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"This guy is still alive?" Fairy Xiushui's eyebrows drooped down from her beautiful face s.

Inside the Spirit Bridge pavilion, everyone looked at Ning Wufeng and asked curiously: "What is this guy doing?"

"Is he fighting with the Ghost General for the power of ghosts?" Naturally, there were those who were well-informed and knowledgeable.

There were many ghost cultivators like the Thousand Ghost Sect. However, ghost cultivators always gave people a gloomy and deep impression, completely different from Ning Wufeng's image, so everyone was very surprised.

What was even more strange was that this guy actually dared to snatch Soul Strength s from the Ghost Generals.

Qiu Jian looked at Ning Wufeng indifferently, his sword had returned to his hand. Three sword strikes had already been made. Even if the Ghost General had not been eliminated, he had left. However, the might of the three sword strikes were firmly engraved in everyone's minds.

Powerful warrior!

The strong ones of the God Ranking!

Many people wholeheartedly accepted Qiu Jian's strength, even he could not help but nod slightly.

The Ghost General was nearly scared out of its wits by the might of his three sword strikes. He watched Qiu Jian leave with fear in his eyes.

Then, his eyes suddenly turned to look at Ning Wufeng.

A mere intermediate Spirit Stage cultivator actually dared to spoil his plans! The fear in the Ghost General's eyes suddenly turned into a dark and fierce look as he stared at Ning Wufeng.

Previously, when Ning Wufeng crazily refined the power of the Ghost Servant and the Ghost-Soldier, he almost had no Soul Strength to borrow and died in Qiu Jian's hands. Now that Qiu Jian had left, the Ghost General immediately pointed his spear at Ning Wufeng.

"Little thing, how dare you spoil my plans! I will summon the Ghost Servant, the ghost soldiers, and you will even dare to refine them! " He only treated Ning Wufeng as an ordinary cultivator of the Ghost Art, with his eyes wide open, he roared every word.

Ning Wufeng turned a deaf ear to his words.

The Yin Yang Purple Lake was spinning frantically. The Gluttony Spirit Transformation Art was revolving to its limit as a black hole with a strong suction force appeared on his chest. It dragged thousands of Ghost Servant into his body.

The Soul Strength was rising rapidly, and Ning Wufeng's perception of the Ghost General's emotional changes became more and more obvious.

"One hundred and ten thousand."

"One hundred and twenty thousand."

"One hundred and thirty thousand!"

The speed at which he refined the Soul Strength became faster and faster, even the Ghost Generals couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

"Small abilities?" Ouye Changsheng looked at the Gluttony Spirit Transformation Art that Ning Wufeng was using and could not help but mutter under his breath. A strange expression flashed across his face as he called Tai Xiong to his side.

Tai Xiong looked at Ning Wufeng a few times with a puzzled expression. Hearing Ouye Changsheng's question, he whispered a few words to him before shaking his head.

Ouye Changsheng looked at Ning Wufeng's figure, and revealed a bland smile.

He hadn't thought that he would actually be able to see someone using a minor sacred art here. This was truly interesting.

"Hmph, you overconfident brat, you're still delusional enough to challenge the Ghost General." I think we're going to be torn to shreds by the ghost general soon. " Baiyan Boy had forced back the four ghost shadow under the Ghost General's command and had long since returned to the pavilion by the bridge.

He was extremely depressed in his heart. Why was it that when others came up to him to write and write, they were all in the limelight, so how could he possibly make a fool of himself? Now, even this brat who came out of nowhere dared to force his hand.

"Exactly, what a brainless thing." The nearby Fairy Xiushui hummed in agreement.

"Shut up, you're not allowed to talk about my brother like that." Tai Xiong snorted as he glared at the two of them.

"Hmph." Baiyan Boy and Xiushui looked at Ouye Changsheng and scoffed at the same time.

At this time, when the Ghost General saw that Ning Wufeng still had no intention to stop, he felt that Ning Wufeng had gone crazy. He thought that Ning Wufeng had actually refined the Soul Strength so arrogantly in front of him.

"Humph, you're courting death!" He grabbed at the air, the ghost aura gathering into the long-hilted Ghost Scythe once again. The surface of the sickle shone with a dazzling light, as it shot out at Ning Wufeng.

Wherever the light went, a thin layer of dark blue frost spread along the surface of the river. The thin frost was emitting a bone-piercing cold aura.

Ning Wufeng suddenly opened his eyes, and roared: "Scram!"

He could feel that the power of three souls within the Ghost Servant which he had absorbed no more than three hundred thousand was approaching saturation. Just as the Soul Strength was about to step into the Ghost Servant Realm, the Ghost General actually dared to cause trouble.

Dragon God Art!

An enormous Power of Divine Consciousness surged out, turned into a golden dragon and roared out. It stirred the water of a river, spiralling upwards, and pounced straight towards the Phantom General.

The Power of Divine Consciousness that was comparable to the Pseudo-pill Stage erupted and its attacks were extremely violent.

The Ghost General's face changed, he did not expect that the weak and small middle period of Spirit Soul Stage cultivator would actually erupt with a gigantic Power of Divine Consciousness that was comparable to a Pseudo-pill Stage.

The ghost scythe danced crazily in his hand, the cold wind roared, and the ghost aura was dense. The sound of the explosion stirred up tens of thousands of feet of violent waves. Ning Wufeng's body shook slightly, and the speed at which he was refining the Ghost Servant slowed down by a lot.

"Hmph, damn brat, do you think you can defeat the great Lord Ghost General just like that?" The Ghost General roared, and the Ghost General Pellet in his body once again gave off a dazzling light, as the dark ghost aura from all four sides continued to enter his body.

The light on the Ghost Scythe was extremely condensed and real. With a boom, a beam of light shot out, forcefully destroying a golden dragon.

As a result, Ning Wufeng's Sea of Consciousness began to tremble violently, and his face revealed a strange color, he could not help but let out a groan.

The crowd of heaven's pride level experts all had different expressions on their faces.

Ouye Changsheng never thought that Ning Wufeng's Power of Divine Consciousness was actually so strong that it could fight evenly with the Ghost General of Pseudo-pill Stage. One must know that the Ghost General had a soul body and was extremely proficient in the power of consciousness.

Competing with him in the power of consciousness was undoubtedly akin to fighting against one's own enemy, the longer the better. That was why the Ghost General was in such a sorry state.

"Hmph, death is at hand. You still haven't forgotten to refine these damn things." Baiyan Boy snorted, his eyes flashed with a powerful light.

Qiu Jian's expression changed slightly. He looked at Ning Wufeng cautiously and then closed his eyes.

Ning Wufeng was shocked by the Ghost General's attack. He could not help but grind his teeth and say to himself: "What a damn thing.

The Gluttony Spirit Transformation Art had already been activated to the extreme by him, the tens of thousands of Ghost Servant surged into his body, and was immediately refined by him. Ning Wufeng felt the power of the three souls become more and more powerful, to the point where it felt as if it was heavy.

"Is he about to break through?" His face unconsciously lit up.

He had already refined nearly five hundred thousand units of the Ghost Servant's power.

The Ghost General took a deep breath, his eyes were wide open as he recited some incantation, and the river water beneath his feet instantly surged. Suddenly, a natural chasm appeared on the surface of the river, splitting the river into two halves.

Vaguely, a ghastly aura could be seen floating out of the chasm.

"Ghost King City!" Ouye Changsheng's face changed, this was what he wanted! This Ghost General did indeed know the location of Ghost King City.

The Ghost King City was drifting in the spatial turbulence, and the elders of the Ouye Family had predicted that the Ghost King City would appear, which was why Ouye Changsheng was holding the extermination conference here.

The Ghost King was a cultivator comparable to the Essential Pill Stage. Every single Ghost King City was hiding a secret and this secret had a lot to do with the formation of Origin Pills. Thus, not only Ouye Changsheng, but the other heaven's pride level experts from other cities had come.

"This trip will not be a loss." Zhao Ziming said lightly, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

Qiu Jian stood by the side with his sword crossed, his face did not even show the slightest change in expression, the moment Ghost King City appeared, a light flashed past his eyes, revealing his thoughts.

Ghost King City s were extremely rare. The Ming King City was struck by a ghost dozens of times every year, but it would only appear once every ten years.

Ning Wufeng did not even care about all this. He only felt that after that chasm appeared, the power of the ghosts around him had become denser and denser. The previously reduced number of Ghost Servant s also increased sharply.2

"Good, good, good." He was overjoyed, and his whole body suddenly lit up with a dense black light.

His three souls had solidified, and he had reached the Ghost Servant Realm!

At this moment, Ning Wufeng could clearly feel all the changes in his body. He could even clearly feel a trace of spirit energy flowing out from those extremely minute pores.

What a wonderful feeling.

He even felt that his soul had been restricted by his physical body, otherwise he would be able to freely soar through the skies.

Ning Wufeng let out a heavy sigh of relief. It seemed that the eight hundred thousand Ghost Servant s that he had refined were not in vain.

Killing intent!

Almost at the same time, Ning Wufeng raised his head and looked at the Ghost General.

When the Ghost King City appeared, the surrounding area was enveloped in a pitch black abyss, the power of the ghosts was extremely dense. And in this environment, the Ghost General's strength continued to rise.

"Kill!"

The Ghost General's figure shot out, and the ghost scythe danced out a bright, cold light, moving straight towards Ning Wufeng. This attack was twice as powerful as the previous one.

Ning Wufeng's Soul Strength had just cultivated to the Ghost Servant and its perception was extremely sharp, so it attacked at almost the same time.

The World Extinguishing Spear danced, its gaze cold.

He activated the Fog Painting Spirit Art.

Countless profound rays of light interweaved between him and the Ghost General, and the trajectory of the rays of light was extremely mysterious. The Heaven's Pride members who were eager to try Ghost King City all turned their attention towards him.

"Is this a Law undulation?" His strength was only a step away from Essential Pill Stage and he had already comprehended Rhyme of Law. Very soon, he would be able to comprehend the power of laws, so he was extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of the laws.

When his gaze fell on Ning Wufeng, this guy was making him more and more curious.

A hint of fear flashed across Qiu Jian's eyes as he felt fear from a cultivator of the middle period of Spirit Soul Stage. However, it was a good thing that the Fog Painting Spirit Art was not what he wanted.

On the other hand, Baiyan Boy and Su Yun's eyes released a light of greed, and looked at each other. Under the gazes of everyone, they hid their greed well.

With a loud boom, Fog Painting Spirit Art borrowed the power of the Ancient Code and struck the Ghost General's body, blasting him away.

The battle between the Ghost General and Qiu Jian had already exhausted a lot of his energy. When facing off against Ning Wufeng, his strength was obviously lacking. After all, Ning Wufeng was not an ordinary middle period of Spirit Soul Stage cultivator.

The Ghost General was powerless. However, Ning Wufeng's face revealed a happy expression. He couldn't help but lick his lips, and thought to himself: "This Ghost General Pill is mine now!"

However, someone moved even faster than him, grabbing towards the Ghost General Dan in the Ghost General's chest!

"How hateful!" Ning Wufeng's expression changed. Someone was actually trying to steal what he had!

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