Sea fishing village, soul forest.
Sima Ming leaped onto the top of the main tomb and punched the ground.
The vibration slowed down instantly.
Siming said in a deep voice: "Speed up."
"yes."
The eight people responded in unison.
At the same time, the suppressed main tomb shook violently again.
Everyone didn't check and were blown away along with Sima Ming.
The formation of Zhou Zhou and Hong Xi was also broken.
The remaining two tomb-guarding demons jumped out and landed above the main tomb.
The main tomb was shaking, the ground was cracking, and it was bottomless.
The two gravekeepers jumped down with a whoosh.
Seeing this, Siming jumped up and chased after him: "Follow me."
The eight people followed Siming without hesitation and jumped into the crack.
Zhou Kun was so frightened that his face turned pale and he didn't react for a long time.
Everything around returned to calm, except for that crack, as if everything was an illusion.
A cold wind blew on his face, and Zhou Kun couldn't help but shiver. For a moment, he didn't know whether to leave or stay.
Siming and his companions jumped into the crack. The crack was not as deep as they expected, and they landed on the ground in just ten breaths.
Under my feet was a muddy and smelly ditch, in which something was wriggling, making a rustling sound.
The few of them walked forward along the canal without changing their expressions. With every step they took, they felt a burst of sound under their feet, and the sound of dripping water gradually became clearer.
It was cold down there, freezing cold.
"The yin energy is so strong." He hugged Zhou Zhou tightly.
Siming took out a few talismans and gave them to the people: "Be careful not to let the Yin Qi take advantage of you."
Once the talisman was used, most of the coldness dissipated.
Hongxi asked with great interest, "Boss, how advanced do you think this thing is?"
"Ghost General." Siming's voice was deep and a little fearful.
Among the types of ghosts, meaningless souls are called Yin souls, and they will be directly led to the underworld to be reincarnated.
Hanged ghosts, gluttonous ghosts... These ghosts will affect living people but cannot directly harm humans. They are called ordinary ghosts and need to be purified before they can be reincarnated.
Above ordinary ghosts are evil spirits that can directly cause harm to humans.
According to their levels, they can be divided into evil ghosts, ghost generals, ghost kings, and ghost emperors.
The tomb-guarding evil spirit is considered to be a fierce ghost.
Most of the ghosts that exist in the world today are just ordinary ghosts, or at least a few evil spirits hiding in the world.
Hongxi and his group had never encountered a ghost general before.
Mu Tong exclaimed, his intuition must be very strong: "Boss, have you seen the Ghost General?"
Siming shook his head. He didn’t have any memory of it, so he probably had never seen it.
But strangely, he was clearly aware of the existence of these things.
Hongxi was eager to try: "Ancient books record that this thing is very dangerous, but I don't know if it's true."
Jiang Zhou Zhou bared his teeth: "Are you still a woman?" He was not afraid at all.
Hongxi puffed out her chest proudly and said with a charming smile, "What do you think, little trash?"
Jiang Zhouzhou blushed and turned his head away: "Shameless."
Hongxi was so amused that he chuckled, and the others couldn't help laughing, teasing that Zhou Zhou was still a little chick.
Siming frowned slightly: "Stop messing around, I'm coming."
Several people became alert instantly and paid attention to their surroundings.
A gust of cold wind blew by, the torch in his hand suddenly went out, and the space fell into darkness.
Sima Ming bit his finger and drew it across his eyelids, and the dark world turned scarlet.
Others also used their own methods to see things again.
The black shadow attacked suddenly, and Sima Ming, who was walking in the front, swung out his scimitar and dispersed it.
Following closely behind, countless black shadows swarmed in and others took action one after another.
The first wave of black shadows was very weak, but they were all dispersed in just over ten breaths.
Siming and a few others sped up their pace.
The obstacles on the road continued to increase, but they were all easily overcome and they reached the main tomb chamber.
As soon as they arrived at the main tomb chamber, several people were almost blinded by the golden light.
It was all golden inside, and everything was made of gold, which was very luxurious.
A heavy solid gold coffin was placed in the middle, and inside it was the well-preserved body of a burly man wearing purple and gold clothes and a purple and gold crown on his head.
Sitting right in front of Huang Jinbao was the soul of the man wearing the same clothes as the one in the coffin. He was the ghost general.
On its left and right stood two fleeing tomb-guarding demons.
Siming and his companions stood at the entrance, being cautious and not rushing forward.
The ghost general on the throne looked at them with scarlet eyes, his pale mouth curled up.
He reached out and grabbed the two tomb-guarding monsters in his hands, baring his fangs and swallowing them alive.
Both of them eat ghosts, but the cotton-padded jacket looks cute, while the ghost general looks creepy.
Siming tightened his grip on the scimitar and whispered, "Don't do anything. Set up a trap to prevent it from escaping. Leave the rest to me."
Several people felt the power of the ghost general and did as they were told, not daring to show off.
In an instant, Sima Ming and the ghost general moved at the same time.
Two figures, one gold and one black, met in mid-air, moving back and forth, and the few people could not see their movements at all.
Jiang Zhouzhou hissed, "The boss is getting stronger and stronger."
Jin Tie glanced at him and said, "It's not that he's getting stronger, he's already strong."
Mu Tong shook his head: "I think the boss becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents. He is simply not human."
Hongxi was too lazy to pay attention to the three idiots: "Hurry up and work."
Several people shut up and quickly set up their formation.
With a loud bang, Sima Ming and the ghost general retreated, with vigilance in both sides' eyes.
Jiang Zhouzhou opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Siming rushed up again.
The scimitar in his hand spun rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a dark sickle with a sinister aura.
But it is different from the yin energy in the tomb and from the ghosts.
It has the power to devour and suppress.
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