To the west of the Yanshui River is a barren plain, and the black mist is the eternal existence here, shrouding everything in a haze, not only obscuring the vision, but also affecting the divine consciousness.

Wandering on the plains all year round are wandering spirits.

These spirits can be regarded as the most basic ghosts in the underworld, they are muddy and unintelligent, but they are widely distributed and numerous, just like the existence of civilians in the Righteous Realm.

Don't look at it as just "civilians", these "civilians" in the underworld are equivalent to spiritual disciples in the positive realm, which shows the power of the underworld.

After taking control of the Yanshui River, Tang Zheng began to develop in the direction of the plains, and these wandering spirits became the target of his hunting. Now there is basically no danger to him, even if hundreds of spirits gather together, Tang Zheng can easily retreat with his whole body, the only thing to worry about is that the fluctuations caused by the bloody battle will reduce the effect of the secret art, so it is not advisable to fight for a long time, so as not to attract a more powerful existence.

Occasionally, Tang Zheng would also try to hunt down stronger targets.

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

The fog on the plain is deep, and the further you go in, the thicker the fog becomes.

Tang Zheng didn't care, just walked alone in this deep darkness, silently counting his steps.

When he counted to three thousand steps, Tang Zheng stopped.

He looked up into the depths of darkness and heard an eerie laugh in the darkness in the distance.

The laughter was low and gloomy, as if a woman was laughing, and as if she was crying, like crying, faintly with a gloomy wind. Listening to it in the bottom of my heart, it makes people feel a chill.

Tang Zheng just smiled slightly, and said, "Little resentful spirit, ghost tricks, don't show me yet!"

As he spoke, he blew a breath, and when this breath came out, all the black fog around him dispersed, revealing a wisp of black shadow floating in the distance.

This black shadow is a resentful soul, which is promoted by a wandering soul, but it is countless times more powerful and clever than a wandering soul, and its strength is equivalent to that of a spirit master in the positive realm, and it belongs to the status of a ghost pawn in the underworld.

At this moment, the resentful soul was manifested by Tang Zheng in one breath, and immediately let out a scream, and pounced on Tang Zheng with teeth and claws. The scream was terrible, like a sharp arrow piercing into Tang Zai's heart, which made Tang Zao feel a splitting headache.

Tang Zai snorted, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder: "Duh!"

The scream of the resentful soul had been broken by Tang Zheng's roar, and at the same time, a white light condensed from his palm and hit the resentful soul. Seeing a flash of white light, the resentful spirit let out a miserable scream, first flashed, and then the figure faded.

But Tang Zheng knew that the resentful spirit was not dead, it just suffered a loss due to carelessness, and temporarily retreated, but it would soon make a comeback.

As the spirits retreated, the black mist swept back again, enveloping everything around them in darkness.

Low laughter rang out around Tang Zheng again.

It's still the ghost thing just now, unwilling to accept its own failure, and has made a comeback again.

If it was replaced by the previous Tang Tribulation, in the face of this kind of ghost thing, it would naturally blow it to ashes in one breath, but now Tang Tribulation can only carefully deal with it. Seeing that the resentful soul returned, it was unpredictable and unpredictable with the help of the mist.

Tang Zheng looked around, couldn't figure out its location for a while, suddenly heard the wind behind him, and rushed forward, but he didn't expect the resentful spirit to appear from the side, and grabbed Tang Zheng on the shoulder, Tang Zheng felt a cold to the bone, and his whole arm froze, and he couldn't move for a while.

The resentful soul had pounced on it again, but this time it was towards Tang Zheng's heart.

This kind of resentful soul is the best at sucking vitality, once it is allowed to touch the center, the vitality of Tang Tribulation will be sucked away by it immediately. At that moment, Tang Zheng suddenly shouted again, his body retreated sharply, his hands quickly pinched out the magic seal, and a protective body qi had appeared on his body. The resentful soul stopped and slammed into it, and at the same time that the Gang Qi and the Gang Qi touched the Gang Spirit, the Gang Qi shield actually made a sound like ice and snow melting, and at the same time, a puff of white smoke came out of the Gang Qi Spirit's body. The resentful soul let out a terrible scream, and it continued to rush forward, and Tang Zheng's Gang Qi shield only blocked it for a moment, and it was dissolved by this resentful spirit.

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

He has no truth to enter the Tao, and this voice naturally cannot exert the effect of following the law, but it can use the power of the forty-nine mantras.

Under the law of a shock, the resentful soul trembled.

Back then, Tang Zheng relied on the 49 mantra to make all the ghosts tremble, and the soul was not resigned, but now it is naturally handy. The next moment, lightning flashed in Tang Zheng's palm, and it was already a thunderbolt. He entered the Dao Sendai, all kinds of spells are in the heart, although now limited by the realm, but the vision and the ability to comprehend the spell is still very human, at this moment a palm thunderbolt struck, it is the resentful soul nemesis, the resentful soul screamed, has turned into a wisp of green smoke drifted away.

The strength of this resentful soul is not low, especially in the underworld, it has a congenital geographical advantage, and it can use the ghost mist to shift its shape, and the sound is unpredictable, and it is also a loss to Tang Tribulation to deal with. If you are an ordinary cultivator, even if you have the same realm, you will definitely be killed by this resentful spirit.

At this moment, Tang Zheng touched his arm, and under the flow of blood and qi, the place that had been touched by the ghost hand just now had gradually recovered.

It is also thanks to his dual cultivation of body and law, and the abundance of blood and qi is outrageous, so that he can regard this ghost claw as nothing, and replace it with another cultivator, maybe this claw will directly abolish an arm.

However, the movement of the 49 mantra just now was not small, and Tang Zheng had already felt the signs of the wind and clouds around him, and suddenly there seemed to be a large number of ghosts surging around, obviously attracted by the breath that he leaked just now.

The current Tang Tribulation was not able to fight against a large number of resentful spirits, so he could only retreat.

Just as he was retreating, Tang Zheng suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It was completely instinctive, which made Tang Zheng realize that it was not good.

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

Tang Zheng knew that it was not good, and if he wanted to run to Yan Shuihe, he was afraid that it was too late. With a ruthless heart, he drilled into the ground.

This wasteland of the underworld is the condensation of dead earth, which is not only rotten and rotten, but also bone-eroding and poisonous. Tang Zheng desperately burrowed into the soil, burying his whole body in the mud, only revealing his eyes. He didn't dare to use the retreat method to drill too deep, because the retreat itself would leave extremely strong spell traces, but it would expose himself, and if he drilled like now, it would be the least likely to leave spell fluctuations.

Not long after he got into the dirt, something flew in the distance, and through the heavy black mist, he could vaguely see that it was a huge bat-like being, flying in the air with a pair of wings wide open.

There are flying ghosts in this underworld, but there are few ghosts that fly with wings.

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

After a while, the black shadow had flown closer, and landed directly not far from Tang Zheng, Tang Zheng could see clearly, but the black shadow was a physical existence, with a hideous face, a blue face, a big mouth turned out, two large protruding teeth on top and bottom, a pair of red horns on the top of the head, a smooth body without a little hair, long claws and long membranes under the arms, and a fork in one hand.

Yaksha!

Seeing this situation, a term had already popped up in Tang Zao's mind.

It turned out to be a Nakshatra.

The Yaksha is a ghost creature of the underworld, but unlike ordinary ghost creatures, the Nakshatra is a native of the underworld. From this point of view, it cannot be regarded as a ghost, because the definition of a ghost is the soul after death, and the Yaksha is not, it is a creature that really grows and grows in the underworld, and it is only because it is in the underworld, and it is beaten as a ghost.

Of course, due to being in the underworld, the Yaksha also has many characteristics of ghosts, such as liking darkness, eating life, and being brutal by nature.

Obviously, this Yaksha was attracted by the little bit of vitality that leaked from the battle just now.

Yaksha belongs to the nobles of the underworld, and in the underworld, it also belongs to the existence of relatively high satin, even the lowest level has the strength of the heavenly state of mind.

This kind of strength is not something that the current Tang Tribulation can resist, so he can only bury himself in the soil, holding his breath and not moving.

The Nakshatra seemed to wonder why the vitality he had sensed had suddenly disappeared.

It took a few steps on the ground, snorting its nose at the sky, its dark green eyes rolling as if trying to figure out what was hidden within.

Tang Zheng lay motionless.

After discovering that it was the Yaksha, he buried his eyes in the dirt, and no trace was revealed.

The Yaksha couldn't wait for a long time, and gradually lost his patience, and suddenly roared:

"Whew!"

This roar suddenly sounded like a muffled thunder in the sky, and the explosion sounded in Tang Zheng's ears, if it was replaced by others, he would have jumped up.

Tang Zheng was motionless.

Seeing that it had no effect, the Yaksha said to himself, "It seems that I am mistaken, there are no humans here. ”

Yaksha is a nobleman of the underworld, and his intelligence is no different from that of humans, but he can speak.

After saying this, the Yaksha had already flown into the air, but he had left.

Tang Zheng was still motionless.

He just lay quietly in the dirt, letting the putrid eat away at his body, never moving.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, a dark shadow appeared in the sky.

But it was the Yaksha who came back.

It never left.

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

Watching the yaksha disappear into the night, Tang Zheng slowly sat up.

He said quietly: "Next time you lie to someone, remember not to use human language." Idiot. ”

Although Yaksha is known as high wisdom in the underworld, in the eyes of Tang Zheng, he is no different from a fool. If you are deceived by this kind of thing, you don't have to mix it up.

Patting off the dirt on his body, Tang Zheng walked towards Yanshui River.