novelpro Chapter 1726: The Netherworld, Wandering Souls Riot
Chapter 1726: The Netherworld, Wandering Souls Riot
As soon as he stepped into the dark passage, Mo Fan felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. Although it did not affect his body, the gloomy Nine Nether Yin Qi made him feel a physiological instinctive rejection.
Mo Fan's thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately activated his Netherworld Ghost Body. He no longer felt any discomfort, but instead felt warm all over, as if he was bathing in a hot spring.
"Nine Nether Yin Qi is indeed the favorite energy of ghost cultivators!"
Mo Fan thought to himself, and then he saw a ray of light appear in front of him.
Although the light was very weak and not as bright as the space in Jiuzhou, it was much better than the endless darkness around it. At least the vision was no longer obstructed.
Mo Fan's mind moved, and the soul power in his body surged, directly protecting Fan Jiu behind him, and then he took the other party out of the passage.
Soon, his vision became completely clear.
What I saw was a dry well, and there was a lot of dust piled up in this dry well.
Mo Fan looked down at his feet, but couldn't help but frown.
This is not dust at all, it's clearly bone powder!
"It seems that the power of time also plays a huge role in this Nine Netherworld."
Mo Fan murmured to himself before looking around.
This dry well is not big, with a diameter of only about ten feet, but it can easily accommodate these monks.
After all, apart from Fan Jiu who still had a physical body, the other cultivators were only in the form of souls. It could be said that they didn't take up much space at all, and could even overlap with each other...
"So this is the Nine Netherworld?"
"The Yin energy here is indeed many times more intense than that of the Kyushu Continent!"
"I feel that if I absorb a few more breaths of Yin Qi here, my cultivation will be able to achieve a new breakthrough!"
Huang Quan, Ji Yin and other ghost cultivators all showed joy on their faces after feeling the strong yin energy in the dry well.
"These guys are really a bunch of bumpkins!"
"Yeah, it's obvious that this ghost has never seen the world!"
"It seems that the Yang World is no better than our Nine Netherworld. There are so many fresh and delicious creatures, but they are still trapped in the bottleneck of the Holy Realm. Tsk tsk... What a bunch of pitiful ghosts!"
"That's right! If we hadn't run over out of curiosity, we wouldn't have been caught by the master. The world of the living is really dangerous!"
"..."
Seeing the inexperienced appearance of the ghost cultivators coming from Jiuzhou, the eight little ghosts sneered. However, when Mo Fan swept his cold eyes over them, these guys became honest again and shut up immediately.
"You guys, stay here and protect him."
"Ghost One and Ghost Two, come with me and leave this dry well."
Mo Fan raised his finger and pointed at Fan Jiu, giving orders to the group of little ghosts in the Holy Realm. Then he asked Fan Jiu to prepare to adapt to the Nine Nether Yin Qi, and then slowly withdrew the soul power that enveloped the other party.
Soon, Fan Jiu's face turned pale.
Mo Fan frowned slightly upon seeing this, and was about to protect the other person, but Fan Jiu gritted his teeth and said, "I can hold on!"
Seeing this, Mo Fan stopped and finally withdrew his soul power completely. However, he saw a stream of blood rising from Fan Jiu's body and turning into a blood-colored beam of light that rushed out of the dry well.
"what?!"
Mo Fan's face changed slightly when he saw this. Fan Jiu had not expected such a commotion to occur, so he quickly suppressed the Qi and blood in his body and restrained the surging blood.
"Uuuuuu——"
"I smell it! That surging blood energy can't possibly be the breath of the undead!"
"I once saw from afar that the Ghost King of White Bone City captured a living being from the mortal realm. It seemed to have the same aura!"
"There are definitely living creatures hiding in the ruins over there!!"
"Hehehehe... Legend has it that as long as we undead devour living beings, we can break through our cultivation. This may be our chance!"
"..."
Soon, a large number of ghostly howling sounds were heard outside the dry well, causing Mo Fan to frown slightly.
Then he released his divine sense, and soon he took in the entire scene outside. Sure enough, he found that groups of ghostly fog were flying towards him.
"Master, the breath of this creature has attracted some wandering ghosts nearby. I'm afraid that more powerful ghost cultivators will come here soon." Gui Yi immediately said to Mo Fan.
Upon hearing this, Fan Jiu's already pale face turned even paler. He couldn't help but say bitterly, "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, I didn't know it would be like this. I'm afraid I've caused you trouble this time."
"It doesn't matter. We are not here just to guard this dry well. Even if they don't come to us, we will find them."
"They are just a bunch of weak wandering ghosts and evil spirits. This emperor doesn't even take them seriously."
Mo Fan sneered and shook his head, then gave an order in a deep voice, "Bai Yi, it's rare to have so much cultivation resources here, so I'll leave it to you to handle. Don't waste it."
"Yes, Emperor!"
The man in white nodded immediately, then turned into a ball of ghostly mist and rushed out of the dry well.
"Come on, let's go out and join in the fun!"
Mo Fan smiled slightly, and immediately led the ghost cultivators out of the dry well.
"Master, I can sense that there are extremely powerful guys among those wandering ghosts around here. Some have even reached the level of ghost catchers and are not weaker than us brothers. Are you sure that the guy in white can deal with so many wild ghosts?" Gui Yi asked curiously.
"Of course, he is the Prime Minister of my Wan Yao Dynasty!"
Mo Fan spoke calmly. The reason why he chose to let Bai Yi take action was because he had just observed it with his divine sense.
Although there were many wandering souls attracted around, the most powerful ones were only in the late stage of the Holy Realm, and had not even reached the peak of the Holy Realm.
Although this is still much higher than Bai Yi's cultivation level, strength is not only measured by cultivation level. Bai Yi also has two powerful ghost weapons, the Nine Nether Divine Grinding Mill and the Witch God Tower.
This is the real reason why Mo Fan dared to let Bai Yi take action.
When they flew out of the dry well, they were shocked to find that there were scattered ruins above them. However, because their bodies were in soul state, they were not disturbed by the entity, so they passed directly through the ruins and came to the real outside world.
After passing through the ruins, Mo Fan's vision immediately widened, and all he saw was a gray and dark scene.
There were still endless sounds of ghosts and wolves howling all around, and figures were approaching from afar, but Mo Fan just glanced at them and then looked up at the sky.
However, he discovered that there were also stars in the sky, and the light of the Nine Netherworld was projected by those stars, which surprised him a little.
Mo Fan had imagined the Nine Netherworld to be extremely dark, with even the sky being a grey gloom, devoid of any stars. However, he discovered that it wasn't what he had imagined. Looking up, he could see a sky filled with stars. It wasn't as dark as the nights of the Nine Provinces, but rather resembled a rainy day with the sun blocked out.
At this moment, dense ghost fog had already appeared around the ruins, and it was almost impossible to see the end at a glance.
"There are so many ghost cultivators?!"
Even the two ghosts, Ying Mei and Su Meng, couldn't help but be surprised after seeing this scene, but they were not worried at all.
Although they have now turned into ghost minions and their strength has been greatly reduced, they still possess the powerful cultivation of the Saint Venerable Realm. They can deal with most of these wandering ghosts who are not even at the Saint Venerable Realm and wipe them all out with a wave of their hands.
"The one who comes forward will die!"
A man in white stood in the air, and at some point he had summoned a bone tower that was suspended above his head. His eyes were sharp as he swept towards the ghosts in all directions.