As a place where you can only walk in the ghost path and rely on raising corpse puppets and poisonous insects to improve your cultivation, Yin Qi makes the monks here care more than spiritual Qi.

Yin Qi makes the corpse puppet evolve continuously and also makes the poisonous insects stronger. This is the foundation of the monks in the underworld.

Corpse Soul City is a place where monks who raise corpse puppets are now regarded as treasure land.

Just because the yin energy here is rich and blood and evil energy is filled with it, it is the best place for them to practice.

If you are in such a city, you will leave a ball of thunder...

"Then let alone the city lord's mansion, I'm afraid the entire Soul City will be destroyed." The old man murmured unconsciously when he thought of this.

He quickly came to his senses, and looked at Sang Ying with unconcealed surprise and doubt: "You have such a good thing? Then why are you locked up by Lord Duan?"

Not only did Mr. Xuan find this strange, but others are also extremely confused.

"I naturally don't have something like Tianlei." As soon as Sang Ying spoke, the demon clan opposite immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"But." She paused, "I have the sword energy used by the monk Thunder Spirit Root in my hand."

Things like sword balloons are probably the things that those poor sword cultivators like to send out the most.

Of course, although Sang Ying has a lot of wealth, she also likes to give this.

After all, for the sword cultivator, the sword-pinning balloon can not only be given as a gift, but also improves the sword cultivator's control over the sword technique.

Because Sang Ying has a mutated ice spirit root, the sword energy is more special than that of ordinary monks. So someone always came to her to change the sword balloon. Over the past year, Sang Ying herself has accumulated a lot.

Among them, she has exchanged the most with Lei Ling Root Sword Cultivation, and now it is really useful.

"I don't have the kind of gods like Tianlei, but only some sword balloons of sword cultivators from the thunder spirit root. Although this thing is not as powerful as Tianlei, it is very easy to make some noise in this corpse soul city, which makes the guards have no time to take care of it." Sang Ying said.

Her words make sense. Old Xuan is very knowledgeable and has seen the style of the Lei Ling Root Sword Cultivator. He also knows that when they are like them, they will also absorb the thunder thunder to temper themselves when they advance.

Even if you only absorb a little bit, it is still related to the thunder, which is naturally different from the ordinary thunder spirit.

Thinking of this, this female cultivator's method is indeed operational.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let me see this sword balloon so that I can know that your words are true."

Sang Ying really wanted to cooperate with them, and would not be stingy in such matters. She immediately took out a sword balloon and put it in front of everyone.

There was a sensation in the deep purple sword balloon, as if lightning was trapped in the sword balloon.

The demon races came up curiously, and a crisp sound inside exploded in their ears. Several more timid demon races burst out their furry ears on the spot.

Even Liu Sanniang was full of novelty and seemed to want to reach out to touch this thing.

Seeing that they had almost seen it, Sang Ying reached out and took the thing back into the storage bag. The sword balloon suddenly disappeared, and a hint of loss appeared on the faces of the demons.

They like this shiny thing quite like.

"How, is this treasure enough to motivate Lao Xuan?" Sang Ying asked again.

Old Xuan touched his beard and glanced across the faces of the demon races in the house. They must have been to face Duan Yuan. Now that the traceability mirror was brought out, several alien races had been found in the urban area where the first inspection was conducted.

It was fine if the alien races were just found out, but there was a guard team there, and no trouble was created. But not long after the escort team left, the alien races died quietly in the Soul City.

They knew that if they did not resist, then their outcome would be the same.

After thinking through this, they naturally welcomed Sang Ying, a collaborator who came to the scene, who came to the scene. The reason why she asked so much before and was delaying and refused to respond was nothing more than worrying that she had other purposes.

Now they all know about it, and the other party even took out a good thing like a sword balloon. The demons were not stupid, so of course they immediately agreed to this cooperation.

"Now we are also people on the same boat, so I won't hide it from you. In addition to us demon cultivators, we have contacted other alien races this time. I wonder how many sword balloons you have in total, how will we divide them then?" Old Xuan asked tentatively.

When Sang Ying heard this, she lowered her head and thought about it. There were many sword balloons in her storage bag, and there were four or five hundred swords and balloons made by Lei Linggen Sword alone.

But these demons obviously did not trust her, and she could not reveal her trump card at will, so she said, "There are not many, there are only more than two hundred."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the demon cultivators in the room with shock.

Ah, are you talking too much?

Sang Ying sighed helplessly in her heart.

More than 200 sword balloons are a good thing for the demon cultivators to have a filling in the sky. They thought there were only a few dozen, but they didn't expect there were so many.

From this point of view, the female cultivator in front of him was probably a figure before being caught by the city lord.

With this thought, everyone's attitude towards Sang Ying was more respectful than before.

"I only leave thirty of these sword balloons, and I will give you the rest. As for how you want to share with those foreign races, I will just ask. But I have a request, that is, Duan Yuan must die!" Her tone was cruel, and she looked like a prisoner who was locked in a dark prison by Duan Yuan and suffered a lot.

Although the demon cultivators have no deep hatred with Lord Duan, different races are destined to not have much favorable feelings for that person.

Since this time they are destined to make enemies with Duan Yuan and make enemies with him and the other party, and keep such a powerful enemy, isn’t it just for nothing to cause trouble for themselves?

So this so-called requirement is nothing to them: "Of course, even if you don't tell me about it, we will clear ourselves of trouble."

Old Xuan's voice was heavy, with some unexplained coldness.

"That's good." Sang Ying nodded, "I'll ask you all for this matter. I hope you don't let me down."

Some sword balloons were left behind, but Sang Ying did not leave any more. She also agreed with the group of people that she would give them the remaining sword balloons to the day when the official move was officially taken.

The door closed again, and the discussion in the room rang again.

That night, the light in the cottage did not go out, and the voices inside did not stop.

It was probably because of the deaths of those alien races that were sad about the deaths of rabbits and foxes. Almost the next night, the Soul City of Corpse fell into complete chaos.

The sword balloons pinched by the Lei Ling Root Sword Cultivator exploded in every corner of the Soul City with the sound of heavenly thunder, as if igniting the yin energy in the city.

Countless cultivators' corpse puppets were severely damaged. Even the city lord's mansion guards who rushed over were stained with these sword energy and screamed like they were stained with fire.

Seeing this, the figures hiding in the dark finally took action.


Chapter completed!