The Underworld was very big. There were at least eight hundred cities like Fengdu City, if not a thousand. The principle of its existence was the same as Fengdu City. The souls of the people who died in various places would first enter such a huge city to slowly pass the New Ghost Phase and become a qualified ghost citizen.
According to Yan Zhibei, the things that could connect the human world with the Underworld were not just statues, but sometimes a road, a river, a mountain, a stone pavilion, a stone, and so on …
But even so, there were only a few living people who could come to the Underworld with their physical bodies. Those who could come to the Underworld without dying and return to the human world would basically have great achievements. After all, this was a kind of fortuitous encounter. In such a big Underworld, the highest management was the Old Ancestor of the Samsara Temple, including the Ghost King of Fengdu City. Although he was the Ghost King of Fengdu City, there were many old ghosts above him who were stronger than him. These old ghosts might have cultivated for three or five thousand years, not to mention the management of the Samsara Temple.
Basically, they were all ten-thousand-year old ghosts, and their strength was a great step higher than that of a thousand-year old ghost!
In the Netherworld Spring, Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei walked on a small path, which was a shortcut to the Samsara Temple, but at the same time, it was also the most dangerous road in the Underworld.
"After two more mountains, there will be a thousand-year old ghost, whose strength is no less than the Ghost King of Fengdu City."
Yan Zhibei said. He felt a little strange in his heart. Ning Qi's request was something he had never heard of. Normal living people would deliberately avoid the caves of these old ghosts, but Ning Qi asked him to lead the way and pay a visit to these old ghosts. Although it was a visit, it was actually to kill them with a sword, like a scavenger.
Along the way, there were no less than five thousand-year old ghosts who died in the hands of Ning Qi! This was actually very normal, but what he found strange was that the group of old ghosts killed by Ning Qi had all dissipated, not even a trace of their soul power was left. Yan Zhibei's heart ached as he watched these incomparably powerful soul power dissipate like this! But he did not dare to say anything, and could only guess in his heart.
Testing Ning Qi's purpose.
Since there were no benefits, why did he kill these old ghosts?
Yan Zhibei even suspected that Ning Qi might have had a feud with an old ghost in the Underworld, and now he would kill any ghost he saw!
"Then what are you waiting for?"
The corner of Ning Qi's mouth curled up slightly as he dashed towards the direction pointed by Yan Zhibei.
Yan Zhibei could only follow helplessly. It was not that he had never thought of finding an opportunity to escape, but he was afraid of Ning Qi's godly swordsmanship. Therefore, he did not dare to make up his mind, even when Ning Qi's back was facing him.
"I already have more than 10,000 merit points. I just need another 80,000 to get to 100,000, and I can exchange for the Mo Clan's Mechanism Technique. Heh heh heh …" Ning Qi calculated in his heart as he sprinted. Ever since his cultivation base had reached a certain level, the benefits that the system could bring him were very limited. However, this time, the system had given him another surprise. There was a high possibility that the Mo Clan's Mechanism Technique would have the knowledge to repair that puppet.
If it was restored to its peak, it would have the combat strength of a Primordial expert!
Even if he couldn't reach the peak, he was still a perfection-stage Mysterious Immortal, so having such a subordinate for no reason was extremely useful to Ning Qi!
Previously, he had been very vexed about where he was going to find 100,000 merit points. But now, the Underworld was practically a paradise for Ning Qi!
Two hours later.
After Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei climbed over two mountains, they could see an extremely magnificent cave residence not far away. Like a landlord in the mortal world, the residence was densely packed, almost covering the entire mountain top. It was unknown what kind of happy event was happening today, but the place was unusually lively with the beating of gongs and drums.
"The Ghost King's wedding?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Yan Zhibei's eyes.
Following his gaze, Ning Qi found that at the end of another road, there was a very long procession. In the middle of the procession, there was a red hat, which was being carried by 18 palanquin bearers.
"In that case, this Ghost King will have many guests today, right? There should be existences whose strength is on par with him, right? "
Ning Qi's eyes lit up.
"This … should be the case …"
Yan Zhibei nodded hesitantly. He thought to himself, "Could it be that he plans to attack the Ghost King on the day of his wedding? Wouldn't he be besieged by all the ghosts at that time? Even if Ning Qi could deal with them, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be torn into pieces! "
"Hehe ~"
A sinister laugh sounded behind them. Yan Zhibei felt a chill down his spine. Turning around abruptly, he saw a guy with a height of 20 feet, with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake. The guy was looking at them greedily.
This evil ghost was 20 feet tall, and the length of its snake body was unknown. Most of it was in the dense forest behind them.
Ning Qi turned around calmly and looked at the other party with a hint of a smile in his eyes. He had long smelled the smell of the other party, but he deliberately pretended not to notice it.
Yan Zhibei's expression was solemn. The aura of the other party was much stronger than that of the Ghost King of Fengdu. It was likely to be an old ghost of two or three thousand years!
"A living person! I haven't eaten a living person for a long time. Those sects' disciples gathered in groups and didn't give me any chance. I didn't expect to meet two delicious guys like you today when I came to drink Ximen Jing's wine. I didn't come here in vain! "
The evil ghost laughed wickedly. His laughter seemed to reverberate in the surroundings, echoing constantly. It seemed very gloomy and cold.
Whoosh!
Emotion Destroyer Swordsmanship, the first move.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 merit points. "
"There are strong and weak Xuan Immortals too. This person is so much stronger than the Ghost King of Fengdu. Why didn't he give more merit points?"
Ning Qi criticized in his heart. However, he was satisfied. In this way, he got another 1,000 merit points. He was getting closer and closer to his goal of 100,000 merit points.
Yan Zhibei finally couldn't help but open his mouth and take a deep breath. In the end, the body of the evil ghost was still dissipating, and Yan Zhibei couldn't even suck in a hair.
"Senior, such an experienced ghost king is really a great tonic for us. Why did you kill him just like that? It's better to beat him half to death and swallow him alive to nourish yourself."
Yan Zhibei smiled bitterly.
"I'm different from you."
Ning Qi glanced at Yan Zhibei indifferently and then walked towards the residence of the ghost king. Although Yan Zhibei was reluctant, he could only follow!
…
"The Ghost King of Beimang Mountain has arrived!"
"The Ghost King of Zuoqiu Mountain has arrived!"
"The Ghost King of Yin Bone Gully has arrived!"
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