Chapter 195 Wind Canyon

As soon as Yang Fan came out of Yinfeng Town, he sacrificed the purple golden green leaves and came to the outside of the Yinfeng Canyon.

Only ten miles away from the canyon, you can clearly feel the wind blowing. The strong yin atmosphere is foggy, which is faintly better than the ghost sea of the ghost religion. Yang Fan was not surprised but happy. In this way, it seems that the fierce soul in the canyon will not lose to the fierce ghost war soul of the ghost religion. Even if it is not the soul of war, as long as you enter the blood pool in the yellow spring flag, no matter how many heavy armored souls are condensed.

When I came to the entrance of the ghost gate mentioned in the second mouth, I saw two huge stones towering on both sides, and there was only a road more than three feet wide for people to pass through.

"Huh...ah...Ji Jie..."

In the canyon, the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling is endless, and Yang Fan is very familiar with the sad crying and roar. Just a cold smile, he summoned the demon spirit, took out the magic bowl and stood on his palm, and walked straight into the ghost gate with a calm face.

As soon as he and the demon stepped into the boulder, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and countless ghosts came from all directions and poured into the two of them with their teeth and claws.

"Diaobug's little skill." Yang Fan said disdainfully.

The two ignored these ghosts at all, and those ghosts also went straight through their bodies, and even the fluctuations on the Zhenyuan shield did not swing at all.

The two boulders are just an illusion, and these ghosts are also illusions, which are as powerful as rumored. However, Yang Fan couldn't help but have a question in his heart. If these are artificial illusions, will they come to the Yinfeng Canyon in vain?

With many doubts, Yang Fan and the demon accelerated their pace and ignored them. The ghost kings who are 100 times more powerful than these ghosts are cultivated, how can they be afraid of small fish and shrimps?

The magic array is not too big, but after a cup of tea, he walked out of the array and came to the real canyon.

Looking around, there is a gloomy and horrible atmosphere everywhere, and the wandering ghosts and wild ghosts gathered together in twos and out of sight. Some of the ghost cultivation that produced divine consciousness is also mixed in it. Ghost cultivation is just a low-level gas refining, and the main soul consciousness is not strong, but kills by instinct.

"Uh..." I found that there was a breath of strangers. Those wandering souls were disturbed, whistling and hunting, as if they wanted to devour them into their stomachs.

Yang Fan nodded slightly. In this way, there should be a lot of wandering souls here. Although the quality is inferior, it is better than nothing. If you can't find the best and fierce souls, you can only make up the number first, and then use the Styx River and the blood pool to slowly warm up their grade.

The demon's hand turned over, sacrificed the newly refined Huangquan flag, pinched out the magic formula with ten fingers, and shouted violently, "Edict!"

The yellow spring flag rose in response and turned into a giant flag more than ten feet long, suspended in the air. Out of breath, a huge ghost gushed out of the flag, sweeping up the wandering ghosts on the ground and put them into the flag.

"Ah...hu..." Some of the ghosts who had developed consciousness shouted repeatedly and entered the flag with strong unwilling hatred. When the ordinary wild ghosts in the distance saw such a scene, they still rushed forward one after another and were swallowed up in an instant.

As a magic weapon, Huangquan flag is naturally hundreds of times better than thousands of ghost flags. When collecting ghosts, it is no longer necessary to scatter those ghosts to be included in the flag. In this way, the time to collect ghosts was greatly shortened, and after a while, all the wandering souls in front of him disappeared. The Styx on the surface of the yellow spring flag can't help flowing, and there are many ups and downs on it.

When Yang Fan saw the wandering soul outside, he strode forward with the demon and went deep into the canyon to collect the ghost.

There are many fork roads in the wind canyon, and there are cliffs everywhere. There are few green plants on both sides of the mountain wall. Even if there are, they are yin-loving plants.

Yang Fan ignored those fork, but with the ** of yin qi, where the ghost spirit is strong, he will move in which direction. Suddenly, the divine consciousness sensed the fluctuation of mana in the depths of the valley road, which seemed to be a little strange, so he flashed to the corner to have a look.

This is a mountain pass, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one entrance.

In the open space, there are dense swarms of wandering ghosts here. At first glance, there are thousands of people. Yang Fan's eyes lit up and finally found a place with dense ghosts, otherwise it would take a lot of time to store scatteredly.

However, Yang Fan soon found something wrong. The ghosts on those ghosts were very thin, and the ghosts were also looming and would dissipate almost at any time. He frowned and stared at the far end. A ghost in the early days of Jindan corrected the ghost gas that could not help slowly absorbing the ghosts, and countless ghosts were incorporated into his body from all directions and slowly refined.

Yang Fan sneered and said, "Good guy, there is indeed a ghost cultivation."

I glanced and found that this ghost was still smart and knew the allusion of killing chickens to get eggs, and did not suck the ghosts on the ghosts. Some ghosts were too thin, so they immediately disconnected from the ghosts and directly changed to another batch. In this way, the ghost can be nourished and restored, and the cultivation can be improved quickly for a long time, counting in one fell swoop.

The demon spirit directly sacrificed the Huangquan flag, and the ghosts surged out, putting those dark ghosts into the flag. Yang Fan jumped forward and quickly approached the other party.

I saw the ghost Xiu, who was absorbing ghost gas, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Who broke into the forbidden place of this seat!"

"Forbidden place? Humph, I'd like to see what's the difference between you, a forbidden place for ghost cultivation.

Guixiu snorted coldly, "A small foundation-building monk dares to intimidate this seat. I really don't know what to do!" He sacrificed the skull of the underworld weapon in his hand and poured into it angrily.

The dark skull rose in the wind and became extremely huge. The teeth couldn't stop making a "grid" sound, and a lot of evil breath gushed out of the mouth.

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly and his whole body suddenly shook. In an all-hole, his body was covered with black flames in the upper and lower circles. His whole body seemed to be burning in the fire. From a distance, he could only see a huge fireball standing on the ground.

Those ghosts have not yet come close to the body, and they are turned into blue smoke by the chaotic flames and dissipated invisible.

Ghost Xiu was surprised to see this scene and asked, "What kind of flame are you?"

"If you want to know, just try it yourself."

"Oh..." A low dragon roar echoed in the hill. Because it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, the sound of dragon singing resounds through the ears, adding a lot of power out of thin air.

I saw a black flame dragon standing in the air, with two dragon claws in front of it closed one by one. The nose at the dragon's head couldn't help spitting out black flames, exhaling like a living dragon.

Yang Fan, who has extremely powerful fire control skills, and the condensed black dragon is also very realistic. He pinched the formula in his hand and shouted in a low voice, "Eat!"

"Oh!" The dragon responded and rushed to the ghost Xiu fiercely.

Guixiu saw the horrible dragon attacking him. He had never seen such a terrible flaming dragon. He looked frightened and had to shout, "Explosion!"