Family Immortal Cultivation: Li Clan

Li Changsheng did not dare to be careless. His body shook, his blood and qi were surging, and the golden divine thunder flowed on his body. He also punched out.

The two fists collided, and the two retreated dozens of feet each. They seemed to be evenly matched. This scene surprised everyone around.

Especially Huang Zhilan and others, their eyes were wide open. Before Li Changsheng said that he would leave the transformation of the spirit to him, they thought he was joking.

"You are a physical cultivator!"

Spirit Ghost Master's eyes flickered, and he was also very surprised. He did not expect that Li Changsheng's physical body was not inferior to his.

Seeing that Li Changsheng did not speak, Spirit Ghost Master changed the subject and said, "You are quite strong. As long as you can join my Canglan Realm, I can guarantee to provide you with a spiritual object for the transformation of the spirit to help you break through."

"Sorry, I am not ready to be a traitor for the time being."

Li Changsheng shook his head and refused directly.

"Since you are stubborn, I can only send you on your way."

Spirit Ghost Master was murderous, knowing that if he did not kill Li Changsheng, he would be able to break through the transformation of the spirit sooner or later.

He stretched out his right hand, a black light flashed, and a large black banner appeared in his hand.

The banner exuded strong mana fluctuations, and various ghost patterns were engraved on it, full of evil spirit.

The Ghost God Banner, a top-grade spiritual treasure, was his life treasure. He was worried that Li Changsheng would escape, so he didn't intend to give him any chance.

He injected his mana into it, and the Ghost God Banner immediately became larger. In the blink of an eye, it became a hundred feet in size. The patterns on the banner were lifelike, like living things.

"Die!"

The Ghost Master roared, waved the banner, and the entire mountain range immediately darkened. Tens of thousands of ghosts emerged from his banner, emitting the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and covered Li Changsheng.

These ghosts have at least Jindan cultivation, including human cultivators and monster spirits.

Li Changsheng's face was solemn, and a large piece of golden divine thunder appeared on his body. He pinched his magic formula, and thunder exploded in the void. The golden divine thunder swirled around Li Changsheng, forming an extremely huge lightning defense circle.

"Boom!"

The ghost collided with the thunder and exploded immediately, turning into nothingness, leaving only wisps of black smoke floating in the air and disappearing.

However, there were too many ghosts, and there were many Yuanying stage ghosts among them. As time passed, Li Changsheng's body defense became increasingly dim. Obviously, his magic power could not hold up for long.

On the other side, the sound of the piano resounded in the void, and the disciples in the mountains exploded and died one after another. Some began to attack the people around them, and some caused destruction everywhere. For a time, the Yunluo Mountains were in chaos with flames rising to the sky.

"Damn it!"

A short and fat man in the late Yuanying stage looked at the scene in the mountains, his eyes full of anger.

No one noticed that under the mountains, a flash of light flashed into the mountains and disappeared.

At this moment, Master Linggui also noticed Ye Ruxuan. He didn't expect that there was another sound cultivator. Illusion really had too much influence on low-level disciples.

Thinking of this, he sprayed a mouthful of blood on the banner.

The next moment, the banner shone brightly, and the ghost pattern on it flashed. A ferocious ghost crawled out of the banner, exuding the breath of the great perfection of the Nascent Soul.

As soon as this ghost appeared, it was more than ten feet long, all black, with a sharp bone spur standing on its chest, eyes dark red, mouth wide open, fangs exposed, and a hoarse roar, like a ferocious beast.

Under the command of Master Linggui, it flew straight towards Ye Ruxuan.

Ye Ruxuan was fighting with a short and fat man in the late Nascent Soul.

"Madam, be careful!"

Ye Ruxuan's expression condensed, and she waved her hand to offer a small yellow umbrella, which spun around and instantly turned into a size of dozens of meters to protect her.

At this moment, a ghost claw suddenly hit the small umbrella, and the yellow light on the yellow umbrella kept flashing, temporarily resisting the attack.

However, the yellow umbrella was also dim, with a white ghost claw mark on it, obviously the ghost had the ability to pollute the magic weapon.

A black light flashed, and a ferocious ghost appeared in front of her.

The short and fat man was overjoyed when he saw this scene, and he cooperated with the ghost to attack Ye Ruxuan.

Ye Ruxuan was also in a panic for a while. She found that illusion had no effect on this kind of ghost, and this ghost was strong. With the cooperation of one ghost and one person, she could only barely resist.

Li Changsheng was also very solemn when he saw this scene. With a thought, a touch of purple light flashed, and it was a purple pagoda, exuding a noble atmosphere.

He cast several spells into the Ziyang Glazed Tower, and the tower suddenly glowed. A purple light enveloped thousands of feet in radius. The ghost energy around Li Changsheng was directly dispelled, and even the Nascent Soul ghosts showed a look of fear.

When Master Linggui saw this, his face suddenly changed: "Tongtian Lingbao!"

Seeing that Li Changsheng actually took out a Tongtian Lingbao, he was a little unbelievable, but greed immediately flowed out of his eyes.

"If you want my treasure, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Li Changsheng's magic power was madly injected into the Ziyang Glazed Tower, and the tower body quickly grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it became ten feet tall. The top of the tower emitted a brilliant purple light, like a hanging pearl.

"Suppress it for me!"

Li Changsheng shouted, and saw that the windows of each floor of the tower were wide open, and purple chains extended from the windows of each floor, entangled with those ghosts.

"Ah..."

Only shrill screams were heard, and all the ghosts touched by the purple chain kept screaming, and then their souls flew away.

Although the Nascent Soul evil spirits could resist, the ghost energy on their bodies was constantly purified by the purple energy overflowing from the chains. In just a few breaths, several Nascent Soul evil spirits in the early stage dissipated in the air.

"Bold!"

Spirit Ghost Master saw this with a grin, and his heart was distressed. These evil spirits were cultivated by him with great effort. If too many were lost, the grade of the Ghost God Banner would also decline.

He pinched the magic formula, and the Ghost God Banner danced. Yin energy filled the sky and the earth. In a blink of an eye, Li Changsheng could not hear any sound. It was pitch black around him, and he could not feel any spiritual energy.

"You are the first Nascent Soul who can let me use the ghost domain. You can die with your eyes closed."

As the voice of Spirit Ghost Master fell, gusts of cold wind blew, and countless ghosts appeared out of thin air, densely packed, and rushed towards Li Changsheng like locusts.

Li Changsheng opened his mouth and sprayed out the dry Yang true fire, which turned into a protective shield covering his entire body. As long as the ghosts approached him, they would be burned into nothingness.

However, these ghosts seemed endless, constantly pouring out from all directions, so dense that they could not be killed at all.

His expression was extremely solemn at the moment. He could not absorb the external spiritual energy at the moment, and even the range of his spiritual consciousness was greatly reduced. Once his magic power was exhausted, he could only wait for death.