Lei Zongjun was betrayed by his best brother in the past. His physical body was destroyed, and only his remnant soul was suppressed by the Soul Suppressing Pot. Fortunately, he was still alive.
He had always been strong and lived on, all so that he could return and take revenge one day.
Not only did his brother harm him, but he could also harm his woman and his family. If he did not take revenge, he would not rest.
Yang Wu sensed his determination and relaxed.
"I'm preparing to go to Purple Firmament Hall." Yang Wu said to Lei Zongjun.
"My lord, you indeed have the strength to go to Purple Firmament Hall. I'll go with you. It's time to settle the old grudge." Lei Zongjun said with a look of incomparable anticipation.
"Is it useful for you to go back with your current strength? You know better than me how strong Purple Firmament Hall is. Don't get killed the moment you go back. "
"My lord, don't worry. There are many Sacred Elders who supported me. Also, my ancestor knows that I'm still alive and will definitely stand on my side. We may not lose."
"Then how do you solve the problem of your current identity?"
"My ghost body is no different from a human. Returning to Purple Firmament Hall is not a problem. The problem is how to bring my ghost army. If I have their help, I'll be like a tiger that has grown wings."
"There's no need to bring the ghost army. Just bring some people who can help."
"Yes, I'll listen to you, my lord."
Yang Wu and Lei Zongjun discussed the preparations for returning. They had a rough idea. The only benefit of borrowing Lei Zongjun's strength was the "ancestor" he mentioned. If it was really as Lei Zongjun said, that ancestor was on his side, the possibility of him bringing back Zi Yu Yue would be higher. However, it was hard to count on too much help. He still had to rely on himself.
Just a little more strength, a little more help. He had to bring back his wife. He did not want any mistakes.
The Purple Firmament Hall had stood tall in the Transcendent World for so many years and had connections with the God Realm. Their foundation was extremely strong, and if he was the slightest bit careless, he could possibly fall into a state of eternal damnation.
Currently, Lei Zongjun did not have many trump cards. To Yang Wu, it was just icing on the cake.
Yang Wu asked a few more questions about the Ghost Race to see if he could borrow some power from them.
"The Ghost Clan is most afraid of the power of Yang. They don't even dare to step into the Purple Firmament Palace. The power of lightning there will turn them into ashes," Lei Zongjun said with certainty.
"Looks like I really can't count on him." Yang Wu sighed softly. He paused for a moment before asking, "Rumor has it that the Ghost Clan has many items of extreme yin. Is it possible to obtain items of the divine level?"
"There are indeed many items of extreme yin. I have also prepared a pile of divine level herbs for my lord. They are all in my fief. There are even two or three divine level herbs. However, even I am unable to obtain them. They are all in those terrifying yin lands. Only those who have reached the level of a Ghost God have the chance to obtain them." Lei Zongjun replied. He then said, "There is another place in my fief that might be of great use to you."
"Where is it?" Yang Wu asked.
"Look at the yin pond here. It can cleanse one's soul and increase one's soul power. Actually, this is only a divine level pond. I know of a divine level pond. It is the legendary 'Yin Nether Spring'. If you can obtain some of it, it will be of great use to any ghost cultivator. It will also be of great use to the souls of other living creatures." Lei Zongjun said.
"Where is it?" Yang Wu asked impatiently.
"My lord, follow me." Lei Zongjun called out to Yang Wu. After leading Yang Wu out of the cave, they quickly arrived at a chasm filled with yin energy.
The yin energy here was incomparably domineering. It contained traces of a unique underworld energy.
Underworld energy was the most extreme yin energy. Any living creature that came into contact with it would definitely die.
"There is a Yin Nether Spring below." Lei Zongjun said as he pointed below.
"Why didn't the ghost race put it away or seal it? Why did they give it to you?" Yang Wu asked.
The Yin Nether Spring was an extreme yin spring that was comparable to the water of the Yellow Springs. The former could nourish the strongest of yin souls, while the latter was a fatal poisonous spring. A single drop of it would cause one to fall into the Yellow Springs.
"There are very few Yin Nether Springs here. In the ghost race's important territory, there is only one true Yin Nether Spring. It is the key to becoming a ghost god. Furthermore, the Yin Nether Spring is not something that anyone can refine. Even now, I dare not touch it. There are also some terrifying underworld creatures below. If my lord needs this Yin Nether Spring, I will mobilize the army to seize it." Lei Zongjun explained.
"I want the Yin Nether Spring." Yang Wu said in a deep voice.
He cultivated the "Soul Tactics" and could absorb these extreme yin energies. Even if it was the Yin Nether Spring, he was not afraid. He also had the Black Demon Thunder Orb to purify the underworld energy. Even if it was not enough, he still had the immortal energy to protect his life. Once he obtained the Yin Nether Spring, he would definitely become a Heavenly Soul.
"Alright, I will summon them to attack the underworld creatures below." Lei Zongjun said decisively.
Yang Wu did not mind using the ghost race as cannon fodder. After all, this was their territory. He had to keep a low profile.
Lei Zongjun's voice transmission was heard by all the ghost race living beings within a radius of a hundred miles. They all rushed in this direction.
There were many ghost race living beings cultivating nearby. If they could get a little bit of the underworld energy, it would be very beneficial for them.
Very quickly, fifty thousand ghost race living beings gathered. They quietly waited for Lei Zongjun's orders.
"Help this prince obtain the Yin Nether Spring!" Lei Zongjun did not waste any time with them. He directly ordered.
Many ghost race living beings rushed into the chasm.
Wuwu!
Gusts of cold wind blew, and a lot of Yin energy surged.
When these ghost race living beings rushed down, some underworld creatures indeed appeared.
The first to appear was a wave of terrifying underworld insects. Each of these insects carried a terrifying killing power. If the ghost race living beings were to be bitten, they would die on the spot.
"Underworld insects. If I can control them, I can sweep through the Ghost Realm." Lei Zongjun revealed a look of desire.
"As long as you diligently cultivate the Ghost Cultivation Art, you don't have to be afraid of taking down these underworld insects." Yang Wu said.
Following the appearance of the underworld insects, other ghost race living beings rushed out. It was the Nether King Clan. This was a higher level ghost race than the Ghost Emperor Clan.
"You little ghosts dare to barge into our territory. Do you want to die?" There were not many Nether King Clan living beings. There were only a few of them. However, the fighting power they released was very strong. Strands of underworld energy formed chains and scattered many ghost race living beings.
Lei Zongjun commanded the peak Ghost Saint to attack. Including himself, they finally entangled these Nether King Clan living beings.
"My lord, you can go down. However, you must be careful. There may be big guys down there." Lei Zongjun reminded.
Yang Wu nodded lightly. He turned into a gust of wind and rushed down.
He did not suspect that Lei Zongjun dared to trick him. Otherwise, Lei Zongjun would die without a doubt.
When he rushed down, the underworld energy seeped into his body. His body's defensive power could not block it at all. It began to seep into his body.
Suddenly, his flesh began to shrink. A terrifying feeling of corrosion entered his bones and devoured his life force.
This corrosive power was too terrifying.
It was more terrifying than the extreme yin beings Yang Wu had encountered in the past.
Yang Wu did not hesitate to use his heart fire to envelop his body. The Immortal Immortality Peach Tree also began to absorb this energy to help him get rid of the hidden dangers.
The Immortal Immortality Peach Tree did not reject extreme yin or yang beings.
It was imprinted with the Immortal Dao. This energy would not harm him.
When Yang Wu's heart fire appeared, the underworld creature hidden below rushed out. It was a terrifying underworld insect. It had a body like an earth dragon. There were ferocious antennae all over its body. It opened its terrifying mouth and tried to swallow Yang Wu.
This was an underworld insect at the peak of the Saint Stage. It was the Underworld Insect King.
Not far from it, there was a creature from the Underworld King Tribe. It held a trident and stared coldly at Yang Wu. It was as if Yang Wu was a dead man.
Yang Wu did not dare to hold back. The Big Dipper Sword appeared in his hand. He slashed out and directly cut the Underworld Insect King into pieces.
The creature from the Underworld King Tribe who did not attack was dumbfounded.
He was just waiting for the Underworld Insect King to kill Yang Wu.
In the blink of an eye, the Underworld Insect King was killed?
Could it be that his eyes were playing tricks on him?
Even if a ghost god came, it would be difficult to kill the Underworld Insect King in one move.
Its defensive power could be said to be unparalleled. Its life force was even more tenacious. How could it not be able to block the power of a sword?
After Yang Wu killed the Underworld Insect King, he changed his direction and flew toward the creature from the Underworld King Tribe. He slashed out with the Big Dipper Sword again.
Split World.
One sword split two worlds.
The creature from the Underworld King Tribe roared, "You are a human. How dare you be so impudent here?"
A battle halberd appeared behind the creature from the Underworld King Tribe. He faced Yang Wu's sword qi.
Bang!
After the sword and halberd clashed, the battle halberd was cut in half by Yang Wu's Big Dipper Sword.
This creature from the Underworld King Tribe was a half-step Underworld God. His battle halberd was cut in half. He also suffered a backlash and spat out blood.
The creature from the Underworld King Tribe was shocked. He quickly retreated.
However, before he could retreat, Yang Wu's sword was already in front of his neck. His aura had completely locked onto him.
"If you dare to move again, I will kill you." Yang Wu threatened.
The creature from the Underworld King Tribe was shocked. "Human, what do you want to do?"
"Get the Underworld Spring."
"Then go get it. I won't stop you."
"No, if you help me get it, I can spare your life. Also, I won't let you take all the Underworld Spring here. I just need a little." Yang Wu said as he threw a bucket-sized jade item to the creature from the Underworld King Tribe.
When the creature from the Underworld King Tribe saw the jade item, his face turned green. He cried, "There isn't that much Underworld Spring."
As soon as he finished speaking, blood appeared on his neck.
"I will go get it!" The creature from the Underworld King Tribe replied without hesitation.
"Mm, don't think about running. If I want to kill you, it will only take a blink of an eye." Yang Wu replied.
His aura was locked onto the creature from the beginning. He pressed the creature towards the Underworld Spring.
When Yang Wu saw the Underworld Spring, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Such a big chasm and such a small amount of spring water. No wonder the Ghost Race doesn't care about it."
Below them, the Underworld Spring was the size of a thumb. Compared to the chasm that was dozens of feet wide, the difference was too big.
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