Chapter 71 Emperor of the Sea of ​​Clouds (Part 1)

Yes, that missing corner was exactly what Tang Jie had hidden.

There is no so-called missing corner in this third level, everything is Tang Jie's conspiracy.

The reason is simple, he wants to control the number of ghosts.

If too many ghosts die, it will not be conducive to future exploration. If too few ghosts die, it will not be conducive to his subsequent eradication. But through the current method, Tang Jie can accurately control the number of ghosts within a range that he can control, and can maximize his profits - making all ghosts listen to his opinions, and at the same time gaining valuable The origin of the soul.

In the torrent of spells, ghosts were screaming and dying.

The remaining soul of the dead man remained, turning into wisps of black smoke and drifting into Tang Jie's hands.

These remnant souls were wailing, twisting, and screaming in pain in Tang Jie's hands. They wanted to escape but could not escape because the cage made of a ball of flames in Tang Jie's hands trapped them and kept refining them.

This is the most taboo method of refining ghosts in the underworld.

In the underworld, anyone who dares to use this method will easily become the target of public criticism. Only in this situation will the ghosts sit back and watch Tang Jie refine ghosts.

As the ghosts were thrown into the purgatory cage one by one, bits of black light and pieces of soul fire finally condensed into a mass of emerald jelly-like objects. Kneading it back and forth in Tang Jie's hands, it turned into a small seal.

This is the origin of the soul obtained through the method of refining ghosts. As Tang Jie said, it has extremely magical functions.

At this moment, with the fighting, seeing more and more souls in his hands, gradually becoming about the same size as the small seal on his sleeve, and the number of those ghosts getting smaller and smaller, Tang Jie finally said: "Okay, that should be enough."

As he spoke, he pinched the ball of soul's origin gently, and the ball of soul's origin had transformed into a small rough embryo.

Tang Jie then turned around and walked towards the floating platform. He gestured at the missing corner a few times, as if comparing something, and then took it back and pinched it a few times. Just like a sculpture, his movements were gentle and careful.

After doing this for a while, the essence of the soul had become the same as the golden seal in his arms. Even the color was exactly the same. Tang Jie seemed to be particularly dissatisfied. He took it back and pinched it a few more times, striving for perfection in the details. To be like a sculptor.

The ghosts were driven to sleep by him, but they did not dare to rush him and could only wait patiently. Little did he know that during this repeated inspection, Tang Jie had already stuffed the soul source into his sleeve and took out the real golden seal. Without wasting time, I took it out and threw it on the floating platform.

A light suddenly lit up on the floating platform, and then moved towards the stone door above.

"It's moving, it's really moving!" The ghosts cheered: "This soul source is indeed useful!"

Tang Jie secretly smiled in his heart, he didn't know whether the soul source was useful, but this treasure that originally belonged to the floating platform must be useful.

In the midst of the drift, the floating platform was close to the stone gate, filling in the last piece of the steps.

When all the ghosts saw it, they cheered up and shouted: "Come on!"

They all rushed upward.

Seeing this situation, Tang Jie stepped forward in a leisurely manner. Along the way, all the ghosts took the initiative to give way to him. It was obvious that Tang Jie had gained the respect of the ghost kings with his actions.

This is really not only being betrayed by Tang Jie, but also counting money for Tang Jie.

You must know that the cannibalism just now caused the most damage to the ghosts ever. Needless to say, those ghost soldiers and generals, as those with low strength, were sacrificed almost at the beginning of the battle. Even the ghost king died, nearly fifty of them. In the previous three levels, not many ghost kings were killed, but because of Tang Jie's few words, one third was lost in one go.

At this time, apart from the hundreds of king-level ghosts, almost all low-level ghosts were gone. It was obvious that the casualties were tragic, but they still paid great attention to Tang Jie.

After entering the stone gate, the ghosts came to a large hall and saw a tall altar standing in the hall. The altar is made of extremely rare lapis lazuli, and is engraved with complex patterns. Just looking at it will make people feel dizzy. Most of these ghost kings are kings, and they can finally bear it, but they can't look at it for long.

A coffin is placed on top of the altar.

The coffin was carved from ten thousand-year-old Hualong wood. It was engraved with a scene of people worshiping. On the top of the coffin lid, there was an extraordinary imposing figure. Although it was a wood carving, it was lifelike, and it looked like it had endless majesty.

Above the coffin lid is a layer of brocade mountain and river satin, which is also woven from extraordinary silk. It has not decayed even after thousands of years. When draped on the coffin lid, it is like a layer of light sand, protecting the person in the coffin.

When the ghosts saw it, they roared together.

"Finally we've arrived."

"Finally, we can see what's going on with the dead souls of the thousand years in the future."

"I wonder what good things are in the coffin."

"You'll know after you open it and take a look."

"Be careful what the hell jumps out of there and scares you to death."

"It's a joke, we are ghosts, how can we be scared by other ghosts?"

"That's right."

There was a lot of discussion.

A group of ghosts imitate humans and perform this act of touching gold. Although their life forms are different, their greedy nature is the same.

Only Tang Jie looked past the coffin and looked around.

The hall was empty, with nothing else except the central altar. There were only some reliefs carved on the surrounding walls.

Engraved on the relief is a pastoral story about a man farming and a woman weaving. A man and a woman farmed and weaved in the fields and lived a prosperous life. Later, the man received a conscription order and was ordered to join the army. The woman was waiting at home, but she didn't see her husband come back for a long time... An old-fashioned love story, placed in this tomb hall, has a unique charm.

At the end of the relief, in the center of the deep hall, you can see a woman with fluttering clothes standing in the clouds, looking up at the sky, with tears in her eyes.

The moment he saw this picture, Tang Jie's heart moved slightly.

But before he could react, the ghosts behind him were already crawling towards the altar. When they came to the coffin, a ghost king went to lift the lid of the coffin.

Tang Jie saw this and shouted: "Be careful!"

But it was still a step too late, and with a bang, the coffin lid suddenly flew up and hit the ghost king. It was obviously just a coffin lid, but when it hit the ghost king, it was like a mountain crashing into it. It flattened the ghost king's body directly, and he was not able to escape.

The ghosts screamed sadly, and when they were about to take action, they saw a hand stretched out from the coffin.

To be precise, it was a bone claw, but the knuckles were as white as jade. He stretched out the coffin, grabbed the air, and grabbed the throat of a ghost king. Then he squeezed lightly, and heard a click. The ghost king had his neck broken and fell down.

The others were shocked, and after escaping together, the incorporeal ghost turned into a gust of wind and floated away.

But the hand of the jade bone just looked in the air, and then caught the wind. The wind whirled in the hand of the bone, turned into a ghost face and screamed in fear, and then disappeared little by little in the hand of the jade bone. No more.

All the ghosts were shocked, and then a majestic voice came: "Who dares to disturb my sleep!"

Following this sound, a jade skeleton with a purple gold crown on its head slowly sat up from the coffin.

I saw this skeleton wearing a yellow dragon robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a pair of Buyun boots on his feet. All of them were the best in the world, magic weapons for cultivating the world, and the ghosts were extremely excited to see him.

Wuxin Ghost King already laughed and said: "You are the Emperor of Yunhai, right? You have indeed become a ghost but you have not entered the underworld. I don't know what makes you stay here. But Fan Yunhai, since we are here today, why don't you just follow me?" Wait for a trip to the underworld!”

He waved his hand as he spoke, and two dead waiters stepped forward, holding death weapons and walking towards the Emperor of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

As long as this Death Soldier is handed over to the body of the Yunhai Emperor, whether it is detained or taken away, it will be directly dragged into the underworld, and it will no longer be able to make the decision.

But at the moment when the death soldier handed it over, the corpse of the Yunhai Emperor suddenly raised its head and shouted in a low voice: "You dare to commit this crime even if you are a brave ghost!"

With that said, he waved his white jade bone claw, and the two dead waiters' bodies were cut apart and fell to the ground.

Deadpool comes and goes without a trace, and is the hardest to catch. Unexpectedly, under the hands of the Emperor of the Sea of ​​Clouds, he fell down without even being qualified to dodge, and died neatly. Finally, the Death Soldier was safe. The Wuxin Ghost King grabbed it from the air and captured the Death Soldier back. He just wanted to use the Death Soldiers to create two more Deadpools, but found that he no longer had any subordinates. There were many ghosts in the hall, but they were all king-level. The number of pawns was pitiful, and a few of them were from other families. The Wuxin Ghost King was unable to recreate Deadpool for a while.

Then the Emperor of the Sea of ​​Clouds let out a roar, and a cloud of mist suddenly surged out of the coffin, rolling towards the ghosts. The clouds and mist rolled in suddenly, and the boundless cold breath overflowed, sweeping across the hall with the force of ice covering thousands of miles.

Ghosts are originally products of coldness and are not afraid of the cold, but they still couldn't help but tremble in the face of this frosty white mist. This chill is not only for the physical body, but also for the soul. Under the attack of evil forces, even the ghosts cannot bear it.

But there are more than a hundred king-level ghosts here.

Seeing the Emperor of the Sea of ​​Clouds take action, he shouted and struck at the same time, and saw the clouds rolling in the waves, and all kinds of magic techniques shaking together, such as the ghost hand, the annihilation of death, the demonic flames of hundreds of evil spirits, the white bones and phosphorous fire, and the sad wind of ghosts. Wait, they all hit the Yunhai Emperor.

With so many king-level ghosts attacking at the same time, it stands to reason that the entire tomb can be blasted away with one blow. But for some reason, as the ghosts took action, a scream was heard in the hall. The hands of the ghosts, which could penetrate gold and crack jade, suddenly became soft and soft, and they hit the Hualong coffin, leaving no white mark; The breath of death that can erode all things blows on the Emperor of the Sea of ​​Clouds, just like a breeze; the demonic flames of Baisha that can burn even the soul cannot hurt the sea of ​​clouds, and the white bone phosphorus fire is like a child's fireworks, leaving only a trace of Bright colors; the sad wind of the ghost that paralyzed people's will and lost all fighting spirit not only had no effect, but made the Emperor of Yunhai even more willing to fight.

The white jade bone hand waved and danced several times, and several big ghosts were directly torn apart by it.

The various spells of those ghost kings were as powerless as pieces of paper in front of the sharp claws of the Emperor of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

No, it wasn't that Emperor Yunhai's claws were too harsh, but that the power of all his spells had been greatly weakened in this palace.