"Get ready!"
The next part was the highlight. Du Feng was about to set up a top Level Four formation. It was a pity that he hadn't learned the Level Five formation yet. Otherwise, he would be able to set up the Level Five Pseudo Bridge of Helplessness. It was fine now. As long as he was willing to put more blue crystals, the effect would be good.
This time, Du Feng was very serious. He wasn't as casual as before. Although they were both Level Four formations, their strength was not the same. It took him more than four hours and nearly one blue crystal to set up the new Pseudo Bridge of Helplessness.
"Tut, tut, tut … This is really a bridge made of money."
Looking at the slowly rising Bridge of Helplessness and listening to the ghosts wailing in the Blood River under the bridge, Du Feng sighed with emotion. Whether it was for his own cultivation or to train the ghost servant, he needed to invest a lot of resources.
"Boy, you're dead."
Meng Po, who was in the Netherworld, was half dead with anger. Suddenly, she felt that another doppelganger had appeared. This doppelganger was much stronger than before. If she could absorb it, it would be helpful for her Cultivation.
"Ga, ga, ga …"
The old hag's laughter was still as unpleasant as ever. It was hard to tell if there was a bone stuck in her throat, but it gave people goosebumps when they heard it.
"Old ghost woman, what are you so proud of?"
The ghost servant had recovered his Cultivation at the peak of the Ninth Stage of the Supreme Power Realm, so he was not afraid of this fake Meng Po at all. However, Du Feng noticed something. According to the last experience, this time, the real Meng Po of the Netherworld had intervened.
"Splash … Splash …"
Today, the River of Forgetfulness was particularly noisy. The blood was getting higher and higher, and some even hit the bridge. The back of Meng Po's foot was soaked with blood. Instead of being angry, she looked even more energetic. This time, Du Feng had invested a lot. So many crystals had made Meng Po's doppelganger very powerful.
"How about it? Can you handle it?"
Du Feng looked at the smug look on the ghost servant's face and felt uneasy about him.
"Don't worry. After eating this ghost woman, I will definitely be promoted to a Ghost General. Hahaha …"
The ghost servant laughed very happily. He had cultivated ghost arts for so long, but he was still unable to become a ghost general. Now that he had followed Du Feng, he had the chance to become a Ghost General so quickly. This was indeed something to be happy about. As he spoke, the Ghost General brandished his saber and charged at Meng Po again.
"Wu wu …"
A gust of chilly wind blew over. Even Du Feng, who was standing outside the array, felt a chill run down his spine. Copper snakes and iron dogs actually appeared in the muddy waves. They continued to devour the wandering ghosts inside. These wandering ghosts were constantly being corroded by the blood, and it was already very painful. Now that it was being bitten by the copper snakes and iron dogs, it let out a series of heart-wrenching cries.
"F * ck, this is too much."
Du Feng knew that the situation had changed at a glance. Even if his Pseudo Bridge of Coping was amazing, it was only at the peak of the fourth level. It was absolutely not at the level of a fifth level array formation. But now, in the River of Forgetfulness, a copper snake and iron dog had appeared, which meant that it had reached the level of a fifth level array formation.
"Boy, come down and play with this old woman."
Meng Po, who was on the Bridge of Coping, opened her mouth at an exaggerated angle. She felt like a crocodile's mouth had suddenly stuffed the whole bowl in her hand into it. It was filled to the brim with Meng Po's soup. After she swallowed the bowl, a pair of strange wings suddenly appeared on her back.
This pair of wings was not made of feathers, nor was it the flesh membrane of a pterosaur. Instead, the long ribs were densely packed together, forming two intertwined wings of white bones. It looked extremely terrifying.
"F * ck, the Ghost General Realm. Master, help me!"
Seeing the white bone wings on Meng Po's back, the good-for-nothing ghost servant was so scared that he turned around and ran back.
"What are you afraid of, you good-for-nothing thing?"
This time, Du Feng was fully prepared. He knew that Meng Po, that old thing, would not let him go. Fortunately, he had done something in the array in advance. He directly withdrew the ghost servant into his body, and his momentum immediately skyrocketed. From the second level of the Grand Power Realm, he had risen to the state of Semi-Returning in one breath.
"Bite!"
Du Feng held the flag in his hand and pointed it into the River of Forgetfulness. The copper snakes and iron dogs suddenly pounced on Meng Po as if they had gone crazy.
"Evil creatures, how dare you rebel."
Meng Po's original plan was to raise the Pseudo Bridge of Coping to the fifth level. That way, Du Feng would lose his command. However, she did not expect that Du Feng had just made a breakthrough in the arena today. Now, with the effect of the magic power transfer, his state was enough to control the fifth level array.
"Woof, woof, woof …"
"Hiss, hiss …"
The iron dogs barked wildly, and the copper snakes hissed. They did not care whether Meng Po was their former master or not. As long as they were inside the Pseudo Bridge of Coping, they would automatically listen to Du Feng's command. They had just swallowed those wandering ghosts and were in a good state at the moment.
"Go to hell!"
If Meng Po had the bowl in her hand at this moment, she could swallow all the copper snakes and iron dogs at once. Unfortunately, the bowl had just been swallowed by her. Now, she could only wave the snake-headed cane in her hand to repel the group of crazy beasts.
"It feels good to be counterattacked, doesn't it?"
Du Feng stood in the center of the array and began to officially command the operation of the entire array. This time, it was no longer a battle between the ghost servants and Meng Po, but he, the owner of the array, was personally fighting against Meng Po.
"Boy, sooner or later, you will fall into my hands."
Although Meng Po was powerful, the one in the array was, after all, a clone. In just a short while, his arms and legs had been bitten, and there were many wounds. If it were not for the pair of white bone wings on his back that kept whipping, he would have been covered with copper snakes by now.
"Cut the crap, you will never have that chance."
As long as Du Feng did not die, his soul would not go to the Nether World. After all, the Nether World also had its rules, and the souls of living people could not be taken away at will. The stronger a martial artist's body was, the more stable his soul was. The exuberant Yang Qi all over his body could prevent the ghost soldiers from approaching.
"Kekeke … That's not necessarily true."
Meng Po looked at Du Feng in the center of the array, and had already deeply engraved this stinking brat's image in her heart. As long as his condition was slightly better, she could send the Soul Reaper over to cause trouble. When a martial artist was injured or sick, their mental state would be unstable, and at that time, it was the easiest to take away their soul.
"Blood River Slash!"
Du Feng pointed at the River of Forgetfulness, and the surging waves suddenly disappeared. A blood-red broadsword condensed and flew up from the river, slashing towards Meng Po.
"How is this possible, how can he know Blood River Slash!"
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