Chapter 838 The soul-raising poppy (please subscribe, please collect)
Sun Mingsheng was not too surprised by the rage of the Ghost King. The Ghost King was indeed extremely powerful and had the upper hand in the battle, but he was also not a pushover. His eighth-level cultivation was his most solid foundation.
The three powerful magic weapons, the Demon-Subduing Staff, the Sky-Breaking Mace, and the Turtle Shield, were hovering around Sun Mingsheng, fighting with the Ghost King.
Although the Sealing Ghost Pearl could not directly seal the third-level upper-grade Ghost King, it also had a certain suppressive power. As for the remaining ghost soldiers and ghost generals, in addition to suppressing them with the power of the treasure talisman, the black-striped ant colony that had not appeared for a long time also swarmed out again.
In terms of the number of competitions, Sun Mingsheng never had any fear, but the black-striped ants were unable to effectively perceive the hidden space cracks, so they suffered a lot of losses in the battle for a while.
Under the leadership of the lower-middle-grade third-order soldier ants, the black-striped ants quickly gained the upper hand. Relying on their huge numerical advantage, they quickly devoured the ghost soldiers and even the lower-grade third-order ghost kings bit by bit. Only after they completely disappeared did they change their targets.
In short, under Sun Mingsheng's full-scale response, although they seemed to be very embarrassed under the siege of the ghost group, they still maintained a confrontation state with both offense and defense, and did not fall into a real disadvantage.
Ximen Jian could use spirit beasts as a reward to attract Sun Mingsheng to buy time. Other cultivators who entered the ancient battlefield, except for some unlucky ones who fell, were naturally unwilling to lag behind. They all used their own methods and gathered under the hilltop with poppy flowers and spiritual medicine in a very short time.
But in front of all the late Jindan cultivators, a ghost king dressed in white and holding a folding fan, who looked like a scholar, blocked the way forward.
If it weren't for the blood-red dots on his white clothes, he would look more like a fellow traveler who came earlier.
"Tsk tsk tsk, every thousand years, there are always some blood food that are sent to the door by all means. If it weren't for you guys coming continuously, we couldn't kill them all and eat them all. This ancient battlefield would have dissipated between heaven and earth long ago."
The ghost king holding a folding fan seemed to speak gently, but it was full of murderous aura, and his eyes turned blood red in an instant.
In front of him, more than a dozen famous Jindan ninth-level cultivators in the cultivation world were like pigs and sheep without any resistance in his eyes, and could be easily killed at any time.
"Who are you? Why are you talking nonsense here? Stopping us from picking spiritual medicine?"
"Even though you are amazingly powerful, you have not yet condensed your Nascent Soul. It is wishful thinking to want to monopolize this spiritual medicine."
The two Jindan ninth-level cultivators, both of whom were quite irritable, immediately scolded, and the light in their eyes kept looking around, ready to attack at any time.
"Are the spiritual medicines you are talking about this Soul-raising Poppy Flower?"
"This so-called spiritual medicine is naturally only taken by cultivators like you who are not picky about meat and vegetables. You can pick it, and it has nothing to do with me. But before picking it, you need to offer three of you as blood food for me."
The White-clothed Ghost King showed a very obvious sneer in his mouth, and at the same time, all the cultivators heard the name of the Soul-raising Poppy Flower for the first time.
Every time the ancient battlefield is opened, the treasures that assist in achieving the Nascent Soul are of different types, and they are usually relatively unpopular. It is reasonable that the cultivators present did not see its background for a while.
"The Soul-raising Poppy can assist the cultivators to temporarily improve the strength of their spiritual consciousness to the early stage of the Nascent Soul, but it also contains a strong poison. If the Nascent Soul cannot be achieved within a year after refining, the poison will enter the bone marrow, and medicine and stones will be ineffective, and it will turn into pus on the spot."
The nine-level Jindan cultivators present did not take the so-called blood food in the words of the White-clothed Ghost King too seriously, and their focus was still on the spiritual medicine itself.
The nine-level Jindan cultivators in front of them would naturally be familiar with various natural materials and treasures that assist in achieving the Nascent Soul before choosing to enter the ancient battlefield.
The Soul-raising Poppy is naturally among them, but on the one hand, the number of this kind of spiritual medicine in the long history of the cultivation world is quite rare, and on the other hand, once he chooses to refine it, he cannot condense the Nascent Soul within the required time range, and the consequences are quite miserable.
Under normal circumstances, most cultivators would not choose to refine unless they had no choice. This was also the fundamental reason why the ninth-level Jindan cultivators had not recognized it.
"Do you still need to pick this soul-raising poppy flower? If you are willing to retreat at this time, I naturally don't need to capture blood food from you."
The White Ghost King said with contempt, and the cultivators never really entered his eyes from beginning to end.
"You are so arrogant, you want to use us as blood food, and you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue away."
"Fellow Taoists, no matter who this soul-raising poppy flower belongs to in the end, let's join forces and kill him first."
"After all, he is just a ghost king who failed to hit the fourth level and survived by chance. He dared to speak nonsense in front of us."
An old man with white hair and beard, who had begun to exude a breath of death, had a cold light flash in his dim eyes, and had a rough guess about the situation of the White Ghost King in front of him.
In a sense, the difficulties faced by a Ghost King in advancing to the fourth level are roughly the same as those faced by cultivators, and he needs to condense a ghost baby.
Once they fail, they usually die on the spot. The only chance of survival is to choose to retreat bravely when refining heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and the golden elixir has not been truly broken.
With the enhancement of the Nascent Soul treasure that assists in attaining it, one's own cultivation level can be further improved in the golden elixir stage. Ordinary ninth-level golden elixir monks are no match for them.
It's just that this situation is extremely rare. For some monks, if they go to great lengths to obtain a high-quality treasure that can help achieve the Nascent Soul, they will naturally go all out, knowing that the success rate is not high, but they are still willing to try it. , even at the cost of his own life.
Therefore, although a being like the White-clothed Ghost King is powerful, in the eyes of all the ninth-level Golden Core monks, he is in a state of contempt and disadvantage.
"Roar"
The old man's words seemed to touch the most vulnerable part of the white-clothed ghost king's heart. He heard a roar, and his noble gentleman-like appearance suddenly changed, and the folding fan in his hand also turned into pitch black.
The ghost king in white sprayed a long triangular tongue from his mouth and went straight towards the decrepit old man. The barbs on it also shone with black light impregnated with poison, clearly showing a powerful appearance.
White bone spurs also grew out of the black folding fan in his hand. They spread out in all directions as the fan was incited, and headed straight for the other monks decisively.