Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"howl……"

A ghost howl came from the gray ghost mist, and then a three-foot-tall ghost figure emerged with its teeth and claws, and rushed towards Wang Fu like a madman.

Wang Fu looked like he had been used to it for a long time, and he shook the three-foot-sized Ten Thousand Souls Flag in his hand with an uncertain expression. Suddenly, the ghostly figure froze, and the faint ghost fire on his head showed signs of extinguishing, and then It turned into a thick ghostly aura and was detained by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

"It is indeed a place of ghost resentment. There is a fierce ghost every hundred feet, and a ghost general every thousand feet. If it weren't for the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, this journey would have taken a lot of effort." Wang Fu watched as the aura of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags in his hand increased a little, and he couldn't help but evoke a hint of aura. Smiling, "But it's just the right time to add some fresh ghosts to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

After parting ways with Lu Kaiyang, Wang Fu kept moving forward in the direction pointed by the soul-seeking beast. The ghosts he encountered were getting more and more powerful. Fortunately, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner could restrain many ghosts. Not only did Wang Fu not have to Taking action personally, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner also detained many ghosts.

As time goes by, the surrounding ghost fog becomes thicker and thicker, showing signs of changing from gray to black. The corrosive power of these ghost fogs also increases a lot.

Wang Fu was quite frightened. If it weren't for the spirit-seeking beast looking forward with an increasingly excited look, Wang Fu might have thought of retreating.

After all, if a ghost at the level of a ghost king appears, it will be very dangerous even with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in hand.

Fortunately, no ghosts of this level appeared along the way. However, seeing that the ghost mist around him had completely turned black, Wang Fu's face gradually became gloomy. Little did he know that he might have entered the depths of this land of ghost resentment. , holding the Ten Thousand Souls Flag tightly in his palms, ready to retreat at any time.

A crisp sound of "click" suddenly came from under his feet, which surprised Wang Fu.

Looking down, he saw a pile of white bones at his feet. The bones were all lying in a curled up position. It was not difficult to see that he had endured great pain before his death.

Wang Fu took back his foot that was stepping on the bones and looked at the rather delicate brocade robe wrapped around the bones. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a feeling of déjà vu came to his mind.

Next to the corpse, there were fragments of a long knife that had been broken into several pieces. The texture of the fragments was crystal clear, and the slight aura that had not completely dissipated showed that it had been destroyed not long ago.

Wang Fu looked at the fragments of the long knife and then at the brocade robe on the bones, and finally understood where the familiar feeling came from. Isn't this the attire of the middle-aged casual cultivator in brocade?

This long sword is also the treasure he took from Ziguang Pavilion, the rare and top-grade spiritual weapon long sword.

"This fellow Taoist was able to break into the Ziguang Pavilion. I think he was quite capable, but it's a pity that he still died in this place of ghost resentment." Wang Fu looked at the bones in front of him, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he was quite emotional, "Practice In the eyes of mortals, the road is endlessly beautiful, and you can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, but if you are not careful, you will end up dead and your soul will be scattered. "

"Maybe I'll end up like this one day. You don't know."

Wang Fu smiled self-deprecatingly, but his eyes immediately became determined, "You need to be more cautious in the future."

Wang Fu understood that if he died in this place of ghost resentment, the soul of this unlucky casual cultivator must be assimilated by the ghost mist and become a part of the ghost mist, or turn into a fierce ghost who only knows instinct, and will never be reincarnated again.

Thinking of this, Wang Fu fired a burst of real fire out of sympathy and covered the bones. Within a few seconds, the scarred bones turned into powder. Wang Fu waved his hand again, and a breeze blew by and disappeared.

Only one storage bag was left lying on the ground.

Wang Fu naturally took it into his pocket unceremoniously.

His consciousness swept across the storage bag and the owner died. Wang Fu easily cracked the mark on the storage bag.

Stepping on the bumpy and wet ground, Wang Fu continued to move forward while looking through the contents of the storage bag. After all, it was the storage bag of the Perfect Foundation monk, so there should be some good things after all.

However, there are not many special items in the storage bag. In addition to the materials needed for practice and some clothes, there are many elixirs needed for alchemy, a tall medicine cauldron, and some alchemy methods. And Danfang.

Wang Fu also didn't expect that this person was actually an alchemist.

Among the many elixir prescriptions, only one called "Tianli Dan" caught Wang Fu's attention, and none other. The elixir description described "Tianli Dan" as a third-level top-grade elixir, which has a miraculous effect on condensing golden elixirs.

Seeing that most of the elixirs needed to refine the "Tianli Dan" had been collected in the storage bag, Wang Fu felt a little angry, but when he thought that he didn't have any alchemy skills, he had to smile bitterly.

However, he thought of Xiaoding's alchemy ability, and his eyes lit up again. He mentally wrote down the remaining elixirs needed to refine the "Tianli Dan", thinking that if he met them, he might as well collect them. After all, he was now There is only "Wind Zhicao", an elixir that can increase the probability of forming a pill. If you can't get "Thunder Pattern Flower", this "Tianli Pill" is a way out.

In addition to these things, there is an ordinary and ordinary thing in the storage bag. It is a black token with "Tai Shang" engraved on the front and "Liu He" engraved on the back. Wang Fu was quite curious.

This token looks like the elder token of a secular sect.

Wang Fu transferred these things into his storage bag one by one, and then couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Not long after, a scream reached his ears.

Wang Fu didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but the direction of the screams was exactly the same as the direction pointed by the spirit-seeking beast on his shoulder, so Wang Fu had no choice but to walk.

Soon, he saw a man in a yellow robe being entangled by two powerful ghosts, looking dangerous.

The man in the yellow robe was covered in blood, and his left arm was empty. He could only cast earth-attributed spells with one hand to turn into thick walls to block the two ghosts. Not far from him, there were fragments of a top-grade magic weapon scattered around, and the fragments were still eroded by the strong ghost energy, making a "sizzling" sound.

The two ghosts were extremely powerful, and those walls were easily destroyed as if they were made of paper. One of the ghosts was holding a broken arm in his ghost hand and licking it. While tearing the wall apart, he opened his mouth and sucked it. Every time he licked it, the broken arm would lose a piece of flesh and blood, revealing the eerie white bones.

The man in the yellow robe was furious when he saw this, but he had to retreat and flee.

However, the man in the yellow robe seemed to understand that it was only a matter of time before he would be defeated if he continued like this, and his face showed a decadent look of death.

At this moment, a huge black and red banner of ten feet long fell from the sky and inserted between the yellow robed man and the two ghosts. Then the banner moved without wind, and the ghostly aura swayed. In his stunned look, the two ghosts were instantly swept by a burst of black light and collected in the banner.

"Are you from the Five Elements Immortal Sect?" Wang Fu's figure slowly appeared. He stretched out his hand and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner turned into a three-foot size and was held in his hand.

The yellow robed man looked at the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared and was slightly stunned. He recognized this person and his heart was extremely complicated, but he was also grateful and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Shi Songlin of the Five Elements Immortal Sect, meet... Senior."