Whenever a ghost market prevails in the yang world, the demon hunters or monks who travel in the human world will come out collectively to hunt down these ghosts. They can use these imps to refine weapons and refine yin spirits to improve their cultivation, which can be said to have many benefits. And the ghost king doesn't need so many imps, only by consuming some of those imps with a huge base, can it pick out some powerful fierce ghosts for its own use, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Mo Sang listened to Master explain many things in the Netherworld Ghost Domain, and he was fascinated by it. After a while, Master Mo Sang came to an ancient well. The wellhead was in tatters, and the rock was covered with traces of hemp rope. Mo Sang didn't know why Master had brought him here, so he asked Master about it. Zhong Kui replied with a smile.

"This is where the Netherworld connects to the Sun, and it hasn't opened yet, so we'll have to wait a while. ”

Mo Sang asked the master curiously.

"Why is the gate of the Nether Realm here?"

Zhong Kui replied with a rubbing of his beard.

"Yin Qi is the heaviest in the deep well. It doesn't get sunlight all year round, but it is connected to the ground, and the ghost loves water. From here, the gate of the Netherworld Realm opens, and the imp climbs up the bottom of the well. This well is the deepest and most ancient in a radius of 100 miles, and the older the well, the heavier the Yin Qi accumulated at the bottom of the well. If ordinary people fall into the well, they will freeze to death!

For the teacher, I guess that the door of the Netherworld Ghost Domain must be opened from here, and you can't stay too far away from the master later. If it was just an ordinary ghost market, Nuwa Niangniang would not let the teacher personally suppress it, I am afraid that this ghost market will be different from usual. ”

After hearing Master's advice, Mo Sang stood cautiously behind Master, his eyes fixed on the mouth of the well. The two waited quietly for an hour or so, and Jingkai began to glow with a ripple-like spotlight. A cold wind blew out of the well, and it swept across Mo Sang's neck as if it was about to freeze his soul. Mo Sang swallowed nervously, this was the first time he had come into contact with such a supernatural thing.

In the past, when Mo Sang was studying, he had read about some ghost things, and at that time, most of them were just for fun and there was not much fear, but now that he really wants to witness it with his own eyes, he will inevitably get nervous.

"Beware, the gates of the Nether Domain are about to open. Take a dodge with the teacher, lest you disturb the ghost king and get into trouble!"

After Zhong Kui finished speaking, he wrapped Mo Sang and flew into the sky, wrapping Mo Sang with his true qi. The light spots at the ancient wellhead became thicker and thicker, and after a while, they appeared at the wellhead as if they were substances. With the first terrible scream, the light spots at the wellhead finally stopped beating.

An illusory figure like a reflection in the water crawled out of the well, and as soon as it hit the ground, it began to "squeak" and laugh. The laughter was like a midnight baby's cry, and those who listened to it panicked. As the ghost fell to the ground, a large number of ghosts crawled out of the wellhead one after another. Their bodies are translucent and emit a faint blue light. Still others flew straight out of the wellhead and down the roofs towards the street.

At midnight, the street was dimly lit with dappled pavement, and there was not a single figure on the street, except for the occasional night cat. As if they couldn't see the ghosts, the night cats just walked leisurely on the streets. The ghosts behind them also followed it curiously when they saw the night cats on the street, giggling and laughing, and from time to time there would be some quarrelsome noises. Although Moissan's hearing was excellent, he could not understand a word of what the ghosts were saying. As if it was a dream, I could only hear a few words but I couldn't form a whole sentence.

Mo Sang whispered to Zhong Kui.

"Master, the ghost market has begun. Are we going to go down and destroy all those ghosts?"

Zhong Kui replied calmly.

"Don't worry, these strikers are just imps who don't have a climate. Naturally, some of them will come and take them over, so we'll be waiting here. There will definitely be more powerful guys in the future. ”

Mo Sang quietly stayed by Master's side and watched the little ghosts parade through the streets below. The whole street was filled with the ghosts who jumped on the beams of the house and walked, the streets where they fought with other imps, or chased after the night cats.

After a while, Mo Sang suddenly noticed that there was a group of guys in yellow robes standing on the street at the gate of the city with sharp swords in hand, looking coldly at the place where the ghost market was wandering. Judging from their expressions, they seemed to be able to see those little ghosts, but their expressions couldn't help but be more happy instead of afraid.

The little devils on the street also looked very excited when they saw the group of people in yellow robes, and the little devils at the doors of those houses couldn't enter. According to the master, there are some things pasted on the door to ward off evil spirits, and the little devil is very afraid of those yellow papers and stickers and dare not enter at will. And the group of people on the street was naturally the only living person they could see with yang energy, and their excitement was overflowing.

The little devil threw himself at the group of people in yellow robes like a nest, but as soon as they came into contact, they were killed by the sharp swords in the hands of the group. The yellow-robed people were obviously prepared, they took out a handful of yellow paper from their cuffs and threw it into the sky, and all the little ghosts who were touched by the yellow paper instantly fell to the ground and could not fly again.

The little ghost in the back didn't know what was going on in front of him, but he was attracted by the yang energy and rushed forward one after another. The little ghost in front fled in panic, and the whole scene was not lively.

Mo Sang watched as those yellow-robed people turned all the little ghosts they had killed into a ray of blue light and sucked them into their bodies, which should be what the master said about devouring. Those imps are the purest yin spirits in heaven and earth, and this kind of yin spirit is very helpful in strengthening the primordial spirit. Those monks rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with so many little ghosts, so they naturally couldn't help but be a little happy. Every time they devoured it, those yellow-robed people would let out a hearty laugh, obviously these little devils would not pose a threat to them at all, but would instead become food for them to strengthen their primordial spirits.

Mo Sang didn't like this way of strengthening the primordial spirit, after all, the ghost was also a kind of intelligent spirit, just like Hongxia. Hongxia may still be able to preserve her complete consciousness, but those little ghosts can no longer retain any consciousness after being devoured into the primordial gods, and they are completely digested as a nourishment.

The demon hunters had been hunting for a while, and the imps on the flat ground were still flooding towards them. But they no longer seemed to be satisfied with these little imps with weak spiritual power in front of them, and they flew past these little ghosts towards the deep well.

Suddenly, there was a sudden pause in the deep well. There was no longer a steady stream of imps pouring out of the deep well, and the gate of the entire Netherworld Ghost Domain seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

Zhong Kui frowned and said to Mo Sang.

"Be careful, the awesome guy is coming out!"