A large number of black afterimage ghosts poured out in groups, like a rolling black tide, sweeping towards them.

"Woo~Woo~"

The miserable and whimpering screams of the ghosts sounded, and the sound was terrifying, and the back couldn't stop shivering.

"Oh my God! There are so many resentful ghosts here, how many people did that Yuanying Monk kill back then! Wu Yazi lost his voice and was particularly shocked.

Looking at the number of numb ghost things on the scalp, the middle-aged Shangguan Hongming's face was not much better, just now he was full of disdain, but now his face is covered with dark clouds.

Ye Mei, the woman in red, also looked at the appearance of such a large number of ghosts, and her face couldn't help but become solemn.

Only Shen Luo looked at it indifferently, although there were many of these ghosts, their strength was uneven.

The highest cultivation can have the early realm of Jindan, and the low cultivation is only the late realm of the middle and late stage of Zhuji, and it is very messy to gather together.

It was not difficult for Shen Luo to exterminate these many ghost things, but now he considered that it was not to exterminate, but to use these ghost creatures to cultivate his spirit beasts.

This is a rare opportunity to cultivate spirit beasts, with so many ghost things that can be devoured by yin soul beasts, it won't be long before his spirit beasts can catch up with his cultivation, and even surpass him.

As long as he can cultivate the Yin Soul Beast, he will have a strong boost, and in the future, he will be able to have an extra hole card in his hand.

Immediately, Shen Luo's sleeves flicked, stretched out his palm, flipped his big hand, and slapped a palm in the air.

Under the flow of mana, a huge palm condensed by mana, and a large purple handprint appeared out of thin air.

With a strong wind pressure, as well as his mid-stage spiritual pressure, under the cover of the sky and the sun, the ghosts that swept out of the attic were all suppressed under the palm of his hand.

Under the reflection of the purple handprints, the ghosts were all trapped and restrained in place, unable to move, and could only let out a piercing scream of unwillingness.

The middle-aged Shangguan Hongming, Wuyazi and Ye Mei were all shocked by Shen Luo's method.

They only knew that the magic weapon in Shen Luo's hand was very powerful, but they didn't know that the other party himself would have such great mana, and he would be shocked with a single palm, making them jealous of the ghost thing that felt the pressure doubled.

"With such drastic means, is this person really a mid-stage Jindan monk?"

This question arose in the hearts of the three of them at the same time.

Shen Luo stretched out his big hand, and the corners of his eyes took in all the expressions on the faces of the three people, and the corners of his mouth flashed a trace of inconspicuous arcs.

In order to prevent these people from causing trouble for him, he deliberately resorted to this method to suppress the ghosts.

Of course, he didn't use this method entirely to cultivate spirit beasts, he still had his own selfish experience.

On the one hand, it is to prevent these people from making trouble, and on the other hand, it is to knock on the mountain and deter them.

He didn't believe these people, so he would really verbally let him choose treasures, people were selfish, not to mention the division of interests among immortal cultivators.

Don't look at the fact that they have reached an agreement and harmony now, and when they encounter the treasure later, it will be the real test.

The present harmony is only a brief moment of tranquility before the storm.

Shen Luo glanced at these people, and slowly tightened the palm of his outstretched hand towards the center, and the purple giant palm on it also slowly tightened.

The ghosts who were suppressed by the giant palm and couldn't move felt that the giant hands above were slowly retracting, and at the same time, the space that bound them slowly became compact.

In order to survive, the ghosts struggled to the death under the miserable whimpering screams.

However, everything was in vain, and under the suppression of Shen Luo's mana, they could only wait for death, which became the fate of his spirit beast Little White Yin Soul Beast's food.

"Crackling"

The sound of the skeleton shattering and squeezing was incessant, and it was connected into one piece.

After a while, these ghost creatures were pinched and crushed into a ball by Shen Luo, and they emitted a thick black smoke ghost qi sphere.

"Jiang Daoyou, who are you?"

Wu Yazi looked puzzled, and asked Shen Luo with doubts.

Shen Luo didn't answer his words, took out the spirit beast bag he was carrying, and gently patted the spirit beast bag in his hand, and a white afterimage flashed out of the spirit beast bag and landed on the ground in front of his heels.

Seeing that in front of Shen Luo's feet, a little beast with white velvet and snow-white hair appeared, and Wu Yazi suddenly exclaimed: "Jiang Daoyou, you actually raised a spirit beast!" ”

Standing on the side of Wuyazi, the middle-aged Shangguan Hongming was also shocked, but the woman in red, Ye Mei, had her eyes shining, her eyes were full of joy and looked at the little beast, and said with a smile: "What a cute little beast." ”

The Yin Soul Beast Xiaobai appeared on Shen Luo's front heels, very happy and affectionate, and kept rubbing Shen Luo's trouser legs with his head, which looked very cute.

Shen Luo smiled, half-squatted down and touched its head, communicating with the Yin Soul Beast Xiaobai with his mind.

The Yin Soul Beast Xiao Bai comprehended, rubbed his head against Shen Luo's palm again, whispered at him, and turned to face the ghost in the spherical form.

With a long roar in the sky, his body size became several times larger in the blink of an eye, and he sucked it wildly at the ghosts.

Shen Luo cooperated with the Yin Soul Beast Xiaobai to pull out a few tricks to help it refine and absorb these ghosts together.

After half a cup of tea, the Yin Soul Beast Xiaobai burped, and its body suddenly became smaller and returned to its original cute appearance.

The little guy approached Shen Luo again, rubbed Shen Luo's trouser legs with his head, and conveyed his thoughts to Shen Luo with his heart.

Knowing the little guy's thoughts, Shen Luo waved his hand and put it into the spirit beast bag, letting the little guy slowly refine the ghost thing in his belly.

Witnessing the Shen Luo Spirit Beast, this strange ability to devour ghosts, Wu Yazi's eyes widened, and he sighed: "Jiang Daoyou, what kind of spirit beast are you, you can actually feed on devouring Yin Soul Ghost Things. ”

"It's nothing, it's just an ordinary Yin Soul Beast." Shen Luoman said indifferently.

Hearing this name, the middle-aged Shangguan Hongming was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and he stammered in excitement, "What? Jiang Daoyou, Yin, Yin, Yin Soul Beast? ”

Wu Yazi: "Shangguan Daoyou, Jiang Daoyou's spirit beast Yin Soul Beast, is there anything wrong?" ”

"Shhhhh

"That's so wrong!"

"Wuyazi Daoyou, don't you know, the spirit beast in Jiang Daoyou's mouth is not an ordinary spirit beast, but a strange spirit beast naturally born from heaven and earth, a Yin Soul Beast!" The middle-aged Shangguan Hongming said excitedly with a crazy look on his face.

"Uh... Sky... World... Spirits born from natural generation... Spirit beasts? ”

Wu Yazi was dumbfounded, and he stammered for a while when he spoke.

"This Yin Soul Beast is not only a demon beast born naturally from heaven and earth, but also likes to devour the filthy things of the Yin Soul, and is the nemesis of all Yin and evil ghosts. ”