Chapter 2999: A Million Ghosts

Chapter 2999: Millions of ghosts.

"It's been so long, nothing will happen, I guess it's not a good place."

"Hope it's all right, or we're all screwed."

"This should be the center of the Soul Devouring Trapped Spirit Formation, and the danger inside is much greater."

Seeing that Lu Shaoyou had gone in for more than ten hours and hadn't come out, the ground was broken and the ice was thousands of miles away, Mu Xinran and the three of them had long been worried, but the central area of ​​the black mist was difficult for even them to approach.

"laugh."

The space behind the three of them fluctuated, and Lu Shaoyou's figure appeared behind the three of them. Sensing the fluctuation of breath, the three of Bing Qianli immediately turned their heads and looked alert for a moment.

When they saw that it was Lu Shaoyou, the three of Bing Qianli looked suspicious for a moment. Lu Shaoyou was clearly inside, so how could he suddenly go outside.

"It's all right."

Lu Shaoyou said to the three of them, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. This time, he has gained a lot. The three middle-level cultivators of the ancient realm are enough to benefit the soul clone of the ancient ghost flame body.

As for the Soul Devouring Trapped Spirit Formation, after Lu Shaoyou erased the soul imprint in the formation with the help of the soul clone of the Immemorial Nether Flame Body, he found that this large formation was obviously capable of counter-controlling.

The Soul Devouring Trapped Spirit Formation is cold and weird, not a good thing, it is just suitable for the big soul baby to refine and congratulate, so Lu Shaoyou handed it over to the big soul baby without hesitation.

At this time, the Soul-devouring and Trapped Spirit Formation was already being fused by the big soul baby, and during the refining and fusion, Lu Shaoyou realized that the Soul-devouring and Trapped Spirit Formation had not exerted much power at all in the hands of the Miehun three. As a treasure of the Soul Devourer Clan, the Soul Trapped Array has countless magical functions, it can be used for offense and defense, and its value is comparable to a psychic treasure.

It is not difficult for Lu Shaoyou to know that after the big soul baby has completely fused and refined the soul-devouring array, the energy and evil spirits of tens of millions of residual souls in the soul-devouring array can become a great tonic for the big soul baby. At that time, the strength of the big soul baby was enough to step into the sky to a terrifying level.

In addition to being able to control treasures such as the Soul Devouring Trapped Spirit Formation in the future, the strength of the big soul baby can also be imagined.

Lu Shaoyou is equally happy no matter whether it is the Great Soul Infant or the Soul Clone of the Immemorial Nether Flame Body whose strength has increased. This also means that his strength has improved again, and he will have another trump card in the future. The main body, the great soul baby, and the soul clone of the immemorial Nether Flame Physique, these three are originally one.

It's just that the big soul baby needs to thoroughly refine the Soul Devouring Trapped Spirit Formation, and it won't be successful in a short time, but Lu Shaoyou doesn't care about this time, just wait slowly.

"It's okay..." Listening to Lu Shaoyou's words, the eyes of Mu Xinran, Bing Qianli, and Potu immediately fell on Lu Shaoyou, and Potu said: "Lu Shaoyou, Miehun and the others are still in the formation, what should we do?" How to get out?"

"In the future, it is very unlikely that there will be Miehun and the three of them in this world. This Soul Devouring Formation will come out as soon as you think about it." A faint voice came from the billowing black mist in front of him with a natural cold and bloody aura. After stepping out, the figure of the big soul baby slowly walked in front of the three of them.

"Miehun and the others..." Hearing the words, Potu stared back and forth between the two figures of Lu Shaoyou and the big soul baby.

Looking at Potu and Bing Qianli, Lu Shaoyou opened his mouth and said with a faint smile, "You guys still remember the bet, whoever kills Miehun will join the other party's legion, and the Poyun Legion will be renamed the Xiongfeng Legion in the future."

"You...you killed Miehun?" Potu's eyes changed drastically. Although he saw with his own eyes that Lu Shaoyou was able to defeat the three of Miehun, it was hard to believe that Lu Shaoyou would be able to kill the three of Miehun.

Let's not talk about the difficulty of killing an ancient mid-level cultivator, not to mention that this is still within the opponent's Soul Devouring Trapped Spirit Formation, and it is even more impossible to kill.

"The three of them are already dead." Lu Shaoyou wiped Potu and Bing Qianli with a little chill in his eyes, and then said: "Let's go out first, the three of Miehun can ambush you here, and the rest of Poyun Legion probably It’s hard to escape.”

"Oops, the elites of the Poyun Legion should have arrived at the Zhongjing Mountain Range soon." Hearing this, Potu's expression changed drastically. Miehun and the others had already made arrangements, and most of the elites of the Poyun Legion could not escape the murderous hands.

"Chi Chi..."

In the dim space, on top of a mountain that had not been affected much, the big soul baby stood in the air, with mysterious handprints in his hands condensed with the monstrous cold and bloody aura.

As the big soul baby's handprints condensed, the distant sky trembled, and nine jet-black streamers rushed towards them like meteors. In the end, the big soul baby waved his hand, and a mysterious nine-pointed pattern flew out from the center of his eyebrows, and nine jet-black streamers Sweeping into the last disappeared within the mysterious pattern.

"Woo hoo."

Under the desolate whine, the mysterious nine-cornered pattern immediately entered the big soul baby's eyebrows and disappeared, and the big soul baby also immediately returned to Lu Shaoyou's mind space, wanting to completely refine the soul-devouring trapped spirit array, need some time.

When the Soul Devouring Trapped Spirit Formation was put away, the surrounding space returned to light, but there was still a strong chilly aura in the space, which made people feel uncomfortable.

But Breaking Ground, Bing Qianli, and Mu Xinran stared at Lu Shaoyou as if they had seen a ghost, and said, "You...you counter-controlled this Soul Devouring Trapped Spirit Formation of the Soul Devouring Clan?"

"What, is there a problem?"

Lu Shaoyou glanced at the three of them, his figure flew out of the sky, and he reached the far sky in a flash, and the voice came out: "There are many ghosts ahead, and they are probably besieging the Poyun Army."

"not good."

Hearing the words, the ground broke, his eyes were ugly, he stomped on the mountain with his feet, and immediately chased after him.

Bing Qianli and Mu Xinran looked at each other, and immediately followed behind.

The vast mountains are boundless, hundreds of puppets are floating low in the sky, and no less than 50,000 figures with sharp aura are waiting in the surrounding sky, but their faces are extremely dignified.

"Woo hoo."

In the surrounding mountains, streams of cold energy soared into the sky in an instant, carrying streams of dark energy, accompanied by the sound of howling ghosts and gods, which made people tremble.

In just a short moment, countless underworld figures appeared around the mountains, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, and the surrounding sky suddenly changed color, like a sign before a storm.

The tens of thousands of people who were trapped suddenly looked up one by one. The densely packed ghosts appeared, like a dark cloud covering the sky, passing by, and the ghost energy covered the sky and made the soul tremble. Millions are in Mingling.

"Deputy Commander Feng, we are surrounded, with millions of ghosts, we will not be opponents."

"What the hell is going on here? How come there are so many ghosts in the Zhongjing Mountain Range."

"It's over, we have no rescue at all."

"Even if there is, we won't be able to sustain it for such a long time."...

The millions of ghosts that appeared at this moment made these tens of thousands of people look at each other with fear in their eyes. Everyone knew what would happen after falling into the hands of the ghosts.

"Quiet, at this point, the only option is to fight to the death and escape as much as possible." Feng Huo's eyes were gloomy and ugly, looking at the densely packed millions of ghosts around him, such a big battle is rare around here.

Feng Huo's eyes finally fell on the hundreds of spirits in front of him who were particularly powerful. At least three of the first-level Eternal Realm and hundreds of Nirvana-level cultivators, under the blockade of this kind of strength, it was difficult to escape at all. He wanted to escape. After narrowly escaped death, the auras of the three elementary spirits of the ancient realm had already been locked on his body.

"Kill, don't let anyone go!"

"Kill all these tiny humans!"

The surrounding dark space trembled, murderous stern voices soared into the sky, turning into astonishing sound waves and reverberating in the surrounding sky, one after another ghost figures immediately directed at the disciples of the Poyun Legion like locusts crossing the border. Coming through the air, without the slightest stagnation, one attack after another fell directly.

"Fight, kill."

"Damn Mingling, I will fight you."

The elite children of the Poyun Legion also came out of the slaughter. Facing this kind of slaughter at this time, they immediately regained their senses after being lost, and rose up to resist. They summoned one after another spiritual weapons, and the attack energy was like bombs. Like resounding.

It's just that the number of disciples of the Poyun Legion is too small. Under this kind of siege and massacre, they were immediately suppressed.

"Boom!"

The astonishing aura shook the entire Zhongjing Mountain Range. Under the siege of millions of ghosts, for the members of the Poyun Legion, this was simply a massacre.

"what……"

In an instant, the miserable howls and ghostly howls of Ming Ling gathered into thunderous bangs and reverberated in the air.

At this moment, the Zhongjing Mountain Range is like a purgatory, with a murderous aura that makes the world tremble!

"The underworld is attacking, what should we do?"

In the distant sky, tens of thousands of people landed on the hidden mountain peak, looking at the sky from a distance, the sound of fighting resounded, and their eyes flickered.

"Look at the lineup, there are no less than a million ghosts, and the people from Poyun Legion are finished. As a human race, we can't just ignore death, let's do it."

On the mountain peak, a half-old man moved slightly in his toga, with white hair on his temples, a fiery breath spread all over his body, and his eyes began to fluctuate with murderous intent. It was Han Ming, the leader of the Iron Blood Legion.

"Brother Han, the leader has orders, we must wait for them to come, we can't act without authorization." Zhui Ming said to Han Ming.

"At this time, it's a very important moment. I can't control so much anymore. If you don't take action, the Poyun Legion will be in trouble." Han Ming gritted his teeth and waved: "The Iron Blood Legion will follow me to rescue the Poyun Legion."