Weird: Run away, he has conceptual-level abilities!

The words of the two Calamity-grade Ghost Gods were like a thunderclap on a clear day, unexpectedly striking the hearts of all the ghosts, causing them to tremble and reveal expressions of disbelief.

The Ghost Emperor of the Nether Soul's inheritance has already been obtained?

How is that possible?

They clearly remembered that Jiang Ming had been in the Desolate Pagoda for less than half a day. In such a short time, it was doubtful whether he could even pass the test of the first level of the Desolate Pagoda, let alone climb to the seventh level, pass the final assessment, and obtain the Ghost Emperor's inheritance.

This was too unbelievable.

It made the ghosts instinctively disbelieve it.

But…

The ones who spoke these words were the guardians of the Desolate Pagoda.

They were the most loyal and trusted vassals of the Ghost Emperor of the Nether Soul, otherwise they would not have been given such a responsibility.

Their words had a credibility of 100%.

In other words.

Jiang Ming, this anomaly, had really succeeded.

He had speedrun the Desolate Pagoda in less than half a day, obtained the supreme inheritance, become the successor of the Ghost Emperor of the Nether Soul, the master of Desolate Town, and their new master.

Instantly.

The entire place was in an uproar.

Whether they were surviving ghosts or native residents, they all erupted into excited cheers.

They were uncontrollably excited.

They roared at the top of their lungs, as if venting the emotions that had been suppressed for many years.

On the other side.

The hundred or so Bronze Ghosts from the patrol side became nervous, and a trace of panic appeared on their ghost faces under the bronze masks.

All their power came from Desolate Town.

Once this place was liberated, their power would lose its meaning.

In addition, the new master of Desolate Town stood on the opposite side of them and clashed with them, which was undoubtedly the worst situation.

They subconsciously looked at the patrol captain.

Wanting to know what to do next, whether to bow their heads, bow their heads, or bow their heads and kowtow.

"It's fake, all of this is fake, you're lying, he can't possibly get the Ghost Emperor's approval in such a short time and become the new master here, this is absolutely impossible."

At this time.

The patrol captain suddenly roared.

Publicly questioning the words of the two Calamity-grade guarding ghosts.

"The Desolate Pagoda test set by the Ghost Emperor is extremely difficult at every level, requiring one to be stronger than the Ghost Emperor in all aspects to pass. Even if a Ghost Emperor of the same level comes, it is impossible to surpass the Ghost Emperor in all aspects. How could he, a mere newly promoted Ghost God, do it? How can you prove that he has obtained the Ghost Emperor's inheritance?"

"There is only one possibility, you have betrayed the Ghost Emperor and colluded with this inheritor to secretly take Desolate Town for yourselves."

Speaking of the latter, the patrol captain's tone became more and more firm.

Looking like he was peeling back the layers of an onion, trying to find the truth.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed at the two guarding ghosts, pointed at Jiang Ming, his ghost face full of ferocity.

At the same time.

The patrol captain did not forget to look at the surrounding natives, scolding: "What are you waiting for? They are traitors, and even more so, rebels, who want to break the stability of Desolate Town. You are all Ghost Emperor's subjects, are you going to just sit back and watch these people destroy this place?"

Hearing this.

Many of the native ghosts hesitated.

They were special life forms of Desolate Town, living by relying on Desolate Town. Once Desolate Town changed, they would be the most affected.

Moreover.

What the patrol captain said was not without reason.

In their eyes, the Ghost Emperor of the Nether Soul was already the strongest ghost in the world, one of the ten most powerful Ghost Emperors in the entire Pure Land World. There might be a Ghost Emperor-level existence in this world who was better than the Ghost Emperor of the Nether Soul in some aspect, but it was impossible for a newly promoted Ghost God to perfectly surpass him in seven areas.

Even if it was placed tens of thousands of years ago, this kind of thing could not have happened.

It can be said that this is almost impossible.

One side was the words of the guardians guarding the Desolate Pagoda, and the other side was the words of the patrol captain in charge of Desolate Town. Which was true and which was false?

A group of natives hesitated.

Unable to make up their minds.

Seeing this, the patrol captain was both angry and anxious, and roared again: "What about your piety to the Ghost Emperor? Although the Ghost Emperor is dead, it doesn't mean there is no chance of resurrection. Are you also going to betray your master and serve a newly promoted Ghost God? Your…"

"Shut up!"

Just at this time.

The Eight Great Ghost Gods couldn't stand it anymore.

They walked out with gloomy faces and shouted.

Jiang Ming was their biological father, their godfather, the god they worshiped. They would not allow any ghost to jump up and down in front of their father, insulting the heaven in their hearts.

This was a great humiliation.

Only blood could wash it away.

If they couldn't kill him, it would be a disgrace to them, these sons of god.

"Young Master, why bother talking nonsense with them? Since they don't know what's good for them, then kill them. Anyway, the Ghost Emperor's inheritance has already been obtained, and we don't need to look at their faces anymore."

The Palace Master of the Myriad Beasts Palace said coldly.

A pair of dragon heads shone brightly, and killing intent swelled.

The purpose of their entry into the Nether Soul Mountains was the Ghost Emperor of the Nether Soul's inheritance. Now that the inheritance was in hand, this Desolate Town had lost its use to them, and it didn't matter if they killed all the natives here.

The six Palace Masters of the Shadow Palace also deeply agreed.

Being in the Underworld Empire, and all of them being Nightmare-level, how could they be good people? Killing ghosts was as normal to them as eating and drinking.

Jiang Ming nodded slightly, looking at the performance of his good sons, "Since that's the case, then I'll leave it to you."

Hearing this.

The Eight Great Ghost Gods grinned silently.

The Yin energy all over their bodies began to riot.

The fluctuations belonging to Nightmare-level Ghost Gods surged on them.

The longest time they could use Yin energy was ten minutes.

But that was enough.

Ten minutes, their lineup of one Ghost God infinitely close to Nightmare-level and seven Nightmare-level Ghost Gods was enough to kill the hundred or so patrolling Bronze Ghosts.

"Insulting Young Master, you have already chosen your own death."

The Eight Great Ghost Gods said coldly.

Their combat power was fully activated.

They released their divine abilities at the first moment.

Especially the six Palace Masters of the Shadow Palace. They themselves had conceived double divinity, and with the seven dragon fruits of the divine-grade Yin material Seven Wonderful Dragon Tree bestowing new Ghost God characteristics, including the high-level divinity of life and darkness, each of their six Nightmare-level Ghost Gods possessed three divinities.

In terms of combat power, each of them could be comparable to the peak of a second-tier Ghost God.

The Palace Master of the Myriad Beasts Palace was also the same.

As the Palace Master of the Myriad Beasts Palace, his rank was already at the peak of the second-tier Ghost God, and with the devouring of the trunk of the divine-grade Yin material Seven Wonderful Dragon Tree, further purifying the dragon bloodline in his body, his strength had already been comparable to a true Calamity-grade Ghost God.

At this moment, they shot together, and their power was terrifying to the extreme.

Even if a Calamity-grade Ghost God came, they would have to temporarily avoid their edge.

Thus.

The battle presented a one-sided situation.

The hundred or so patrol ghosts wearing bronze masks were mercilessly slaughtered.

The patrol captain ghost watched all of this, wanting to stop it, but also gradually revealed a sign of decline under the attacks of the Palace Master of the Myriad Beasts Palace, unable to protect himself.

In less than eight minutes.

The patrol ghost side was completely slaughtered.

The entire street was full of ghost corpses.

Large patches of ghost blood flowed.

Extremely bloody.

The patrol captain ghost wearing a golden mask also had all four limbs broken, weakly falling in a pool of blood. He wanted to speak, wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat couldn't make a sound, because his neck was almost completely broken, with only a few blood vessels connecting his entire head.

Finally.

His pupils completely diffused.

Seeing this situation.

Jiang Ming just glanced at it and ignored it, nodding in satisfaction at the Eight Great Ghost Gods: "Good job."

The Eight Great Ghost Gods smiled very happily.

The ferocious ghost faces seemed very innocent at this moment.

Looking like they were trying their best to perform, just to get a word of praise from their father.

After that.

They swept their gazes towards the surrounding natives and survivors, saying in a sinister tone: "Does anyone else have any objections? What kind of person is our Young Master? What capital do you have to make our Young Master painstakingly deceive you?"

"Remember, our Young Master is kind-hearted, that's why he didn't kill you all to prevent the news of the Ghost Emperor of the Nether Soul's inheritance from leaking out. Otherwise, according to our personalities, there would be no survivors in Desolate Town today."

Hearing this.

The ghosts fell into silence.

No ghost refuted.

No other reason.

The Eight Great Ghost Gods who could use Yin energy, plus the two Calamity-grade guarding ghosts whose abilities were not restricted, such a lineup indeed had the ability to kill the entire population of Desolate Town.

In other words.

Their lives were now in Jiang Ming's hands.

Whether they lived or died was entirely at the whim of others.

In this situation, even the most arrogant ghost knew the principle that the situation was stronger than people.

For a time.

The entire scene was quiet.

Their gazes focused on Jiang Ming.

Waiting for the final decision.

Jiang Ming was very satisfied with this result.

He bluntly said: "The Ghost Emperor of the Nether Soul is dead, I am the new master of Desolate Town, everything here is my asset, including you. Submit to me, I can take you out and let you escape the curse of Desolate Town."

Jiang Ming mainly said these words to the survivors.

The natives of Desolate Town themselves relied on Desolate Town and couldn't run away, but the survivors were different.

These ghosts were essentially inheritors like him, with their own identities in the outside world. Once they left the Nether Soul Mountains, they would inevitably disperse in a rush.

This was not the result he wanted to see.

His idea was very simple, if they couldn't become his ghosts, then they could only become dead ghosts, becoming the material for him to activate the lv10 skill [Devour Essence].

Hearing this.

Many of the surviving ghosts became noisy.

Their eyes were full of desire.

Some of the quick-witted ones had already asked: "Your Excellency, can you really let us leave Desolate Town and take us out of the Nether Soul Mountains?"

Jiang Ming nodded: "Of course I can."

"Then we submit."

Getting Jiang Ming's affirmation, the surviving ghost who spoke earlier knelt down on one knee very decisively, recognizing Jiang Ming as his master.

The remaining surviving ghosts hesitated for a few seconds, and also knelt down on one knee, showing their submission. None of them stood up to oppose it, and they didn't have the slightest psychological pressure about becoming someone else's slave.

Having been trapped in Desolate Town for tens of thousands of years, they had long lost their so-called dignity and pride. As long as they could leave this place and return to the Pure Land World, they were willing to pay any price, including condescending to others.

This was not something they couldn't accept.

Seeing this.

The smile on Jiang Ming's face was strong.

His gaze suddenly fell on the natives.

"What about you?"

Many of the natives looked at each other, and one by one bent their spines and respectfully saluted: "Greetings, Master."

For a time.

All the ghosts in the entire Desolate Town lowered their heads and paid homage to the new master.

The lowest rank among them had the strength above Ghost King, and more were Ghost Gods, exceeding two hundred, and the number of Nightmare-level Ghost Gods even reached fifty.

Such a lineup of power had surpassed any "Hall" level force, and was the number accumulated by the Pure Land World for hundreds of thousands of years.

Irreplicable.

Now.

All of these forces had been obtained by him.

Allowing him to accumulate a behemoth force all at once.

Jiang Ming sighed repeatedly.

Having subdued Desolate Town, he was closer to reaching the top of the Pure Land World.

When he had subdued all the participants who entered the Heavenly Abyss, he would indirectly control more than one-third of the forces and territories of the Pure Land World, and the change of dynasty would be in the near future.

Thinking of this.

Even Jiang Ming couldn't help but have his thoughts flying.

Being selected by the Pure Land Game, becoming a player, and now having hundreds of Ghost Gods under his command, he had only spent less than a year.

Such an achievement was unprecedented.

Give him a little more time, and he would kick off with his left foot, and go to heaven on the spot.

With this thought in mind.

Jiang Ming said with excitement: "Very good, you will not regret today's decision."

After the words fell.

Jiang Ming unfolded his Divine Kingdom.

All the ghosts were taken into the small world.

After doing all of this.

Jiang Ming left without any nostalgia, turning around and leaving.

"Let's go, the Heavenly Abyss should also welcome a new master."

"Yes!"

The Eight Great Ghost Gods responded in unison.

They were very excited.

They only had one thought in their hearts: the Heavenly Abyss couldn't stop their father, and the Pure Land World couldn't stop him either. They would follow their father and witness the rise of a generation of legends.

On the side.

The heroic female ghost's cold eyes flashed.

The color of worship in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

She also believed that Jiang Ming had the ability to shake the格局of the Heavenly Abyss and shake the格局of the Pure Land World.

……

At the same time.

Outside the Nether Soul Mountains.

A large group of participating ghosts gathered here.

Looking forward to it.

Not long ago, a brilliant beam of light was cast from the direction of the Nether Soul Mountains. The beam of light reached the sky and the earth, and penetrated the Heavenly Abyss and the Pure Land World. The movement was extremely amazing.

According to insiders, that was the vision produced by the opening of the Divine Kingdom.

Only a Divine Kingdom of high quality can attract the attention of the Pure Land World, descend blessings, and obtain blessings.

"Which genius has opened up a Divine Kingdom of such quality? Even the master of the Underworld Empire, the quality of the Divine Kingdom he opened is only high, is this another Ghost Emperor about to rise?"

Some Calamity-grade Ghost Gods said with envy.

They seemed to be high above and glamorous, but in fact their path forward had been cut off. If they wanted to go further, they needed to open up a Divine Kingdom to continue their potential. However, how difficult was it to open up a Divine Kingdom? Just meeting the conditions for opening up was full of difficulties and dangers. Even if they were lucky enough to open it up, the quality of the Divine Kingdom would at most be low.

And now…

A genius had opened an advanced Divine Kingdom. As long as they didn't die prematurely, they would definitely advance to the Ghost Emperor realm in the future, their potential directly chasing after the supreme ruler of the Underworld Empire.

"Do you think this genius obtained the legacy of the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor? Those in the Underworld Empire capable of opening a Divine Kingdom generally wouldn't choose to enter the Nether Soul Mountains. He'd rather risk greatly entering the Nether Soul Mountains, making him most likely a freelancer. Such a being shouldn't have the qualifications to open an advanced Divine Kingdom. The only possibility is that he obtained the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor's legacy, obtaining the resources left behind by this legendary Ghost Emperor. Only then could he rely on his predecessor's blessings to open an advanced Divine Kingdom."

One of the participants suddenly spoke, stating his deduction.

A pair of ghostly eyes darted around.

The other participants also had gleaming eyes, their expressions subtly uncertain, their pupils reflecting a hint of greed.

Clearly,

They agreed with this analysis.

They felt this was the most likely possibility.

After all,

Any organization with a bit of power and background in the Underworld Empire should know that the most dangerous place in the Abyss was the Nether Soul Mountains, without exception.

That was a true forbidden zone.

No ghost had ever come out alive from ancient times until now.

Because of this,

Even if they knew that the Nether Soul Mountains contained the legacy of the legendary Nether Soul Ghost Emperor, they wouldn't step into it.

Those who could step into this forbidden zone were mostly from small, insignificant backgrounds.

Thinking of this,

The greed in their hearts intensified.

If the other party was truly an independent freelancer with no backing, they might try to enter the Nether Soul Mountains to seize the legacy. This was much easier than painstakingly accepting the legacy assessment.

Once successful, they might be able to transform it into strength, open an equal Divine Kingdom, and reach the peak of their ghost lives.

Just as they were thinking this,

Buzz--

The Nether Soul Mountains trembled.

The green mist surrounding the peaks gradually dissipated, and the dim environment also became brighter. The previously unexplorable mountain scenery could now be easily penetrated by spiritual power.

These changes caused the surrounding participating ghosts to have a bold idea--

The Nether Soul Ghost Emperor's Divine Kingdom had disappeared.

Only when the Divine Kingdom dissipated would the Nether Soul Mountains reveal their true appearance and be perceivable.

Besides this,

This also represented another possibility.

The Nether Soul Ghost Emperor's legacy had already fallen into the hands of another ghost.

As soon as this thought emerged,

All the ghosts present were in an uproar.

Previously, they were just guessing, but now the guess had come true.

If the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor's legacy didn't already have an owner, how could the Nether Soul Mountains, this forbidden zone, have such a big change?

Instantly,

The gazes of the ghosts converged, staring intently at the Nether Soul Mountains, not letting go of any exit.

Some were even ready to make a move, their Yin power secretly circulating, ready to strike and snatch the person at any time.

In such an atmosphere,

Several figures walked out from the depths of the Nether Soul Mountains.

Leading them was a young man, tall and slender, with vigorous Yang energy, holding a pagoda-shaped Yin artifact in his hand, studying it as he walked.

Beside him was a graceful and valiant female knight, the Yin power fluctuations on her body occasionally escaping, emitting a terrifying coercion belonging to the Calamity level.

Further behind were eight Ghost Gods with inflated Yin power.

This was a ten-person team.

Composed of one Calamity-level Ghost God, seven Nightmare-level Ghost Gods, and one Ghost God-level Blood Corpse, led by the man holding the pagoda Yin artifact.

The ghosts immediately analyzed the other party's background.

Finally, they concluded that this team might have a significant background, but it hadn't reached the point where they would back down, especially since this team was suspected of obtaining the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor's legacy. That was the legacy of one of the Ten Great Ghost Emperors, the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor. Even a true Ghost Emperor would be tempted, so how could they restrain themselves?

Compared to the risk, the benefits brought by seizing the legacy were greater.

Without saying anything, snatch it.