The Old Demon of Black Mountain was shrouded in black mist, and vengeful spirits and ghostly faces lingered around him, wailing in agony.
The Old Demon of Black Mountain's true form is a bunch of crooked and extremely irregular Shitou, which looks quite awkward.
Humans generally prefer regular and symmetrical shapes, and tend to feel aversion to irregular shapes.
Of course, none of that matters. What Ling Yi values is the Good and Evil Value above the Old Demon of Black Mountain's head.
Old Demon of Black Mountain (incarnation): K:0, E:1525521, R:-1525521!
With a negative morality score of over 1.5 million, this person is definitely on death row.
An avatar? Not the original body?
If even the avatar possesses the strength of the Spirit Transformation Stage, how powerful must the true body be?
As Yan Chixia had said, the Old Demon of Black Mountain was no ordinary being.
"Human cultivator, do you intend to make an enemy of the Underworld?" The Old Demon of Black Mountain's voice was extremely strange, as if millions of people were speaking at the same time, and it even had a bit of a bass cannon effect.
Ling Yi: "Does this guy even have any dialogue?"
Ling Yi didn't want to play along with the scripted dialogue, so he just slapped him across the face.
This time, Ling Yi did not use Magic Power or other Divine Ability; he simply used his mental Telekinesis to condense a giant palm and slap it down.
"Bang!"
The Old Demon of Black Mountain was shaken by the slap, but it was not seriously injured.
Most of the damage was negated by the vengeful Ghost Qi surrounding the Old Demon of Black Mountain.
Ling Yi was somewhat disappointed; a simple Telekinesis attack seemed a bit underwhelming.
Ling Yi originally thought that his strength at 15-star awakening should be quite strong.
It seems there's still a long way to go.
At least with that slap, it would be normal for the Old Demon of Black Mountain to be half-crippled.
What Ling Yi Ling Yi didn't know was that his slap directly dispersed most of the vengeful Ghost Qi.
This was the accumulated resentment and ghostly Ghost Qi of vengeful spirits he had devoured over thousands of years.
It was almost gone with just a casual slap?
The key point is that the human cultivator on the other side didn't use any cultivation or magical Magic Power at all; he only used his Divine Sense.
With this kind of strength, even if the real body came, it would be useless.
He chickened out and tried his best to speak in a friendly tone, "Sir, we shouldn't have any grudges between us, right?"
In the Old Demon of Black Mountain's view, there is no hatred without a cause. If he has offended this powerful figure in any way, he will apologize.
However, the reverberation effect of his voice as it decreased sounded even colder to Ling Yi and the others, giving him an even stronger sense of being a sinister villain.
So, Ling Yi quit.
He directly sent the Old Demon of Black Mountain and his surrounding Ghost Soldier Ghost General into the Prison Space.
The Old Demon of Black Mountain and these Ghost Soldier Ghost General Ling Yi Ling Yi's Life Origin, but they provided him with a large amount of Ghost Qi and ghost cultivation inheritance.
Then, like Magic Power, it was integrated into Ling Yi's cells.
Well, Ling Yi's cells already contained several types of energy: Magic Power, Demon Beast Power, Undead Power, Hellfire... and now Ghost Qi has been added.
Especially after the Ghost Qi was added, these energies not only did not clash, but also Fusion with each other in a special way.
The power of the new energy after Fusion is unknown, but its quantity has been greatly reduced.
Moreover, the shrinkage was extremely severe; almost an entire lake of water eventually became the size of a single cup of water.
Ling Yi raised his palm, and a Light Ball, no bigger than a peanut and looking incredibly soft, appeared out of thin air. Why did this thing seem kind of cute?
This soft, Little Light Ball looked harmless, but Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian both showed expressions of terror and quickly moved away from Ling Yi.
Ling Yi glanced at them. Were they really that scary? Why didn't he sense it?
"You're afraid of this?" With a thought, Ling Yi summoned the Mengmeng Light Ball, which then floated in front of Ling Yi.
"Senior, I don't know how to describe it, but it was terrifying!" Nie Xiaoqian said, taking a few steps back in horror.
Saying it is pointless.
After a moment of contemplation, Yan Chixia uttered two words: "Suppress!"
Ling Yi's eyes lit up, and he asked, "How does it work?"
"Look around!"
Ling Yi then noticed that the Yinsen Ghost Qi around him was Rapid Speed receding, and the previously dim space quickly became clear.
"Um?"
Ling Yi curiously took a few steps forward, and sure enough, as Ling Yi moved, the Ghost Qi began to retreat rapidly.
This greatly intrigued Ling Yi, and he instantly Teleportation to the Ghost Qi a thousand meters away.
As soon as Ling Yi appeared, the Ghost Qi scattered frantically in all directions like mice seeing a cat.
With a thought, Ling Yi put away the ball of energy.
I don't know what happened, but as long as I become stronger, that's all that matters.
We'll find someone to test its power later.
"This Underworld is a wonderful place!" Ling Yi turned and looked around, smiling.
Perhaps the biggest gain this time is not the Contribution Value, but the energy resulting from the combination.
At this moment, all other energies in Ling Yi's cells had disappeared, transforming into this mixed energy.
Just then, another group of Great Demon entered the Prison Space. The Demon Beast Power of some of the death row inmates entered Ling Yi's body and was instantly devoured by this mixed energy.
And the mixed energy also increased a tiny bit.
With a thought, Ling Yi stopped absorbing the Demon Beast Power.
Before fully understanding this mixed energy, Ling Yi didn't want to absorb any more energy.
They will be temporarily stored in the Prison Space's warehouse and devoured when needed.
This mixed energy is terrifying; what if the body can't handle it and explodes if there's too much of it?
Although it was unlikely, Ling Yi decided it was better to be cautious.
"Brother Ling, when are we leaving here?" Ning Caichen asked cautiously.
This is, after all, the Underworld. Even with Ling Yi's Golden Light Curse protecting him, Ning Caichen, as an ordinary person, still felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Let's leave now!" Ling Yi said after a brief hesitation.
This Underworld is a great place. If I ever run out of Contribution Value, I can come here to collect them. A steady, long-term approach is the best way to make money.
Moreover, Ling Yi has more important things to do now.
Ling Yi casually ripped open a Space Gateway.
However, when the group arrived, they were already on an official road.
"Hmm? It's not near Lanruo Temple?"
It seems Ling Yi will need some time to adapt to the power of this Chaos energy.
"This is outside Guobei County. Guobei County is just three or five miles ahead," Yan Chixia said at this moment.
"Then let's go to Guobei County first."
Yan Chixia naturally had no objections, Ning Caichen was never one to have his own opinions, and as for Nie Xiaoqian, she had already been returned to her urn.
This trip to the Underworld had a significant impact on both Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen.
Yan Chixia strengthened his resolve to stay by Ling Yi's side; only by becoming stronger could he avoid being so utterly useless as he was today.
Ning Caichen was also determined to learn Daoist Daoist Arts from Ling Yi, but he didn't want to give up on Nie Xiaoqian.
I'm trying to figure out if there's a way to have the best of both worlds.
Guobei County is a small county with a population of less than 100,000.
The streets were muddy, filled with ragged beggars, boisterous constables, and scoundrels who were prone to committing violence in the streets.
Three words: dirty, messy, and terrible!
As soon as Ling Yi and his two companions appeared, they were spotted by many people.
Compared to the others, Ling Yi and Yan Chixia's attire was considered luxurious in the eyes of these people.
Although the Yan Chixia looked intimidating, Ling Yi and Ning Caichen were dressed as scholars, especially Ling Yi, who was definitely a prime target.
Too many people are eyeing Ling Yi and his group; there are too many wolves and not enough meat, but no one dares to make the first move.
Yan Chixia's Intimidation is still considerable.
Ordinary ruffians and scoundrels dared not make a move, but the constables did.
A group of constables spotted Ling Yi and his companions and rushed over, Tuantuan the three with broadswords and short clubs.
One of the leaders casually glanced at a portrait, then waved his hand and said, "These three are wanted criminals by the imperial court. Seize them! If they resist, their lives are at stake!"
"We are not wanted criminals, you have the wrong people!" Ning Caichen shouted.
But these people didn't listen to Ning Caichen at all. Whether he was a wanted criminal or not didn't matter. Anyway, they would be dead and unable to testify, so who would dare to say anything?
They've done this kind of thing more than once or twice; they're very experienced in it.
A dozen or so constables rushed up, ready to strike the three men with broadswords and short clubs.
Yan Chixia's face was grim. Just as he was about to teach these people a lesson, a sword rang out, and at the same time, a figure rushed into the group of constables.
" Xiahou, spare his life!" Yan Chixia exclaimed in alarm.
Yan Chixia recognized the newcomer; he was none other than Xiahou Jian, a renowned swordsman in the Jianghu.
Xiahou Jian completely ignored Yan Chixia. With Jian Yi, several constables clutched their necks and collapsed.
When he was about to kill the other constables, Yan Chixia drew his sword and stopped him.
"Are you insane? How dare you try to kill a constable?" Yan Chixia roared in fury.
"Kill them if you want. These people are ten or a hundred times worse than those mountain bandits and brigands. They've killed countless innocent souls."
Xiahou Jian and Yan Chixia Dingdang and slashed at each other at great speed, sparks flying as their longswords collided.
"This Xiahou Jian's Kung Fu Hustle are not bad!" Ling Yi murmured.
Ling Yi actually admired Xiahou Jian quite a bit. Although he was a bit reckless, he was right; these people did indeed deserve to die.
Compared to local thugs, bandits, and outlaws, these people are a hundred times worse.
"The mortal realm has its own laws. These people should be punished and handed over to the authorities. You recklessly committed suicide; how are you any different from those thugs?"
"Haha, Yan Chixia, you are truly the epitome of pedantry, utterly pedantic."
Ling Yi stroked his chin and watched the show with Ning Caichen.
"Has Yan Chixia lost his mind from practicing Daoism?"
He glanced at Ning Caichen beside him and asked, "Brother Ning, do you think these people should be killed or not?"
Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Ning Caichen said in a trembling voice, "Killing is justified, but this swordsman was far too reckless."
Ling Yi was somewhat surprised, not expecting Ning Caichen to say such a thing.
"What would you do Na Ruo?"
"Of course, we should teach them a lesson first, and then kill them when no one is around. In any case, being on the imperial court's wanted list will cause a lot of trouble."
Ling Yi nodded. Although Ning Caichen was frail and weak, he still had a brain.
Except for getting confused about Nie Xiaoqian's matter!
In comparison, Yan Chixia disappointed Ling Yi somewhat.
"Who else is in your family?" Ling Yi asked again.
"There's no one left. She had a wife before, but she left with someone else for a bag of millet. A few months ago, my mother also passed away."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have risked traveling 800 miles to collect debts for someone."
Ning Caichen said somberly.
He nestled the urn in his hand closer to his chest, as if to comfort Ning Caichen.
Ling Yi was speechless. "You guys can even show off like this?"
At this moment, Yan Chixia and Xiahou Jian had already determined the victor.
After all, Yan Chixia was a cultivator, and his strength far surpassed that of Xiahou Jian.
Xiahou Jian's longsword had broken, and he stared at Yan Chixia with a grim expression.