared angrily and launched wave after wave of attacks on Wang Qingmin, the power was super fierce, and it seemed that the ghost kings were also completely crazy.

Wang Qingmin didn't kill a ghost king this time, and now that his goal has been achieved, the next thing is to blatantly start to escape.

The twenty-two Yuanying Ghost Kings who had retired from the north, plus the eighteen Yin Ghost Kings here, a total of forty Ghost Kings gathered together the day before Wang Qingmin left, and under the order of the Avatar Cultivator, they simultaneously gave up the attack on the northern humans and the protection of the ink crystal in the central area, and began to hunt down Wang Qingmin.

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On this day, Wang Qingmin was falling on the surface of a wide river.

At his feet, the raging river was as black as ink, flowing towards the sea.

There is too much yin aura added to this water, and it is polluted by the plants of the ghost realm, forming the current ghost appearance, like the Netherworld Styx.

Wang Qingmin, who was sighing, suddenly moved, and forty black lights appeared in the sky, flying towards him quickly.

As he expected, he ran away so blatantly, which really attracted the pursuers of the Yin Spirit, but the Yin Soul side really looked up to him, and directly sent forty Yuan Infant Ghost Kings to catch him, almost pulling out the ghost kings who were defending in the middle of the continent and those Yin Ghost Kings who were fighting against the human army.

It seems that Wang Qingmin has indeed succeeded and entered the eyes of the god-transforming monk. Next, it's up to the two to fight.

But fortunately, Wang Qingmin has not used a random divine stone in front of the Yin Soul now, and I believe that the existence of the Transformation Period will not know about it, which can be regarded as Wang Qingmin's means of escaping one more time.

Wang Qingmin's figure flickered, and a white smoke shrouded him, and he instantly lost his body in place.

Then, almost in the blink of an eye, forty figures fell on the surface of the river, a pair of eyes glowing with red light searched around, and at the same time, the divine sense was also spread all around, in a vain attempt to find out Wang Qingmin's existence.

They had already discovered Wang Qingmin's traces just now, but they were hidden by Wang Qingmin's invisibility technique. After searching for a long time to no avail, the helpless ghost king had no choice but to sit down cross-legged here, and feedback all the movements around him in his divine consciousness.

If they had perspective, they could see that Wang Qingmin was standing in front of a ghost king with a curious expression at this time, sticking out his head and carefully observing each other.

Wang Qingmin has never been unfamiliar with the creature of Yin Spirit, but it is the first time that he has watched it so closely and carefully.

Most of the infant ghost kings were wearing battle armor and carrying a weapon behind their backs or waists. These armors and weapons were all condensed by them with their own Yin Spirit Power, which could also be said to be a part of their body.

As far as the appearance is concerned, the appearance of the yin soul is almost identical, at least Wang Qingmin can't see the reason, plus as long as the yin soul dies, it will definitely turn into a dissipation fog and dissipate, so Wang Qingmin has no outline of the appearance of the ghost king so far.

The ghost king that Wang Qingmin was observing now was dressed in a black fish-scale armor, with a layer of black crystal-like light shining on it, and a thick black mist emanated from his body and spread all around. A broad greatsword was carried diagonally behind it, and the same black mist shrouded in it.

The ghost king was wearing a helmet all the time, and he couldn't see it at all, and could only deduce from the red eyes whether it was open or closed.

After only watching it for a while, Wang Qingmin was a little bored, and this ghost was too tightly wrapped, and he couldn't see anything at all.

The body crept away from here, and Wang Qingmin continued to fly forward.

At the moment when Wang Qingmin appeared in the field, the forty Yuanying monks here got the news through their unique methods, and stood up with a roar, and the forty Wumang continued to chase forward.

This long-lasting pursuit began, at the intention of Wang Qingmin.

Three days later, Wang Qingmin appeared in a human city.

At this time, there are still countless Yin Spirits roaming in this city, all of them are low-level Yin Spirits, floating aimlessly here.

Wang Qingmin came to a building in the city, highlighted his figure, and waited for the arrival of the group of primordial ghost kings.

It's not that he changed his mind to fight the other side, but he wants to add some fun to this chase.

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