Void Island, the ghost city of the underworld.

The dark tomb area was now barren of grass, and electric snakes swam around the broken stone tablets.

Under the haze, the ghost fled hastily in the shroud of thunder and tribulation, screamed and died.

Outside this dilapidated desert, there is an orange figure standing alone, looking into the distance like a stone, unmoving despite the wind and thunder.

"boom!"

The holy calamity descends.

The Blood World Pearl whined and emitted bright blood light, as if it had swallowed the most delicious tonic.

The bright red color dyed in the misty sky adds an extra touch.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."

The Holy Tribulation, which was swallowed up by a wave of energy by the Blood World Pearl, hit a huge ancient book written by Xuanyuan Youqing.

The pages of the ancient book were turned, dissipating energy and distributing it to the souls of the ghost city.

"sad--"

The ghosts wailed, each withstood a part of the thunder calamity while screaming, and then died.

However, when the pages of the dark green ancient book moved again, the extremely delicious soul energy was released.

A group of dead souls were robbed and died, and another large number of dead souls belonging to the Netherworld Ghost City came one after another.

Underneath the ancient books in the void.

Wearing a black-feathered cloak, with his wrists hanging high and his head lowered, the Night Owl seemed to have been nailed to death in the void.

Behind her was a hundred-foot-long shadow of the God of Death, wearing a black robe and a hood, with its soul burning with will-o'-the-wisps.

Between his huge bony hands, he held a black sickle dripping with blood.

Hanging over the edge of the sickle is the Night Owl who has completely lost his life fluctuations.

"boom!"

The holy calamity strikes again.

The possible energy has been absorbed by the Blood World Bead, dispersed by the Youqing Ancient Book, and then swallowed by the Shadow of Death, and the threat level has been reduced.

The remaining thunder tribulation was instilled into Night Owl's lifeless body, causing a convulsion.

Under the pull of the power of death, Night Owl's body will not even fall apart.

Not only that, the power of repaying life after the disaster is still awakening Ye Xiao's vitality little by little.

"Hanging Book of Life..."

"The lost artifact of the Monument of Relics requires the power of the God of Death to activate. It can take a bite of a person's life and feed back life."

"You can also use the power of ghosts to share the damage and absorb soul energy to heal yourself."

"Tsk tsk! I have to say, this is indeed the most powerful weapon for your Ye Xiao to overcome the tribulation!"

Beyond the Holy Tribulation, on top of the ruined mountain.

The Heavenly Man Wusei was holding the illusory head of an undead body, and he was enjoying the journey of Ye Owl with his eyes fixed on him, his one eye full of admiration.

"No wonder it is said that ghosts in the underworld are your place of survival. The power of death is everywhere and can absorb soul energy."

"Well, the power of the God of Death, the Hanging Book of Life, the Blood World Pearl...these three together are indeed enough to overcome the tribulation."

"But I'm afraid there's still one step left to cultivate an immortal body."

The Five Deceivers of Heaven and Man put down the soul body heads in their hands for the time being, and walked up to the tall stone altar that had been piled up in front of them.

On top of the altar, there are three thick logs, the branches of which have been cut off.

These three Fengqingmu are only seventh-grade innate spiritual trees, which are specialties of the Netherworld Ghost City.

The dimensions are three feet long, six feet long, and nine feet long. The length has not been specially processed and is original.

In the eyes of outsiders, Fengqingmu may only be used as medicine. It is one of the main ingredients of the innate elixir Qinghun Dan, which is used to heal the soul.

But if someone understands the art of soul, they can use special techniques to communicate a person's spiritual energy and create something special.

The Five Deceased Heavenly Beings began to deal with these three Feng Qingmu.

He took out three soul-calling flags of different sizes, matched them according to size, and tied them one by one to the three Fengqing wood.

Form seals, set up formations, and place spiritual towers as energy supply...

After a few moves, three huge soul-calling flags were completed.

The Heavenly Man Wusei turned his head and glanced at the Holy Tribulation behind him. He took the time to insert the three soul-calling flags into the stone altar.

"Ta, ta, ta!"

Three drops of soul blood dripped in, and the entire altar finally took shape.

"Woo——"

The dark wind blows, and the soul-calling flag begins to hunt and flutter.

The ghosts in the underworld rushed towards the undead body hanging with the book of life. At this moment, they all stopped and looked back in the direction of the altar, with greedy glints in their eyes.

But the soul energy of the altar is like the fireflies to the bright moon compared to the hanging life book.

Soon, the undead bodies gave up the action of rushing to the altar, and turned into moths and rushed towards the hanging book of life that was blazing in their eyes.

"Sure enough, we won't attract them. Once we take this step, it will be easy to handle."

The gods and humans watched all this with a smile.

He continued to wait until Ye Xiao's Holy Tribulation entered its final stage and he was counting down the number of thunder tribulations before he finally took action.

"Come!"

With a move of his hand, the head of the soul body under the altar flew over.

The gods and humans held it in their hands, carefully placed it on the stone altar, and pointed its eyes in the direction of the night owl's tribulation.

"Broken seal!"

One-handed seal of the Five Decline of Heaven and Man.

The seal on the soul body's head burst open.

In the position of his right eye, a substantial eyeball that was not made of soul energy was opened.

This is an extremely weird eyeball. Without the skull covering it, you can see its true oval shape that is close to a sphere.

The eyeball is white all over, with bloodshot eyes, and there are three gray spots on the front.

"boom!"

The thunder calamity from behind suddenly fell again.

The leisurely leisurely life of the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings is gone, and the movements are speeding up.

"open!"

He made another seal, and the only eyeball on the soul body's head flipped three ways, quickly flowed into the pupil position, and began to emit strange Taoist fluctuations.

"look at me……"

"look at me……"

"look at me……"

The head of the soul body spoke.

The hoarse and dull voice of the soul goes back and forth with the content of these three words, never stopping, starting over and over again.

The Five Deceivers of Heavenly Man used his body to block the sight of the head of the soul body, took out a piece of black cloth with flowing patterns from the ring, and covered the head of the soul body.

"boom!"

The Holy Tribulation has entered its final climax.

A lightning strike can emit hundreds of thousands of thunderbolts that shatter the void.

These scattered thunder tribulations all bombarded the Blood World Pearl, the Hanging Book of Life, and the soulless body of the Night Owl.

"look at me……"

"look at me……"

In the distance there was the sound of thunder and calamity, and beside me there was the murmuring of a quiet voice.

A strange dark wind blew up from an unknown place, bringing with it endless obscurity and coldness.

Tianren Wushen's eyes became solemn, and his tightly closed right eye twitched slightly, as if there was a dull pain.

He ignored the thunder calamity and only raised his eyes to look at the three soul-calling flags in front of him. Suddenly, surging spiritual energy and the power of ghost beasts burst out from his body.

"Pong Pong Pong!"

The five devastations of Heaven and Man hit his own Heavenly Spirit Cap with three consecutive palms, and his face suddenly became ferocious under the half-remnant face.

He twitched his hand, as if extracting something from his own body, and threw it on the three-pole soul-calling flag in front of him.

"Three Corpses Zhengfa!"

With his hands clasped together, the face of Tianren Wushen became more pious in its distortion.

Oops!
To be continued...