Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.

On the way back, Wang Changsheng tinkered with the Heavenly Witch Mirror, but only discovered part of the use of the Heavenly Witch Mirror, as for its real magical powers, he couldn't figure it out for the time being, as long as it was a mirror-like magic weapon in the immortal cultivation world, almost all of them were magical and powerful treasures.

In addition to the Heavenly Witch Mirror, Wang Changsheng also has the Fire Sun Mirror and the Xuanyang Mirror in his hands, the Fire Sun Mirror can release a pillar of light attack, the power depends on the mana of the controller, the higher the mana of the controller, the stronger the power of the pillar of light, as for the Xuanyang Mirror, you can fix an area, whether it is a magic weapon or an immortal cultivator.

Wang Changsheng currently found that the Heavenly Witch Mirror has the ability to defend and attack, judging from Wu Lingzi's personal collection of this mirror, Wang Changsheng feels that the Heavenly Witch Mirror must have other magical powers, but he can't figure it out for the time being.

He controlled Mo Yunzhou to fly forward, and successively encountered the attacks of various large number of low-level ghosts, all of which were solved by Huang Xiaowen.

Half a day later, the black light on the surface of the ghost mirror in Wang Changsheng's hand kept circulating, and at the same time, there was a piercing ghost crying sound.

"Uncle Wang, that ghost thing should be nearby, but it's not clear where it is. Huang Xiaowen opened his mouth to explain.

Wang Changsheng let go of his divine sense and swept towards the dense forest below.

It didn't take long for Wang Changsheng to retract his divine sense, his brows furrowed slightly, his divine sense scanned the area within a radius of more than ten miles, and did not find any powerful ghost things, obviously, that ghost thing knew some kind of clever concealment technique, and there was nothing strange about it, ghosts were naturally good at concealment techniques, Ye Mingyue was a good example.

Wang Changsheng slapped the body bag on his waist with his palm, and Ye Mingyue flew out of it and landed in Mo Yunzhou.

Ye Mingyue now has the cultivation of the late stage of the Jie Dan, if she can get a Yin bead left by the ghost in the late stage of the Jie Dan, it will be enough for her to advance to the Great Perfection of the Jie Dan, and with the ghost path formation left by Dong Fuzi, it should allow Ye Mingyue to try to impact the ghost infant stage.

"Mingyue, there is a ghost king in the late stage of the Yudan around here, can you sense its specific location?" Wang Changsheng asked with a frown.

When Ye Mingyue heard this, she immediately closed her eyes, and after a while, she opened her eyes and shook her head: "If you go back to the master, the slave maid has not sensed the aura of the powerful kind, and its hidden magic power should still be above me."

Wang Changsheng nodded thoughtfully, Ye Mingyue's hidden divine power couldn't even be discovered by a mid-Yuan Infant cultivator, and this ghost's hidden divine power was still above Ye Mingyue, no wonder he couldn't find it with his divine sense comparable to the middle Yuan Infant.

He thought about it for a moment, and as soon as he flipped his palm, a red glittering order flag appeared in his hand.

After injecting mana, the Red Order Banner suddenly burst into red light, and as it flickered forward, a large red flame appeared out of thin air.

Wang Changsheng kept waving the red order flag in his hand, and the rolling flames suddenly emerged, quickly condensing into five red fire pythons dozens of zhang long.

"Go. Wang Changsheng stretched out his hand and pointed lightly at the dense forest below.

The five red fire pythons twisted their bodies and turned into five flames and flew towards the dense forest below.

As soon as the five red fire pythons touched the trees, they burst open, and a sea of fire the size of a hundred zhang appeared out of thin air, and the fire continued to grow and spread rapidly.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and the fire had spread to the size of several miles, and the temperature in the vicinity had risen considerably.

Wang Changsheng flew around in the sky above the sea of fire, and the ghost mirror kept emitting a piercing ghost crying sound, obviously, that ghost thing was hiding underneath, and it was not difficult for ordinary flames to cause much damage to it.

"Mingyue, come back. Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows, put away the red order flag, and slapped the body bag on his waist with his palm.

Ye Mingyue answered, turned into a red light and flew back into the body bag.

He took out a cyan banana fan from his sleeve, injected mana, and fanned it a few times, and several cyan hurricanes more than ten feet high emerged without warning, and quickly swept away towards the sea of fire.

As soon as the cyan hurricane rushed into the flames, the flames were extinguished.

Wang Changsheng clasped his hands together, his lips moved slightly, and his body suddenly burst with golden light.

The words began to be muttered in his mouth, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded in his mouth.

Wang Changsheng recited the "Demon Sutra", which can not only expel the yin qi and evil qi on his body, but also have a certain restraint effect on ghosts.

"Buddhism is supernatural. A look of surprise flashed in Huang Xiaowen's eyes, and he said in a lost voice.

Buddhism's magical powers are very restrained from evil spirits such as ghosts and zombies, the demon monks have always regarded the people in the Buddhism as a thorn in their eyes, the cultivation speed of the Buddhist exercises is notoriously slow, and the cultivation speed of the demon exercises is relatively fast, so that even if the demon monks get the Buddhist exercises, they will not practice, if it weren't for the fact that Wang Changsheng has been in the Corpse Sect for a long time, and has won the trust of the Corpse Sect, Huang Xiaowen still thinks that Wang Changsheng is a spy of the Sect of Buddhism!

Wang Changsheng's voice was not loud, but he was reciting the "Demon Sutra" with his mana, and he could be heard reciting the scriptures for several miles.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a black light flew out of a large charred tree and flew straight into the sky.

"Hmph, I still want to run away when I meet me, is it possible?" Wang Changsheng sneered, and grabbed his palm towards the black light void.

There was a sudden ripple in the sky above the black light, and a green ghost claw the size of several zhang suddenly appeared, and quickly grabbed it down.

With a "poof", the black light burst open, turning into more than a dozen black lights, flying in different directions.

A look of surprise flashed in Wang Changsheng's eyes, and as soon as his right hand was raised, a palm-sized golden wooden fish came out of his hand, rising in the wind, and suspended in front of him.

The golden light on the surface of the golden wooden fish flows non-stop, and it is a Buddha treasure of no low grade.

Wang Changsheng hit the golden wooden fish with a magic trick, and there was a sound of "bang in the golden wooden fish!"

This sound is like the quiet sound of the empty valley, and it is like the sound of Buddha singing.

Hearing this, more than a dozen black lights suddenly froze.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changsheng's palm flipped, and a blood-colored small sword appeared in his hand, and after injecting mana, the size of the blood-colored small sword increased, and a disgusting smell of blood immediately diffused.

Before he could sacrifice the blood sword in his hand, a piercing roar suddenly sounded.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng felt a sharp pain like a sudden crack in his divine sense, as if someone had pricked him with a needle.

He snorted lightly, and as soon as the mana in his body worked, it returned to normal.

When Huang Xiaowen heard this, his face was slightly distorted, as if he had suffered some kind of pain.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, more than a dozen black lights flew into the distance, and it didn't take long for them to disappear into the sky.

Wang Changsheng looked at the back of the black light disappearing, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Senior Nephew Huang, when did this ghost thing appear? Why didn't you find this ghost when you sent someone to clean the Yin Ghost Cave before, could it be that the people who cleaned the Yin Ghost Cave were all wine bags and rice bags, and they were perfunctory?" Wang Changsheng groaned slightly, and asked with some displeasure.

"This ghost appeared half a month ago, and the five elders are responsible for cleaning the Yin Ghost Cave, they shouldn't be perfunctory, maybe this ghost thing fell to the Yin Ghost Cave from other places. Huang Xiaowen said with some uncertainty.

"Elsewhere, isn't the Yin Ghost Cave an independent space?How can there be ghosts flowing into the Yin Ghost Cave from other places?" Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of doubt.

Huang Xiaowen pondered for a moment, and said: "The Yin Ghost Cave is indeed an independent space, but some people have always speculated that the Yin Ghost Cave may be connected to the Yin Netherworld, and the Yin Qi here will be more dense than the Yin Demon Mountain Range where this sect is located, and after so many years, ghosts and zombies can't be caught, if it were an independent space, those ghosts and zombies would have been caught long ago." ”

"What?, the Yin Ghost Cave is connected to the Netherworld?" Wang Changsheng heard this, his face changed, and he said in surprise.

Some people say that the Netherworld is an independent interface, some people say that the Netherworld is actually an independent space, and some people say that the Netherworld does not exist, but people just make it up.

In the eyes of supporters, after the death of the immortal cultivator, the three souls and six spirits will gradually collapse and re-enter the reincarnation, and the dead immortal cultivators can get a second life in the netherworld, they forget the previous things and live in the netherworld with a new identity, very few reborn people can recover the memory of their previous lives, if nothing else, they will survive in the netherworld with a new identity, and a few lucky ones can be reincarnated in the interface of the previous life and appear in a new identity.

In the eyes of supporters, there are many zombies, ghosts, evil spirits and the like living in the netherworld, and the netherworld is the continuation of life and the paradise of the dead, and the dead immortal cultivators can be reborn in the netherworld.

In the eyes of opponents, the Netherworld does not exist at all, it is just a place imagined by individual immortal cultivators, and if an immortal cultivator dies, he is dead, and there is no possibility of rebirth, let alone the memory of the so-called past life.