Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

"What else can I do?"

Lin Sheng snatched the red lantern from the woman's hand: "Of course it's to kill ghosts."

Nangong Aotian saw this and smiled: "Brother, don't blame me, I'm overthinking."

"Sir, what are you going to do?" The woman looked frightened and quickly took a few steps back. Although the red lantern was taken away, she did not change abnormally.

Lin Sheng completely ignored the woman and looked at the red lantern in his hand with great interest.

There is a wisp of eerie red flame in the lantern, which is constantly absorbing the ghostly energy in the air and burning.

It was said that it was burning the ghost energy of the netherworld, but after careful inspection with his spiritual consciousness, Lin Sheng found that the ghost energy of the netherworld did not disappear, but gathered into the red flames and turned into a slender black thread.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Nangong Aotian walked to Lin Sheng's side. His eyes kept flowing on the woman, never letting down his guard.

"Brother, do you know what this is?"

As he spoke, Lin Sheng pierced the outer cover of the lantern, put his fingers into the flame, and pinched out the thin black thread.

And just when Lin Sheng pinched out the black thread in the flame, the flame was extinguished instantly, and the woman beside her suddenly started to tremble, like snowflakes exposed to the sun, her body melting rapidly.

In just two breaths, the woman completely turned into a pool of blood, and all her clothes and jewelry were dissolved.

"This..." Nangong Aotian looked shocked, his eyes wandering back and forth between the blood on the ground and the black thread in Lin Sheng's hand.

"What on earth is this black silk? Why does it feel so much like hair?" Lin Sheng's face froze slightly. He didn't care about the blood on the ground, and focused entirely on the black silk between his fingers.

"It does look like hair. Why is there such a thing in the lantern?" Nangong Aotian frowned slightly.

Lin Sheng looked surprised and said, "This matter was not recorded in your clan?"

Nangong Aotian shook his head: "My brother is a very brave man. How can others dare to get close to the lamp ghost? They use spells to attack from a distance."

"No one dares to check even if the lantern is extinguished. After all, it is a ghost and is contaminated with ominous things."

Lin Sheng was thoughtful when he heard the words. Flames appeared on his fingertips and burned black threads. The black threads did not change under the burning of the flames. Obviously, ordinary fire methods were useless against them.

‘Could this black silk be the true form of the ghost? ’

Lin Sheng thought secretly in his heart, and a golden thunder suddenly appeared in his palm. The black thread that could not resist the flames was instantly annihilated under the golden thunder.

"It seems that the body of this lamp ghost is black silk, but this ghost seems to be nothing special. How can it be regarded as an evil ghost?"

Lin Sheng shook his palm, and the golden arc swimming in his palm slowly dissipated.

"This ghost will not directly hurt people, but will lure people to an extremely dangerous ghost place."

Nangong Aotian said, looking at the bloody water on the ground: "It is said that this ghost will only wander around the ghost place and will not go too far. From this point of view, there may be a ghost place nearby. I am afraid that all the ghosts in the forest are Came out of that hell."

Lin Sheng glanced at the blood on the ground, turned around and left: "That's all, let's just go to the City of Wasted Death. I want to see how many ghosts dare to block our way along the way."

Nangong Aotian smiled when he heard this, and quickly chased after him: "With my brother here, no matter how many ghosts block the way, it will only lead to death."

"Haha, when did you start to like to say such flattery?"

"Brother, this is what I say from the bottom of my heart."

"Hehehe, I don't believe it."

Not long after the two left, the extinguished red lantern on the ground suddenly floated up, and the flames in it were rekindled.

The red lantern hovered in the air, facing the direction Lin Sheng left. The flickering flames reflected a tall shadow on the ground, but this shadow had no head.

After a few breaths, the red lantern turned and slowly floated into the forest.

. . .

I don't know whether it was because of the elimination of the lamp ghost or for other reasons, but Lin Sheng never encountered any ghosts along the way.

It wasn't until the two of them walked out of the woods and came to the wilderness that they encountered the ghost again.

But the new ghost that appeared this time was not one, but a group.

On the wasteland, not a single blade of grass grows, and the ghostly aura is extremely strong. A large area has turned into a mist. From time to time, a dark wind blows and disperses the mist, revealing the team walking among them.

They were escorted by ghost messengers.

Gui Cha, as the name suggests, is a ghost on duty. Lin Sheng originally thought that the underworld should be chaotic and disorderly, but he did not expect that there are ghosts in this world that specialize in maintaining order.

It was a long queue, with three tall and thin figures holding yellow-brown broken umbrellas in front of the queue.

They are more than four meters tall, wearing loose black clothes. No part of their skin is exposed, and their faces cannot be seen clearly.

The black clothes of the ghost in the middle were stained with blood, almost turning the black clothes into blood. It held an umbrella in its right hand and hid its left hand in its robe, leading the team forward slowly.

The ghosts on the left and right sides were half a body behind. Their black clothes were also stained with blood, but the blood stains were lighter and the infected area was smaller.

They hold umbrellas in their right hands, and hold a black iron chain as thick as an adult's arm in their left hand. The iron chain drags on the ground, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

Behind the ghosts, there are many ghosts, including ghosts and all kinds of strange spirits.

There will be a ghost every ten meters in the middle of the team, and in this team, there are a total of five ghosts traveling together.

They also hold umbrellas in their right hands, but hold a brass bell in their left hand. As the team slowly advances, the crisp sound of the bell echoes leisurely.

At the end of the team, there are also three ghosts, dressed the same as the three ghosts at the head of the team, but the middle ghost is half a body behind.

The black clothes on its body had been completely dyed red by the blood, turning it into an extremely bright bloody clothes.

"The ghost at the end is the strongest in this team." Nangong Aotian reminded in a low voice.

"The strength of a ghost depends on the blood stains on their black clothes. The weakest ghosts have only a trace of blood on their black clothes. The strongest ghosts are just like that ghost, and their black clothes turn into blood clothes."

"What if there is no trace of blood at all?" Lin Sheng looked at the ghost in the middle of the team. There was no blood on the black clothes on his body.

"That's the weakest one, he just became a ghost."

"Are ghosts trained from ghosts?" Lin Sheng was curious.

Nangong Aotian shook his head: "I don't know, there is no information about this in the clan, but what is certain is that ghosts will not take the initiative to hurt people."

Lin Sheng thought thoughtfully: "Do you know where the ghost messenger is going with these ghosts?"

Nangong Aotian shook his head: "I don't know. The clan has not investigated this matter, but it is speculated that it may be a centralized elimination."

"Not always."

Lin Sheng shook his head but didn't care, and continued to ask: "Is this city under the control of ghosts or humans?"

Nangong Aotian said matter-of-factly: "Of course it is under the control of ghosts. The Netherworld is also called the ghost world. If it is not under the control of ghosts, can it be controlled by humans?"

"Are there any mortals in this city?"

"Of course there is."

Lin Sheng looked puzzled: "If the city is controlled by ghosts, then this mortal..."

"The mortals and ghosts in this city of futile death are just like the mortals and monks in the Immortal Cultivation World. There is not much overlap between them."

Nangong Aotian explained: "The name of the lord of the City of In vain is Heishan. He is a ghost king. He likes mortals but not monks. We must not let him find out."

"Ghost King? What is the realm of monks?" Lin Sheng looked surprised.

"Nascent Soul." Nangong Aotian said decisively.

"..."

Lin Sheng had a look of emotion on his face: "I can see that you and your son want to trick me to death, right? Are you just sharing this kind of information now?"

Nangong Aotian smiled coquettishly: "Brother, don't worry, the Black Mountain Ghost King often sleeps. As long as we don't make any big noise, it won't find us."

Lin Sheng sighed quietly, now that he had boarded the pirate ship and could not get off, he had to enter the city in vain, otherwise he would not be able to go back.

He pointed to the ghost in the distance: "If this ghost is classified according to the realm of monks, what realm is it?"

"Foundation Building, the realm of ghost soldiers." Nangong Aotian explained quickly, fearing that the answer would be too slow. Lin Sheng would give up the task.

"Where are the ghosts being escorted?"

Nangong Aotian looked at the team, felt it carefully and then shook his head: "They are all ordinary ghosts."

Lin Sheng nodded slightly. It was true that ghosts gave him a different feeling from those escorted ghosts. The difference lay in the richness of the ghostly aura on his body, which also contained a hint of cold aura.

This kind of momentum is the unique fluctuation of ghosts, and you can intuitively feel the gap between the strength and weakness of ghosts.

Lin Sheng smiled: "If I guessed correctly, there should be a ghost general between the ghost soldiers and the ghost king, right? It just corresponds to the Gold Core Realm of the monks."

"That's right."

Nangong Aotian nodded repeatedly with admiration on his face: "Brother, you are so smart. I didn't expect that you could guess right when you first came to the Nether World."

"..."

Lin Sheng's cheeks trembled slightly and he opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Nangong Aotian continued: "There should be four major ghost generals in this city of futile death. The clan doesn't know the specific situation. It's just speculation at the moment."

"Brother, you must not provoke them. The Nascent Soul method is more important."

"Well, I'll do my best." Lin Sheng nodded, looked at the ghost team that was getting further away, and quickly followed them.

The ghostly ghost energy in the wasteland has already appeared in the form of mist. Perhaps the ghostly ghostly mist is already hidden in it. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it is safest to follow the ghost team.

After all, there can never be any hidden ghost fog on the path of the ghost team. Even if there is, Lin Sheng will be able to detect it in time as soon as the ghost team disappears.

The two of them followed the ghost team walking in the mist, not far or near. The ghostly atmosphere around them became more and more intense, and a huge city gradually emerged in full view in the mist.

The ancient and vicissitudes of the city wall became clearer and clearer in their sight, the City of Wasted Death was getting closer and closer, and the erosion of the body by the ghostly energy was becoming more and more serious.

"How do the mortals in this city of vain death survive when the ghostly aura of the underworld is so strong?" Lin Sheng said with some doubts in his heart.

Now that we are getting closer and closer to the City of Wasted Death, it is better not to make any noise.

Nangong Aotian's voice transmission explained: "The mortals here are different. Their bodies can adapt to the ghost energy of the netherworld."

"I see." Lin Sheng nodded and said no more.