The Kuiyin River encircles the village, and you can't see how far it stretches to the east or to the west.
But suddenly it roared, and countless streams of pure, yin water surged back, like a tornado descending from the sky, transforming into a huge, clear, and transparent water dragon that tightly enveloped Fang Zong.
The purest energy transforms into raindrops.
One drop, tug;
Two drops, drip-drop;
Three drops, drop drop drop...
It's unknown how much energy it took to gather into this single drop of crystal-amber-like liquid, which seeped into Fang Zong's entire body, encountered the dragon's yang energy, and then suddenly erupted.
The explosions inside his body were incessant, and Fang Zong felt as if every one of his 108,000 cells was being deeply massaged.
The yang energy surged even more fiercely, and its power became even greater.
When I opened my eyes, the flames had turned into a pure blue, and a faint blue light emanated from my eyes, instantly piercing through the entire river!
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to Summoner Red Hand Chaos! The Dragon Yang Qi has been completely refined and promoted to Dragon Yang Qi (Demon)!"
"Double kill! Congratulations to Summoner Taotie Tunhe for absorbing the pure Yin energy accumulated by the Kuiyin River since ancient times. Yin turns to Yang and transforms it into pure fuel!"
Dragon Yang Qi (Demon) surges +1, surges +1, surges +10!
The dragon's male energy (demonic) flames burned to their limit, their wild and surging power reaching its peak!
Congratulations to the Summoner on your incredible luck! Your Dragon Yang Qi (Demon) has advanced to True Yang Qi (Sub-Demon), and your current level is Spell Level 1!
"Hiss!" Upon hearing the information provided by Ninth Sister, Fang Zong gasped.
His violent breathing stirred up a gust of wind, which swept up the ethereal spirits, making it seem as if he was about to swallow them whole.
Fang Zong quickly shut his mouth, suppressing his excitement.
Looking down, I realized that my body had reached the golden ratio, almost perfect.
"This power..." The power was even stronger, as if it could shatter the sky with a mere gesture!
God and I have no grudge against each other!
Fang Zong chuckled to himself, calming his emotions and slowly clearing away the 'illusion' caused by the surge of power.
"What's the situation with the sub-demon?" Fang Zong asked in a low voice.
Ninth Sister replied, "It's a little weaker than a demon-level spell, but it's almost as close as a demon. Don't underestimate sub-demon level spells. Even Iron Armor Silver Robe (demon) and Weakness Critical Strike (demon) have a 10% chance of being downgraded to ordinary spells when they advance."
"So you're saying I got a huge advantage?"
Fang Zong stretched his body and smiled softly.
Yes, it's very powerful.
He could sense the power of the True Yang Qi sub-demon level spell, which was a fundamental improvement to every cell in his body, leaving Youming Zhen far behind.
"It's done. With this, I now have two spells. If I upgrade one more, I'll be a true spell-level expert."
Fang Zong was very satisfied with what he had gained.
Even if he doesn't gain much benefit in the end, it won't be a wasted trip!
With a light touch of his toes, he rode the waves, and at a high level of intimacy, the Kuiyin River actually carried Fang Zong to the riverbank on the old man's side.
Fang Zong landed on the shore, stretched his body, and asked, "Do you have any clothes?"
There was holy light between her legs.
His clothes were completely ash from being burned by the flames.
The old man didn't answer, staring at Fang Zong with his old eyes as if he were looking at a terrifying monster.
The villagers, now ghosts, were dumbfounded, their throats gurgling.
On the other side of the Kuiyin River, Emperor Chen Wu, hiding in the bushes, was spitting out blood and frantically trying to suppress the injuries caused by the shock and riot.
"Cross the Kuiyin River directly?"
"No! He consumed all the energy in the Kuiyin River!"
"The Kuiyin River, which refuses to let the living cross, is like his grandson, willingly giving him all the energy it has accumulated since ancient times!"
Emperor Chen Wu murmured in disbelief, then suddenly crawled out of the bushes, reaching out as if a dying man were grasping at a sliver of hope offered by God:
"Don't go, come back! Good young man, save me first!"
"The ghost baby is tough to deal with. It might trick you. Come here first, don't..."
Emperor Chen Wu roared hoarsely, but unfortunately he was too weak. Although the distance between him and Fang Zong appeared to be only a few dozen meters and a ten-meter-wide Kuiyin River, it was actually more than a hundred miles.
He watched Fang Zong leave, and then...
climb!
Climb like crazy!
"Young man, don't go! I don't want to die!"
"My injuries are too severe to get out. If I stay here, I'm doomed. No, I have to crawl!"
Emperor Wu of Chen struggled to climb to the bank of the Kuiyin River, intending to take Fang Zong with him when he escaped.
That's right, Fang Zong will definitely escape.
Ghost babies are terrifying!
Fang Zong didn't hear the call from behind, and just happened to be unable to turn around.
He decided to do it, and asked the old man to take him to find the ghost baby.
Regardless, he had to see the ghost baby and resolve the unpleasant suspicion in his mind.
The old man and the ghostly villagers were overjoyed and led Fang Zong towards the village.
Fang Zong followed behind the long dragon of ghosts, and soon the group arrived at the cluster of dark blue-green buildings.
This architectural complex, in my opinion, resembles some ancient water towns in Jiangnan, except that the bricks and tiles are all green, carrying a gloomy atmosphere, which is just right for the dwelling of ghosts.
The gloomy atmosphere blew in with the wind, somewhat cool, but not bone-chilling. Upon contact with it, Fang Zong even felt a sense of calm, lung-cleansing, and vision-improving effects.
What a great place!
Fang Zong sighed inwardly.
“It’s mine!” he whispered.
The group arrived at the village gate, which was made of wood and was also dark blue-black.
"My lord, you must help us get rid of the ghost baby! But if you can't defeat it, you can leave first..."
The old man turned around, his face kind and gentle, but it was clear that the other party didn't have much confidence.
The villagers' spirits suddenly sank; Fang was their hope, but the hope was still rather small.
Fang Zong, wearing the ghost clothes given to him by the old man, laughed and said, "It's alright, old man, you..."
As they were talking, the door suddenly swung open from the inside.
Fang Zong looked over and saw a ghost dressed in the clothes of an ancient clerk, wearing black boots, swaggering out.
Several little ghosts followed behind.
"Chen Er? You..." The old man spoke angrily, his aged body trembling, and he looked at Fang Zong with a face full of embarrassment.
This ghost named Chen Er is the same ghost who just said, "He deserved to die." He didn't come along, but unexpectedly, he arrived at the village even earlier than them.
Judging from Chen Er's current attire, one doesn't need to ask to know what the other party has done.
“That’s right, I informed Lord Ghost Infant.”
Chen Er, with his long, narrow face and beaming spirit, said, "Old village chief, please don't blame me, Chen Er. From ancient times to the present, people always strive for higher positions, water always flows downhill, and good birds choose good trees to perch on."
Although we are spirits, we are no different from ordinary people; we also have a human heart.
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