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The monks then realized that not only was he fine after falling into the group of ghosts, but the ghosts were actually a little afraid of him.

"It's him! He summoned these ghosts!"

"Tian Qiming! What hatred do the people here have against you? Why are you harming us like this?"

"You were pretending to be so righteous before, but it turns out you are a sinister villain!"

"Everyone should work together to get out now. Why are you doing this to us?"

At this time, Tian Qiming had already stood up from the ground.

He immediately distanced himself from the others, chuckled sinisterly and looked at Lan Qingya: "Because of you, I didn't let Xiao Min come out. How did you find me?"

Lan Qingya pointed to her nose and said, "I smelled it."

Tian Qiming was puzzled: "Smell?"

"You smell like scum."

Tian Qiming: ...

Lan Qingya narrowed her eyes: "You weren't at this level before you came in, right?"

It seems that his spiritual power has reached the late stage of transformation.

He laughed sinisterly, "We Yin Road monks have always been despised by you who claim to be orthodox. Yes, I have been wandering in the mortal world for many years, using these evil means to fight for fame and fortune, but we have also been punished. Our cultivation cannot be advanced, and there is no hope of ascending. I have no offspring to inherit the tradition, and the incense has been cut off."

"We have already been punished so severely, why do you still look down on us? It's because of that damn sense of superiority!"

"It is you, the monks who appear noble on the surface but cannot escape the contempt chain, who are obsessed with appearances, that should be taught a lesson!"

"Besides, someone has promised me that if I accomplish this, I can change my fate and ascend to become an immortal!"

"This place is great. The corpse poison that is extremely toxic to you is my nourishment. The endless nourishment allowed me to advance from the early Nascent Soul stage to the late Spiritualization stage in just nine days!"

Lan Qingya frowned. Because he had absorbed a large amount of poisonous energy in a short period of time, his body was full of veins, his skin was as thin as a cicada's wing, and he was on the verge of bursting.

"Is this a good thing?" she asked coldly.

"Of course it's a good thing! This means that not only have I reached an unprecedented level of cultivation, but I can also enter the ghost world with a human body, become a ghost cultivator, and become a ghost king or ghost monarch, and never enter reincarnation again."

"You have been practicing to absorb Yin energy, and no one has noticed?"

"Discovered?" He snorted coldly, his eyes swept towards Liang Yu, who looked away guiltily, "That loser only knows how to change female cultivators every day, sleeping with one and then the other, how can he have the energy to care about other things?"

"I know there are monks here who can compete with him, but they are all cautious and self-protective. No one stands up to take responsibility, and no one speaks up. Everyone takes care of their own business, so I can be so successful."

The monks in the city had different expressions.

"Until you came along and united them. So what?"

Tian Qiming's face showed madness and cruelty: "Victory is now in sight. Do you see this poisonous fog? It's all my nourishment and my energy. How can you fight me?"

"As long as you all die here, who will know what happened?"

"Soon, I will break through the limits of the Yin Road monk and become the Ghost King!"

Lan Qingya waved her hand impatiently and said, "Stop dreaming, you can't do it."

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously, waved his right hand, and the little corpse ghost Xiao Min appeared behind Tang Jiao.

Xiao Min was about to reach out to pull Tang Jiao away, but Fu Feng immediately flashed between them and started fighting with Xiao Min.

Fu Feng is the strongest among the mountain spirits, with strength approximately at the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage. Yet he can't gain any advantage in the fight with Xiao Min.

Tian Qiming's strength has improved greatly in recent times, and even the ghosts in him have gained a lot of experience.

Lan Qingya pulled Tang Jiao behind her and told her to follow closely.

Tang Jiao nodded in agreement.

Seeing that she couldn't succeed, Xiao Min turned around and crawled into the crack in the ground to look for another opportunity.

The evil ghosts and demons that had originally stopped continued to pounce on the monks.

The number of evil ghosts in the ghost group is also gradually increasing.

Gong Yi Jue fired several group attack spells, and the cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Stage all looked at him sideways.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that his cultivation was above the level of Spirit Transformation.

The more you kill, the more will emerge.

As long as he is surrounded by this corpse poison fog, his strength will never be exhausted.

The only way now is to capture the leader first.

Lan Qingya summoned the Youlan Sword and flew towards Tian Qiming.

What the tip of the sword touched was a ball of black gas.

The black gas was completely dispersed by the spiritual power, and Tian Qiming also disappeared.

Hearing his sinister laugh from behind, Lan Qingya turned around and saw a stick of incense burning in Tian Qiming's hand.

He placed the incense stick on the ground and held it down with two stones. He looked at Lan Qingya with a grim smile and began to make seals with his hands.

How could she possibly watch him cast a spell? She immediately ran over and killed him with a sword.

Tian Qiming's body bent strangely, his hands kept making seals, but he had already retreated to a distance.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen Tian Qimings walked out from behind him, all with their hands in the air, looking at Lan Qingya with ill intent.

Ghost clone.

Lan Qingya concentrated her mind and calmed her breath. Within a breath, her figure flashed into a shadow, leaving only the sound of breaking wind, and she wiped the necks of seven or eight Tian Qimings.

Puff puff puff, the black fog dissipated, and one of the figures of Tian Qiming quietly jumped behind a broken wall.

Lan Qingya chased after it immediately after discovering it, but there was nothing behind the wall.

His movements were too mysterious.

Turning around, I saw cold winds blowing all around and a strange laugh coming from the air.

"Hehehe... You are so brave... You dare to call us brothers to work for you... Hehehe..."

The voice was shrill and twisted, and the laughter was cold and evil, giving the listeners goose bumps.

Lan Qingya had the answer in her heart, and she tensed up as she felt the subtle changes in the air.

Lin Feng approached Xu Xianyuan and Tang Jiao and asked, "Is there some powerful person here?"

Hua Xiangrong and Yuan Xi exchanged glances.

Qi Yanchen wanted to step forward to help, but Lan Qingya was concerned about his injury and shouted, "You are not needed here, get out!"

He had no choice but to return to his original position.

Gong Yi Jue flew over and stood side by side with her, supporting her silently.

Sure enough, two figures, one black and one white, gradually appeared in the air.

The white figure had a smile on his face. He was tall and thin, with a pale face and a long tongue hanging out of his mouth. The hat on his head had the words "First sight brings wealth" written on it.

The black figure had a fierce face, a fat body, a small dark face, and the words "Peace in the World" were written on the hat on his head.

It turned out to be the legendary Black and White Impermanence!

Lan Qingya was surprised and her eyes swept towards the incense stick.

Not to mention, Tian Qiming's cultivation is not that great, but he has a wide range of interests on a daily basis.

His previous cultivation was not enough to support the high-level spells he cast, but now that his cultivation has improved, he can use them without hesitation when needed.

Capturing spirits and dispatching generals is one of the few righteous spells used by the Yinlu monks.