Chapter 2383 Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella

Rumbling, with the purple-clothed female cultivator as the center, explosions could be heard in a radius of hundreds of miles, the void twisted and vibrated, and the powerful air waves swept away everything.

"So it's not a Buddhist cultivator, huh," the figure of a female cultivator in purple emerged from the air waves. She looked at Wang Hao and Wang Hao indifferently, and suddenly let out a sharp and ear-piercing ghost cry that resounded thousands of miles around.

Countless sword energies exploded, and the Bagua patterns became illusory, as if they would disappear in the next moment.

The female cultivator in purple flicked her sleeves, and a small black umbrella flew out. The black umbrella emitted strong fluctuations of Yin Qi, and a ferocious grimace could be seen on the umbrella.

As soon as the black umbrella opened, there were bursts of shrill ghost cries.

The purple-clothed female cultivator entered a magic spell, and the black umbrella quickly expanded. Countless Yin Qi emerged, and a large number of ferocious ghosts flew out of it. There were dozens of ghosts in the Void Refining Stage, and hundreds of ghosts in the Divine Transformation Stage. Only.

This is a top-grade heaven-reaching spiritual treasure, the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella, which can accommodate tens of thousands of ghosts.

Wang Hao's eyes were solemn. The black umbrella was similar to the ghost flag in his hand. It was not difficult to deal with a single ghost, but if there were too many, even the combined monks could not hold it.

"But if you want to win with numbers, you've made the wrong calculation." Wang Hao chuckled and turned to Yuan Fang, "Fellow Daoist Yuan, just protect yourself!"

Yuan Fang lit the electric coupler, not daring to be careless. The Ten Thousand Buddhas Lamp emits rich golden light, forming a thick golden light curtain, firmly protecting her in the middle.

Tens of thousands of ghosts made pitiful screams at the same time, resounding for tens of thousands of miles.

Even with several layers of protection, Yuan Fang still felt dizzy, her body felt weak, her breathing was rapid, and her face quickly turned pale.

Tens of thousands of ghosts launched sonic attacks at the same time, which even a Mahayana monk would not be able to deal with.

Wang Hao squeezed the magic formula, and the ghost flags flew out from his sleeves. They instantly swelled and thousands of ghosts flew out. Under the leadership of Qu Shuang, they all let out ghost cries.

The sound waves canceled each other out, and Yuan Fang felt better.

But this is not enough. Because of feeding Xiaochan, there are not many ghosts left in the ghost banner. After a long time, they will not be able to compete with the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella.

Wang Hao immediately opened his Rakshasa ghost hand, and a terrifying suction force appeared, and thousands of ghosts were sucked in instantly.

Some ghosts in the Void Refining Stage wanted to resist, but waves of demonic roars came from the hands of the Rakshasa ghosts, and the ghosts instantly lost their ability to resist.

Although it is called the Rakshasa Ghost Hand, its strongest combat power is a dozen demon souls. These demon souls are immortal. They have been tortured by Wang Hao for many years and have long lost the power to resist.

"Brother Wang, I will deal with these ghosts, you concentrate on dealing with the ghost cultivators!"

Yuan Fang said in a message that although Wang Hao cast spells one after another and gained some advantages, he did not pose a threat to the woman in purple at all. If this consumption continues, it is they who will suffer.

Wang Hao nodded. He didn't know how many ghosts there were in the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella. It would take time for Rakshasa Ghost Hands to digest these ghosts. If too many were put in at once, the demon souls and undead pupils would not be able to suppress them.

He jumped into the sky, squeezed the magic formula, and the Rakshasa's ghost hand instantly swelled. A big black hand appeared above the head of the purple-clothed female cultivator. Before it fell, a terrifying suction force came out.

If eliminating ghosts does not solve the problem, then eliminate ghost cultivators.

Yin energy rolled over the body of the purple-clothed female cultivator, condensing into a big black hand, holding up the Rakshasa ghost hand so that it could not fall!

But the Rakshasa Ghost Hand continues to absorb Yin Qi, making the Yin Qi Ghost Hand become thinner and thinner.

Upon seeing this, the purple-clothed female cultivator let out a sharp and ear-piercing roar, and a terrifying figure emerged from behind her. It was the shadow of a fierce ghost, hundreds of feet high, and flashing with a rich black light.

Li Gui raised his hand to take over the Yin Qi hand, and the Rakshasa ghost hand could not fall down.

Wang Hao frowned, and with a thought in his mind, the Star Bronze Bone Lamp appeared in front of him, a ball of red flames flew out, the temperature suddenly rose, and flew towards the ghost shadow.

Li Gui opened his mouth and spat out a ball of black will-o'-the-wisp, drowning the red flame. The red flame was quickly corroded and disappeared quickly!

The star bronze bone lamp bloomed with dazzling spiritual light, and a green luan flew out of it, landing on Li Gui Xuying's body instantly, and Li Gui Xuying emitted a burst of green smoke.

The purple-clothed female cultivator had an anxious expression on her face. With a pinch of the magic technique, the ink-like Yin Qi on Li Gui Xuying's body began to flow, and an astonishing chill appeared, extinguishing the flames on her body.

Wang Hao frowned. Qingluan True Fire was invincible against ghosts. This was the first time he encountered this situation. It didn't have much effect, but it was restrained by ghosts?

Suddenly, Wang Hao smelled a familiar scent and suddenly realized.

"Water of the Netherworld, you actually used the water of the Netherworld to temper the Dharma!"

Wang Hao's face darkened. The Netherworld Water was so suitable for ghost cultivators. If the other party was entrenched here, they must have found the Netherworld Water long ago.

"Huh, so what? Originally, the master didn't want to cause trouble, so I blame you for being too curious. You insist on breaking in. You are really looking for death!"

The female cultivator in purple said in a cold voice.

"It's not certain who is seeking death. Do you think you will win?"

Wang Hao's figure flashed and turned into a mysterious fire phoenix with a wingspan of thousands of feet. The surface of its body was burning with flames. As soon as the low-level ghosts approached the mysterious fire phoenix, they were ignited and turned into a series of Yin Soul beads in an instant. .

Yuan Fang's eyes narrowed, "Brother Wang's transformation skills don't seem to have much to do with the Yuan family. Could it be that he just stole some peacock true blood out of curiosity?"

At this time, tens of thousands of ghosts also rushed toward her, making piercing ghost cries.

A five-color peacock shadow appeared behind Yuan Fang, and the colorful aura was flowing erratically.

As soon as she raised her hand, a huge colorful hand appeared in the sky, and the ghosts covered in it evaporated instantly, turning into gloomy beads.

"Are you monks from the Feiling Clan?" the purple-clothed female cultivator frowned. The Feiling Clan was powerful and famous, so she naturally knew it.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?" Wang Hao chuckled, and with a burst of wings, a large piece of phoenix mysterious fire flew out, surrounding the purple-clothed female cultivator and the ghost shadow, and at the same time divided and surrounded a large group of ghostly ghosts.

Rakshasa ghost hands and ghost banners opened their bows left and right, cooperating with Yuan Fang, and within a short time tens of thousands of ghosts were seen entering them.

Without the ghosts, the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella is just an empty shell, and its aura dims.

The face of the purple-clothed female cultivator turned ugly. Before she could get angry, the fire around her suddenly grew brighter, and a large number of mysterious runes emerged from it. A huge pressure came oncoming, as if it wanted to crush her.

The source of Qingluan Fire is only a Qingluan True Feather, and its strength is limited.

The Phoenix Mysterious Fire is different. The Phoenix Mysterious Fire activated by Wang Hao is a bit stronger than the ordinary fire phoenix tribe monks. After all, he has refined the inherited relics and has a large amount of Mysterious Fire Phoenix true blood in his body. It is not ordinary. The members of the Fire Phoenix Clan can compare!

The purple-clothed female cultivator raised her hand and slapped it hard, sending a black palm print towards the Phoenix Mysterious Fire.

The flames fluctuated, and a big flaming hand appeared and rushed forward.

There was a loud noise, and the black palm prints were smashed into pieces, turning into Yin Qi and scattered!

The Phoenix Mysterious Fire tightened its contraction, and the temperature became higher and higher.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the purple-clothed female cultivator immediately turned into a gust of wind and disappeared from the flames.

Wang Hao frowned, and the next moment, he suddenly turned around, and a ghost suddenly emerged from the void above his head. The void shook and twisted, causing ripples.

The ghost shadow moved its arms, and two ghost claws grabbed Wang Hao.

Wang Hao smiled, and the other party took the initiative to approach him, which he didn't want.

I saw his wings fluttering, and a sea of ​​​​fire appeared in front of him. The area of ​​​​the sea of ​​​​fire was not large, but it seemed to be insurmountable. The ghost claws could never touch Wang Hao. Instead, they gradually dissipated under the scorching flames!

Seeing this, the female cultivator in purple lost all confidence in defeating Wang Hao. She turned into a gust of evil wind again and was about to escape.

But how could Wang Hao let her get her wish? A red fire phoenix more than a thousand feet tall flew out of the sea of ​​fire. The void was distorted by the heat, and green smoke billowed out from the ground.

Unable to withstand the high temperature, the dark wind gathered together again and transformed into the figure of a female cultivator in purple.

With a squeeze of her magic technique, a strong wind blew up, and the shrill ghost cries resounded thousands of miles away. The ghost's shadow reappeared, and it spat out a ball of black flames from its mouth, transformed into a Rakshasa bird, and started fighting with the fire phoenix!

After the loud rumbling sound, the fire phoenix and the Rakshasa bird died together. The red and black flames intertwined, the whole world shook, and the powerful air waves swept the ground flat.