Super Field Energy Controller

These ghost faces had distorted faces, their mouths kept opening and closing, as if they were making silent but shrill roars, and they were also eating each other. Each ghost face was frantically biting and devouring the ghost faces around it. Once the devouring was successful, it would emit a gloomy and weird miserable laugh.

In the process of eating each other, the facial features of the remaining ghost faces became more and more three-dimensional, and the expressions became more and more vivid, gradually forming the appearance of a head, which looked even more weird and creepy.

This scene was deliberately obscured and distorted by Yang Fan, so that the viewers could only see the green fire jumping.

"What kind of ghost fire is this!" Situ Qiu felt that the root of his neck was emitting cold air, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

For some reason, he had a very strong warning sign for this miserable green flame, as if he had seen a natural enemy.

Fortunately, this process was not long. In less than half a minute, the ghost heads became fewer and fewer in the mutual devouring, and finally there was only a ghost king-like head with curved horns on his head.

The ghost head seemed to have noticed Situ Qiu's gaze. It glanced at him with its dark green eyes, revealing a strange smile, and suddenly exploded with other green flames and completely dissipated.

Situ Qiu, with sweat on his forehead, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, because when the flames dissipated, what came into his eyes was no longer the extremely rough iron embryo, but a sharp black pestle with a sharp handle connected to the ghost head.

The appearance of the ghost head was clearly the last remaining ghost king!

Completely different from the Shanhe Ding, which exuded a neutral and peaceful atmosphere, this black pestle was full of ghostly aura, and the tip was glowing with dark green light. Just looking at it made people feel weird and ominous, which made people feel inexplicably creepy.

Especially the ghost king's eyes, which were lifelike, as if they condensed countless evil thoughts. Suddenly, his eyes moved and met Situ Qiu's eyes!

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Situ Qiu's face turned pale, and he took a deep breath, rooted his feet, and resisted the urge to retreat.

As if he was annoyed that Situ Qiu was not scared away, the ghost king's eyes were suddenly filled with resentment, and his face suddenly twisted and ferocious, choosing someone to eat.

Situ Qiu couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked in a voice transmission: "Master, what is this? It looks like a Buddhist demon-slaying pestle, but it's very..."

"Very evil, right?" Yang Fan smiled faintly and said: "Dragon veins are born with the righteousness of heaven and earth, especially the ancestral dragon veins. Nothing can overcome righteousness better than evil, so I just used the ghost clan's weapon refining method to refine it into a ghost pestle, which can be used to deal with the Kunlun ancestral dragon vein with twice the result with half the effort."

As he said this, he thought of something and continued: "By the way, you should feel a little uncomfortable. Although ghost cultivators can barely be regarded as the downstream branch of the ghost clan, ghost cultivators who have embarked on the path of cultivating gods are completely different from ordinary ghost cultivators. Ghosts and gods have been in opposition since ancient times, so you will feel disgust and rejection of the ghost clan's aura... Similarly, although the spirit of this ghost pestle is far from being called a ghost clan, it is born from the resentment of all living beings. It is instinctive to be hostile to you who are shrouded in the power of faith and will. Don't be too nervous."

Resentment of all living beings!

Situ Qiu's heart was shocked. He finally knew what the strange substance that had gathered from all directions was. Compared with the power of faith and will, the resentment of all living beings is like the dark side of the Tai Chi diagram.

"Wait! That ghost head is actually a magic weapon spirit, which means it is conscious?" Situ Qiu looked at the ghost head at the handle of the black pestle with a different look.

At this moment, there was a sudden rumble of thunder.

Situ Qiu raised his head suddenly and saw that a strange vortex-shaped purple cloud appeared silently over "Qixian Mountain" at some point. The depths of the flashing lightning faintly exuded a terrifying aura that made him shudder!

"Is this a thunder tribulation?" Situ Qiu's face was stiff, and he couldn't help showing a look of fear in his eyes.