Universal Simulation: I have countless talents

The twelve ghosts of the underworld were stunned. They turned their heads stiffly and looked at Wang Pan who had mixed in with them at some point.

At this time, Wang Pan was hugging the petite twelfth ghost of the underworld, and his palm was still stroking the head of the twelfth ghost of the underworld, as if he was stroking his own kitten.

The twelve ghosts of the underworld were all in the late stage of the refining void. Although they were much weaker than the normal late stage of the refining void when fighting alone, after all, they were just souls and naturally could not have clones.

But when they joined forces, they were at the overlord level in the refining void!

After years of cooperation, the twelve ghosts of the underworld can almost communicate with each other. As long as they are together, they will naturally be connected by breath. In this state, it is almost impossible to discover their existence in the refining void.

The refining voids of the five major holy places did not discover their existence from beginning to end.

But Wang Pan not only discovered their existence, but also sneaked into them without anyone noticing. If Wang Pan hadn't spoken up, the Twelve Ghosts of the Underworld would not know when they would discover that there was one more person among them!

The Twelve Ghosts of the Underworld were shocked!

Wang Pan discovered this group of sneaky figures early in the morning. The reason why he didn't kill them directly was because Wang Pan sensed the aura on them, which was from the same source as the Underworld Sect.

The foundation of the Underworld Sect is the Underworld Sutra of the King of the Underworld. Now most of the core cultivation methods, magical powers, secret methods, etc. of the entire Underworld Sect are evolved from the Underworld Sutra of the King of the Underworld.

They thought they were hiding well, but they didn't know that in the eyes of Wang Pan who practiced the Underworld Sutra of the King of the Underworld, their ghost aura was as conspicuous as ink dripping on white paper!

"You want me to take the blame?"

Wang Pan asked the Twelve Ghosts of the Underworld with a smile, but the movement of his hands did not stop, and he still stroked the Twelfth Ghost of the Underworld in his arms.

The realm of the twelve ghosts of the underworld is the late stage of the refining void. At this realm, the souls of the twelve ghosts of the underworld have become extremely solid, and there is not much difference from the bodies of real people.

They will also bleed when they are injured, but they bleed soul blood.

It can be said that the twelve ghosts of the underworld are another form of life, a brand new race!

The twelfth ghost of the underworld is a petite female ghost who is as delicate as a porcelain doll.

At this time, the twelfth ghost of the underworld stayed in Wang Pan's arms honestly, with a well-behaved face. Whenever Wang Pan's hand fell on its head, it would tremble all over.

This is fear!

Only the twelfth ghost of the underworld who came into close contact knew what kind of power was contained in this palm!

"I will definitely die!"

The twelfth ghost of the underworld wailed in his heart, how could there be such a strong Nascent Soul?

Before, the Son of God appeared silently beside him, and he had thought about resisting, but unfortunately, when facing the Son of God, his proud strength was not worth mentioning in front of the Son of God.

I couldn't even give a warning, and was suppressed silently by Wang Pan, becoming a pet of the Holy Son.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

"Holy Son, we are just joking!"

"Yes, yes, everything in this fairy city belongs to you, the Holy Son, your private property, how dare we make plans."

"The Holy Son is mighty, and killed a group of cultivators in the Refining Void Stage with one move. We are willing to serve you like dogs and horses!"

"Holy Son, you are generous, please forgive our unintentional mistakes, and we will fight wherever you point in the future!"

"Holy Son has boundless magic power, and the Nascent Soul can kill the Refining Void. In the future, the Shenming Sect will be your world!"

The Twelve Ghosts of Shenming have seen the terrifying power of Wang Pan killing a group of Refining Void Stages with one move. Now Wang Pan can blend into them silently. If the Holy Son hadn't spoken, they wouldn't have noticed it.

Since they can blend into them silently without being discovered, it also means that Wang Pan can kill them at any time if he wants.

Although they are new lives formed by the residual souls of people after death combined with some special power under chance, they also cherish this new life because they know that life is hard to come by.

After all, if they die again now, they will really die, and their souls will be scattered and they will never be reborn!

The extremely unruly and ruthless twelve ghosts of the underworld were shocked by Wang Pan's strength. They were very honest and did not dare to act rashly in front of Wang Pan.

The twelve ghosts of the underworld in front of him were full of flattering smiles, trying to please Wang Pan. It was impossible to see that this group of ghosts were discussing the brutal appearance of slaughtering all the immortal cultivators in the immortal city and devouring their souls.

"Did the master of this saint ask you to come?"

Wang Pan had already guessed in his heart that he had noticed the existence of the twelve ghosts of the underworld before. At first, Wang Pan thought that the twelve ghosts of the underworld were also like the previous batch of out-of-body cultivators of the underworld sect, and they were also here to hunt him down.

But then Wang Pan realized that the twelve ghosts of the underworld had no intention of killing him.

When he was killing the cultivators of the Refining Void Stage from the five holy places, Wang Pan deliberately exposed a flaw, but the twelve ghosts of the underworld did not attack him, and they did not jump out, so Wang Pan did not kill them directly.

If the twelve ghosts of the underworld have the intention to kill him, no matter who sent them, Wang Pan will kill them.

"Son of God is wise!"

"After the sect master noticed that you went out alone, he was furious and killed all the guards of the underworld palace."

"The sect master is worried about your safety, so he asked us to come and bring you back to the underworld sect safely."

"If you ask me, the leader is just too concerned. The Holy Son is cultivating immortals and has boundless magical powers. Even if we are not here, no one can do anything to the Holy Son!"

The twelve ghosts of the underworld talked at the same time.

After Wang Pan heard this, his face froze.

Family members know their own business.

This time he went out not for traveling, but to escape!

Based on Wang Pan's understanding of Wangyue, I'm afraid Wangyue was furious after she realized that the space ring was taken away by him, right?

After all, the space ring was filled with all kinds of Wangyue's underwear.

The styles were so gorgeous, novel, and bold that Wang Pan blushed and was embarrassed to describe them.

Why are you worried about your own safety, so you sent the twelve ghosts of the underworld to take you back to the sect?

Wang Pan knew with his butt that once he went back, he would probably be beaten nine times in three days!

"No, I can't go back now. Wait until I break through one or two realms!"

Wang Pan shuddered violently, and his butt hurt.

There is no way, the title of Immortal King is not without its shortcomings.

Although this title can allow Wang Pan to improve Wang Pan's realm and reduce the opponent's realm by one when fighting with the creatures of the Immortal Cultivation System.

But the premise is that Wang Pan has murderous intentions in his heart!

Once the murderous intentions are born, it is a fight to the death!

Otherwise, the title of Immortal King will backfire on Wang Pan, directly improving the realm of the creatures of the Immortal Cultivation System and reducing Wang Pan's realm by one!

You must know that talents and titles not only have positive effects of gain, but also negative effects of loss.

There are many simulators who have killed themselves because of the negative effects of loss of talents and titles.

And under the premise that the title of Immortal King cannot take effect, with Wang Pan's current strength in the Nascent Soul Stage, it is okay to fight against the Refining Void Stage, but if he faces the Hedao Stage, Wang Pan's head can be knocked off!

"Hmm? It's really like a pillow is sent to you when you are sleepy.

I can't beat my master, but can't I beat other Hedao-level ghosts?"

Wang Pan pushed the exquisite porcelain doll-like 12th ghost of Shenming away, and then looked at the sky above the Immortal City.

There was some resentment in the eyes of the 12th ghost of Shenming. All men are pigs!

Just now, he was stroking his head like a pet, and he turned around and abandoned him.

But the body of the 12th ghost of Shenming was very honest. He ran behind the other 11 ghosts in a flash. After all, the feeling of life and death was something that the 12th ghost of Shenming didn't want to experience again.

That feeling was like walking on a tightrope in the sky, and it could be doomed at any time.

It was like there was a knife hanging over his head, and he didn't know when the knife would fall.

But the next moment, the faces of the 12th ghosts of Shenming changed drastically at the same time!

"Hedao period!"

"God, hurry up, there's a big guy coming!"

"Damn it, it must be the Lianxu period from the five holy places just now, and there must be a clone outside, and they immediately notified the Hedao period masters in the holy places!"

"This is troublesome!"

"You are a Hedao period, you actually took action yourself!"

The twelve ghosts of the underworld were extremely ugly. They didn't expect the other party to react so quickly, and the first one to come was a Hedao period master!

The twelve ghosts of the underworld flashed in an instant and came in front of Wang Pan.

Without hesitation, they burst out with all their strength, and the thick and gloomy ghost energy like ink rushed into the sky, spreading rapidly, infecting the world!

"Divine power. Twelve ghosts transporting technique!"

This is a teleportation advanced magical power practiced by the twelve ghosts of the underworld. Without sacrificing their origin, they can even cross the continent with the help of this magical power!

The twelve ghosts of the underworld don't think that they can dominate the Lianxu period by joining forces. If they can stop the Hedao period, they will really be the opponents of the Hedao period.

The so-called blocking a hundred breaths of the Hedao period refers to the ordinary Hedao period!

There are also strong and weak people in the Hedao period!

Any Hedao period from a holy land can kill the twelve ghosts of the underworld in a few breaths!

After all, the Hedao period from a holy land is the best in terms of cultivation methods, magical powers, and Taoist tools!

Since they can't beat them, they will of course run away!

Of course, the twelve ghosts of the underworld are still quite conscientious. When they ran away, they didn't forget Wang Pan, the son of the saint.

Maybe they are also afraid that once Wang Pan gets into trouble, they will also die in Wangyue's rage.

Before, they were still a great help to Wangyue.

But after Wangyue broke through to the Hedao period, they were no longer necessary for Wangyue.

"Did I let you go?

Come as you please, leave as you please. You don't take me seriously, do you?

A net covering everything!"

A cold voice sounded, and a huge shadow appeared in the sky.

This was a giant with a human body and an elephant head, and at this moment, the giant was holding a fishing net in his hand.

The fishing net was formed by three thousand silk threads that were integrated with the power of different laws. The giant with a human body and an elephant head roared, and threw the fishing net with all his strength.

The big net grew in the wind, getting bigger and bigger. One by one, the silk threads merged into the void, directly entangling the surrounding space!

"Puff!"

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The transportation technique of the twelve ghosts of the underworld was directly interrupted, and they all spit out a mouthful of soul blood!

"Old man, you are so healthy, why haven't you died yet?"

Silently, a crack appeared in the space, a terrifying aura rushed out from the crack, and a voice with surprise and regret sounded.

"Hmph, I won't die even if you die.

Even if I die, there is still a Hedao-level person in my Aries Holy Land. But if you die, I don't know when the next Hedao-level person will appear in Tianshui Holy Land."

The Grand Elder of Aries Holy Land snorted coldly, his eyes full of fear.

"Tianshui Holy Land depends on me, I dare not die.

Unlike your Aries Holy Land, there is a brilliant Saint Lord, which really makes me envious."

The Saint Lord of Tianshui Holy Land stepped out of the space crack with a smile on his chubby face.

The two are old rivals and are very familiar with each other. As soon as they met, they exchanged friendly greetings and exchanges with each other.

"Tsk tsk, your Shenming Sect is really generous.

Twelve evil spirits in the late Lianxu period, a saint of Shenming Sect, you Shenming Sect can't stay in Qingzhou anymore, are you ready to come to our Yangzhou?"

The Saint Lord of Tianshui Holy Land looked at the twelve ghosts of Shenming, with an exaggerated expression on his face.

"This is the Holy Son of the Shenming Sect, right? He is really a hero in his youth.

How about it, are you interested in coming to our Tianshui Holy Land?

As long as you come to our Tianshui Holy Land, the next Sect Master will be yours!"

The Holy Lord of Tianshui Holy Land tried to open his narrowed eyes and said to Wang Pan.

"Before coming, the Holy Lord told me that if I can't get this Holy Son of the Shenming Sect who can kill Lianxu with Yuanying, I will kill him.

It seems that this boy has no chance with your Tianshui Holy Land."

The Supreme Elder of Aries Holy Land had a little regret on his old face.

"Then forget it, since we all want him, let's kill him."

The Holy Lord of Tianshui Holy Land sighed. Killing Lianxu with Yuanying, I have never heard of it.

What a pity, why is such a prodigy not from my Tianshui Holy Land?

Such a prodigy, no matter whether it is obtained by Aries Holy Land or Tianshui Holy Land, once the news spreads, it will not be able to withstand the pressure of other holy lands.

The other holy places in Yangzhou will not allow a genius like Wang Pan to exist!

After all, if Wang Pan grows up, the first to suffer will be the holy places in Yangzhou.

With Wang Pan's terrifying fighting power of killing Lianxu in his Nascent Soul stage, who can stop him once Wang Pan reaches the Mahayana stage?

Even if the remains of the ascenders and the immortal weapons are sacrificed, they can't stand it!

After all, the so-called remains of the ascenders and the immortal weapons are just dead things. How can they stop a living Mahayana stage!

The Supreme Elder of the Aries Holy Land and the Holy Lord of the Tianshui Holy Land reached a consensus that Wang Pan must die!

"The other three holy places didn't come, so let's divide these twelve late-stage Lianxu ghosts between our two families."

Since Wang Pan was already a dead man in his eyes, the Holy Lord of the Tianshui Holy Land also shifted his target and looked at the twelve ghosts of the Shenming.

"What do you want to share? You didn't contribute at all. I want all the twelve evil spirits from Aries Holy Land!"

The white-haired and bearded Grand Elder of Aries Holy Land smiled on his old face, raised his hand, and grabbed fiercely!

"If you say so, I will notify the other three holy lands.

I don't know how many you can get from Aries Holy Land by then."

The kind smile on the face of the Holy Lord of Tianshui Holy Land slowly disappeared, and a cold light flashed in his squinting eyes.

Old thing, you have a big appetite, and you want all of them? Aren't you afraid of being stuffed to death!

"I want ten from Aries Holy Land!"

The Grand Elder of Aries Holy Land frowned and took a step back.

"Half for each family."

The Holy Lord of Tianshui Holy Land did not give in. Just kidding, although this evil spirit is not as good as the real late-stage refining ghost, the evil spirit from the Shenming Sect can still beat a middle-stage refining ghost, and looking at the aura that is connected, he must be good at combined attack.

With the six evil ghosts working together, it shouldn't be a big problem to use them as a weaker one in the Refining Void Stage.

"Don't go too far, stop when you're ahead!

Otherwise, do you believe that I won't give you any? I don't believe that you dare to attack my Aries Holy Land because of a few evil ghosts?"

The Grand Elder of the Aries Holy Land had a gloomy face, as if if you don't agree, I will run away directly.

At this time, the Grand Elder of the Aries Holy Land regretted a little. He should have called the Holy Lord earlier.

He couldn't suppress the Holy Lord of the Tianshui Holy Land.

The Grand Elder of the Aries Holy Land was only in the initial stage of the Hedao, while the Holy Lord of the Tianshui Holy Land was in the middle stage of the Hedao.

It seemed that there was only a small realm difference, but even if the Grand Elder of the Aries Holy Land tried his best, he could only barely escape from the hands of the Holy Lord of the Tianshui Holy Land.

"I want three heads from Tianshui Holy Land, no less!"

The face of the Holy Lord of Tianshui Holy Land was not good. Although he was stronger than this old guy, the Holy Lord of Aries Holy Land was not easy to mess with.

"I want everything. Do you want a fist as big as a sand bowl?"

Suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded.

The Supreme Elder of Aries Holy Land and the Holy Lord of Tianshui Holy Land turned their heads stiffly and looked at the group of people from Shenming Sect.

How many years have passed?

How many years has no one dared to talk to him like this?

Whether it is the Supreme Elder of Aries Holy Land or the Holy Lord of Tianshui Holy Land, who is not high above, overlooking the world, and affecting the fate of hundreds of billions of people in a single thought.

"As expected of the Holy Son of Shenming Sect, this character is really bad."

The Holy Lord of Tianshui Holy Land had a smile on his chubby face. He was not angry, not angry, why would he be angry with a dead person!

"Since you want to die so much, then I will fulfill your wish."

The Grand Elder of the Aries Holy Land sneered, and the giant with a human body and an elephant head behind him grabbed the rope of the net and pulled it hard!

The silk threads engraved with the power of the law and tempered by thousands of hammers tightened instantly. Each silk thread was extremely sharp, and the space was cut by the silk threads with dark cracks!