Devouring Myriad Ghosts System

True Immortal Soul Grass, as the name suggests, is a spiritual grass that grows under the nourishment of a true or powerful Immortal Soul.

This kind of spirit grass can be added to various spirit medicines at will, and it only takes a little to make the spirit medicine reach the level of immortal medicine.

The True Immortal Soul Grass can also be taken alone, and the effect is just as powerful.

However, this kind of fairy grass only exists in the classics left over from ancient times, and it has not really appeared in the spirit world for tens of thousands of years.

According to the records in ancient books, a true immortal is a real immortal who is more powerful than a Mahayana monk.

Mahayana is the supreme existence in the spiritual world, at the top of the pyramid.

However, during the catastrophe, the last three Mahayana monks in the spiritual world disappeared.

Live or die no one knows.

Among the three major cultivation empires, the most powerful monks are the monks in the late stage of the tribulation.

The lifespan of a fit monk is close to ten thousand years, and a monk who crosses the tribulation can easily live for tens of thousands of years.

It's just that at this level, all disputes in the world are meaningless to them, and their only purpose is to pursue the illusory road.

But the spiritual world has gone through more than 100,000 years, what is the road to the great way? No one can explain clearly.

In the world of comprehension in ancient times, the understanding of the road of the great way was eternal life, but with the continuous development and advancement of cultivation, gradually the practitioners discovered that the road of the great way is not as simple as eternal life.

Because immortality does not seem to be a pleasant thing, even more like a punishment.

If so, what is the point of pursuing eternal life? punish yourself?

Many practitioners have been thinking about this issue, and have written a lot of books on philosophy of cultivation.

Among them, the three most famous books are "The Way Is Not Eternal Life", "Theory of Comprehension and Comprehension", "Are you in a daze after immortality?" "

These three comprehension philosophy books well explain the confusion of practitioners in the era of great cultivation.

However, it has its own thrust in the dark, and the pursuit of greater strength is still the direction that human cultivators desire.

The invasion of the underworld made this desire a necessity, otherwise not only the individual would perish, but the entire population would be extinct.

It seems a bit far-fetched here.

In fact, if the True Immortal Soul Grass really exists, it means the existence of a True Immortal.

At this moment, everyone was staring at the colorful grass inside the transistor in the hands of the little old man on the stage.

If that is really a true immortal soul grass, the world view of the entire spirit world will be completely subverted.

Because in the era of great cultivation, it is generally believed that true immortals do not exist, and that is just a beautiful imagination of practitioners in ancient times.

"Hmph, old man Yuan, that's just a fake immortal soul grass. If the old man is not mistaken, this spirit grass should have grown from a monk who passed the tribulation or a Mahayana monk who fell for some reason. The thing is It’s a good thing, but if you say it’s the real Immortal Soul Grass, this old man is suspected of being a fraud, and he dares to fool around in front of this old man, so there’s nothing else this old man wouldn’t dare to sit on.”

Just as the monks in the audience stretched their necks to look at the stage, an old voice came.

He could only hear his voice, but not see the person, nor could he tell where the sound came from.

It seemed to sound directly in everyone's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the voice of the ancestor Tianfeng.

Many monks looked around trying to catch a glimpse of the face of the ancestor Tianfeng, but there was no shadow of the ancestor Tianfeng in the venue.

Standing on the stage, the old man who was called Yuan Lao by the ancestor of Tianfeng rolled his small eyes, his expression was a little embarrassed, and then he smiled and said, "Senior Tianfeng has good eyesight, and this junior dare not say anything deceitful. It’s just that I haven’t finished the introduction. The previous introduction is a bit exaggerated. It’s just that this true immortal soul grass does not exist in the world. Soul Grass."

The old man Yuan was thoughtful, and after being exposed, he managed to make things right in a few words, neither offending the ancestor Tianfeng, nor making everyone feel unreasonable.

Yuan Laoer's full name is Yuanshan Shangzun. He is a demon cultivator in the mid-stage of Void Refinement. He is strong or not, weak or not. He is a master of poison and a resident monk of the Black Prison Star.

Although this old man has a cultivation base, he looks just like a bad old man wandering on the street.

But don't look at Yuan Laoer's sloppy look, there are really not many people who dare to provoke him.

The powerful forces on the Black Prison Star did not dare to provoke them easily, because this old man has no bottom line, he can do everything, and he never follows Ming, and the tricks of stealing eggs behind the scenes are endless, making it hard to guard against.

Countless monks were killed by this old man.

"Old man Yuan, don't talk about it, tell me the price." Chi Kuang saw that the magic python seemed to be very interested in this fake immortal soul grass, and said impatiently.

"Hey, since Lord Demon Lord is so anxious, the old man is not too foolish. If he wants this fairy grass, he can exchange it with the Nether King grass. Come out and exchange immediately." Master Yuanshan said with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the audience quieted down, not to mention the Nether King grass, and the entire spiritual world of the Black Prison Starfield.

This is a kind of ghost grass that grows in the depths of the underworld.

This is not to say that it is impossible to get it, but it is too difficult, and I am afraid that the monks who have crossed the robbery have such a glimmer of hope to get it.

A fit monk like Tianfeng Patriarch couldn't do it either.

"I'll follow suit."

Just as the entire venue fell silent, a melancholy voice sounded.

Everyone followed the prestige, and the one who spoke was a strange monk standing beside Chi Kuang.

Chi Kuang smiled slightly, isn't this a free gift, the Nether King Grass is naturally extremely rare in the spirit world, and it is harder to get it than to go to the sky.

But it is different for the magic python, he is originally a ghost from the underworld, and his status in Jiuyou country is not low, so it is not surprising to have the ghost king grass.

"Oh, yes? Take it out and have a look." Yuanshan Shangzun showed a touch of surprise, he didn't expect that someone actually had it.

It was said that the Venerable Luoyuan Mountain's breathing was a little unsteady, his small eyes were fixed on the magic python, and his desire to get the Nether King Grass was almost uncontrollable.

Yuanshan Shangzun is refining a poison called 'killing immortals'.

Even the monks who fit the poison can't resist it. Once poisoned, not only the body, but also the soul will be quickly infected. From poisoning to poisoning, it only takes more than ten seconds.

If the antidote cannot be taken within three minutes, the body will turn into a puddle of black water, the primordial spirit will be completely shattered, and it will disappear.

In the more than 100,000 years of the cultivation world, 'Slaying Immortals' has only appeared twice in total, and every time it appeared, several powerful figures would fall.

So far, there is no living record that the Nether King Grass is not the material used in the ancient recipe of "killing the immortals". It should have been Candle Dragon Grass. One can imagine how rare it is when it grows old.

However, after decades of research, Yuanshan Shangzun found that if the Candle Dragon Grass was replaced by the Nether King Grass, the effect would be better, and the toxicity of the 'killing immortal' would be doubled.

Venerable Yuan Shan was obsessed with refining poisons, for him there was nothing more ecstatic than refining a strange poison.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the magic python at the same time. This disguised ghost of the underworld was calm and unhurried. When he stretched out his hand, a wooden box appeared in his hand and slowly opened it.

A dense miasma emanated from the wooden box.

But in the blink of an eye, many monks around showed painful expressions, and some of them couldn't bear the erosion of miasma.

Yuanshan Shangzun was only a few meters away from the magic python, but the little old man was not affected by the dense miasma at all. He even sniffed hard with his nose, enjoying the smell of the miasma.

Shangzun Yuanshan dealt with poisonous plants and demon flowers all day long. Not only did his body get used to various poisons, but he also cultivated a unique poisonous body of demon spirits, which can be said to be invulnerable to all kinds of poisons.

Inside the wooden box lay a five-inch short brown withered grass. The front end of the grass blade is very wide, and the leaf pattern on it looks like a grimace.

Shangzun Yuanshan frowned slightly, "Fellow Daoist, although the old man has never seen the Nether King Grass, he has searched many ancient books. According to the above description and some blurred pictures, this is not the Ghost King Grass, but a The ghost king grass that grows on the Death Star, the old man didn't see that it was at least three thousand years old, so it was considered a treasure. use."

There was a chill on the demon python's gloomy face, he didn't expect this old man to know a lot, and he knew what the Nether King Grass looked like.

"Oh? Really, isn't this the Nether King Grass? What a pity." The magic python pretended not to know, and then put away the wooden box.

A greedy look shot out from the eyes of the magic python, and the smell from the True Immortal Soul Grass in Shangzun Yuanshan's hand was so sweet that every time the magic python smelled a trace of breath, the magic energy in its body would stir.

It is as if an addict is enduring his addiction with a bag of drugs in front of him.

The magic python tried its best to restrain its impulse. The ghosts belonged to the highest group in the underworld, and they had already left the most primitive state of the ghosts.

But at this moment, the magic python has returned to that original state, just because the soul smell emanating from the fake immortal soul grass in Yuanshan Shangzun's hand is too tempting.

The magic python has never encountered such a powerful soul power, and this soul power is pure soul power without any support.

At least it is also the soul soul of a monk who has crossed the catastrophe.

Swallowing this powerful soul power, the strength of the magic python can jump to a great level, from a demon general to a great demon general, and even a slight possibility of evolving into a devil king. If this is true, the fit monk is just a beast in front of the magic python. Just ants.

The magic python almost lost consciousness for a moment and fell into a state of madness. If the magic thought hadn't attacked the magic pill in time, the magic python would have rushed to the stage to kill Yuanshan Shangzun.

The magic python is not afraid of the Venerable Yuanshan, nor the monks behind him.

What he is afraid of is the ancestor of Tianfeng who doesn't know where.

No matter how hungry the magic python is, he dare not forget his real purpose of coming to the Tianfeng fair today - to kill the ancestor of Tianfeng.

Even though the magic python is extremely uncomfortable at the moment, just like a drug addiction attack, he dare not lose his sense of control.

The terror and deterrence of His Royal Highness Sahara Kassapa, the prince of the Yinsi tribe, was so powerful that even the magic python was frightened even on the black prison star, and did not dare to show any rebellion.

Sakyamuni is the seventh son of the ruler of Jiuyou Kingdom, and the patriarch of the Yinsi clan is Sakyamuni's mother.

He himself is a demon king of the underworld, controlling an army of tens of billions of underworld ghosts, and the vast underworld star field in the Yin Division of the Nine Nether Kingdom.

Shaluo Kassapa only needs one look, and it is enough to kill a minion like the magic python.

At the same time, there are ten million ways to make life worse than death.

The magic python is really scared, so scared to death, so no amount of temptation can shake his mind.

The magic python had to wait, waiting for Fei Lian and the others to complete the arrangement of the Xiao Mi Tian Jiu You Formation.

Once this set of ghost formations is activated, no one in the formation will escape.

In order not to disturb the ancestors of Tianfeng, Fei Lian and the other three had to slow down their actions, so the speed of arrangement was relatively slow.

More than two hours have passed, and the magic python has not received the signal that the arrangement is complete.

This is also the reason why Magic Python sat patiently watching the exhibits from entering the high-end venue to now, otherwise it would have started already.

On the other side of the front row, Wu Chanda of the Earl's Mansion looked at the magic python from time to time. He had never seen this person before. When did the magic sect have such a number one figure?

Similarly, Chi Kuang was also surprised by the Ye Hun sitting next to Wu Chanda. Before that, Chi Kuang had no idea that there was such a person in the Earl's Mansion.

"Master Yehun, do you want to do something?" Wu Chanda's eyes flashed fiercely. He had long disliked Chi Kuang. These years, the Earl's Mansion has suffered a lot from the Demon Sect, but the current situation of the Earl's Mansion The strength is not enough to crush the opponent, so Wu Chanda has been holding back this tone.

Now with the support of An Ye, the force behind him, he can finally vent his anger.

Wu Chanda narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Chi Kuang, and said in his heart, hum, Chi Kuang, our Demon Sect absolutely shouldn't, we shouldn't touch the Dark Night Killer. The empire spreads across every corner of the spirit world, who else but Dark Night?

"Don't worry, there is another colleague on the way here. With him, our confidence will increase several times. The person next to Chi Kuang is very weird, and I can't see it clearly." An invisible shield completely blocked his voice, only Chi Kuang could hear it.

"Master Yehun, what kind of star killer is this colleague you are talking about?" Wu Chanda asked curiously.

"Five stars."

"Hiss, five stars! Isn't that higher than Master Yehun's star?" Wu Chanda gasped.

"What's so strange about being taller than me? There are many assassins with a higher star rating than me in the dark night. If there is no one thousand, there are eight hundred. Four-star killers are nothing special. In the dark night, they are just middle-level killers." She looked at Wu Chanda with a rare and strange look.