On the way back, although everyone was tired, they were more excited because they had survived the disaster and gained a lot.

Sealed ghosts can be redeemed for merit at the Ghost Suppressing Cave. Needless to say, this goes without saying.

Those ghosts that are entrenched everywhere have more or less ghost soldiers and ghost treasures. As trophies, they can be reforged later and turned into magic weapons, which is another huge profit.

There are even some disciples who have obtained relatively rare spiritual materials.

"Senior Brother Mai, it is rare for this lump of gnarled wood to have such a high-quality appearance."

Several disciples from the Sanqing Hall were sitting in a group, exchanging their spoils.

Suddenly, the word "Yanzhumu" made Wang Fu prick up his ears.

It seems that he also harvested the Gnome Tree from a fierce ghost.

Feeling something in his heart, Wang Fu paid more attention.

I saw Mai Renxiong dragging a two-finger-wide piece of wood with his magic power, like a bare radish, and the surrounding disciples looked at it with envy.

"This gloomy wood can create a vulva-killing cone. When you see a fierce ghost again, you won't be afraid of him dividing the ghost nature, and you can nail the main body in one go."

A certain disciple had more knowledge and mentioned it.

Wang Fu was moved after hearing this. It’s great that it can be used in this way!

The shaping spell has only three breathing effects against evil ghosts, and it is very weak in self-protection. Only a strong main attack can be effective.

If there is a "yin-killing cone", as that disciple said wonderfully, he would have to spend all his money to build one. Anyway, he has the materials.

His tumor tree is three to five times larger than Mai Renxiong's, and the quantity it can create is far more than just one bite.

"Wang Fu, how many ghosts have you caught?"

Bian Yunlong, who was on the opposite side, asked. He had three ghost-sealing talismans on him, two of which were obtained from fellow disciples who died in battle. In exchange, he agreed to take the other's remains back to the Taoist temple for placement.

Three ghost-sealing talismans can trap fifty evil ghosts and one fierce ghost.

In addition, he also obtained two ghost soldiers, planning to take one and refine the remaining magic weapons for his own use.

Coupled with the merits of participating in the battle, the trip came back with a full harvest.

Bian Yunlong patted his chest with satisfaction, suddenly thinking that many familiar faces had disappeared, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Not much.

Wang Fu even had an old and vicious ghost sealed inside him, which was related to Mu Yuanqing's death. He didn't dare to reveal it, so he had to hide it in the light space.

There is also a daughter of the mountain god, the Twenty-eighth Lady, whose status is equal to that of the Hundred and Seventh Lang.

Compared to these two, the other two hundred or so evil ghosts and ten evil ghosts are not worth mentioning.

Wang Fu felt that the biggest gain from this trip was the ghost treasure bronze mirror.

Generally speaking, the magic weapons used in the magic system of Sanqing Palace are often seals, mirrors, beads and the like.

If this bronze mirror fell into the hands of a Sanqing disciple, he would definitely be ecstatic.

When Mu Yuanqing broke up with him and even wanted to kill Wang Fu, this shows how precious this bronze mirror is.

Wang Fu played with the bronze mirror, not daring to touch it for too long for fear of being contaminated by ghost treasures.

At that time in the black waters, I used the bronze mirror rashly, and the female ghost almost took the opportunity to counterattack. This lesson was a painful one.

"Don't be impatient. You have just joined the mission and have little experience. You will get used to it if you participate more in the future."

Bian Yunlong glanced at Wang Fu. There were three or two bamboo tubes with ghost sealing charms attached to them. They must be filled with evil spirits.

In the Ghost Suppression Cave, ghost items are divided into levels. The higher the level, the more merits you have achieved.

No matter how many evil ghosts there are, in terms of work, they are still not as good as one evil ghost.

Bian Yunlong thought to himself that they were separated on the way. Otherwise, Wang Fu should have known if he had reminded him, it would be better to risk catching one evil ghost than to catch all evil ghosts.

Once the excitement after the war passed, everyone became sleepy and returned to their rooms to rest.

Wang Fu was no exception and fell asleep.

While wandering around the lake, I heard a resentful female voice, "Wang Fu, Wang Fu, don't sleep, don't sleep."

The scream seemed to be in a dream, but also in reality.

winter!

The noise continued until midnight. Wang Fu couldn't sleep, so he pounded the bed sideways, "What's the fuss about?"

He touched his body a few times and took out the blue and white porcelain vase. What a little girl, he didn't even look at what the occasion was.

Flying boat on the clouds, Master Lu’s magic weapon, is acting rashly to seek death?

That's right, the one who called him while he was sleeping was none other than the ghost girl Lady 28.

"You think too highly of the man named Lu. He is not an all-knowing divine master. He can't hear you and I communicating with our minds."

What exchange of ideas?

After Lady 28’s explanation, Wang Fu learned that the other person was hidden in a porcelain vase. When he was collecting it close to his body, Tonggui’s weak thoughts communicated with Wang Fu.

Thoughts are the power of sexual cultivation, originating from the soul and essence.

Unless Professor Lu scans the entire Yunshang Feizhou with his Dharma eyes at all times, it would be impossible to discover it.

Wang Fu was relieved, but he was woken up in the middle of his sleep, which made him a little angry.

"What's your ghost name?"

Lady Twenty-eight's voice was as thin as a silk thread, "Don't you think something is strange? Bai Qilang came to Caijin Town for a visit, but did nothing. He just watched Po Li Ghost Mother being killed, clapped his hands and left."

It's a little strange.

Wang Fu shook his head. Those were all strategic decisions considered by the top management. He was just an entry-level disciple, and his short-term goal was to become a full-time employee, so he couldn't think that far ahead.

"There's a ghost in here."

Wang Fu rolled his eyes after listening to the ghost girl's analysis. He knew there was a ghost, but it would be strange if there were no ghosts.

"listen to me."

Mrs. Ganba explained, "As time goes by, most of the remnants of the Ghost Tribe have already withered away. Any strength is extremely precious and cannot be wasted casually and left to you to kill."

"Everywhere in Jincai Town is full of weirdness, especially Bai Qilang's presence. If he deliberately planned it, none of you little fishes and shrimps will be able to leave alive. Even the person named Lu will have half a life left.

At this point, the ghost girl asked Wang Fu, "Don't you think that Jincai Town is like a bait?"

Bait?

Wang Fu groaned in his heart, the bait was swallowed by them, but where was the hook?

Could it be you?

Wang Fu looked down at the twenty-eighth lady, and laughed dumbly, smiling, but suddenly his expression was not right.

"Wang Fu, don't think that ghosts are simple. Bai Qilang is at best a small leader among the remnants of the ghost tribe. The real power lies behind the scenes."

The ghost girl paused and said a name.

"Ninth Prince."

"This ghost's plan is far-reaching and unparalleled. He was able to escape from the joint stranglehold of Yunyang Temple and my father God and raise the banner of the ghost tribe's remnants. He is a man of great talent and strategy."

She expressed her clear suspicion, "I always feel that there is a shadow of the Ninth Prince manipulating behind Jincai Town."

Ninth Prince.

Wang Fu wrote down this name. This ghost's cultivation level is unknown. He is the ninth son of the old ghost leader and one of the masterminds behind the scenes who manipulates Fengyun in secret.

Over the past year, both Yunyang Temple and Gushan have been trying to kill the Ninth Prince and completely wipe out the remaining members of the Ghost Tribe. However, the other party is extremely cunning and cannot catch him at all.

Wang Fu heard the ghost girl's explanation, but his eyes fell on the porcelain bottle.

He felt more and more that the ghost girl fell into his hands not by accident, but by an invisible big hand.

An ordinary person might not be able to notice it, but Wang Fu practices Yi Dao and has the "Jinguo Sutra" in hand, so he can barely see a clue from the fog.

"You don't mind if I give you a hexagram?"

Wang Fu suddenly spoke and asked the ghost girl what she meant.

The ghost girl was startled and subconsciously thought that Wang Fu had evil intentions.

Then I thought about it, she was pregnant with the Eight Diagrams of Ghosts and Gods, and she was also a rare magic genius among ghost cultivators.

She had always been the only one who counted others, but how could there ever be a day when this young boy actually wanted to tell her fortunes?

Lady Twenty-eight found it very funny and asked Wang Fu, "Do you know how long I have lived?"

Wang Fu shook his head, "I'm not interested, and I don't want to know."

If you think about it, you will know that this ghost girl looks like a girl, but she is actually old enough to exchange handkerchiefs with his grandmother and marry Jinlan.

"Your age may not be a fraction of my age."

The female ghost said proudly.

However, one sentence struck a chord.
To be continued...