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

Outside the Ghost Spirit Mountain Range.

A top-grade Rank Three Yin artifact, the Cursed Desolate Tower, floated into the air, its brilliant gray light blooming, enveloping the area within a square mile, filled with the power of "Sealing" curse.

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In just a moment, this place turned into a small "Desolate Town". Within a range of ten thousand miles, all Yin power, mental power, and divine abilities became unusable. The only thing that could function was physical fitness.

This is the forbidden magic domain.

A heaven-defying and unsolvable curse.

The next second.

The group of participating ghosts gathered outside the Ghost Spirit Mountain Range also noticed this change, their pupils shrinking violently.

A few traces of panic appeared on their ghostly faces.

"What's going on? I can't sense the Yin power in my body."

"Me too. Not only Yin power, but also the mental power I used to control the flying ghost beasts has suddenly lost contact with me."

"Divine abilities can't be activated either. Our arrangement has been seen through."

The ghosts began to stir.

Their faces were filled with unease.

Don't look at them as existences above the Ghost God level. In the Pure Land world, they are either overlords or privileged classes.

But at this moment, they were all panicked.

No other reason.

This "Sealing" is too fatal.

It weakened their strength by more than 90% on the spot.

"Junior, what exactly did you do?"

A participating ghost shouted sternly.

As if to embolden himself.

Jiang Ming's eyes were half-closed, his steps stomping, and the amplified Lv12 skill [Ghost Domain] was activated immediately.

He instantly came in front of the ghost who spoke, grabbed his neck, and said in a quiet tone: "Answer my question. Have you seen the bone ship team staying here?"

"I—"

This participating ghost looked around, unable to say anything concrete.

Crack.

Jiang Ming didn't waste any words, simply and neatly snapping the other party's neck, and with a casual flick, his figure had already appeared in front of another Nightmare-level Ghost God nearby.

"What about you?"

A light sentence made this participating ghost of the Nightmare level tremble all over.

His eyes were full of horror.

"You—you are not affected?"

What he said was naturally the "Sealing" effect.

Logically speaking, such a large-scale restriction method should be a indiscriminate suppression. After all, if it only suppressed one side, then this ability would be too heaven-defying, and it would not be something that the Ghost God level could master.

But now he realized that he was naive.

That man was clearly not suppressed in any way, and could still use the Ghost Domain and Yin power at will. What the hell are we playing?

"Next."

Jiang Ming stepped out and continued to speak.

Showing the ferocity to the fullest.

With the posture of dominating the battlefield.

Seeing this.

The remaining participating ghosts were all frightened.

Their scalps tingled.

Their faces turned pale.

They never expected that this man would have such heaven-defying methods, which could indiscriminately weaken their strength, turning them from hunters into prey in an instant.

Such a contrast made them almost crazy.

At this time.

Old Ghost Spine spoke, pointing to the Desolate Tower suspended above Jiang Ming's head, and said sternly: "Don't panic, this is not his own ability, but caused by that high-level Yin artifact. That should be the weapon of the Ghost Emperor of the Ghost Spirit. As long as we grab it, we can turn the tables."

Jiang Ming's mouth twitched into a sneer: "You can try."

Hearing this.

All the participating ghosts were provoked.

Feeling that they were looked down upon by an insignificant character.

"Bold, you, a character who came out of nowhere, dare to underestimate us."

"If it weren't for the Ghost Emperor of the Ghost Spirit's inheritance, you wouldn't even be worthy of carrying our shoes."

"Little ghost, you must know that there are ghosts outside ghosts, and heavens outside heavens. You have only obtained the Ghost Emperor's inheritance, and have not yet advanced to the Ghost Emperor."

"If it were in the Underworld Empire, we could crush you with one hand."

The ghosts were furious, and replied one after another.

Their movements were even faster.

They crossed a hundred meters in one stride, came in front of Jiang Ming, and formed a siege, desperately waving their ghost arms, smashing their strength over.

For a time.

Fist shadows filled the sky.

Each punch contained the enormous power above the Ghost God level.

Once hit, there is absolutely no reason to be intact.

Old Ghost Spine turned his direction and leaped high towards the direction where the Desolate Tower was, his ghost hand grabbing in the air, trying to take the Yin artifact suspended in mid-air while Jiang Ming was overwhelmed.

To this.

Jiang Ming smiled very mockingly.

His gestures showed the "underestimation" to the fullest.

He stood on the spot, his hands behind his back, without any intention of defending, as if letting the other party bombard him.

Now.

The ghosts were even more furious.

The fist was heavier.

The fist speed was faster.

Afterimages were all around.

The sound of breaking through the air was endless.

They wanted to beat this Ghost Emperor of the Ghost Spirit's inheritor to death with random punches.

But unfortunately, they failed.

The ghost arms they swung directly penetrated Jiang Ming's body, bombarding behind him. Not to mention causing him a little damage, they couldn't even make the corner of his clothes move half a point.

"Damn it, it's Myriad Laws Invulnerability."

Seeing this scene.

Many participating ghosts reacted, their faces changed dramatically, and the fighting spirit that they had managed to raise dropped sharply at this moment until it was completely extinguished.

No other reason.

In front of them, who only had the strength of their physical bodies left, "Myriad Laws Invulnerability" was undoubtedly the most rogue method, and it was a dimensionality reduction blow to them.

No matter how they bombarded, they could not cause any damage to Jiang Ming.

For no reason.

They looked at Old Ghost Spine leaping high.

That was their last resort.

If Old Ghost Spine could successfully subdue the Desolate Tower and remove the suppression on them, then they who had recovered to their peak state would lock in the victory. If they couldn't, then they would only have to escape.

At the same time.

Old Ghost Spine was also under great pressure.

Cold sweat broke out.

Due to the sudden change, they had forgotten that Jiang Ming, who had not been suppressed, could use "Myriad Laws Invulnerability" to invalidate their attacks. Now the key to victory or defeat came to him. He carried the hope of all ghosts. He could not fail.

This Calamity-level Ghost God belonging to the Reincarnation King Palace shouted in his heart.

The speed was even faster.

Rows of humanoid phantoms appeared behind him.

The air was constantly exploding.

As one can imagine, what extent had Old Ghost Spine raised his speed to?

He poured all his hope into this action, to succeed in one blow and determine the battle situation.

"Faster, faster, faster."

Old Ghost Spine roared in his heart.

The ghost hand stretched out desperately, trying to touch the tower-shaped Yin artifact suspended in mid-air.

Just as the ghost hand was about to touch the Desolate Tower, with less than a centimeter left, a faint voice suddenly exploded.

"I have a Ghost Domain, what's the point of you wasting this effort?"

Jiang Ming tilted his head.

Quite puzzled.

After that.

With a stretch of his five fingers, the Desolate Tower returned to his hand, floating into the air.

At this moment.

All the participating ghosts were in despair.

Their expressions were ashen,

The hope in their eyes receded little by little, and a sense of powerlessness swept over them.

At this moment.

They felt like they were facing a Ghost God head-on while still at the Ghost King stage.

They couldn't win.

They simply couldn't win.

Thinking this, the thought of fleeing arose in their minds.

Perhaps—by escaping this area and shaking off this suppression, they might have a glimmer of hope.

Without much hesitation, three seconds after the Spinal Old Ghost's failure, some of the participating ghosts with quicker minds had already turned around and fled in the opposite direction.

They didn't believe that this heaven-defying suppression method had no limitations.

Whether it was time or range.

Regardless, escaping from here first was always the right choice.

In an instant.

The ghost crowd scattered in all directions.

They began to flee in all directions.

Even the once confident Spinal Old Ghost had no choice but to do so. Although he was leaning on a cane and his whole body was limp, his escape speed was the fastest, leaving all the other ghosts behind.

Seeing this.

Jiang Ming shook his head.

"I already told you I have a Ghost Domain, what's the use of running so fast?"

As soon as he spoke.

Jiang Ming took a step forward.

His figure appeared beside the most lagging Ghost God.

"Answer my previous question, did you see any other teams besides yourselves staying here?"

Hearing the voice in his ear, this Ghost God's mentality collapsed.

He hurriedly shouted: "No, I didn't see anything. When I came, there was only us here, no other teams."

"Then you can die."

Jiang Ming coldly uttered a sentence.

His figure once again caught up with another participating ghost.

The previous Ghost God was completely torn apart, and the wreckage was scattered on the ground.

In the distance.

The eight great Ghost Gods saw this scene, and the worry in their eyes did not diminish.

"Young Master is really angry this time. He's taking action without any mercy. If you get caught, you die."

"They brought it on themselves. Young Master was already in a bad mood because of the disappearance of the remaining teams, and they still had to cause trouble and waste time. They can only blame themselves for being killed."

Palace Master Dark Shadow said coldly.

Among the remaining teams, not only were there elite forces from Yin Sha Palace and Myriad Beast Palace, but there was also the Scarlet Queen, this "stepmother." Now that they have all disappeared, it would be strange if his father was in a good mood.

These participants can only be said to have run into the muzzle of a gun.

Otherwise, based on his understanding of his dear father during this period, it is likely that not many of these participants would have died, and they would have all been incorporated, instead of being almost completely wiped out as they are now.

Before long.

Jiang Ming instantly appeared in front of the two fastest-running participating ghosts.

One of them was the Spinal Old Ghost, whose rank was infinitely close to Pseudo-Emperor level. Even though he was like decaying wood, he still had a background far surpassing other ghosts.

The other was also a Calamity-level Ghost God.

He once said that he came from the Nether Soul Hall.

His ancestors had inextricable connections with the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor.

"What about you? Do you know any clues?"

Jiang Ming looked at the Calamity-level Ghost God from the Nether Soul Hall and said quietly.

As soon as he finished speaking.

This Calamity-level Ghost God showed a fierce look. Without saying a word, he took out a semi-finished top-grade Yin artifact that he had prepared long ago, a short blade covered with ghost runes, and stabbed it at Jiang Ming almost in the blink of an eye.

"Since you won't give me a way out, then don't blame me for fighting to the death."

He saw very clearly that this man had already begun to kill ghosts indiscriminately. As long as the answer was wrong, they were guaranteed to die.

And he also didn't know the so-called clues.

Under this premise, his only way out was to catch him off guard and suddenly launch an attack.

Even if he couldn't stab the opponent to death, it would be a gain to be able to injure him.

This could buy him more time to escape.

"Ignorant."

Jiang Ming said calmly.

With a flip of his palm, the semi-top-grade Yin artifact short blade that was originally held in the hand of this Calamity-level Ghost God had already appeared in his hand, and in the other party's wide-eyed gaze, it pierced into his heart and stirred it around.

Thump.

Another ghost corpse fell.

The death was equally perfunctory.

A dignified Calamity-level Ghost God died from a short blade that had not even been infused with Yin power.

It was as outrageous as being killed by a kitchen knife.

"Only you are left."

Jiang Ming looked at the Spinal Old Ghost who was about to escape the Forbidden Magic Domain, and with a flick of the short blade in his hand, he nailed it to the ground in front of the Spinal Old Ghost.

The meaning was obvious: move again, and you die.

Immediately.

The Spinal Old Ghost stopped.

He didn't dare to move anymore.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't even dare to turn around, and could only shout in horror: "Don't kill me, I belong to the Ten Halls of Yama,

I am really a ghost under the command of King Zhuanlun. If you kill me, King Zhuanlun will not let you go. It's not worth being targeted by the Ten Halls of Yama for my cheap life."

Jiang Ming remained unmoved.

He stepped forward.

He said in a cold tone: "Answer my question."

Hearing this.

The Spinal Old Ghost's eyes flickered a few times.

He hesitated.

The corners of his mouth even pulled out a bitter look.

Obviously.

He did know some clues.

"If I tell you, will you let me go?"

"If you tell me, I can kill you the next time we meet."

Hearing this.

The Spinal Old Ghost breathed a sigh of relief.

His whole body relaxed a lot.

He mustered up his courage to turn around, looked at Jiang Ming, and said bitterly: "I did see the team you mentioned, one riding a Nether Ark, and the other riding a Ghost God-level giant turtle."

"Not bad."

"Then don't waste your effort, because they have already been taken away by King Zhuanlun Wu Xia'er and taken into his Divine Realm. Even if you go looking for them, it will be useless. King Zhuanlun Wu Xia'er will never spit out what he has set his eyes on."

Jiang Ming understood.

He thought to himself that it was indeed as expected.

To forcibly abduct a team of dozens of Ghost Gods without leaving any traces of battle, the other party must have opened up a Divine Realm.

Those who can do this, apart from those true Ghost Emperor-level existences, are nothing more than the privileged class of the Underworld Emperor's Domain, such as the ethereal Xu Tian that Yingqi Female Ghost relied on, and the Ten Halls of Yama that King Zhuanlun relied on.

Right now.

It was just a guess coming true.

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes and asked: "Where is King Zhuanlun now?"

When the Spinal Old Ghost heard this, he was shocked.

Was this guy planning to go and find trouble with King Zhuanlun Wu Xia'er?

That's too much.

That was King Zhuanlun, the master of one of the Ten Halls of Yama.

One of the future heirs to the Underworld Emperor's throne.

Did this guy not know the identity and strength of King Zhuanlun Wu Xia'er?

The Spinal Old Ghost thought this way, but then he thought again that this seemed to be an opportunity.

As long as he brought this heir of the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor in front of King Zhuanlun Wu Xia'er, even if he couldn't swallow the inheritance of the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor alone, he could take this opportunity to make a great contribution and save his life.

It was a win-win situation.

Thus.

He tentatively said: "King Zhuanlun Wu Xia'er asked me to stay here, but he said that if there is any situation,

I should immediately report it to him. I can contact him immediately to obtain the latest whereabouts coordinates."

Jiang Ming took a deep look at the Spinal Old Ghost: "Okay."