Yin Mountain of the Netherworld.
This was a place one had to pass to reach the Samsara Temple. It was also the last mountain range in the Nether Spring Realm that many evil spirits feared. The Yin Mountain of the Yellow Springs had wild gales that never disappeared. When these gales blew on the bodies of ghosts, they could easily scatter their souls. Even a living person's soul would be shaken. It was fine if it was a normal gale, but sometimes there would be a sudden gale. At this time, even a thousand-year-old ghost, Forefather Terminator, would be killed.
None of them dared to face him directly!
However, there were still many ghosts and a small number of living people who tried to go to the Samsara Temple from here every year. If they did not cross the Yin Mountain of the Netherworld, they would have to take a long detour. There was almost no difference in the danger between the two, so more people were willing to take the shortcut.
"Have you heard?"
A hanged ghost whispered to a seemingly drowned evil spirit beside him. Because his tongue was hanging under his chin, his accent was a little strange.
"Heard what?"
The evil ghost, who seemed to have been drowned in the flood when it was alive, was now swelling up, and water was constantly coming out of its mouth.
"Something big happened in the Netherworld Spring. When Ximen Jing was about to marry his ninety-eighth concubine, his rival in love came and killed him! Even the Ghost Kings he invited are all dead! "
Hanged Ghost whispered.
"Is there such a thing?"
The Drowned Ghost sucked in a breath of cold air and nearly choked on the water in his mouth. He hurriedly dispersed the phenomenon he had created before his death, and his expression was one of extreme shock! Hanged Ghost wanted to say something more, but at this moment, there seemed to be another gust of wind sweeping through the depths of the Yin Mountain of the Netherworld. The two of them hurriedly ran towards a boulder not far away. They were experienced and had walked the Yin Mountain of the Netherworld more than two or three times, so they could react in time if they encountered any situation.
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Under the boulder, there were already thirty to fifty evil spirits hiding. These evil spirits had died in different ways. Only about thirty percent of them seemed to have died of illness, so their appearances were not that terrifying.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Then, they began to speak in low whispers, exchanging information with each other. In the underworld, one had to be well-informed. Otherwise, if some thousand-year-old ghost went crazy and started killing people, you wouldn't be able to find out. If you rashly rushed into the other party's territory, you would be throwing your life away in vain!
"Hanged Ghost, you didn't finish your sentence just now. Tell me again, who actually killed Ximen Jing? This is the famous Flirtatious Ghost King of the Nether Spring Realm! "
The Drowned Ghost whispered.
At this moment, a burnt ghost whose entire body was charred black and occasionally emitting sparks came over and said faintly, "Ximen Jing is dead? It's good that he died! He stole my childhood sweetheart! "
"Eh …"
The ghosts were instantly intrigued.
"Which concubine is your childhood sweetheart Ximen Jing? I know he likes living people. Could it be that your childhood sweetheart was kidnapped from the human world? "
"The 79th room. I went with her to Ming Chuan Mountain to play, but we were kidnapped by the disciples of the sect. I was burned to death because I wanted to find her! It's good that Ximen Jing died! "
The Burnt Ghost said faintly.
"I don't know which senior did it, but it caused a huge commotion. I have a good friend who was invited to the banquet that day! He said that none of the Ghost Kings could escape, and all of them were dead! "
An evil spirit with a green face and fangs said in a low voice. There was a trace of fear in his eyes. Mortals who saw his face would be scared to death on the spot, but now, he felt incomparable fear towards the existence that killed Ximen Jing.
"Tsk tsk, those were all thousand-year-old ghosts, existences of the Ghost King level, but they were all killed like chickens. This matter has already attracted the attention of the Samsara Temple. I heard that the Patriarch of the Samsara Temple personally went there to investigate. This time, when I came to the Yin Mountain of the Netherworld, I was questioned several times by the guys from the Samsara Temple!"
A ghost said in a low voice.
At this moment, the wind became stronger again, blowing so hard that the stones were on the verge of falling. Seeing this, the ghosts all closed their mouths and waited for the sweeping wind to stop before they could continue their journey. It was also at this moment that all the evil ghosts twitched their noses in tacit understanding.
"The smell of living people?"
A figure appeared in the line of sight of the evil ghosts, as dazzling as a bright lamp in the dark, because the smell of living people on his body really made the evil ghosts salivate! The evil ghosts' eyes had just revealed a greedy look when they suddenly realized that something was wrong. Because even though this figure was walking in the wind that could scatter people's souls, it was as if he was strolling in a garden. The wind that they were all so afraid of was blowing on him, but it could not hurt him at all!
Damn!
"Only the existences of the Ghost King level can withstand this level of wind, right? Is this guy the Nirvana of the living? "
"Shh, lower your voice, don't provoke him, we can't even fight him together!"
The evil ghosts looked at Ning Qi cautiously.
At this moment, Ning Qi suddenly looked at them, and this glance sent a chill down the evil ghosts' spines. To their relief, Ning Qi only glanced at them and continued on his way.
Clatter, clatter, clatter … Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from the depths of Yin Mountain. Ning Qi's figure paused slightly, and after a few breaths, a group of knights in black armor rode ghost horses that emitted a faint green light and whizzed past Ning Qi. There were a total of 13 knights, and each of the knights in black armor had an aura that was infinitely close to a thousand years old.
Old ghosts, they were all powerful evil ghosts with eight to nine hundred years of cultivation!
"The Black Demon Cavalry of the Samsara Temple?"
When the evil ghosts who were hiding from the wind saw this, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.
The Samsara Temple's most famous, and also the most commonly seen evil ghosts, was the Black Demon Cavalry. These cavalry could be said to be all elites! Although they could not compare to the thousand-year-old ghosts, any one of them could become a giant that dominated an area. Ordinary century-old ghosts did not dare to provoke them!
Most importantly, the horses that the Black Demon Cavalry rode were the famous Green Fire Evil Unicorn Horses in the Netherworld. Not only did they not fear the wind, but their strength was also no weaker than the knights themselves!
Every time the Black Demon Cavalry moved, something big happened!
After the Black Demon Cavalry passed by Ning Qi, they suddenly stopped and followed the leader of the cavalry back to Ning Qi.
"There's a good show to watch!"
"Now that Ximen Jing and the other Ghost Kings have just been killed, the living person must be the most suspicious!"
"I don't know if the living person or the Black Demon Cavalry is more powerful!"
The leader of the Black Demon Cavalry sat on the Green Fire Evil Unicorn Horse and looked at Ning Qi condescendingly. After a while, he said indifferently, "Living person, where are you from? Which sect are you from?"
"I'm a Rogue Cultivator."
Ning Qi smiled.
At the same time, he was also looking at the Green Fire Evil Unicorn Horses that the group of fellows were riding.
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