Chapter 839: The Melee Between the Monk and the Ghost King (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

The strength of the White Ghost King is certainly superior to that of a single cultivator, but there are more than ten ninth-level Jindan cultivators at present.

Whether to refine the Soul-raising Poppy is a dilemma for them, but the premise is that they need to collect it, otherwise there will be no chance to refine it at all.

More than ten ninth-level Jindan cultivators attacked at the same time, and each of them prepared treasures that could restrain the Ghost King in advance. Even the fourth-level Ghost King comparable to the Yuanying cultivator could resist for some time.

"Roar"

At the beginning of the battle, the furious White Ghost King fell into an absolute disadvantage, but as the battle between the two sides broke out, the White Ghost King also roared to summon the scattered Ghost Kings to come back for help.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"

The effect was naturally immediate. In just half a cup of tea, the third-level and above Ghost Kings who came back from different locations in the ancient battlefield began to appear.

These ghost kings were originally fighting fiercely with other Jindan-stage cultivators. After being summoned, they naturally chose to abandon their opponents and return to the rescue as soon as possible.

The quality of the huge number of ghost kings was uneven. Some of the weaker third-level inferior ones died quickly, but there were also some ghost kings with better strength who were as strong as the cultivators.

This also led to an immediate turnaround in the situation formed by this battle. Compared with the ghost kings, the choices of the cultivators who were originally scattered in different positions were naturally different.

Some of the weaker ones were full of joy and took the opportunity to pick a large number of spiritual herbs in the periphery. The stronger ones also chose to restore their own strength first, and then considered coming here to support and wait for the opportunity to pick spiritual herbs.

Occasionally, a Jindan-stage cultivator appeared around. After discovering the situation of a group of Jindan-level nine-level cultivators, he did not immediately participate in it. Just like Sun Mingsheng, he chose a location for a temporary rest and adjustment, waiting for the right time to take action.

"With my strength, if I want to seize the Soul-raising Poppy Flower from these old monsters of the ninth level of the Golden Core, the difficulty can be imagined. Even if I succeed by chance, it will be difficult for me to leave the ancient battlefield in the future and break the elixir smoothly and peacefully. It may even bring disaster to the family."

Sun Mingsheng stood in the distance and did not easily step into the battlefield. His eyes turned back and forth, as if he was constantly planning something.

With his eighth-level Golden Core cultivation, if he forcibly participated in the fight for the Soul-raising Poppy Flower, he would naturally have a certain chance of taking it into his pocket.

But this must require a certain opportunity. If he forcibly seized it in front of a group of ninth-level Golden Core cultivators, it would definitely lead to a series of other negative reactions.

Therefore, in this battle, unless it was a cultivator of the same ninth level of the Golden Core who was determined to get the Soul-raising Poppy Flower, most of the remaining ones had ulterior motives and hid in different positions.

In this particularly fierce battle involving life and death and whether they can achieve Nascent Soul in the future, the White Ghost King and his third-level ghost kings always have the upper hand by relying on their numerical advantage. From time to time, a scream can be heard, which also means that a ninth-level Jindan cultivator is seriously injured or dead.

As time passes and casualties continue to occur in the battle, the White Ghost King's face once again shows a determined smile.

Under the circumstances that all cultivators have not noticed, every time a ninth-level Jindan cultivator dies, a scarlet flashes on the face of the White Ghost King, and the aura on his body also increases.

"These monks come from different sects and families, each with their own ulterior motives. How can they work together to fight the enemy? Otherwise, I would have died thousands of years ago."

"This soul-raising poppy flower may be kept until the next opening of the ancient battlefield. It may attract more powerful Jindan ninth-level monks to compete for it. My hope of becoming a fourth-grade ghost king will come again."

"All monks who enter the ancient battlefield still have to leave some lucky ones to spread the news. Killing them all at once is a self-destruction of the future path."

After the white-clothed ghost king defeated and hunted a Jindan ninth-level monk again, a very proud smile appeared on his eyes.

After the smile on his face disappeared, he returned to his true nature as a hunter. Every wave of his hand and every attack would cause more or less injuries to the target.

Of course, the Jindan ninth-level monks surrounded by them were naturally not easy to deal with. During the battle, a large number of ghost kings had died in their hands.

"If you fellow Taoists still stand aside and watch the fun, and wait for the ghost kings to slaughter us all, will you be able to seize the Soul-raising Poppy? I'm afraid we will be unable to protect ourselves from the attacks of these ghost kings."

"The Soul-raising Poppy is here, and all fellow Taoists should fight for it with their own abilities. If you continue to hesitate, you will only be slaughtered."

As time passed, the killing continued. Some of the ninth-level Jindan cultivators who were surrounded and had been excited about the fight for the Soul-raising Poppy also asked for help or made various promises. In short, their only goal was to ask the nearby cultivators to help as soon as possible.

At this time, the situation of the war still has the possibility of reversal. Once it is really delayed, the biggest beneficiaries of the opening of this ancient battlefield will become the ghost kings in front of us. This is a real joke.

"Guo came to help. Some useless ghost soldiers who can't stand the sun dare to show off in front of us. The Supreme Yang God Thunder, fall"

Perhaps out of resentment in his heart, or perhaps the temptation of the soul-raising poppy, a late Jindan monk with a big beard immediately turned into a stream of light and joined in, and the attack was a Supreme Yang God Thunder.

The Supreme Yang God Thunder is also a well-known existence in the inheritance of the fourth-level top-grade treasure technique. It is very good at attacking and killing. It is appropriate to use it at this moment.

The power contained in the Supreme Yang God Thunder has a certain obvious restraining effect on various ghosts and ghosts. This is also the fundamental reason why this late Jindan monk surnamed Guo could not calm his inner throbbing and chose to take the lead.

"Crackle, crackle"

The target of the Supreme Yang Divine Thunder is quite clear, that is, the White-clothed Ghost King, who is the core of this battle. As long as he can be killed, there will be no doubt that he will have a clear enough advantage in the subsequent distribution of spoils.

The White-clothed Ghost King's strength is undoubtedly unquestionable, but when the Supreme Yang Divine Thunder fell, his face, which had never changed since the outbreak of the battle, finally showed a flash of panic, and the figure that was originally standing in place as steady as a mountain quickly turned into a phantom and moved quickly.

"Supreme Yang Divine Thunder, go"

The Jindan cultivator surnamed Guo pointed with both hands, and a flash of magic power passed by, and the Supreme Yang Divine Thunder that was originally falling straight down suddenly turned flexibly.