Chapter 836 The Real Ghost King (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

"Compared to Fellow Daoist Ximen, what is this Tianxue Lianlian Lingguo? I wish you a speedy success in breaking the elixir and becoming an infant. The promotion of the Beast Taming Sect to the Nascent Soul Sect is just around the corner."

Sun Mingsheng was in a very good mood at this time, so he naturally would not be stingy with a few words of flattery.

"Let alone whether we can seize the treasure that assists in breaking the elixir and becoming an infant, whether this ancient battlefield will produce treasures of this level is still an unknown."

Ximen Jian showed a bitter smile on his face. Obviously, he did not have much hope of winning the subsequent actions. However, even for this tiny bit of possible hope, he would not hesitate to use the rare natural treasure of Tianxue Lianlian Lingguo as a bargaining chip for trading and fighting for it.

"Although this ancient battlefield is full of thorns, it is also full of opportunities. You and I should continue to explore, so as not to waste too much time and lose the first opportunity."

The successful acquisition of the Tianxue Serial Spiritual Fruit has made Sun Mingsheng's attitude towards this ancient battlefield change significantly, and he has become more positive than ever before.

"Brother Sun is right. Whether it succeeds or not, we always need to try it, otherwise how can we be willing in our hearts?"

Ximen Jian also completely sobered up from his own state, and the two of them turned into a stream of light and ran straight into the distance.

When Ximen Jian and Sun Mingsheng continued to search in the ancient battlefield, on the ancient battlefield, which was elliptical in shape, the monks who broke into it occupied different areas of different sizes, just like the chess pieces in different positions on the chessboard, fighting to different degrees for the ownership of each spiritual medicine and piece of spiritual material.

Some monks who are reckless or not well prepared in advance will be swallowed by hidden space cracks from time to time.

From the extremely horrified look on his face, it was obvious that he could not believe that his life would end in this way until his death.

Other cultivators won and lost in different battles. The winners took the treasures they had been eyeing for a long time, and the losers also became a dead soul in the ancient battlefield.

Of course, there are naturally many cultivators who turned against each other because of the ownership of the treasures and lost their lives in the process of fighting each other.

In short, in the ancient battlefield, the middle and late Jindan cultivators who were originally intimidating in the cultivation world were reduced at a visible speed in different ways.

All the cultivators who were lucky enough to win in rounds of competition also involuntarily went to the most core position of the ancient battlefield, without any hesitation during the whole process.

In the core of the entire ancient battlefield, a plant that was 70% similar to poppy was waving in the wind, constantly waving its black but patterned leaves, emitting bursts of special breath, and constantly attracting cultivators from all around to swarm in.

In the area of ​​100 miles around the poppy plants, the most eye-catching thing is the number of third-level upper-level ghost kings that are as unconscious as stones but exude evil spirits. There are more than 100 of them.

As the black aura emitted by the poppy plants drifts, the ghost kings begin to wake up. After a short period of adaptation, they immediately turn into streams of light and choose different directions to leave.

During their departure, waves of special calls also spread, summoning more low-level ghost soldiers and ghosts as vassals, and soon turned into a black mass.

At the core of all the ghost kings is a ghost king with a white body and a fan in his hand. If it weren't for the evil spirit that keeps escaping, he would look more like a nobleman who doesn't fight with the world.

"It's just a sleep, but a new round of blood food has already begun. The hunger in my stomach is already quite unbearable."

"This poppy spiritual flower is the bait cultivated after simmering enough nutrients from the blood food in the ancient battlefield this time?"

When the white-clothed ghost king woke up, the gentle ghost king had a triangular long tongue covered with barbs sticking out from the corner of his mouth, and his face showed a bloodthirsty look.

And it is not difficult to see from his words that this ghost king has existed for an unknown number of years. In his eyes, each Jindan-stage cultivator is more like a blood food that can be swallowed at any time.

"Hoohoo"

As the white-clothed ghost king spoke, the poppy-like spiritual object suddenly waved its leaves continuously as if responding, and the two sides seemed to be communicating in another form.

This poppy flower may have a certain bonus for the cultivator to achieve the Nascent Soul, but judging from its escaping breath, it is likely to have certain side effects.

In fact, the existence of this poppy flower is more like a special bait that attracts other monks to sacrifice their lives continuously and serves as blood food in the ancient battlefield.

"Just wait here for these blood food to come to you, and I will go hunt and kill some to fill my stomach."

The White-clothed Ghost King seemed to be unable to suppress the hunger in his heart. After a simple farewell, he immediately turned into a white light and disappeared in the distance.

The momentum of this ghost king's attack was naturally different from the so-called ghost king before. When it disappeared, more than ten black-clothed ghost kings who had not yet awakened suddenly appeared and followed closely behind it, more like its natural guardian.

The momentum and strength of these more than ten ghost kings should not be underestimated. The strength of each of them is at the third-level upper grade, not inferior to any late Jindan cultivator.

As for the ghost soldiers and ghosts, they swarmed in from different positions in all directions. It took only a quarter of an hour before and after. The number of ghosts gathered behind him has exceeded 100,000. The black mass is endless and goes straight to the ancient battlefield.

The appearance of this real ghost group also means that the competition in the ancient battlefield has officially entered a white-hot state.

The competition and hunting between the cultivators and the ghost kings will also enter a new stage. Only the winner can get close to the real treasure of the poppy flower.

The cultivators were not aware of the changes here. Sun Mingsheng and Ximen Jian had just picked a spiritual fruit from the spiritual fruit tree and put it into their pockets and distributed it. The smiles on their faces had not disappeared, and the ghost group not far away had already appeared.

These ghost kings were completely different from the ones they had encountered before. It seemed that because they had been imprisoned for a long time, each ghost soldier and ghost soldier exuded endless killing and madness, and there was no fear at all.

Even some first-level ghost soldiers who were only equivalent to cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage would suddenly self-destruct before death, and the only purpose might be to cause a certain burden to the cultivators.

"Daoyou Sun, be careful, this is officially close to the place where the treasure grows. These ghost groups are specifically responsible for defending the treasure. Please keep your word."