The spearhead swept across the Blood Demons, like bursting water bags, and with one horizontal sweep, three or four Blood Demons would be scattered. Over a hundred Blood Demons were cleared by Lin Ming in just an incense stick's worth of time!

  Just then, in the distance, a large amount of blood mist gathered together, and a Blood Demon that was twice as big as an ordinary one slowly materialized. Unlike ordinary Blood Demons, its face already had distinct features, clearly making it the most powerful one.

  Lin Ming saw the last Blood Demon, a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his feet fiercely stomped the ground. His body burst out like lightning, and the distance of over ten zhang completely lost its meaning.

  The whole body bursts with energy, the dragon rises from the sea!

  Pong!

  Lin Ming's spear pierced into the Blood Demon's body, and 5,000 strands of Vibrational True Essence exploded, directly shattering it into a bloody mist.

  Another surge of energy and blood entered Lin Ming's body. Just this Blood Demon alone was almost equivalent to a 500-year-old Blood Lingzhi.

  In front and behind, Lin Ming killed a total of ninety-nine ordinary Blood Demons and one Blood Demon Lord, equivalent to swallowing ten or so 500-year-old Blood Spirit Mushrooms at once.

  The immense power of Qi and blood was surging violently inside Lin Ming's body, but for the time being, he couldn't absorb it.

  If it can be said that Lin Ming's vital energy was once as vigorous as a burning furnace, then now his vital energy is like rolling wolf smoke, shooting straight up into the sky!

  "Ah, refreshing!" Lin Ming let out a long breath, feeling somewhat unsatisfied, although he had just gone through a fierce battle, but his current state was actually better than before!

  "There is still a lot of Qi and blood being suppressed inside the body, not fully absorbed. However, even so, my Qi and blood have increased greatly, and I won't feel any fatigue even after fighting for a whole day!"

  Lin Ming suddenly remembered something, and with a heavy, mysterious silver gun in his hand, he drew a blood mark on his palm. Then, an unbelievable scene occurred - this blood mark actually recovered at a visible speed to the naked eye, and within a few breaths of time, it had already completely healed.

  Lin Ming was also stunned at this moment. Although he knew that the power of Qi and blood would greatly enhance the body's self-healing ability, he didn't expect it to be so much stronger.

  Such a perverted recovery ability. On the battlefield, I'm not afraid of getting injured anymore. If I can get my hands on some kind of legendary supplement that replenishes blood and energy in the future, who knows, maybe I'll even be able to achieve the mythical level of regrowing severed limbs or even resurrecting from a drop of blood.

  "The Hell Realm ends. Second realm, the Hungry Ghost Realm!"

  That apathetic voice once again echoed in Lin Ming's ears, the surrounding scene rapidly changing from a bloody region to a dark and desolate world. Lifting his head to look up, the sky was a dull yellow like murky water, countless crows taking flight. The boundless black feathers obscured what little sunlight there was.

  On the ground, there is a mighty river with surging waves of yellow water. A sense of desolation and death assails one's face. On the riverbank stands a black stone monument, inscribed with two ancient, rugged seal script characters: Yellow Spring!

  "Hungry Ghost Realm! So that's how it is. Nai mentioned before that the Witch God Tower has seven levels: Hell Realm, Hungry Ghost Realm, Animal Realm, Witch Slave Realm, Mortal Realm, Divine Envoy Realm, and Witch God Realm. I thought these were just names given by the people of Nanjiang due to their religious beliefs and superstitions, but it turns out they're real! However, these seven realms don't exist within the Witch God Tower, but rather in the Trial of Life and Death! Ordinary witches wouldn't have a chance to see this."

  Just then, a huge wave and whirlpool emerged from the Yellow Spring, and one by one, hungry ghosts rushed out of the yellow river water, rushing towards Lin Ming with a shrill cry!

  Outside the Witch God's Tower, Nai and Nasha waited silently.

  Nasha said: "Sister, aren't you going into the Witch God's Tower with that brother to take the Witch God's trial?"

  Nai said: "The power of the witch god in the Witch God Tower is limited, and two people entering the tower together will not have a good effect. Moreover, my current strength can only pass the fourth floor..."

  Nai is only just fifteen years old, and it's still a bit too early for her to be taking the Wugod Tower trials.

  Nai has her own ambition, she wants to pass through the fifth floor of the Witch God Tower, enter the sixth floor, gain the recognition of the Witch God, and rebuild the Nai clan!

  Since the establishment of the Zina tribe, it's already quite impressive for a witch to be able to enter the fourth floor through the third floor of the Witch God Tower.

  Those who have reached the fourth level and stepped into the fifth are truly exceptional geniuses.

  Through the fifth level, entering the sixth level is a legend.

  The Nuo clan has existed for over a thousand years, and truly entered the sixth layer, there is only one person!

  And this person was the first Shaman Envoy of the Na Clan, leading the tribe to conquer and expand its territory, laying down the foundation for the Na Clan.

  "Sister, which floor is Mr. Moku's brother on now?" Nami asked.

  "He……" Nai furrowed her brow, looking at the Witch God Tower with some confusion. Previously, Lin Ming had passed through the first three layers at an unimaginably fast speed. Of course, she was astonished, but not surprised, after all, Lin Ming had the strength of a Bone Forging Extreme expert, and passing through the first three layers was like cutting through bamboo.

  But strangely, after Lin Ming passed the first three layers of the outer tower, he seemed to have vanished. She stared at the fourth layer's Witch God Tower formation, but found that the formation had never been activated, proving that Lin Ming had never entered the fourth layer.

  "What's going on here? With Mokuren's abilities, it's impossible for him to not pass the first four floors. He should have passed the fifth floor and entered the sixth floor, at least being equivalent to the First Generation God of Magic."

  "Could something unexpected have happened to Mu Lin in the Witch God's Tower?" At this thought, Nai's heart tightened.

  "But... the Witch God's Tower is just an illusion, it shouldn't lead to any accidents, unless... " Nai's heart skipped a beat as she suddenly remembered an ancient legend from the witch tribe's scriptures...

  Legend has it that a long, long time ago, the Shaman God created the Divine Kingdom in the Shaman Realm. The Shaman Tower is the entrance to the Divine Kingdom. If one is chosen by the gods, they can open the gates of the Divine Kingdom and return as the King of the Southern Territory!

  The King of South Xinjiang... Nai took a deep breath, her heart surging with emotions...

  "Emaciated like a withered branch, sunken eye sockets, and crimson eyeballs - this is the hungry ghost of the Hungry Ghost Realm."

  Lin Ming looked at the ferocious ghosts rushing in front of him, their bodies reduced to mere skeletons, with short lower limbs and large heads, their mouths wide open all the way to the back of their skulls, revealing rows of sharp teeth, their long red tongues hanging out, dripping with saliva.

  "Whether it's a hungry ghost or a blood demon, kill them all!"

  Lin Ming took aim at the starving ghost charging in front and swung his gun out!

  "Whoosh!"

  At this moment, an incredible scene occurred. Lin Ming's gun swept through the hungry ghost's body without any obstruction, but the hungry ghost itself was unscathed and continued to charge towards Lin Ming.

  A claw swiped down, Lin Ming's eyes condensed, and he unfolded the Golden Peng Breaking Void Body Technique, instantly disappearing from his original location, narrowly avoiding this attack.

  "Immune to physical attacks?"

  Lin Ming suddenly understood in his heart that the hungry ghost was a ghost itself and didn't have a physical body.

  "It turns out that we need to use martial skills to deal with them, blasting and dispersing their souls. If a warrior's martial skills are not strong enough, they will have some trouble passing this level."

  Lin Ming had always been a martial artist with weak combat skills, but the other day, he accidentally created the Thunderfire Strike.

  Lei Hu Sha was used once, directly drawing away 40% of Lin Ming's true yuan, and naturally couldn't be used casually.

  But don't worry, he still has his true yuan transformation and can use the power of thunder flames.

  Lin Ming's long spear quivered, and a series of purple electric snakes emerged from the soft silver gun, surrounding the gun handle and crackling.

  Lightning is originally a force that wards off evil, ghosts are afraid of sunlight, but they fear thunder even more. If it's a stormy day and a ghost rushes out, it will be scattered by the thunder and never reincarnated for ten thousand kalpas.

  However, legend has it that there are ghosts with extremely strong cultivation, already strong enough to withstand the heavenly thunder, using the power of thunder to temper the impurities in their souls. This is what is called "crossing the thunder tribulation". Ghosts who have crossed the thunder tribulation will give birth to pure yang energy within their bodies, and may eventually cultivate into a pure yang body, no different from that of a living person.

  Of course, the hungry ghosts in front of Lin Ming were far from reaching this state.

  "Hiss!"

  Electric snake spits out, a hungry ghost is struck by lightning and his soul scatters!

  A pure soul energy poured into Lin Ming's body, and the next moment, he felt that his soul force had increased significantly.

  "Hmm? Powerful soul?"

  Lin Ming was slightly taken aback, but then his heart was filled with great joy and expectation. Before reaching the Xiantian stage, it was very difficult to cultivate one's soul force. In the past, Lin Ming had relied on circulating the "Taiyi Soul Scripture" within his body to temper his soul force, but his progress had been slow.

  Although Lin Ming's soul force was much stronger than that of his peers, the drawing of the Soul Symbol still took a toll on him, so after completing it twice, he fell into a deep sleep for a long time.

  "Unexpectedly, this Hungry Ghost Realm can actually enhance one's spiritual power, it's really too rare."

  For a cultivator, soul force is too important. After the innate, start cultivating the soul. If you can lay a solid foundation for the innate as early as possible, then the future cultivation will be smooth sailing.

  Thinking of this, Lin Ming's fighting spirit surged, and the Thunder Soul in his body seemed to be infected by this excitement, rapidly rotating around the Evil God Seed.

  A thick electric snake emerged from Lin Ming's body, and the crackling electricity made people look at it with a shocking gaze.

  "Kill!"

  The heavy mysterious soft silver spear seemed to transform into a giant purple dragon, dancing and flying about. Countless electric arcs shot out in all directions, weaving together a massive electrical net. In this storm of lightning, the hungry ghosts were like snowflakes scorched by flames, rapidly dissolving and vanishing into nothingness.

  The mournful and miserable ghostly wails were endless, pure soul energy continuously poured into Lin Ming's body, nourishing the soul in his spiritual sea. Lin Ming felt that his consciousness had never been so clear before, and some changes around him could not escape his perception.

  Just then, a mournful ghost cry sounded in Lin Ming's ear, and Lin Ming didn't even need to lift his head to look, his soul force had already locked onto the other party's position one step ahead.

  This purple resentful spirit, its appearance was that of a beautiful woman, only with a head, no body. From afar, this enormous head, over ten zhang in size, seemed to be embedded in the dull yellow sky, with tens of zhang of endless white hair dancing in the wind.