On the corpse, there are blood-colored pits, and there is an eerie ghostly aura, lingering.

"Try this ghost crystal lotus."

Ye Luo took out two, a god corpse, and used one.

Zizi –

Under the nourishment of the Ghost Crystal Lotus, the blood poison in the god's corpse was clear inch by inch, and even the corroded flesh and blood texture on the surface of the body showed signs of recovery. The surging power of the ghost corpse lingered on the surface of the corpse, exuding a dark silver luster.

"It works! Two more! ”

Ye Luo had a divine corpse and used another one.

An hour later.

The corpses of the Fire Clan warriors and the ThunderClan warriors were restored.

Ye Luo was overjoyed in his heart, and muttered: "There are still thirty-six ghost crystal lotus in my hand, anyway, the amount is large, and with the help of senior Mu, I don't have to feel distressed." Use two more flowers to strengthen these two god corpses. ”

Two more flowers to get rid of.

The Ghost Corpse Dao treasures of the Wild Martial Sect level are not distressed at all.

Another hour.

"Well, that's good. The Fire Clan warriors and ThunderClan warriors have not only recovered as before, but their strength has also improved by a notch under the effect of the Ghost Crystal Lotus. Ye Luo nodded with satisfaction, "Before, the Fire Clan warrior was the cultivation of the early stage of the ninth-order mad martial artist, and now it is the peak cultivation of the ninth-order mad warrior, I will use another flower and directly promote it to the first-order mad martial sect." ”

In the end, what was displayed in front of Ye Luo was the Fire Clan Warrior Divine Corpse in the early stage of the First-Order Mad Martial Sect, and the Thunder Clan Warrior Divine Corpse at the peak of the First-Order Mad Martial Sect.

"With these two killer features, I have nothing to fear in the freshman assessment of Tianjimen."

Ye Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, just as he wanted to summon the two divine corpses back into the golden hoop ring, he felt that outside the room, there was a ghostly aura, a cloudy wind, and faint ghost crying.

"Woo woo"

"Draining"

In the dark night, it looks particularly infiltrating.

"Who?"

Ye Luo's face turned pale, and he suddenly stood up, and summoned the Yan Ji Spear from the Blue Fei Space Ring, a flame will, like a swimming dragon, wrapped around the gun.

"Emperor Yan's Heavenly Burial!"

An illusory shadow of the Yan Emperor's Blood Yang appeared behind him.

The throne of the will of fire exudes boundless majesty. Burn all the ghosts.

The flames rushed out.

Outside the door, black shadows moved, and a terrible scream was heard.

Ye Luo frowned, and ran out with a breech, only then did he see clearly that a ghost with a black shadow was hit by Emperor Yan's heavenly burial, and his eerie body was burned by the flames, gradually dissolving, and the face of the resentful spirit was torn and wailing.

Ghosts are the lowest creatures in the Ghost Realm.

On top of ghosts, there are ghosts, immortals, ghost emperors, and so on.

"It turns out that it's not the dark shadow." Ye Luo was a little disappointed, "The black shadow that has been peeping at me in Moyang Pavilion is not so weak. This ghost, probably only has the cultivation of an eighth-order mad warrior, and it is not a climate at all. ”

"Be careful, master, there is a large wave of ghosts in front of you, surging over." The warning of the little nerve sounded in his ears, "I must have been attracted by your ghost crystal lotus." ”

Ye Luo opened the golden pupil and swept it in the dark night, and sure enough, she found that at least seventy or eighty dark ghosts were surging in the direction of her room, carrying strong resentment and yin qi.

"Purple Water Seals the Heavenly Palm!"

She raised her hand, and her entire right arm burned and boiled, turning into a purple cloud of qi and smoke, condensing into a huge purple palm print, and under Ling Tian's cover, the void shook.