The black fog was everywhere, and the screams of fierce ghosts could not be heard. It was sad and scary. One white shadow after another shuttled through the fog and could not catch any trace of them. The air was full of pungent and unpleasant stench, mixed with the stench of rotten corpses.
Every extra moment here was a torment for them. The three demon clansmen covered their mouths and noses with their hands, holding their breath so red that they didn't let go.
They looked in admiration at the calm solitary clouds and Xuancang who walked to the front. They seemed not to be affected by the stink in the ghost Valley, but cautiously explored the way in front.
The invisible boundary spread around with Xuancang as the center, isolating all the black fog. The bustling wandering souls in the fog followed them, but they always kept a distance from them because they were afraid of the ancient authority emanating from Xuancang.
He looked at them covetously, and his empty eyes seemed to jump with ghost fire.
"Mr. White Tiger, the little ones are nothing. They really can't help. On the contrary, they may lag behind with us. At that time..." the wolf demon tried to make the last struggle. He looked at the heavy black fog ahead and his eyes were full of fear. Even before he got close to the land, he was already scared.
However, before he finished his words, a cold look from Xuancang succeeded in blocking his unfinished words in his throat, and he didn't have the courage to go on.
Finally, both the wolf demon and the tiger demon set their hopes on the leopard demon. The leopard demon swallowed his saliva and pinched a cold sweat in his hand. He bit his teeth, crossed his heart, stood up and shouted, "Lord white tiger, stay!"
This earth shaking cry made the dull expression of the wandering souls outside chapped and became more ferocious.
A sudden roar made Gu Yun almost sweep away the world sword in her hand, and her eyes were suddenly cold.
Xuancang's cold eyes turned to the leopard demon. The leopard demon only felt like his back. Under this great pressure, he said: "Lord white tiger, you can't go ahead. In front is, is..."
At this point, his pupils trembled slightly because of anxiety and fear, and he couldn't say those words.
"What is it?" Xuancang asked in a cold and calm voice. From the beginning of entering this field, he felt the threat of seeming nothing. It was obviously a cold swamp, but it made people feel a burst of dryness and heat for no reason, which filled the whole heart with anxiety.
The leopard demon clenched his teeth. The name had reached the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it. His fear of it made him cold at the moment he remembered the name.
"It's the no man's land of God level ghost!" The answer was the wolf demon. After saying this, he felt that the burden in his heart suddenly lightened.
"God level ghost ghost ghost......" Gu Yun murmured these four words. Ghost ghost, especially those powerful powers who often call the wind and rain in their lifetime, will become ghost ghost after they die and have practiced for 800 years.
Ghost ghost is only divided into three levels, from low to high, human level, immortal level and God level!
The strength of a human level ghost is equivalent to the cultivation of those gods above the middle level in the divine world, while the immortal level can be driven together with the feudal gods.
As for the divine ghost, it is already a legendary existence.
If we have to give them a definition of strength, that is to be superior to the gods, second only to the powerful existence without God's respect!