I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

"This is the only place to go to the source of ghost energy, and it is suitable for an ambush."

Su Zuo asked his senior brother to look at the map he had just drawn on the ground with his scabbard and point out several suitable locations for ambush.

There is not much cover in the entire desert in the secret realm. There are only dense forests near the source of ghost energy, which is naturally hidden.

If a ghost cultivator wants to replenish his ghost energy or have a good time fighting, he can only do so in a place like this, where there must be dangers everywhere.

Mu Yuzhou's brows twitched slightly: "Oh, let's go harvest the ambush people?"

"Exactly, don't expose it." Su Zuo reminded his senior brother.

The premise of waiting for a rabbit is that it is a rabbit. If a wolf comes, it will be fatal, and the ambusher will of course run away.

And Su Zuo was not used to wasting time waiting, so he had no choice but to come to the door.

Yan Weiran could only put away the ghost sword he had just drawn.

It turns out that the junior sister and junior brother had already thought of pretending to be weak and had no intention of preparing to warm up.

Or he was too honest and didn't follow the train of thought.

The source of ghost energy near this jungle is too small, so no big influence must be interested in it. They left after making sure no one was around.

Soon, three unarmed figures appeared in the desert.

Su Zuo held a Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag in his hand, looked warily at the jungle not far away, and said, "There should be a source of ghost energy over there."

Mu Yuzhou nodded lightly: "That's just right. If you don't add some ghost energy, I won't be able to use the magic weapon anymore."

Su Zuo hesitated and said, "It looks a bit dangerous."

"Just leave quickly, I'm still in a hurry." Yan Weiran said.

The three of them walked towards the jungle.

In the darkness, countless eyes noticed them.

"Why are there only three of them? I don't like this small force, so you can go ahead."

"These three people are weak and reckless, and they don't look like they have any spirit."

"As long as they are not trash, they still have a few souls. Don't be too little. If you add up a little, you will have trouble."

"I take action, and their storage ring belongs to me."

"Don't be too greedy. I'll give you two-thirds, and I'll share one equally..."

The three small-power disciples who entered the jungle for the first time did not know that someone had already divided their property.

Su Zuo, who knew nothing about it, stepped into the jungle. The dry leaves rustled under her feet. Except for the footsteps of the three people, there was no sound around her.

It was unnervingly quiet.

"Ah……"

A short laugh suddenly emerged, echoing in the gloomy jungle.

A ghost cultivator appeared at the same time, wanting to see the shocked and horrified expressions of the three of them.

"What the hell, where did you come from?" Mu Yuzhou turned his head to look at him, his eyes wide with disgust.

A little bit of shock, not a bit of fear.

The young ghost cultivator immediately broke through: "Kill!"

"You don't know what is good or bad..."

The ghost energy overflowed, turning into a fierce ghost at the words of the young ghost cultivator and rushing towards the three people, roaring sharply and deafeningly.

At the same time, several ghostly auras were rushing towards them, and people appeared one after another in the jungle, obviously trying to kill them all.

Su Zuo put away the Wangui flag, drew out the ghost sword, and slashed it with one slash. The blade absorbed enough ghost energy and turned it into a dense sword light. In an instant, the ghost energy in front of him was swept away.

Boom!

"This knife can be used." Su Zuo thought to himself.

This sword was very restrained, but its attack power was not bad. With one strike, the ghost energy next to it was almost drained away, turning it into a fierce offensive.

The force of the sword broke through the formed ghost, and immediately chopped down the ghost cultivator not far away, and separated his body.

This means that she needs to be more restrained.

Su Zuo was very careful to only use sword techniques that were popular in the ghost realm. The flashes of swords were like ghosts asking for their lives, and the ghost cultivators were already dead before they could see clearly.

Finally, a young man couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "I hand over my soul! Senior, please don't kill me!"

The blade stopped in front of him.

There were not many ghost cultivators left around, and they were unable to escape under Mu Yuzhou's talisman and could only be trapped in place.

The ghost cultivator's young man felt chills in his heart just by facing the blade. He didn't dare to look directly at Su Zuo, for fear that she would chop him down if she was displeased.

Seeing Su Zuo stop, the two senior brothers also stopped and looked in this direction.

"I am the young leader of the Fengtian Sect, and I have many souls in my hands." The young man said in a deep voice, "As long as the seniors keep me alive, 70% of the souls from the next tribulation can be divided among you!"

Seventy percent of the essence!

This price is not too high to buy a life, but it is still negotiable. If his one-time bid is too high, it will be like a delaying measure. After all, no one lives to be a cow or horse.

"How much do you have now?" Su Zuo asked.

The young man regained some confidence and looked up at her: "When I first arrived, I only had a thousand souls, but from now on..."

"Too little."

Su Zuo raised the knife, and the blade was about to cut through him in the next second.

The young man roared: "Three thousand!"

The blade gently landed on the side of the young man's neck.

Su Zuo spread his hands.

The young leader of the Fengtian Sect honestly took out a storage ring and handed it to her, looking very reluctant to part with it.

Su Zuo's consciousness swept away: "Four are missing."

The young leader of Fengtian Sect: "..."

It really counts!

The young leader of the Fengtian Sect laughed and said, "It's probably because of the mistakes made by my subordinates..."

With that said, he handed over another storage ring, which contained hundreds of spirits.

"It's really gone this time, senior!"

Su Zuo looked at his tearless face and sneered calmly: "Isn't that more than that?"

"Senior, we agreed on three thousand, but now there are hundreds more. They are really gone..."

The young ghost cultivator had a troubled expression on his face, and there was a wry smile in his eyes, like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, Su Zuo couldn't kill them now, and if he did, the subsequent benefits would be gone.

As expected, Su Zui put away the knife.

The young man took two steps back and felt relieved. He thought that it was true that he was young and did not have enough moral character to be soft-hearted.

"Which religion does your senior belong to?" he then asked.

Su Zuo is much younger than the young leader. He was a little uncomfortable calling him "senior" at first, but now he is becoming more and more comfortable with it.

Anyway, I have long been shameless. As long as I can survive, I can call him ancestor, not to mention senior.

Su Zuo didn't answer. Suddenly, another powerful ghostly aura enveloped him from around him.

The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind!

A group of young ghost cultivators slowly gathered around, with hidden murderous intent.

A young man in the lead looked at Su Zuo and others: "Are you from the Fengtian Sect?"

Su Zuo said without hesitation: "I'm not."

The young man smiled slightly and said: "Then leave quickly. This place belongs to my Yongchang sect. These people will also be left to us to kill."

The Fengtian Sect is also a big ghost sect, but if they have had conflicts with them, they will kill them if they can, and they can also make a fortune out of these people's wealth.

Unfortunately, Su Zui had never heard of Yongchang Cult, so he looked at him with unclear meaning.

"If you want to kill them and cut off my wealth, you have to bid." Su Zuo said casually, "They must still have souls in their hands. As long as they are handed over to you, they will all be yours."

Hearing this, the young leader of the Fengtian Sect looked ugly and almost went into a murderous rage.

Just sell them!

They still negotiate the price blatantly, without even the slightest intention of avoiding them.

"Okay! Interesting!"

The young ghost cultivator from Yongchang Sect laughed twice and threw out a storage ring.

There are three thousand spirits inside!

This is the essence that can only be obtained by killing three thousand ghosts in the secret realm. Even if you kill powerful ghosts that have swallowed other ghosts, you can only get a few more at a time.

Three thousand is by no means a small amount.

Su Zuo took the answer and began to stand by and watch them kill.