Chapter 425 The Last Song
Above the sky, the ghost energy and sword light collided with each other, and the huge energy fluctuations completely shook away the clouds in the sky.
The three supreme elders summoned their own sword spirits, which transformed into sword shadows hundreds of feet long. With inexplicable divinity and majesty, they went straight to the Ghost King's brow.
The Ghost King sneered, raised his hand calmly and struck with a claw.
In an instant, the ghost energy around his body surged and gathered into a huge black claw in the air.
The fierce wind stretched the swirling black air very long, making it look ghostly and unreal.
The two collided with each other, and the ghost energy and spiritual energy in the middle continued to collide.
In just a moment, the sky was divided into two parts, the left was daytime and the right was night, with a clear boundary line.
"After so many years, is this all you've improved?"
The Ghost King raised his eyebrows, looked at the three long swords in front of him, and clenched them tightly in his hands.
The ghost energy attached to the ghost claw instantly increased and pressed towards the opposite side.
The three supreme elders' eyes flashed with sternness, and they could sense that the force coming from the opposite side was not small.
After looking at each other, they decisively picked up their swords and cooperated with each other.
Soon, the three people's overlapping and dazzling sword techniques unfolded, jointly resisting the ghost energy in front of them.
The situation, which had been slightly suppressed, was restored to normal.
"Jiu Ming, you have committed grave sins. Even if the three of us risk our lives today, the world of immortal cultivation will never be destroyed in your hands!"
The supreme elder who was in charge of the sword technique shouted.
Hearing this, the Ghost King did not feel intimidated, but instead looked a little playful.
"In your world of immortal cultivation right now... could it be that there is another group of people who can be sacrificed to seal me?"
In just a thousand years, you want to produce so many fusions at once?
It's just a pipe dream!
Of those geniuses from a thousand years ago, which one of them didn't need to cultivate for a thousand years or more to achieve the state of fusion? To reach the state of fusion in a thousand years was considered extremely talented.
Besides, he always said a thousand years, but it was just an estimate. At most, it would take him more than eight or nine hundred years to break the seal.
Considering that the world of immortal cultivation suffered heavy losses and was severely damaged after that war, it is impossible to break through the fusion except for these half-crippled old guys in front of them.
Only Gu Qiantian, who was improved with the help of the magic bone, and the highly talented Wuqingjian have the ability to compete.
For the rest of the people, it is already good enough to be able to see the hope of fusion, let alone the wishful thinking of touching it.
But now, one of the two most promising people seems to have died, and the other has become useless and disappeared.
Trying to defeat him with just these few remaining people is nothing but a joke to the Ghost King.
The moment he was born, all the immortal cultivators, whether they were demons, monsters, or spirits... all became nutrients for him to pursue the highest realm.
However, after being trapped for so many years, I might as well play with these ants and stretch my muscles at the same time.
So, the Ghost King began to slowly use his ghost energy to fight with the three people.
Under the sky, there were cultivators fighting desperately with a small number of demons and ghosts.
Although they know that the hope is slim, no matter what, even if there is a glimmer of hope, they will give everything to pursue it.
Understand that fighting with the demons will only give the ghosts an advantage.
Therefore, now when the monks die, they will destroy their souls without hesitation, leaving no chance for the ghost clan to strengthen itself.
After all, for the ghost clan, the soul is more valuable than blood. One strengthens the soul, and the other strengthens the flesh and blood.
For the ghost clan, the more condensed the soul power is, the more closely connected and powerful the ghost energy they control will be.
This is a solution that no one in the world of immortal cultivation can solve.
As for blood and qi, those spiritual treasure formations that can absorb it will absorb as much as they can.
After all, the truth is exactly what the Ghost King thought.
In the past thousand years, all the great masters of the world of immortal cultivation have died as sacrifices.
The slightly weaker monks were seriously injured in the battle and could only retreat and recuperate.
Not to mention that the world of immortal cultivation will have to spend most of its resources for the war.
In a thousand years, neither the various spiritual treasures of heaven and earth nor the spiritual veins have fully recovered, and even the spiritual energy in the air is not as abundant as it was a thousand years ago.
Not to mention the way of cultivating immortals, which is completely different from the races such as demons and monsters that can forcibly absorb the strength of their own kind to quickly improve their cultivation.
The most prominent and important characteristic of monks is "inheritance".
The classics, skills, spells, magic weapons, secret realms, etc. that have been passed down from generation to generation and continuously improved are all crucial to the development of cultivators.
It can be said that if monks can continue to accumulate from generation to generation, the upper limit will definitely be much higher than that of other races.
However, in order to quickly resolve the crisis, the immortal masters at that time did not even have time to leave anything for future generations.
After all, as the top of the pyramid, what they hold in their hands are the most precious resources.
It is like the few things left behind by the Formation King, which laid the tone for the entire world of immortal cultivation and the art of talismans and formations, saving future generations the effort of rediscovering the past.
But every thousand years of war, the world of immortal cultivation is like a period of interruption, with everything in need of reconstruction, so there are only a few who can combine now.
This is a blessing that ensures the safety of the five continents for thousands of years, but it is also the price to pay for it.
But this does not mean that the world of immortal cultivation will give up. Instead, it will fight even harder.
The calmness of sword cultivators, the brutality of body cultivators, the diversity of weapon cultivators, the multitude of talisman cultivators, the meticulousness of formation cultivators, the kindness of alchemy cultivators, the comprehension of magic cultivators...
Scenes of struggle are writing the final chapter.
Sword light, blood, weapon clang, talisman formation, elixir, spells and incantations, etc., one's own elemental power is the last thing one can rely on.
Bloodiness is the most powerful thing in human nature. It can transcend all fears and even make up for certain shortcomings in strength.
At this time, the Ghost King was fighting with the three supreme elders in the sky.
Suddenly, I noticed that many cultivators were about to self-destruct before their death, taking the ghosts with them.
There were also many formations that he had seen before that were used to kill ghost energy, and they were slowly operating and eroding the ghost energy.
Those dark eyes flickered with a strange green fire, and then darkened slightly.
The Ghost King's view that the world of immortal cultivation has no power to resist has never changed.
But now it seems... he needs to be a little more serious.
He raised one hand to defend against the long sword that was stabbing at him, and with the other hand he waved out a ghostly aura that filled the battlefield.
Before the monks' attacks landed.
After the ghosts and demons in front of him were covered by the black air carrying death, their eyes widened and their bodies froze in place.
In the blink of an eye, all the ghost energy and blood energy in their bodies were drained away.
Even the high-level ghosts who had been with the Ghost King for a long time, constantly planning for him, and standing in front of him to resist attacks in the abyss, were not spared.
"W-why?"
The ghosts asked in disbelief before they died.
I thought it was okay for the Lord to absorb some little ghosts, but they are veterans who have worked for the other side for a long time!
Who knew that the Ghost King heard this and smiled so sinisterly that it was like a cold wind piercing the bones, without any emotion in his words.
"Shouldn't you have anticipated this day when you absorbed other ghosts?"
The ghost clan is such a selfish race.
The weak are destined to be devoured and eventually become nutrients.
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