Yu Zecheng was extremely surprised that the Soul Purple Ink Jiao had invaded the acupoint so smoothly, it seemed that the reason for such a difficult invasion of the acupoint the first few times must be the resistance reaction of the true element water liquid in his original acupoint, and now that it is like this, everything is smooth and simple.

Yu Zecheng began to refine the tenth and last ghost king, and was ready to break through the eleventh acupuncture point.

Here the acupoint soul to the acupoint open, the water comes naturally, it is very easy, it is successfully completed, Yu Zecheng is very happy, it is so smooth and happy, now as long as it is silently warmed, wait until a hundred days, these eleven soul purple ink Jiao incarnations are formed, and then you can test whether the spell you created is successful.

If this soul is attached to the magic weapon flying sword and soaked in the time pool, it can be able to top the effect of a hundred days in an instant, but this time it is to use his body as a shelter, Yu Zecheng looked at the pool for a quarter of an hour, and finally shook his head and forget it. Don't test yourself, this is too dangerous, isn't it just a hundred days, I'll wait.

Yu Zecheng closed his eyes and began to calculate, he reached the high-level realm of fetal breath, refined four acupoints, reached the primary level of the innate realm, and refined a total of nine acupoints, and the next step is to reach the innate intermediate level, carefully calculated, it takes about sixteen acupoints, and now he has refined eleven places, and he still needs to refine five places, but this ghost king has been out of stock.

Thinking of this, Yu Zecheng got up with a sword and flew to Aunt Jin, those old men were very strange when they saw Yu Zecheng's arrival, today is not a day to deliver food, Yu Zecheng Shili asked:

"Uncles, my nephew has something I want to ask my uncle to teach, is there any more ghost king who is sealed?"

A few old men, you look at me, I look at you, and Uncle Wang, one of them, replied:

"Those ten ghost king seals, it was captured by Brother Qinghe himself in order to practice swords one hundred and fifty years ago, a total of eighteen ghost kings were captured, and then only eight were used, Brother Qinghe went to Langqi Mountain in Mobei to help people help him, and later died in the hands of the first-line real person of the Pulling Machine Sect, your master and Brother Ma Yu and Senior Sister Fumeng They used to take revenge, and broke the branch of the Traction Sect Langqi Mountain, and refined the first-line real people alive, but Brother Ma Yu was also seriously injured, and after coming back, he cultivated to a complete waste, and finally died on the mountain. ”

Uncle Cui next to him said:

"Brother Qinghe is a good person, at that time, I cleaned up Brother Qinghe's relics and found that there were still ten ghost kings left, so I was put in the Genius Earth Treasure Pavilion. ”

李樂機 says:

"Yes, if he lives, he will definitely not let Nantian sit here, and he will definitely let Nantian join the ranks of the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Monks. Senior Brother Lone Song is too selfish, and Nantian is too soft-hearted. ”

Uncle Cui glared at him, glanced at Yu Zecheng and said:

"What are you talking about, if Nantian doesn't become the peak master, you and I will have rotten bones. ”

Uncle Li followed and shouted:

"Why don't you say it, is it easy for Nantian, this step-by-step cultivation, the couple hid and attacked Yuanying, planning to live and fly together, eternal millennium, how many years has Nantian been delayed because of this, and now it is only impacting the high-level realm of Dragon and Tiger, do you say that it is a loss. ”

Suddenly, a few old men quarreled, you and I said a word, Yu Zecheng gradually understood that the original master's existing four brothers and sisters, and the other three all shirked their responsibilities and did not want to be the master of this peak, looking for the cave to impact the Yuanying realm, and only the master was here to guard this peak, so a lot of time for cultivation was delayed.

It seems that the ghost king is gone, but Uncle Qinghe caught it himself, and I can do it myself, and I can catch it myself. Yu Zecheng waited silently for a while, and the old men couldn't make any noise, and asked:

"May I ask my uncles, where should I arrest this ghost king?"

Uncle Wang replied:

"There is a forbidden place near the Yueyao Lake in Xuanyuan Hill, which is called the Valley of the Ghost King, which is actually a passage connecting to the Netherworld, where there are eighteen ghost kings guarding the border of the Netherworld, you can go there to catch them. You have the Xuanyuan Sword imprint on your body, which is the soul-melting jade, and you can come and go freely when you get there. ”

Yu Zecheng nodded, thanked him, and turned to leave, it seems that this is the only way. He returned to his cave mansion, preparing to go over tomorrow to see what was going on there and whether he could catch the ghost king.

This sleep on the second day, Yu Zecheng was not able to get up, although he used the ghost king to refine his soul every time, increased the power of his soul, and then took those supplementary pills such as the Fixing God Pill, it seemed that his soul was not injured, in fact, these eleven cuts caused huge invisible damage, this sleep was good, and the damage slowly appeared.

The next day, Yu Zecheng was in a trance, at a loss, confused, and confused, so the day passed, but fortunately he still remembered to warm up his soul and did not let yesterday's hard work be in vain.

The same was true on the third day, drowsy, and in this way, on the fifth day, Yu Ze became an old madman delivering food, only to be found abnormal by Aunt Jin, and hurriedly treated him, gave him a soul nourishment, fed him pills, and raised him for two months, only then did he come back to his senses in a trance, and the dark wounds of his soul disappeared and returned to normal.

These days are groggy, after waking up, more than 70 days have passed since pinching his fingers, and there is still a month for the cultivation of the soul spirit, Yu Zecheng decided not to go to Xuanyuan Hill to find the ghost king, first cultivate in the cave, and wait until the soul is completed, and then go to Xuanyuan Hill to explore the Ghost King Valley.

In fact, there is another reason for this, in the outer gate of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Gu Lun Qi Wen and Lei Bingyun are all practicing there, and Yu Zecheng will not go to see them until the soul is completed and his cultivation is improved, otherwise he is a little embarrassed to face them, and he doesn't know what is happening to them now.

And so it was another month later, and finally the time of 100 days arrived. Yu Zecheng came to the large trial ground of the shadow world and roared:

"Where is the purple ink Jiao. ”

Suddenly, the clouds and mist rose above his head, the cloud dragon probed his claws, and a purple ink Jiao in the clouds and mist transformed in the air, rising into the air, and it soared in the air, free. It was as if a black flame was flying in the air.

The purple ink-colored scale armor covered the three-zhang long body, and the dragon's body was well-proportioned and perfect, with an indescribable power of the wild surname.

The flying and churning of the purple ink Jiao in the air made Yu Zecheng extremely happy. Because it was completely in touch with itself, the ink dragon roared, grabbed its claws, and grabbed the giant tree in the trial ground, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and the giant tree was immediately crushed by the claw. Then he threw himself at the mountain rocks, and suddenly the mountains and rocks burst out, and the purple ink dragon tail swung, and everywhere he went, it was like a mountain and a sea, and a deep pit of the size of a zhang was immediately smashed on the earth.

The shattered giant wood, the broken mountain rocks, slowly began to wither, and then "exhaled" on it and burned flames, the purple ink Jiao grabbed at will, and the huge black flames penetrated into these substances, and after a few breaths, even the rocks and sand began to burn.

With a roar, the black flame around the claws was launched, turning into a line of fire, flying forward, hitting a rockery on one side of the proving ground, and immediately the rockery began to burn violently, and the entire rockery turned into lava and dissolved all. This move is exactly the Moyan Purple Fire Refining Heart Gang.

The purple ink Jiao opened its mouth and sprayed wildly, spitting out purple ink-colored flames in its mouth, this flame was like a cloud of mist, like smoke and fog, falling from the sky, like a dark cloud, a hundred zhang square, the vast earth, all in it, no place is not under its cover, like a pouring of water, not an inch of land.

The mist fell to the ground, the earth began to roll, the gurt began to bubble, and the ground turned into a pool of lava, and within a hundred meters it became a world of magma. This is the Hell.

Yu Zecheng waved his hand, the purple ink Jiao disappeared, the trial ground began to recover, all these lava turned into nothingness, and a group of divine consciousness thoughts flew into Yu Zecheng's brain, this is the summary and analysis of the purple ink Jiao in the trial field.

Among them, the grip of the purple ink jiao, the grip strength, the impact force, the wind speed, the strength of its own inflammation, the attack range and other data, all entered the brain, and he knew the purple ink jiao well.

Fang Cai's Ink Flame Purple Flame Refining Heart Gang, the Purple Ink Jiao can only be launched four times a day, in fact, it is the black flame hovering under its limbs and claws. The Flame Heaven Hell can only be sprayed once a day, and if it continues to spray the next day, the attack range will be reduced by half, and it will return to normal after three days.

But Yu Zecheng was not depressed, because he roared, and suddenly eleven purple ink Jiao appeared in the air, and these eleven three-zhang long purple ink Jiao danced with the wind, and with them, Yu Zecheng dared to challenge any Qi cultivation period immortal cultivator.

If it was before, he might have dared to shout and challenge the slogan of all the disciples in the foundation building period, but when he saw Ye Han and the divine power of a bamboo sword, he didn't dare to say it anymore, you must know that this Xuanyuan Sword Sect is only one of the doors, and there are one hundred and seven factions alongside him, the world is big, there are no surprises, there are countless masters, even if he has thirty-six purple ink Jiao, facing a bamboo brother, that is, a pillar of incense, and then a bamboo brother Bacheng began to decompose the Jiao body to extract dragon tendons, and he will thank himself for sending so many treasures.

Looking at these purple ink jiao, Yu Zecheng laughed three times, and immediately withdrew these purple ink jiao into his body, as soon as they entered the acupoint, his whole body was shocked, and the true yuan power of Xuegang surged violently under this stimulation, doubling continuously, and doubled in one breath, before stopping.

Yu Zecheng absorbed the true Yuan power of Xuegang, Qi Na Dantian, rubbed all over his body, his bones exploded, and he calculated silently, as long as he broke through the five acupoints, he could reach the innate intermediate level, and now it depends on the speed at which he captures the ghost king, if everything goes well, after four months, he can advance smoothly.

Without further ado, act immediately, Yu Zecheng immediately went to the courtyard to report to the third senior brother, who knew that the third senior brother was also in retreat, and he would be able to leave the customs in about seven days.

Yu Zecheng had no choice but to tell the fourth senior brother who was sitting motionless under the grape trellis forever.

(To be continued)