A month later, in a narrow valley in the Devil's Mountain, a terrible ghost roar echoed, and there was a chilling laughter: "Boom ...... Boom"

Hundreds of ghosts floated around in mid-air, killing and biting each other like a pack of mad dogs.

Suddenly, they stopped their movements and stared at the entrance of the valley with two glowing eyes, their eyes shining with greed.

The billowing mist parted, and a bouncing puppet walked in with a blank face, holding a small hammer with a gleaming black light in his hand.

The hundreds of ghosts looked at each other suspiciously, not knowing what was going on, they were stunned for a moment, and the fierce ghosts led by them suddenly screamed, and the ghosts roared wildly, hovering and pounced up.

I saw the puppeteer pull out the stance, pick up the small hammer and strike left and right, and every time the hammer strikes, a ghost will scream and dissipate into a cloud of gray smoke.

Poof!poof......

As if chopping vegetables and melons, the puppeteer turned into a dancing whirlwind, and wherever it went, ghosts flew around, letting out a scream.

It's just a cup of tea, nearly 200 ghosts have been killed, and the rest are scattered and fled, and the fierce ghosts led by the one intimidated and screamed, but no ghost dared to step forward again.

Finally, it had to go into battle on its own, jumping from a towering rock in the valley and slamming it into the ground with a pop, sending rubble flying.

I saw that it was five feet tall, covered in fine scale armor, dark all over, and holding a knife with a large door panel in its thick thigh-thick arm, but it was a wild strong ghost, and its momentum was the fourth level of ghost soldiers, and its bright eyes were fierce and terrifying.

Click, click.

It stepped on the gravel and walked up, its eyes flashing fiercely, and suddenly the big knife on the door turned into a cold light, and the slanted shoulder strap slashed straight at the puppet man.

Seeing that the blade was about to fall on the puppeteer's neck, suddenly a white spell shot out from behind itself, and after falling on it, the puppeteer's figure flickered, and the door panel dagger swept over its figure, but it only made a soft pop.

Hercules looked surprised, tilted his head and looked in front of him, not understanding why he swept by with a knife, but it had no effect.

The figure of the puppet man gradually dissipated, and it turned out to be just an afterimage, and the real puppet man did not know where to go.

Suddenly, the figure of a puppeteer flashed behind it, and the small hammer in his hand was raised high and smashed down.

Phew!

With a shocking bang, the black light of the small hammer flashed, hitting the head of the powerful ghost, and the black light burst out in an instant.

The ghost screamed, and the huge skull fell apart, turning into black smoke and lingering, and the puppeteer's men kept coming, picked up the small hammer and smashed it twice, smashing the body of the strong ghost into black smoke.

There was a miserable cry from the black smoke, and a pair of eyes that were about to collapse were frightened and unwilling, staring closely at the gloomy fog at the entrance to the valley.

Click......

With the sound of light footsteps, the mist was broken, and a round-faced boy who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old walked out with a smile.

The black boots on his feet were shining, a white ghost was flying around his body, and a large and sturdy ghost was holding a large sword behind the palace, staring on guard.

The young man glanced at the gray smoke of ghosts in the valley, as well as the body of the large mass of wild ghosts that had collapsed, and grinned, "Amu, good job!"

As he spoke, he took out a soul refining tower and threw it above his head, striking out a magic decision, and suddenly the soul refining tower swelled and became larger, and a black hole cracked at the bottom, emitting a huge suction force, quickly pumping the diffuse ghost gray smoke into it.

"Xiao Hei, be in charge of vigilance. Master wants to rest here!" the young man ordered the Hercules behind him.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the white ghosts circling around his body to turn into a swift white glow, driving away the gray smoke of those distant ghosts in all directions, and bringing them all to the front of the Soul Refining Tower, so that they could be easily inhaled.

He himself walked up to the puppeteer, grinned and touched its head, reached out and lifted its left and right armpits, took out the two spirit stones that had been consumed, and replaced them with two new ones.

Then he went around and saw that there was no danger in the whole valley, so he found a flat rock and sat down, and found a sharp stone and wrote and drew on it, and there were valleys, rivers, and borders, and it turned out to be a map.

This young man is naturally stoned.

He had been out of the mountain for half a month to try, and he was cautious before, only looking for a place where dozens of ghosts gathered, and when he fought, the spirits and magic weapons were exhausted.

Who knew that it was really a knife to kill chickens, and those ghosts were not vulnerable at all, and they were killed in three or two clicks, but Shi Dong was not even warmed up.

Only then did he marvel that he had already changed his shotgun, and he was also a fourth-level minor monk in the Qi refining period!

So he began to find some mountain bags where hundreds of ghosts gathered, and he and Mao Feifei had to fight exhausted when they joined forces before, but now it was effortless, and it was enough to release Amu alone.

It turned out that in the wild environment, ghosts were the lowest-level Yin Qi creatures, and only with the instinctive devouring ability, the gathering of 30 ghosts together was equivalent to the strength of a first-level minor cultivator in the Qi refining period.

Above the ghosts, there are inferior ghosts, they are higher-level yin qi creatures that have evolved from ghosts devouring each other, and an inferior ghost is equivalent to the strength of a first-level monk in the qi refining period.

Above the inferior ghosts, there are wild spirit ghosts, the most common are the primary spirit ghosts, and then there are the first, second, and third level of ghost soldiers...... Up to level twelve.

The level strength of the wild ghost soldiers is slightly higher than that of the Qi refining period monks, and if they fight purely in the flesh, the monks do not have much advantage, unless they are cultivating by strength.

However, the monks have a variety of magic weapons and spirit ghost battle combinations, and their resourcefulness is higher than that of wild ghost soldiers, so monks who have entered the fourth layer of the Qi refining period still have a certain chance of surviving in the Devil's Mountain.

Shi Dong has long understood these truths, but he has been lacking in practice, and he doesn't know whether it is right or not, and now he has tried it himself, killed thousands of ghosts, and gradually became more courageous and appetizing, and specially found the kind of place where ghost soldiers occupied the field to clear the field.

And his tactics are also flexible, this time he uses puppets to open the way, and then uses light spirit ghosts to bless it with light spirit magic, and sure enough, it can sweep such a valley alone, killing more than 200 ghosts and 1 fourth-level ghost soldier.

It turned out that after Shi Dong was promoted to the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Period, he fought against the puppeteer again, and after defeating it, it was not beyond his expectations, and the puppet man was also promoted, and now it is equivalent to the strength of the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and with the middle-grade magic weapon Sky Shaking Hammer, it is simply a cold-blooded killer that makes the enemy fearful.

The harvest of this battle was very great, and the number of ghosts accumulated in the Stone Movement Soul Refining Tower had reached more than a thousand, and the ghost soldiers of the second, third, and fourth levels had also collected seven or eight.

If these things are taken back and sold, 100 ghosts can be sold directly to the monks, and they can be sold for up to 10 spirit stones, and 1,000 is 100 spirit stones;

In this way, he earned a total of 400 spirit stones on this trip, which is still half of the way to repay Wang Baobao's debt of 800 spirit stones.

"Hmm...... Time is running out, there is still half a month left before the March period, but there are still 400 spirit stones left, why don't you go to the vicinity of the White Bone Mountain to have a look?" Shi Dong touched his chin, looking at the map and thinking secretly.

The route he took this time was carefully designed, along the border between a cloud and mist peak and Zawang Peak, there is no too dangerous area here, although it is far away, but as long as you cross the White Bone Mountain, you can reach the meeting point agreed by Zhou Denuo.

The only challenge is naturally the White Bone Mountain, which is rumored to be entrenched by fierce ghosts, and if you are not careful, you will turn into a white bone and sleep forever.

The other route is shortened by half, but it needs to cross the ghost pool, where the environment is complicated, the treasures of heaven and earth are mixed with powerful ghosts, and there are monks of the five major sects who are trying to test there, and if Shi Dong passes through it, it will inevitably attract people's attention.

Therefore, he would rather take a detour to ensure safety, not to mention, after crossing the White Bone Mountain, and then turning east, it is the road out of the mountain.

In the bottom of his heart, he still has a glimmer of desire to go home, if he can't even go to the White Bone Mountain, how can he talk about going home?

So he also wanted to take this route to see what was so dangerous and prepare for going home in the future.

After thinking about it, Shi Dong still planned to go to the vicinity of Baigu Mountain to take a look, after all, this time he went out of the mountain to try alone, and it has been very smooth, and his strength has only exerted four or five percent, and he is not willing to take some risks.

The idea was made, and the Soul Refining Tower also absorbed the ghost gray smoke to the fullest, and Xiaobai chirped excitedly, and arched in front of him, like a puppy pleasing to his master.

Shi Dong laughed, twisted a ghost with his fingers, threw it in front of it, and said with a smile: "Little glutton, eat it!"

Xiao Bai looked very happy, his eyes lit up, and he pounced on it and swallowed the scattered ghost in one bite, and his body swelled a little.

Shi Dong was in a happy mood, and was about to pick up a few more ghosts to feed Xiao Hei, when suddenly his thick eyebrows raised, as if he heard someone passing by.

He hurriedly waved his hand, collected the Soul Refining Tower, then gathered the Light Spirit Ghost and the Bloodthirsty Hercules to his side, and put the puppet man away, and then lightly hid behind a huge rock.

As soon as it was hidden, the fog at the mouth of the valley was thick, and three figures walked in, and one of them shouted loudly: "Shi Dong, you little bastard! dare to cross the line and run to the territory of our Zawangfeng to test, hurry out and let us search our body, otherwise we will kill you!"

Shi Dong's heart froze, he poked out an eye, and quietly looked at those people, and saw that dozens of feet away, there were three monks wearing the clothes of Zawangfeng, and the faces of the two were somewhat familiar at first, as if they had seen them somewhere.

Looking at the last person again, Shi Dong's heart jumped suddenly, and he secretly shouted: "How could it be him?"

I saw that the man had a sad face, his face was full of wrinkles, and his sideburns were gray, and he turned out to be the old disciple who wanted to buy his bloodthirsty ghost several times in the gambling ghost shop, the old disciple who begged bitterly and finally left in tears.

Suddenly, Shi Dong felt that all this was not simple, and what happened next was only afraid that his surname was at stake.

His heart was beating wildly!

The palms of my hands also sweated instantly.

(I went out during the day, and I was in a bad state at night, and I was sleepy, and I wanted to change it, but a book friend urged me to change, and I came to the state in an instant, and I coded such a chapter.) If you think it's good after reading it, don't forget to collect it!)

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