"Hmph! Xuan Yuan Fa Wang's true body is just a strand of pure blood, so it naturally doesn't have the influence of these negative emotions. A cold hum, and his body was shrouded in a bloody glow. The dark wind swept across the surface of the bloody glow, and was naturally absorbed, turning into his own energy. Wen Lan Xin waved her hand, recalling the Wan Mo banner. The dark wind and resentful aura were absorbed into the long banner, and the patterns of the cow ghosts and snake gods on it became clearer. Zhou Qing was even more resolute, and threw the Hua Xue Shen Dao onto his head! Ten times the absorption, like a whale sucking in water, in an instant, all the dark wind and resentful aura in the entire mountain valley were sucked dry. The ancient, black, and mysterious body of the knife didn't change at all. Indeed! Although this resentful aura was heavy, it wasn't a real yin soul entity after all. The Hua Xue Shen Dao couldn't transform into pure spiritual energy for Zhou Qing's true body and primordial spirit to absorb."
Xuan Yuan Fa Wang and Wen Lan Xin exchanged a bitter smile. Although they were far more powerful than Zhou Qing, their speed in absorbing the dark and malevolent energy was nowhere near that of the Tai Gu Mo Bing Hua Xue Shen Dao. "What an intense killing aura!" After absorbing a bit of ghostly energy, the evil spirits inside Wen Lan Xin's Wan Mo Fan increased in strength by at least one-tenth. This was just a small leak from the seal, and yet it was so powerful. If they could capture hundreds of vengeful spirits and attach them to the fan, it would likely become an unparalleled magical artifact that rivaled any treasure or divine weapon.
Wen Lanxin gazed at the dark entrance, her heart racing with excitement. As everyone knew, cultivating a powerful magical artifact was extremely difficult, and even a moderately powerful one required hundreds of vengeful spirits. Wen Lanxin's own Wanmo banner, touted as containing "ten thousand demons", actually only held a few thousand souls, half of which were the remnants of the monsters she had slaughtered in the past. Back then, despite her impressive abilities, she had been hindered by the lack of a top-notch magical artifact, and was ultimately defeated by the four great masters of the Daoist sect, who were far inferior to her in terms of cultivation. She had harbored a grudge ever since, and had always wanted to create a demonic artifact that could rival those of the Daoist sect. Unfortunately, the materials needed for this were extremely hard to find, which was why she had set her sights on this ancient battlefield. In reality, using vengeful spirits to condense into a true body of heavenly demons was secondary; cultivating a magical artifact was her primary goal. Xuan Yuan's thoughts were actually aligned with hers.
The vengeful spirits of Changping, back then, had such a strong resentment that it shocked the heavens. Even the Nine Heavens' Thunderbolt couldn't do anything about it. The weight and strength of this resentment were simply unbelievable. This kind of spirit is a rare and precious treasure that even the two paths of demons and gods can't find easily, more attractive than heavenly materials, spiritual medicines, and rare treasures. Judging from the terrifying aura occasionally emitted earlier, I'm afraid these military spirits are all ghost kings, one of which could be worth thousands or tens of thousands of ordinary spirits. Even Xuan Yuan Fa Wang and Wen Lan Xin knew it was extremely dangerous inside, but they couldn't help wanting to go in.
"Alright! Wealth and honor are sought in danger, it turns out that I underestimated the ferocity of these Longping wronged souls. This kind of military soul, as long as we collect a few thousand, refine them into magic weapons, even the purple and blue double swords of the Longmei will have to yield! Using them to cultivate might even allow us to break through to the realm of practicing virtual harmony, at that time flying up to the heavenly realm won't be just a dream. At the very least, it can restore my old self's abilities!" Xuan Yuan Fa Wang muttered to himself. However, Zhou Qing and Wen Lan Xin on the side heard him clearly. Despite one being a demon among demons and the other being a young master with an unshakeable will, they were both startled!
Zhou Qing was nothing to worry about, his kung fu methods, whether it was the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill or the Sword Qi Ling Kong Jue, were not demonic kung fu methods. Those vengeful spirits could only be used to refine artifacts, and had little use for actual cultivation. With the acquisition of the Heaven-Defying Blood Blade, a top-grade artifact in the world, artifacts became insignificant. However, it was still possible to have his disciples practice refining a few pieces, increasing their strength. After all, this was a sect he had founded himself, and although it was small, Zhou Qing placed great importance on it.
"We'll go in together. These vengeful spirits are all at least as powerful as a mid-stage Houtian cultivator, especially the ones without physical form, who are the hardest to deal with. If there were only ten or eight of them, we wouldn't be afraid, but they were an army when they were alive and must still be together in death. If thousands of them came at us at once, even if we had ten lives it wouldn't be enough! We have to be careful and can't let our guard down." Zhou Qing and Xuan Yuan Fa Wang both nodded solemnly, their faces serious. Even though they were both unstoppable forces in the cultivation world, capable of turning the tide of battle on their own, they still felt uneasy about going up against these fierce ghosts who didn't even fear heavenly tribulation.
When next week's Qing Zhang opened the Aurora cloak, the Blood God Knife was also held in his hand. The Xuan Yuan Fa Wang's Taoist robe puffed out, and the Taiji pattern made of white gold thread on his back shone brightly, covering the three people. Zhou Qing only then discovered that Xuan Yuan Fa Wang's Taoist robe was actually a powerful Taoist artifact. Wen Lan Xin also opened the Wanmo banner and transformed into a black gas, adding another layer of protection outside. The three flew towards the cave entrance together!
As soon as they entered the cave, a wave of cold wind blew towards them. Zhou Qing's power was the weakest, and even with three layers of protection, the chill still seeped in, making his teeth chatter and his blood vessels congeal. "This is colder than the South or North Pole!" he exclaimed. He quickly activated his true fire to purify the cold air that had invaded his body.
As they entered the cave, none of them dared to move carelessly. The interior was pitch black, but their eyes could see everything clearly. The entrance was a large, flat rock surface about ten feet in diameter, covered with a three-inch thick layer of dark, slippery ice. Zhou Qing tapped on it with his knife and heard a metallic sound.
A passageway, three feet wide, stretched down into the depths of the earth. The air inside was turbulent, making it impossible for them to see what lay within. Xuan Yuan Fa Wang and Wen Lan Xin didn't care about Zhou Qing's thoughts; each took out a flying sword and began striking the dark ice on the ground. Block after block of black ice fell away, revealing a spatial rift that appeared beside them.
In no time at all, they had cleared away the entire surface of black ice, dividing it between themselves and storing it in their own storage spaces. Zhou Qing watched with a heavy heart: "This is thousand-year-old yin wind, condensed into dark, icy crystals! It's as valuable as Taiyi refined gold, and can be used to forge a demonic flying sword that's incredibly hard and deadly. Just one touch would freeze your true yuan...and you've taken it all away without leaving me any! You're really something else!"
Zhou Qing was furious.
"Haha! You're quite knowledgeable, kid!" Xuan Yuan Fa Wang saw Zhou Qing's facial muscles twitching, as if his own flesh was being cut, and laughed strangely: "Take it! As long as you can take it away, we don't mind giving it all to you!" Zhou Qing didn't speak anymore. Indeed, even if he took it, he couldn't carry it away. The dark, cold aura of the Hei Yin Huang was extremely sharp, and even steel would be frozen into iron filings upon contact. He didn't have the ability to open up a Xu Mi space like the two of them, so he could only put it on his body. But that wouldn't work either - within three breaths, he would definitely turn into a frozen corpse. Although his Golden Silkworm Primordial Spirit was fire-attribute and could completely suppress it, his strength would have to be discounted. Weakening himself in such a dangerous place was almost the same as suicide!
