Looking at the seven places marked by Ye Xiaotian in the jade slip, the security in the Ten Thousand Ghost City was very tight, and the mysterious forbidden places made Ye Mo frown.

It seems that finding that small reincarnation spirit pool is not so simple.

He watched for a while, stretched his waist, and put these things aside for a while, when there was a knock on the door, and a maid walked in and informed Ye Mo to go to the City Lord's Mansion to attend the banquet.

"Why is there a banquet at this time?"

Ye Mo was a little puzzled, thought a little in his heart, and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion

Ten Thousand Ghost City, the City Lord's Mansion.

Ye Mo looked at the empty City Lord's Mansion in front of him with disdain, as well as the Heavenly Ghost and other ghost cultivators who came out of the shadows.

"Boy, I have long warned you to keep a low profile, this ghost city is not a place where you can be presumptuous! Since you don't listen, let you understand who is the master here! Brothers, give it to me!"

With a faint smirk, the heavenly ghost waved his hand.

Behind the Heavenly Ghosts, dozens of ghost cultivators held some strange and ghostly howling ghost weapons, and quickly surrounded Ye Mo.

"Just these crooked melons and cracked dates?"

Ye Mo stood in place, his expression as usual, without any fear.

He felt a little funny, he had just cleaned up a group of skeletons from the Spirit Bone Sect earlier, but he didn't expect these ghost cultivators from the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect to provoke him without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

As his words fell, those Ten Thousand Ghost Sect disciples became angry.

"Brothers, come on!"

"Give him some color and see!"

One of them burst into a shout, and all the ghost cultivators sacrificed the ghost weapon in their hands.

Suddenly, hundreds of yin spirits poured out, and the yin wind gusted, rushing straight towards with a fishy smell.

The strength of these Yin Spirits varies, the low is in the early stage of foundation building, and the high is in the late stage of foundation building. Hundreds of foundation-building stage yin spirits attacked wildly together, and ordinary Jindan monks would all be hit if they were not prepared enough.

The anger in Ye Mo's eyes turned around.

These Yin Spirits were all killed in front of them, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect were the murderers, and after they died, the Yin Souls would be picked by the disciples of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, and finally refined into this poisonous ghost weapon that imprisoned a large number of Yin Souls.

"Boy, I am entangled in the Yin Spirit, I will see how you exert your brute strength!"

Disdain flashed across the heavenly ghost's face.

The Yin Soul is best at invading the body and devouring the monk's primordial spirit.

Once Ye Mo's innate divine power is abolished, then Ye Mo still doesn't let him pinch it? After being beaten half to death, find a ghost to possess him, Qiu Wantian will find out, and he will not punish himself.

For the sake of a dead person, it is definitely not worth losing your own great disciple.

"Broken!"

Ye Mo burst out, the boundless wind blew, the fist shadow was heavy, and the unrivaled power made the ghost cultivators feel as if they were facing a mountain range that stood up to the sky, unshakable.

Fortunately, the ghost cultivators did not step forward on their own, but drove a large group of Yin Spirits to besiege Ye Mo, and they were not panicked.

Those Yin Spirits were almost immune to attacks from divine power, and even if they were dispersed by the furious energy, they quickly recondensed into a line. A large group of Yin Spirits rushed to Ye Mo's side, and their entire bodies rushed towards Ye Mo's body, trying to impact Ye Mo's primordial spirit.

When the yin soul reached his body, Ye Mo immediately felt the cold air pressing on his body.

"Haha!"

The Heavenly Ghost looked up to the sky and laughed: "Your brute force is ineffective against the Yin Spirit, do you really think that my Ten Thousand Ghost Sect is like those fragile bone frames? ”

"Haha, don't worry, young master, I will summon the bronze ghost out in a while, and I will definitely let him ********!"

The ghost cultivators urged the ghost weapon in their hands, and there were more and more yin ghosts, and the dense yin souls around them made it impossible for Ye Mo to dodge at all.

"Heavenly ghost, there is a kind of competition between you and me alone!

Ye Mo shook his fist to disperse the dozens of yin spirits around him, and said in a deep voice.

Of course, he knew that his great strength was invincible, and it was very effective against physical monks and even skeletons. But against these ghosts, it has no effect at all.

However, he was not at all anxious about being besieged by the Yin Spirits.

"Compete alone? What kind of place is this? Cult Cultivation Base Camp! As long as it can kill you, do whatever it takes, compete alone? What are you kidding? When you run out of energy, I will definitely give you a fair chance!"

The heavenly ghost was stunned for a moment, thought of something funny, and laughed out loud regardless of the image.

"I don't think you know a thing. ”

Ye Mo sighed slightly, his face was still flat.

"When death is imminent, you can really pretend to be calm. What is it that is important that I need to know?"

The heavenly ghost sneered with disdain on his face.

"Surely no one sued you, I am a Jindan monk with a physical body. ”

Ye Mo trembled the black robe draped on his body, and several yin spirits invaded his body, and his whole body was cold, which had already begun to affect the exertion of his physical strength.

"Oh, so what? These ghost cultivators in front of you all have Jindan cultivators! In front of a group of Jindan ghost cultivators, showing off that you are a Jindan monk with a physical body, is this showing off? Then we will destroy your physical body and make you a ghost cultivator too!"

The Heavenly Ghost laughed, and then pointed at the Jindan Evil Cultivators who were holding ghost weapons, and they didn't know whether to say that the ignorant were not afraid, or to laugh at Ye Mo for being stupid.

A burst of laughter rose into the sky.

When the ghost cultivators heard about dealing with Ye Mo at the beginning, they were still beating drums in their hearts, after all, in the hall of the City Lord's Mansion before, Ye Mo was too strong, and the five-yuan battle array that the bone cultivators relied on to survive was all blown into powder in the blink of an eye, and the ghost cultivators were not afraid in their hearts, it was fake.

However, they also knew that their innate divine powers were only suitable for dealing with monks who had physical bodies. For those of them who possessed a large number of Yin Spirits, the effect was minimal.

Ye Mo actually dared to laugh at them with his own flesh, could there be a funnier joke than this?

Amidst a burst of ridicule, Ye Mo then spoke softly: "Of course, it's unfortunate to add, I have a thunder spirit root! This is the biggest difference between me and you. ”

"What?"

The laughter of the ghost cultivators stopped abruptly, as if they were being choked to death.

The Celestial Ghost didn't even have time to react.

In the pitch-black ghostly aura, a large area of thunder and lightning suddenly flashed.

The Yin Soul, who was originally eagerly heading towards Ye Mo, suddenly screamed in fear, ignoring the urging of the ghost weapons of the ghost cultivators behind him, and all retreated in a hurry, trying to escape back into the ghost weapons to avoid lightning strikes.

"Click!"

The hundreds of large swaths of ghosts in this hall were completely exposed to the range of the thunderbolts, howling and rolling to the ashes of the thunderbolts.

In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was quiet.

Including the Yin Soul that drilled into Ye Mo's body, it was also hit by thunder and lightning.

Ye Mo was a Jindan monk, even if his body was bombarded by a certain amount of thunder and lightning, it didn't matter, he just felt paralyzed all over his body.

But for the Yin Soul, the thunder and lightning were a fatal blow, even if they penetrated into Ye Mo's body, they would also be hit by the destruction of the soul.

"Heavenly ghost, it's time for us to fight!"

Ye Mo smiled, clenched his fists, and walked towards the heavenly ghost.

And the ghost cultivators who were surrounding the heavenly ghosts still looked horrified, looking at Ye Mo, they couldn't stop retreating, at a loss. They finally found that there was no way to get Ye Mo.

"Damn! How could it be the Thunder Spirit Root! Release all the ghosts, quick! Stop him!"

The heavenly ghost suddenly changed color and shouted loudly.

But it was too late.

Those ghost cultivators had panic on their faces, and they receded like a tide, disappearing in an instant.

Ye Mo didn't want to clean them up, and he didn't care about them.

The clothes on the heavenly ghost were already soaked, and he looked at Ye Mo walking slowly, his eyes flustered. The thunder system is the nemesis of ghost cultivation, and in the face of thunder spells, no matter how powerful the yin soul is, it will be wiped out in an instant.

"Punch me!"

Ye Mo's divine sense suddenly moved, and he directly punched towards the heavenly ghost.

"Hugh is arrogant!"

The heavenly ghost was furious, and there were two more ghost weapons in his hand.

The boundless ghost qi surged, the yin spirits cried, and then one by one the yin spirits condensed into a huge skull, and the ghost fire in the skull flickered, and suddenly opened its mouth and roared.

With the sound of howling, one after another yin spirits rushed straight towards Ye Mo.

"Ghost cry wolf howl!"

The Heavenly Ghost pinched the law in his hand, and saw that the skull turned into three, and tens of thousands of Yin Spirits also came out, densely enveloping Ye Mo. These ghosts are weaker than the previous ones, but they are more numerous.

"Nine Heavens Guiding Thunder!"

A large area of thunder and lightning fell from the sky, and hundreds of yin spirits howled in pain and disappeared. But the other ghosts still followed one after another, and frantically pounced.

The number of these ghosts is too large to kill.

This thunderstorm only won the momentary effort.

What Ye Mo wants is this instantaneous kung fu.

"Thunder falls!"

A formation disc in the storage ring flew out directly, Ye Mo waved his hands, and quickly laid down a thunder formation with the help of a thunder-based magic weapon, and the thunder-based aura quickly condensed around him, quickly killing the yin souls surging around.

"Boy, you're looking for death! see if you kill faster, or if my ghost is more. ”

The condensed thunder aura made the Heavenly Ghost feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart, and he burst into a loud shout, and once again there was an eerie rod-shaped ghost weapon in his hand. More yin spirits, boundless resentment surged towards Ye Mo, and the roar was heart-rending and heart-wrenching.

Ye Mo's hand was extremely fast, and the thunder aura seemed to be brewing something, a faint purple flash around him, and sparks flashed in the air from time to time.

"Thunderfall!"

"Crying stick, attack!"

Ye Mo's formation disk made a buzzing sound and rotated at high speed, and the muffled thunder exploded, and more of the surrounding Yin Spirits were violently destroyed.

At the same time, the mourning stick in the Heavenly Ghost's hand quickly grew larger and smashed towards Ye Mo fiercely.

"Boom!"

Just when the mourning stick arrived in front of Ye Mo's eyes, a purple thunder sword flew out and hit the mourning stick directly.

"Poof!"

The Heavenly Ghost suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood, the mourning stick burst into flames, and countless Yin Spirits roared in the thunder and turned into green smoke and disappeared.

The heavenly ghost's eyes were red, and he burst into a shout, and suddenly a small order flag appeared in his hand.

Ye Mo's hand was quick, and he pinched the magic trick again, and the thunder and lightning burst down, preventing the Heavenly Ghost from casting this small commanding flag.

That small flag was clearly the same as the small flag that Ye Mo got from Ye Xiaotian before, it was a powerful ghost weapon, and it must not be allowed to be used by the heavenly ghosts.

"Enough!"

It seems that nothing has happened, and the master of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, Qiu Wantian, does not know when he appeared. With a bang, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and the small flag disappeared.

"Xuanyuan controls the ghost banner, it seems that your cultivation has not yet reached home! The teacher gave you this magic weapon, but it is not for the sake of infighting in your own family, get down and be punished yourself!"

Qiu Wantian stretched out his hand, held the small flag in his hand, and took it back.

A pain appeared in the eyes of the heavenly ghost, and he glared at Ye Mo hatefully, and then his figure flashed and disappeared, leaving a cold snort in the air.

The Heavenly Ghost left, and Qiu Wantian turned his gaze to Ye Mo.

With a move of his hand, the slippery formation on the ground fell into Qiu Wantian's hands.

"You know the formation?"

"My subordinates know a little bit about it!"

Ye Mo replied respectfully, a little nervous in his heart, whether this Qiu Wantian could take a fancy to him or not, he didn't know the bottom in his heart.

"Lei Xiu, this is rare in my Ten Thousand Ghost Sect. ”

Qiu Wantian put away the formation disk, and had no intention of returning it to Ye Mo.

Ye Mo chuckled in his heart, and suddenly worried in his heart. Lei Xiu can also be an evil cultivator, and he can also mix in the evil cultivation base camp, but I don't know if Qiu Wantian will hate Lei Xiu.