There were indeed a great many ghosts in Emperor's Fall Abyss.
On his way down to the bottom, He Pingsheng killed six or seven in one go.
Of course, none had particularly high cultivation.
They were merely at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul level, easily destroyed with a raised hand.
"Damn it... there's nothing down here..."
"Have any of you found anything?"
A rough voice came from far away.
It sounded like the Bone Race Crown Prince.
The yin baleful energy here sealed off divine sense, but it could not block sound. Once cultivators infused their voices with magic power and rules, they could indeed carry a very long way.
"No... there are evil ghosts everywhere. So annoying!"
That was the voice of Bai Yuyu, the Heavenly Fox Clan woman.
He Pingsheng smiled without answering.
They could even chat while hunting for treasures down here. The thought alone made him want to laugh.
"Husband... where are we going?" Qiao Huizhu was still somewhat afraid.
He Pingsheng held her left hand. "Let's look around first. Mainly, we're looking for those bones!"
"If we can't find them within ten days, we'll retreat!"
Just as he finished speaking, another enormous ghost emerged from the churning yin qi, wielding a horse-cleaving saber condensed from yin qi, and slashed at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng casually conjured a shield of qi.
He had thought it would block the blow, but unexpectedly, the ghost slashed straight through it.
"Huh?" He Pingsheng was slightly surprised. "This evil ghost is rather strong!"
A sweep of his divine sense revealed its cultivation.
It was equivalent to the Twelfth Layer of Spirit Transformation Stage for the Human Race or Demon Race.
It was only a little short of advancing to Void Refinement.
No wonder it was so strong!
But... that