Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 768

In the blink of an eye, Chu Sheng came back to life after a near death.

After all, he was not a delicate prince who was raised in the palace, and he had experienced many battles, and he immediately noticed something was wrong when he came back to his senses.

"What is Zhenbei Hou doing?"

Even though this name is high above and coercing hundreds of millions of ghost troops, Chu Sheng couldn't help roaring:

"King Lu's ghost king masters have already hit the door, why didn't he make a move? And General Qi, where are they all?"

"General...General." Beside him, the ghost with six ears had keen hearing, and had detected the abnormality in advance, and said tremblingly:

"Something is wrong, Zhenbeihou's army seems to be... retreating?"

"What?"

Chu Sheng was taken aback, and the expressions of the other ghosts changed drastically.

This time to conquer King Lu, King Zhao's ghost army is dominated by Zhenbeihou and General Qi, and the army of Zhenbeihou is the closest to them.

Now that an unknown master has come, Zhenbei Hou sees the opponent slaughtering his own ghost army, not only did he not do anything, but he is still retreating?

"General!"

The clever ghost spoke immediately:

"The situation is not good, let's... withdraw too!"

"Withdraw?" Chu Sheng's eyes twitched:

"Withdrawing the army before the battle, retreating without a fight, this is a capital crime, even if we escape now, the prince will not let us go!"

"But General, the other armies are also retreating, even the Marquis of Zhenbei is also retreating, why don't we stay here and wait to die?" A ghost glanced around, unwilling to growl:

"General, the current situation is unclear. We still put our own strength first. It is not a wise move to resist this time!"

"Yes, General!"

"General, let's retreat!"

The scene just now made all the ghosts lose their fighting spirit, and they couldn't help but speak out to persuade them.

Chu Sheng's eyes struggled, and when he looked sideways, he saw that the spider king's place had been shrouded in the strange mist, and the ghost king's middle-level spider king's aura had dropped sharply.

To know. . .

In addition to the middle-level spider king of the ghost king, there are also tens of thousands of spider ghosts raised by him, each of which is capable of devouring ghosts.

But now, with just a few breaths, many powerful auras disappeared.

The breath of the Spider King was also concealed.

The middle-level ghost king, in front of that unknown ghost, is so vulnerable?

Seeing this, Chu Sheng felt a chill in his heart, and without further delay, he waved his big hand and shouted:

"Back!"

…………

Inside the map of hell.

Each of the ten halls of Yan Luo stands on one side.

Some of them hold banners, some hold swords, and some hold pagodas in their hands; some have cold eyes, some are kind, and some are majestic.

These ten god statues sit on one side respectively, and they have the real Nascent Soul cultivation level in the hell map, and they also possess many secret methods.

Even the Shifang Shajie and the Ksitigarbha Original Vow Sword, they all have practice.

But all the methods that Moqiu has practiced, touched, or even glanced at have been inherited in the hell map, and they have fallen on these beings born from the illusion one by one.

"kill!"

The King of Wheels holds a sword, steps on a lotus, and points the tip of the sword forward, and the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword, which senses the seven stars, has locked on the opponent.

King Qin Guang held the mace, his body swayed, and teleported to the back of a huge spider. The mace swung like a mountain falling down.

King Yan Luo unfolded a picture scroll, and the mountains and rivers inside were undulating and falling downwards.

The other Yamas used their abilities, and for a while, many magical powers and secret methods complemented each other, and colorful divine lights intertwined and fell in the sky.

"Boom..."

"boom!"

Rao is the Spider King with rough skin and thick flesh and great supernatural powers, but under the siege of these ten fearless Yan Luo, he also fell into a disadvantage.

"upbraid!"

Accompanied by a low growl, a flash of thunder suddenly appeared in the middle of the eighteenth floor of hell.

Shout out to Zhen Lei!

The lightning came swiftly, ignoring the distance, and struck directly on the spider king's soul, making it instantly stiff and unable to move.

Yama of the Ten Palaces took the opportunity to swarm up and attack frantically.

Cai Zhenren on the side had already shown the golden crow's dharma appearance, he couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this, and put away his dharma appearance with a light sigh, as a foregone conclusion.

"Wow!"

Flames rose, and dozens of fire dragons roared out, flying around a hundred miles away.

Ghosts that looked like spiders but had human faces on their backs were burned one after another, and the crystal clear spider silks were burned and refined.

I do not know how long it has been.

The spider king's corpse had also been reduced to ashes, and the spider corpses in the field disappeared, only 36,000 spider threads were flying in the air.

The spider silk is slender and barely visible;

The spider silk is transparent, as if it does not exist.

The spider silk is long and slender, stretching to an unknown geometry?

Thirty thousand spider threads rippling in the air, like a illusory river, connecting the void at one end and extending to an unknown place at the other end.

"Soul silk!"

Cai Zhenren's eyes were full of inspiration, and he said in a solemn voice:

"This kind of spider silk is fused with the ghost king's essence and refined by real fire. Its quality is so high that it is already comparable to ordinary magic weapons."

"Excellent!"

"Only in the underworld can this treasure be born."

One root is equivalent to a magic weapon.

And here, there are a total of 36,000 spider threads!

It seems unbelievable to say, but it is also a matter of course.

The Spider King was originally the top ghost king sitting down from King Zhao, and there were dozens of ghost generals around him, and he brought out most of the deployment of the Spider God Cave this time.

There are tens of thousands of powerful spider ghosts, plus the spider silk accumulated by the Spider King himself for tens of thousands of years, this is how there are so many.

certainly.

In the meantime, the incineration and refining of Moqiu Erzhuan Jiyin True Fire is indispensable.

Without such powerful real fire and meticulous refining, there would not be so many finished products.

"It's a pity." Cai Zhenren sighed lightly and continued:

"The soul silk has no substance, and is hardly restrained by the yin and yang and five elements. It is definitely a treasure, but it can only be used for the soul, and its usefulness is too limited."

"En." Mo Qiu nodded slowly:

"So, it's just what I need."

"Oh!" Cai Zhenren raised his eyebrows:

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Refining." Mo Qiu opened his mouth and raised one hand at the same time:

"Condensation!"

The sound falls.

The spider silk floating in the field immediately converged towards the center, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a length of Zhang Xu, like a piece of cloth trembling back and forth.

Cai Zhenren was thoughtful, as if thinking of something, his expression suddenly became solemn.

"go!"

Don't beg for non-stop movements, slamming with one hand.

Accompanied by his movements, the map of hell that originally shrouded the surroundings also retracted, and it was thrown towards the cloth intertwined with spider threads.

really!

Cai Zhenren's eyes lit up, and he nodded slowly.

"The soul thread has no substance, but it can entrust the soul, and it can devour ghosts to strengthen itself. This is quite imaginable with Mo Mou's hell map." Mo Qiu said:

"I use these spider silks to refine the map of hell and use it to enshrine the secret method. Not only can it increase the power of the map of hell, but it can also reduce the pressure on Mo Mou's own soul."

"It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone."

While speaking, dense images began to appear on the spider-threaded cloth.

If you take a closer look, the picture is exactly the scene of the 18th floor of hell, including the ten temples of Yama, many ghosts and even the punished souls.

Infinite ghosts and monsters, millions of ghosts, all within this zhangxu.

"Shua!"

Mo Qiu stretched out one hand, and the map of hell fell into his palm.

"From now on, this picture is both a secret method and a magic weapon. If the merits and virtues are perfect, it can swallow ghosts and souls to grow on its own, and it can also form a world of its own to accommodate hundreds of millions of living beings."

"Congratulations." Cai Zhenren bowed his hands in complete confidence:

"Mo Daoist's secret technique is extraordinary, and even Cai's art of forging amazes him. If he achieves such a great treasure in the future, it will definitely be a holy weapon of the sect."

The current map of hell is just a preliminary refinement, and it is still far from being perfect, but its future potential can already be vaguely discerned.

The two talked freely, treating the ghosts around them as if they were nothing, and the upper echelons of King Zhao's ghost army should have known something, so they didn't approach.

Let them refine weapons easily.

"Mo Daoist!"

At this time, a voice shouted from far behind:

"My lord is calling!"