(Today's Chapter 1) A miserable wail continues to echo here, and from the wailing voices of these ghosts and ghost monks, we can know that different cultivations will be hurt differently. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the black pool where these monks were, there was a black liquid rippling, and these black liquids kept coming out with black bubbles.

The reason why these monks wail is obviously because of this black liquid, and these cultivations are in it, and their cultivation cannot be exerted at all, and they can only accept the constant torture of this black liquid.

And in the deepest part of this black pool, there is a ghost creature wrapped in a black robe, he is the only one in this pool who does not let out a wail, but there is also a cold snort that keeps coming out, and it is obvious that he is also suffering a lot.

He is Zhen Shuai, Zhen Shuai under the black robe, his face has become distorted because of pain, and there are black lines on his face that continue to appear, as long as there are lines, the pain on his face will increase by a point.

"Boy, resist it, I've suppressed part of the damage of this ghost liquid to you, you must resist it" The voice of the skull reverberated in Zhen Shuai's body, cheering him on.

"There are ghosts that don't wail under this ghost liquid," a monk in the late Yuan Infant period looked at Zhen Shuai at the back of this black pool, and said with interest.

"It's really rare to see hard bones like this, but it won't last long, wailing is the main theme here," said another monk beside the mid-infant monk.

There was a look of pleasure on his face, and the fingers of his right hand moved rhythmically with the constant wail, which seemed to be the most beautiful sound for him.

The time of a pillar of incense passed quickly, and the wails of the early Yuan Infant ghost Dao monks and the early Yuan Infant ghost creatures came to an abrupt end, and they directly turned into a black liquid and merged into the ghost liquid in this pool.

An old man in the middle of the Yuan Infant moved his nose and sniffed it fiercely, his face showed a look of enjoyment: "That's the smell, it's been a long time since I've smelled such a rich ghost liquid."

"As long as these ghost monks and ghost things all turn into black liquid, then this ghost spirit liquid will be considered complete, and when the time comes, with this ghost spirit liquid, we can start to break through the late Yuan Infant stage, and at that time, my ghost and ghost sect will definitely prosper!" said another monk beside him with excitement.

In this black pool, ghosts and ghosts and monks turned into black liquid, fusing with the black liquid in this pool.

I don't know how long it took, there were only three left in this black pool, these three had two ghost objects, a ghost monk, and one of the ghost objects was also Zhen Shuai, at this time he still did not wail, and was silently suffering from this pain that even the Yuan Infant Monk could not bear.

"This ghost thing seems to be a little different," said one of the mid-infant monks, looking at Zhen Shuai.

"It's really a little different, could it be that he has a treasure in his body that can resist this ghost liquid?" said another mid-primordial monk with questions.

The two people's divine senses probed directly towards Zhen Shuai, and then there was a look of shock on their faces, and then they both looked up to the sky and laughed.

At this time, the skull in Zhen Shuai's body was helping him resist the damage of this ghost liquid, and there was no way to hide it, because as soon as the skull withdrew its help to Zhen Shuai, he would definitely turn into a black liquid like those ghosts.

"I didn't expect this ghost to have a holy weapon in it! God help me!" said a mid-infant monk with a red face after laughing.

The two of them didn't even have a heaven-level magic weapon, let alone a holy weapon, and now that they saw that there was a holy weapon in this ghost thing, their excitement and joy at this time could be imagined.

At this moment, the ghost monk and the ghost thing directly turned into a black liquid and merged into this ghost liquid, making the ghost qi contained in this ghost liquid more sufficient.

"What about this ghost?" asked a mid-infant monk.

"Wait, after this ghost object turns into nutrients for the ghost liquid, the holy weapon will naturally belong to us," said another mid-infant monk who looked at Zhen Shuai with fiery eyes.

"If he dies, I'll die even more, if you want to get me, you must guarantee his life first!" The voice of the skull came out at this moment, and the voice of the old man echoed here.

Hearing this, the two mid-primordial monks glanced at each other with an even more shocked look, and then muttered in shock, "Machine spirits?"

"Yes, I'm a machine spirit, I'm a ground-level holy weapon, and now I've become this kid's natal ghost weapon, you know the natal ghost weapon, the master is dead, and I can't live" The skull's voice continued to come out.

When these two mid-primordial monks heard this, the shock on their faces had already turned into anxious colors, how could this ghost thing that had entered the ghost liquid be able to get it out if they wanted to?

And these two mid-Yuan Infant monks are also anxious because of this, the natal ghost weapon, the master is dead, this ghost weapon will be destroyed even if it is a ghost weapon at the level of a prefecture-level holy weapon, and now if you get this ghost thing, this ghost thing will definitely die directly.

If you don't get this ghost thing, this ghost liquid will continue like this, and this ghost thing won't live for long.

"Injecting all the essence blood of the three early infantile ghost path cultivators into this ghost liquid can directly condense this ghost liquid and save this kid's life, so that you can hope to get me" The voice of the skull continued to come out.

"Is this an option?" asked one of the mid-infantile monks.

"It should be feasible, this ghost weapon with a machine spirit must also want to live, it deceives us and does it no good" Another mid-primordial monk nodded.

"Then I'll call the three early Yuan Infant Ghost Dao monks" Hearing this, the Yuan Infant Middle Stage monk didn't stop, and went straight outside.

"I wonder how the senior became the natal ghost weapon of this ghost thing?" the mid-infant monk asked.

"It's a long story, anyway, if you want to get me, you have to ensure the safety of this kid, if this kid has any accidents, I won't live, and I will directly destroy myself" The skull said, his voice extremely serious.

When Zhen Shuai heard these words, he was undoubtedly moved, he didn't expect the skull to have this side.

"Senior, please rest assured, we will guarantee his safety, our Ghost Netherworld Sect also needs a young sect master, I think he is very suitable" The mid-Yuan Infant monk hurriedly spoke.

With his words, he directly pulled Zhen Shuai into their camp, of course, the main purpose was for the holy weapon.

At this time, there were four figures flying in outside, flying in front of the three Infant Ghost Dao monks, behind them were the Infant Monk in the middle stage, these three Ghost Dao monks had some discomfort on their faces, it was obvious that they were not flying in front of the voluntarily, it was the mid-Infant Monk who asked them to do this.

The "Sect Master" The three early Yuan Infant monks bowed to the Yuan Infant Middle Stage monks in front of them.

The mid-Yuan Infant monk glanced at them, and with a wave of his right hand, he directly attacked them, no matter whether what the ground-level holy weapon said was true or not, he had to give it a try, first, these three early Yuan Infant ghost Dao monks, in his eyes, were nothing compared to the ground-level holy weapon, and second, because of the ground-level holy weapon.

The earth-level holy weapon is really too rare, if his cultivation breaks through to the late Yuan Infant stage and has this earth-level holy weapon, then he is very likely to become the strongest existence in the Western Continent.

Of course, what he didn't know was that the ability of this ground-level holy weapon skull was suppressed, even if he held it in his hand and attacked with this skull, he wouldn't use much ability, because this skull was specially used by the sea god to help Zhen Shuai, and if he wanted to give full play to the strength of this skull, only when Zhen Shuai's strength was enough, the ability of this skull would be slowly unsealed.

The mid-Yuan Infant Monk's shot was very decisive, and the mid-Yuan Infant Monk behind these three people also made a decisive move, the faces of these three Yuan Infant Early Stage Monks changed greatly, they didn't expect to shoot at them directly, and it was a dead hand.

They knew that their sect master was practicing the ghost liquid, and they also guessed that they might not be able to do it at all, this time the mid-infant monk suddenly called them, they thought that they had a chance to get this ghost liquid, but they didn't expect to attack them directly, didn't they get the things needed for this ghost liquid?

But now in this battle situation, even if these three early Yuan Infant monks want to delve deeper, they have no chance, the two Yuan Infant Middle Stage monks attacked the three of them, and their abilities were much stronger than them, and in just a while, they were seriously injured.

It didn't take long for the three early primordial monks to die, and the essence blood in their bodies was continuously transported into the black pool, and after the essence blood of the three early primordial infants entered this pool, the black liquid here calmed down, and Zhen Shuai's painful face slowly eased.

Soon, the essence blood of these three early Ghost Dao monks was all withdrawn and entered the pool, and there were only three dried corpses left of these three ghost monks.

"It works!" said a mid-infant monk with a happy face.

But soon, his joy condensed, his head looked back, and it didn't take long for a majestic momentum to come in from outside the hall, and a monk and a turtle appeared.

"You two are finally here! I was scared to death, I thought my life was over, uncle" The skull shouted when he saw the monk and the turtle, his voice was both excited and afraid.

"Are you alright?" the monk asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can't die yet," the skull shouted.

"Two fellow Daoists, wouldn't it be okay to directly break into my Ghost Netherworld Sect like this?