To the west of Yanshui River is a barren plain, and the black fog is the eternal existence here, covering everything in haze, not only obstructing the field of vision, but also affecting the spiritual consciousness.

Wandering souls are floating on the plains all year round.

These wandering souls can be regarded as the most basic ghosts in the underworld. They are confused and have no wisdom, but they are vast and numerous, just like civilians in the real world.

Although they are just "civilians", these "civilians" in the underworld are equivalent to spiritual disciples in the real world, which shows the power of the underworld.

After controlling Yanshui River, Tang Jie began to develop towards the plains, and these wandering souls became his hunting targets. Now the wandering souls are basically in danger to him. Even if hundreds of wandering souls gather together, Tang Jie can easily escape. The only thing to worry about is that the fluctuations brought by bloody battles will reduce the effect of the secret technique of the Mingming, so it is not advisable to fight for a long time to avoid attracting more powerful existences.

Occasionally, Tang Jie will try to hunt stronger targets.

Today, Tang Jie left Yanshui River and walked towards the plain as usual.

The fog on the plain is deeper. The more you go, the thicker the fog of the underworld becomes. When you walk deeper, you can almost see your five fingers in your hands.

Tang Jie didn't care either, he just walked alone in this deep darkness, counting silently.

When counting three thousand steps, Tang Jie stopped.

He looked up and looked into the depths of the darkness, and heard a gloomy and terrifying laughter coming from the darkness in the distance.

The laughter is sluggish and gloomy, just like a woman laughing, or a crying, like crying, and whistling with the gloomy wind. Listening to it in the heart makes people feel chilling.

Tang Jie just smiled slightly and said, "Little resentful soul, ghostly tricks, won't you show me!"

As he said that, he blew a breath, and the black fog around him dissipated, and a ray of black shadow floated away from afar.

This black shadow is a resentful soul, which is formed by the promotion of the wandering soul, but it is countless times stronger than the wandering soul. Its strength is equivalent to that of the spirit master in the realm and belongs to the status of a ghost soldier in the underworld.

At this moment, the resentful soul appeared in one breath by Tang Jie, and immediately screamed, and rushed towards Tang Jie with his teeth and claws. The scream was shrill, like a sharp arrow piercing into Tang Jie's heart, which made Tang Jie feel a splitting headache.

Tang Jie snorted, and his tongue burst into thunder: "Du!"

The scream of the resentful soul was broken by Tang Jie's roar. At the same time, a white light condensed from his palm and hit the resentful soul. Then the white light flashed, and the resentful soul screamed, and it flashed first, and then it faded away.

But Tang Jie knew that the resentful soul had not died. It just suffered a loss by being careless and temporarily retreated, but would soon make a comeback.

As the resentful soul retreated, the black fog swept back again, covering everything around him in the darkness.

A low laughter rang around Tang Jie again.

It was the ghost just now, unwilling to accept his failure and made a comeback again.

If it were Tang Jie in the past, when facing such a ghost, he would naturally blow it to ashes in one breath, but now Tang Jie can only deal with it carefully. Seeing that the resentful soul returns again, it is erratic with the help of the underworld fog.

Tang Jie looked around and couldn't figure out its position for a moment. Suddenly, he heard the wind rushing behind him and rushed forward. Unexpectedly, the resentful soul appeared from the side and grabbed Tang Jie's shoulder. Tang Jie felt a bone-cold coldness, his whole arm was frozen, and he could not move for a while.

The resentful soul had pounced on him again, but this time he touched Tang Jie's heart.

This kind of resentful soul is best at sucking life. Once it touches the center, Tang Jie's vitality can be immediately sucked away. At that moment, Tang Jie suddenly shouted again, retreated rapidly, and quickly pinched out the magic seal with both hands, and a protective qi appeared on his body. The resentful soul kept hitting his head. At the same time, the resentful energy made a sound like the melting of ice and snow, and at the same time, a burst of white smoke appeared on the body of the resentful soul. The resentful soul made a shrill scream and continued to advance. Tang Jie's raging energy shield only blocked it for a moment and was dissolved by the resentful soul.

Seeing that the cold ghost hand was about to press on Tang Jie's chest, Tang Jie shouted again: "Shock!"

He did not enter the Tao with truth, and this sound naturally could not exert the effect of saying words and following Dharma, but could use the power of the four nine true words.

With the word "Zhen" and the resentful soul trembled.

When Tang Jie used the 49th Truth Word to make all ghosts tremble and their souls tremble. Now, they are naturally able to do so. The next moment, the lightning flashed in Tang Jie's palm, and a ray of lightning was shot out. He entered the Taoist Immortal Platform, and all kinds of magic were in his heart. Although he was limited by the realm, his vision and ability to comprehend magic were still beyond the reach of people. At this moment, a thunder shot out from the palm was the nemesis of the resentful soul. The resentful soul screamed and turned into a wisp of blue smoke.

The strength of this resentful soul is not low, especially in the underworld, who is born with the advantage of the advantage of the advantage of the place, and can use the ghost fog to move and change positions, and make a sound from east to west, which is strange and unpredictable. It is also a blessing that Tang Jie can handle it. If an ordinary cultivator is the same, he will definitely be killed by this resentful soul.

At this moment, Tang Jie touched his arm, and the blood and energy flowed, and the place where the ghost hand had just touched it had gradually recovered its vitality.

It is also thanks to his dual cultivation of body and technique, and his blood and energy are so abundant that he can treat this ghost claw as if nothing is present. If it were another cultivator, this claw might have directly destroyed an arm.

However, the Sijiu Mantra just now was quite moving. Tang Jie had already felt the signs of wind and clouds surging around him. It seemed that a large number of ghosts were rushing in, obviously attracted by the breath he had just leaked.

Tang Jie is still unable to fight against a large number of resentful souls, so he can only retreat.

Just as he retreated, Tang Jie suddenly felt something was wrong.

It was completely instinct that made Tang Jie realize that it was not good.

He rushed forward desperately, but the feeling of danger in his heart did not disappear, but instead became stronger and stronger.

Tang Jie knew it was not good, so he was probably too late to run to Yan Shuihe. He was so cruel that he crawled into the ground.

This wasteland in the underworld is formed by the decay of the decay of the earth. It is not only rotten, dirty, but also highly toxic. Tang Jie crawled into the soil at all costs, burying himself in the mud, revealing his eyes. He did not dare to use the escape technique to drill too deep, because the escape technique itself will leave extremely strong traces of magic, and instead expose himself. If you drill like now, it is least likely to leave magic fluctuations.

Not long after he drilled into the soil, something flew from afar. Through the heavy black fog, you could vaguely see that it was a huge bat-like existence, flying in the air with a pair of wings spreading.

There are some ghosts that can fly in the underworld, but there are few ghosts that fly with their wings.

So as soon as he saw the black shadow, Tang Jie's heart tightened.

After a while, the black shadow flew closer and landed directly not far from Tang Jie. Tang Jie could see clearly that the black shadow was a physical existence, with a hideous face, a blue face, a big mouth turned outward, two protruding teeth on each top, a pair of red horns on the top of the head, a whole body was smooth and not a little hair, a long claw, a long film under the arms, and a fork on one hand.

Yasha!

Seeing this situation, a noun appeared in Tang Jie's mind.

This turned out to be a yaksha.

Yasha is a ghost in the underworld, but unlike ordinary ghosts, Yasha is an existence born and raised in the underworld. From this point of view, it cannot be considered a ghost, because the definition of a ghost is the soul after death, and Yasha is not. It is a creature that truly grows and grows in the underworld. It is beaten as a ghost because it is in the underworld.

Of course, because of being in the underworld, Yasha also has many characteristics of ghosts, such as loving darkness, sucking life, and being cruel by nature.

Obviously, this yaksha was attracted by the little vitality that was leaked during the battle of Tang Jie just now.

Yasha belongs to the nobles of the underworld and is also a relatively high-level existence in the underworld. Even the lowest level has the strength of Tianxin Realm.

This kind of strength is not something that Tang Jie can resist now, so he can only bury himself in the soil, breathe without moving.

The yaksha seemed to be wondering why the vitality he had just sensed suddenly disappeared.

It took a few steps on the ground, shaking its nose towards the sky, and its dark green eyes kept turning, as if it was about to find out the existence hidden in it.

Tang Jie lay motionless.

After discovering that it was Yasha, he buried his eyes in the soil without any trace.

The yaksha couldn't help but gradually lost his patience and suddenly roared:

"Ao!"

The roar suddenly came like a muffled thunder in the sky, and the banging sounded in Tang Jie's ears. If it were someone else, he would have jumped up long ago.

Tang Jie was motionless.

Seeing that there was no effect, the Yasha said to himself: "It seems that I have made a mistake, there are no humans here."

Yasha is a nobleman in the underworld. His intelligence is no different from that of humans, but he can speak.

After saying this, the yaksha had already flew into the air but left.

Tang Jie was still motionless.

He just lay quietly in the soil, allowing the rotten soil to erode his body and remained motionless.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally, a black shadow flashed in the sky.

But the Yasha is back.

It has not left.

After looking around again, it found that there was still nothing, it flapped its wings and left, but this time it really left.

Seeing the yaksha disappear into the night, Tang Jie slowly sat up.

He said quietly: "Next time to lie, remember not to use human language. Idiots."

Although Yasha is called Gao Zhi in the underworld, in Tang Jie's eyes, he is no different from a fool. If he is deceived by such things, he will not have to mess around.

After slapping off the soil on his body, Tang Jie walked towards Yanshuihe.
Chapter completed!