Chapter 468: Miasma Pill, Shadow in the Mist
The soil contaminated by the ghost fog also has the quality of obscuring the spirit. Although it is thin, it does have the breath of ghost fog.
King Linchuan said happily, "It seems that the immortal has already entered the ghost fog of the underworld."
The Immortal Jin Ting nodded and said, "Yes, I found your five Yin generals, found the headquarters of the Juliu tribe, and chased them into the ghost fog."
"But the ghost fog blocks out spirits and obscures my vision. In this vast world, I can't find the Ghost King of the Juliu Tribe. So I came back to ask you if there's anything of his I can use as a token to help me find him. Or if there's any Taoist method I can use to contact him so I can rescue him."
"Otherwise, if I rely on myself to find the Juliu tribe in the vast ghost fog, I'm afraid it may not be feasible in three to five years."
King Linchuan said, "I am negligent. Please wait a moment, Great Immortal."
He hurriedly left the underground river and went to the surface.
The Immortal Jin Ting sat down beside King Tonghui and said, "Thank you for protecting the Dharma, Your Majesty."
King Tonghui opened his eyes and said, "I have come to you to do this, so how can I ignore you? Now that you have gone to the underworld, how do you feel?"
Jin Ting Daxian felt very friendly and felt like a fish in water.
But of course, this couldn't be said to King Tonghui, so he said, "The two realms of Yin and Yang are indeed vastly different. When a living soul enters the underworld, it feels cold, and it gets colder and colder. If it weren't for my intensive cultivation of Taiyin, it would have been truly unbearable."
King Tonghui said: "The great taboos of yin and yang, the great limits of life and death, how difficult it is to transcend them."
The Immortal Jin Ting smiled and said, "Your Majesty is now a man of profound Taoism and vast magical powers. He is worshipped by the people and has long since escaped the cycle of life and death. Why would you feel so emotional?"
King Tonghui laughed heartily and said, "It's not as easy as you say. I have never escaped the cycle of life and death. If this plan succeeds, perhaps there will be such an opportunity, but now..."
He shook his head slightly.
The Immortal Jin Ting sighed, "With my level of cultivation, I don't know when I'll have this opportunity again."
King Tonghui looked at him, and said with a bewitching tone, "It will happen, and it won't be far away."
The Immortal Jinting understood the elegant meaning of the music and bowed in respect to show his respect.
While the two were talking, King Linchuan had hurried back, carrying a golden pendant, as round as a pill. He said, "Great Immortal, this golden pill contains a miasma pill, which was made by the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe. With this as a token, you can find the Ghost King."
Immortal Jin Ting took the golden pill and wanted to open it to take a look, but was immediately stopped by King Linchuan, who said, "Great Immortal, please do not open it. This pill is extremely powerful. Even if a cultivator is contaminated by the pill's energy, his magic power will be contaminated. This pill is a hopeless remedy and must not be taken lightly. Please return it after use."
The Immortal Jin Ting stopped and said, "Don't worry, I'll go take another look."
The Great Immortal Jin Ting wrapped the chain of the golden pill around his fingers and returned to the dark room.
The door to the dark room closed. King Tonghui looked at King Linchuan and said, "Your father really values you and your son. He even gave up his own magical powers to protect you. No wonder you want to rescue him."
Prince Linchuan did not speak. The only treasure that the ghost concubine took with her when she fled to the human world was this anti-epidemic pill, which was part of the ghost king of the Juliu tribe's own practice, used to protect them and their son.
This miasma pill was cut from the body of the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe, representing the damage to his own cultivation. The Ghost Concubine always carried it with her, never leaving her side.
King Tonghui looked at the dark room and suddenly his expression changed. He knew that the spirit of the Immortal Jinting had gone to the underworld again.
He sat back down on the stone, closed his eyes, and tried to spy on the fate of the Immortal Jin Ting.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting has returned to the ghostly fog of the underworld and is standing on the map of the moon he drew.
He held the magic fire lamp in one hand and the golden pendant in the other, showing a weird smile, and cast the Moon Magic on the golden pendant.
The golden pendant gave off a strange aura that seemed to be absent and in use, like a ghost.
The falling golden pill kept shaking, and the miasma pill inside it kept trembling. Yue Bofa used it as a medium to evoke the souls of the Juliu tribe.
But no matter how the golden pill bounced, the Yue Bei method was clearly effective, but no soul was attracted.
"Strange, even if it's a fourth-grade ghost king, I should be able to attract a ray of spiritual power from him."
Since it worked but did not bring back the soul, there is only one possibility: the Juliu tribe was trapped in the ghost fog and the soul could not get out.
The Immortal Jin Ting fiddled with the golden pendant, and the golden pendant floated in front of him, guiding the direction.
Since he failed to summon the soul, he had to go there himself.
The magic lamp illuminates the ghost fog, the golden pill guides the direction, and the great immortal Jin Ting follows the direction of the golden pill and continues to go deeper into the ghost fog.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting didn't know how much area the Netherworld Ghost Fog covered, but he knew that it was definitely not peaceful.
The ghost fog blocked his perception, and he didn't know how far he had walked, but he knew that it wasn't long before he met an uninvited guest, or in other words, he had entered a dangerous area.
Jinwan was still diligently directing the direction, but Jinting Daxian stopped.
Within ten feet, the divine fire lamp could see everything clearly. But beyond ten feet, the ghost fog continued to grow thicker, becoming as dense as a flowing cloud.
The red flames shone, and in the gray mist, it seemed that something was following him.
Ten feet away, Jin Ting Daxian could not see clearly, he could only vaguely see black figures darker than the gray mist standing up, the revealed outlines had slender limbs, more than three feet tall, and there were more than one of them.
The Immortal Jin Ting walked slowly, the fog in front of him became thinner and thinner, and the fog behind him became thicker and thicker.
Tall, slender shadows moved forward from the mist behind him and retreated to the sides from the mist in front of him, always surrounding him and observing him with a greed that penetrated deep into his bones and was terrifying.
Twelve.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting stood there without moving, and the twelve shadows did not move either.
He brought the magic fire lamp in front of him and exhaled a stream of smoke from his mouth. The smoke flowed from top to bottom, covering the magic fire lamp like a lampshade covered with a divine light. In an instant, the light dimmed.
The ten feet visible to the eyes quickly collapsed and shrank to ten feet in front of him.
The twelve black shadows hidden in the fog pressed towards the Immortal Jin Ting.
Their bodies, which were over three meters tall, made their heads close together, looking down at the Great Immortal Jin Ting from above.
Those heads slowly lowered, from three meters to two meters, from two meters to ten meters, sticking to the edge of the lights, looking at the Immortal Jin Ting through the boundary of the fog.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting has been completely surrounded by these twelve shadows. The black color has replaced the gray of the fog. Only in the gaps between the shadows can a little colorless gray be seen.
The Immortal Jin Ting slowly raised his head, and his golden eyes suddenly turned into two bright moons, illuminating the isolation of the fog and seeing through the shadows in the ghostly fog.
It's a skeleton.
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