Those black bugs that burrow into the body are very powerful.

Jiang Li's three thousand spiders were no match at all.

The offspring that surrounded them from all directions and tried to intercept them were instead torn apart by the black bugs, and soon suffered heavy losses.

After all, those black bugs are basically transformed from cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or even above the God Transformation stage. One or two of them would be enough to cause trouble.

How can we resist so many of them pouring in at once, when the dream power, which has just taken shape and has not yet developed, is there any way to resist them?

The dream clone released whispering waves, trying to drag these black bugs into the dream as well.

But these thousands of ghosts who have lost even their human appearance have completely lost the ability to dream.

My best skill came to nothing.

Unable to drag people into the dream, nine out of ten means of the dream clone have been useless. He is about to be pounced on by the black bug and end up with holes all over his body.

Fortunately, Jiang Li was standing behind the clone, so he naturally couldn't let himself suffer any loss.

With a slight movement of his mind, a giant white flame snake followed the silk thread hanging down from Jiang Li's dream and landed on the endless dream bead web.

The Holy Spirit Fire Serpent's long tail slashed, and the Dream Spider Web was immediately burned to ashes when it was touched by the tail made of white flames.

The big snake flicked its tail a few times, crossing dozens of dream webs, and cut the area invaded by the black bugs from the larger spider webs.

These bugs are more terrifying than the plague, so the first thing to do is naturally to isolate them.

The stable connecting threads were broken, and the black bugs lost the way to erode more souls. They turned around and rushed towards the culprit, the Holy Spirit Snake.

Pitch-black insects shot towards the fire snake at an incredible speed like sharp arrows, biting it one bite at a time, trying desperately to get into it.

Even the Holy Spirit Snake was stunned. After he fell into Jiang Li's hands and was refined into the fire spirit of Ghost Lantern Cold Flame, those ghosts would be extremely vigilant when seeing it, even if they didn't run away.

This is the first time I have seen such a brave, or rather such a stupid, ghost.

No wonder every living thing is afraid of death.

The time spent in the City of the Dead was not easy to bear, and the days after the end of life would be even more difficult. These ghosts were tortured to the point that they had lost even the most basic rationality.

After getting these nutrients that had led them into a trap, white flames rose up, and the snake's body, which was already not small, suddenly grew another three feet.

The Holy Spirit Serpent's eyes shone brightly.

I have to say, the quality of these ghosts is really good. It is not easy to find so many high-quality ghosts elsewhere.

The last time he ate such a rich meal was when he devoured the entire heart of a Nine Netherwood tree in the underwater cemetery.

Unfortunately, not all black bugs were attracted to him.

There are also a large number of insects that have bitten through the spider silk cocoons and drilled into the souls of dozens of vines.

Soon, those fragile souls turned into white light and were recovered by the City of the Dead.

Only the protected purple vine monster Shipan remained alive.

Controlling the Wisteria Monster, which had stabilized itself again, he began to sense the outside world a little.

Above the doll world, the huge hand that emerged from the ground still did not stop attacking.

After being blown to pieces by the grandma again, it simply split into countless ghosts and chased the grandma of Mingshan relentlessly.

Grandma Mingshan, who was already in a bad condition, suffered a lot from the constant collisions.

But even in this situation, she still held the dead vine tightly in her hand and refused to give up.

It seems that she really needs Gui Deng Leng Yan.

While the "grandmother" of Mingshan was fighting the evil hand below with all her strength, Jiang Li controlled the tip of the vine and quietly reached into the opponent's sleeve.

He pulled out a wooden sign that the other person had hidden in his sleeve.

At the same time, in a secret room somewhere in the City of the Dead, several monks on duty suddenly looked up and looked at a flickering tablet.

The ranking was covered with cracks, and the name written on it was, Lord of the Polar Fortress, Bai Wu Jue!

"Bai Wu Ju is already dead, but someone took his death card and returned to the City of the Dead!"

The message was quickly conveyed, even though their main force had left at this time and they were short of manpower.

But there were still three earthly immortals who flew into the air, immediately locked onto their target, and rushed towards the cross-dressing man who was making a scene in the sky above Doll Street.

"Who are you? How come Bai Wu Jue's death card is on you?!"

"You are the one who robbed our things!"

"Hand it over quickly, or I will kill you!"

The three unknown earthly immortals were furious when they saw that the "Grandma" of Mingshan ignored them.

Without saying anything more, they joined forces and attacked the opponent.

The combined efforts of the three earthly immortals must be taken seriously even if it is the "Grandma" of Mingshan in her heyday.

Not to mention, he was first eroded by the sea of ​​clouds of resentment above the City of the Dead, and just now dozens of ghost-eating worms drilled into his body.

Her condition was deteriorating badly. She was already in a state of panic dealing with the ghost hand worms that kept emerging from the ground.

Now they are suddenly attacked by three earthly immortals, which increases the pressure even more.

Under such a double attack, the "Grandma" of Mingshan was inevitably distracted, and the strength in her hands unconsciously decreased.

Jiang Li's real body was watching the battle situation closely from a distance.

The time is now!

Seizing the moment when Grandma Mingshan was under the greatest pressure, the Wisteria Monster twisted violently and broke its own body on its own initiative.

By giving up half of his body, he finally broke free from the restraints and dived headfirst into the group of surging ghost-eating worms below.

The besieged Grandma Mingshan had no more strength left. She could only watch the half-broken vine as she plunged headfirst into the worm swarm as if committing suicide.

The vines, which did not resist, were soon pulled underground.

Countless worms transformed from ghosts desperately drilled into his body.

The dead vines, already riddled with holes, welcomed the worms like a highway.

When the worms drilled into the sea of ​​consciousness of the dead vine, what was waiting for them in front was a giant flaming snake that was spitting out its tongue and was extremely excited.

The worms, without any fear, kept pouncing on it, making the flames on the Holy Spirit Snake brighter and more vigorous.

There are countless worms transformed from ghosts under this city. Maybe they can help his Ghost Lantern Lengyan evolve again.

In this way, there is no need to worry about the dream clone for the time being.

In the distance, Grandma Mingshan finally couldn't hold on any longer. After being hit hard a few more times, she simply tore off one of her arms.

Using a technique similar to that of a straw doll, he used his arm to replace himself and threw it to the ghost-eating worms below to divert their target. Then he turned into a streak of light and flashed into a corner of the city, quickly disappearing.

Without the assistance of the massive worms below the City of the Dead, the three earthly immortals would not be able to keep that "grandma" away.

. . . .

After the fun ended, the other monks dispersed and went about their own business.

Jiang Li stood there without moving. After waiting for a while, he heard a series of slight crawling sounds around him.

They are the descendants of the wisteria trees that had fled away before.

Although they can't exert any power without the main body of Shi Pan, Jiang Li had already obtained Shi Pan's seeds.

With his ability, it is not difficult to cultivate a vine of the great demon level again. Or he can let the Nine Nether Wood clone simulate the characteristics of the purple vine demon, and then add the blessing of these small vines, and it will be another earth immortal level combat force.

As for the old lady of Mingshan, Jiang Li had no control over her.

With the help of the death card, the people on the Blood King's side probably think that the body of the Polar Backer King was obtained by the Dark Mountain Grandma.

Next, he could let "Grandma" attract fire in the open while he stayed in the dark to see if he could find some flaws on the Blood Prince's side.

But before that, let’s find a few seniors from our own Dachongshan first.

Jiang Li and Qiu Shui, followed by a dull and wretched young man, began to wander in this super huge city.

The remaining soul of Zhang Bobo obviously no longer has a functioning brain.

The route of travel is also irregular, sometimes turning left, sometimes turning right, and often returning to the original route.

If Jiang Li hadn't had a good level of spiritual cultivation and great patience, he would have slapped this guy to death with a single slap.

After walking and stopping for a long time, they finally stopped in front of four adjacent attics.

"division.."

Zhang Bobo had just opened his mouth to say a word when Jiang Li raised his hand and put him back into the coffin.

Although given his status, it could be barely justified for him to clean up the mess for Shushan.

But since the other party didn't know that Zhang Bobo was dead, Jiang Li thought there was no need to tell this matter.

It is not worthwhile to create a rift between him and Pei Zhongjianshou for the sake of a person with evil intentions.

At worst, I can give Zhang Bobo a bowl of Meng Po soup and let him start a new life.

The four attics in front of him didn't look anything special on the surface, but in one of them, he felt a hidden sword intent that was rushing into the sky.

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How could Jiang Li, who had once had a head-on collision with it, not recognize the Wuya sword intent!

“Finally found it!”

He took out a broken sword from the coffin, and the sword suddenly trembled, echoing the sword intent in the attic in front of him.

"Brother Pei Zhong, what happened? Why did you suddenly activate your sword intent?"

Before Sword Master Wuya came out, the other three beside him had already keenly sensed the change in sword intent and pushed the door open to go out.

Then, they saw the two young men standing at their door.

"Jiang Li!?"

"Kid! Why are you here?!"

When they saw Jiang Li, they all looked surprised.

Especially the previous master of Sutra Valley, Master Jiuzai, could not hide the regret and distress on his face.

After returning that night, the topic that the four of them talked about most was Jiang Li. They all believed that Jiang Li would be the new hope of Dachongshan.

Pei Zhongjianshou also personally taught Jiang Li a sword technique that could split the field.

But this talented youngster whom they had just met not long ago died tragically within a few months and appeared in front of them.

No one can accept such a roller coaster of emotions.

"What force has taken action against Dachongshan? What is the current situation of the Chongshan League?"

"Those guys from Shenshan Jianyi are really useless. How could they let a junior like you take the lead!"

"What a pity! Even if there are many places to go after death, why did you choose to come to the City of the Dead? This is not a good place!"

"This young master is practicing Heshou Zen? Could he be a disciple of Cihang Temple?"

The seniors were as satisfied with Jiang Li as they were now.

Everyone surrounding Jiang Li was sighing.

The other dead people living nearby heard the noise and came over to check.

What was most regrettable was that after the white-haired people greeted the black-haired people, they knew better than to disturb them.

Some of them were also monks from Dachong Mountain, but they had never seen Jiang Li, so they didn't know him.

"Valley Master, seniors, my situation is a bit complicated. There are too many people outside, so let's go inside and talk."

Jiang Li waved his hand to reassure them.

Everyone walked into the small building where Pei Zhongjian lived.

After activating the formation and sealing off the house to prevent outsiders from spying, Jiang Li finally removed his disguise.

Suddenly the vivid disguise faded away, revealing the dead gray flesh.

But there was not a single wound on this body from top to bottom.

The four previous leaders of Dachongshan were all people with outstanding vision and they quickly noticed the abnormality in him.

At least Jiang Li has not been controlled by the false resurrection in the City of the Dead.

"The disciple did not die at the hands of others, but came here on his own initiative!"

"I am not completely dead. There is still a way to revive."

"This matter concerns a mountain in the underworld..."

He picked out the important things and told the four of them about Beiyin Mountain and his trip.

This made them reluctantly believe that this disciple could be resurrected.

"There is such a strange mountain in the world, which separates yin and yang and reverses life and death. It's fine as long as I can still live, it's fine as long as I can still live."

"You've gone to so much trouble and risked so much to come here. Is there something you need us old guys to do?"

"Even so, leave it to us if you have anything to do. We shouldn't stay here for long."

They were still worried about Jiang Li's safety and wanted him to leave as soon as possible.

"Disciple does have something to discuss with you."

"First of all, I would like to invite the four seniors to come out again."

Jiang Li patted the shoulder of Qiu Shui next to him.

He had tried several times, although he was unable to break through the walls of the Dead City on a large scale.

But the Buddhists are good at "saving" people. Occasionally, they can save a dozen or so people who are destined to be saved, and Qiushui still has the face to do so.

"Secondly, do you know what the Blood Prince did in the City of the Dead?"

Jiang Li, in addition to practicing the Jiuyou Taoist Scriptures and searching for the traces of the Jiuyou wood mother plant.

Indeed, these two projects are also included.

Take these seniors away and give them to Chongshan League to take charge. Then find out the information about the Blood Prince.

You know, he still has the body of the last Ninth Prince in his hands. Maybe he can also get a share of this incident? When Jiang Li asked about the Blood Prince, the expressions of the four seniors became solemn again.

What the Blood Prince has done recently in the City of the Dead is no less serious than what happened in the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world.

Just one point, the Blood Prince can take people away from the City of the Dead, is enough to drive people crazy.

With this method, the prince won over a large number of powerful people who died unjustly.

I have invited them to join several times.

Therefore, they also have a certain understanding of the Blood Prince.

"Jiang Li, do you know anything about the City God of the Underworld?"

"In the past, the Xiuxian Dynasty was said to have obtained a treasure from the underworld, which was used to establish the Yinsi system and recruit cultivators from the Eastern Region."

"It is said that it was once a divine weapon. It must be a heavenly magic weapon if it survives till today!"

"But after the collapse of the Xiuxian Dynasty, that thing was never found by anyone."

"Because of that precious treasure, the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world was suspicious of each other and fought against each other. It wasn't until the establishment of the Temple of the Gods that things got better."

"But I learned a few hundred years ago that the treasure did not fall into the hands of anyone in the Temple of the Gods. Instead, it was taken to the underworld by the Blood Prince!"

"It was also with the help of that treasure that he was able to master some of the power of this City of the Dead!"

It turns out that he was relying on the power of the underworld.

No wonder the City of the Wrongly Dead can collect the souls of the Wrongly Dead from all over the Eastern Region, and the power of the Blood Prince can also attack various major forces in an elusive manner.

What they rely on are the city god ruins scattered all over the world!

(End of this chapter)