Fox Demon: This is the Guardian Blade

Chen Xun was not a shameless person. He knew to stop while he was ahead. After all, if he accidentally inhaled too much, it would still have an impact on the ghosts in the underworld waiting for reincarnation.

When Chen Xun stopped to put away the wine gourd, Yu Huasheng also stopped absorbing the Yellow Spring Water.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Chen Xun could vaguely see the red threads on the surface of the coffin, like blood vessels, gradually turning a light gold, and the aura emanating from the coffin became increasingly gloomy.

Yu Huasheng calmly took back the mahogany coffin. He could feel that the aura of the mahogany coffin became stronger after absorbing the Yellow Spring Water.

I guess Xiao Zizai would suffer a lot if he fought him now, right?

Yu Huasheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he thought of Xiao Zizai relying on his self-control to borrow things from him whenever he had the chance.

If we meet next time... it would be necessary to teach him a lesson, Yu Huasheng thought.

The noise caused by Chen Xun and Yu Huasheng plucking the Yellow Spring water attracted the attention of some people downstream.

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Downstream of Huangquan.

"Yes, that's how it is. Slowly use your magical touch to scoop up the soul from the underworld, then use another magical touch to suppress it, and then sense the spiritual power within to identify the type of soul."

"Don't panic. These are the three souls and seven spirits of the human race. You haven't messed them up. Put them together again and make sure you don't make a mistake. If even one spirit is missing, the soul will be incomplete and unable to enter reincarnation."

There are several members of the Huangquan tribe who look like earthworms and wear ghost messenger uniforms. They are leading the younger generations to teach them by example, and imparting to them the skills and essentials of the Huangquan tribe's soul-collecting skills.

One of the apprentice ghost messengers in white robes carefully followed the teacher's instructions and carefully gathered the souls that he had accidentally scattered. The red and purple balls quickly gathered together and turned back into their original bright white balls of light.

"These souls must not be lost, but they can be arranged and reorganized with other souls to form new souls. In this process, we need to comprehend the spiritual power within them to enhance the strength of our clan.

By the way, if the surface of the light ball is covered with pink love power and it cannot be broken no matter what, then don't worry about it. If you can't separate it, just let it go. It will find the right time and reincarnate in the same state. "

The black-clothed ghost from the Yellow Springs clan watched as a student tried his best to open the soul light ball in front of him but was unable to do so. Seeing this, he couldn't help but extend his magic touch and hit the student on the forehead.

Snapped!

The student covered his head in pain and grievance, and let go of the soul like a chick pecking at rice, allowing the soul to fly into the air to find a place to be reincarnated.

He was accompanied by two younger brothers. Unlike the white-robed students, their robes were grey and they looked only one level lower than him, the black-robed ghost.

Moreover, the ghost hats they wore were different, with the word "internship" engraved on them. Those students were "apprentices", and the one in the black robe was "Huangquan".

"Huh? Teacher, will the water level of the Yellow Springs River become less?" At this time, an apprentice who had been observing the Yellow Springs River from beginning to end could not help but ask the black-robed teacher when he saw that the river level seemed to have dropped a lot.

"What?" The black-robed ghost was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had misheard. "Don't you know these basic common sense? You've learned them for so long, and yet you've forgotten them? What are you talking about here?"

The black-robed ghost messenger was so angry that he laughed. He shook his head speechlessly, "Don't you know that Huangquan is the secret treasure of the underworld? It is endless and endless, and there is no end in sight. As long as there are souls in the world, Huangquan will never dry up... let alone decrease... Unless the monarch comes, no one can mobilize Huangquan."

Just as the black-robed ghost messenger sneered indifferently and turned away to ignore the little fellow, a figure of a young man in white quietly appeared in the dark clouds above the black-robed ghost messenger, "He's right, the Yellow Springs have indeed become less."

The young man landed on the dark rock pillar below, looking at the ghost officials below with a dim gaze.

A closer look revealed that the young man was handsome, with black hair coiled in a pagoda shape on his head, but the tuft of hair near the center of his forehead was white.

He looks completely different from other ghost messengers and looks like a human being.

There is a teardrop mole on each corner of her eyes, and a layer of gray eyeshadow can be faintly seen under her eyes, making her look melancholy.

The most eye-catching thing is the golden fluid wrapped around the boy's neck, like a scarf... Judging from the aura emanating from it, this scarf seems to be made of Huangquan.

Shock!

He actually made the Yellow Spring Water into an ornament and casually hung it around his neck, and his aura was undetectable. Who is this young man?

The ghost apprentice below was obviously seeing the young man for the first time and was full of doubts, but the black-robed and gray-robed ghost officers below were different. There was a look of astonishment on their faces.

Looking at the young man standing gracefully on the rock pillar, he bowed his head in fear and saluted, "Greetings, Young Master Fengquan!"

Little Lord?

When the ghost apprentices heard the teacher and the other two addressing the young man above them, they were dumbfounded. This person turned out to be the young master?

You must know how noble the young master's identity is in the underworld. As the son of the monarch, he can just speak casually, and even the god of death in the underworld must obey his orders.

The apprentices also reacted quickly and followed their teacher, saluting the young man in white above.

"No thanks. My father told me that two 'distinguished guests' had arrived from the underworld and asked me to come and check it out. I did notice a decrease in the amount of water in the Yellow Springs River, so I came to the place where the noise occurred to take a look."

"Your observation ability is much more careful than that of this black robed officer..."

Fengquan looked at the black-robed ghost messenger below who was sweating profusely and keeping his head down without saying a word, and spoke in a flat tone.

It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. He was praising the little ghost officer for his good eyesight, or blaming the black-robed ghost officer.

As a black-robed ghost messenger Huang Quansi.

Fengquan was a little disappointed that he had stayed at Huangquan for a much longer time than those apprentices, but he didn't even notice any obvious changes in Huangquan.

The black-robed ghost was so frightened that he dared not speak until Fengquan sighed, "Forget it, the problem lies upstream. Black-robed Huangquansi, just follow me and take a look."

This black-robed Huang Quansi at least possesses the combat power of a great demon king. If he follows me, he might be able to play a role in any emergency.

"I obey your command!" The black-robed ghost wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead with a magic touch and nodded in response. Seeing that the young master did not blame him, the stone in his heart finally fell.

Seeing the young master leave, the black-robed ghost stood up, turned around and told his men to take good care of the apprentices, then flew into the air without looking back, chasing in the direction of the young master.

The black-robed ghost, wrapped in black clouds, quickly caught up with Fengquan. After knowing that the young master had intentionally slowed down to wait for him, he inexplicably felt relieved and followed the young master obediently.

"Young master, there is a problem upstream. Do you want me to call for more help?" The black-robed ghost blinked and asked cautiously.

This is a good opportunity to show off in front of the young master. If the young master can remember him, then wouldn't he be successful in the future?

If Fengquan could hear the inner thoughts of the black-robed ghost, he would probably be very upset. You all look the same, how can I recognize you? You don’t even have any awareness when you transform. How can he remember you?

Fengquan didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

The black-robed ghost was delighted when he saw this, and he quickly raised his magic touch to communicate with his colleagues nearby.

After a while, a large group of black-robed ghost officials rushed over from all directions. The inscriptions on their official hats were different, and their strength was above that of the Great Demon King. It can be seen that the foundation of the underworld is much stronger than that of the upper realm.

But this is normal. Humans and demons in the upper realm often have friction and fight with each other, while the underworld is comfortably absorbing the excess mental power of souls in the lower realm for cultivation. Isn’t this great?

Moreover, their life expectancy is frighteningly high, and they are not disturbed by any foreign tribes. It is almost as if the word "retirement" is written on their heads.

"Greetings, young master!" The black-robed ghost messenger who arrived saluted Fengquan. Fengquan waved his hand impatiently, and the latter smiled awkwardly and retreated to the side of the crowd.

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Chen Xun's side.

Seeing that no one had come around for a long time, Chen Xun couldn't help but frowning, wondering whether he should absorb some more Yellow Spring Water. Why did it feel like the people in the underworld had no reaction?

Huangquan is basically the most important thing in the underworld. Isn't it possible that no one in the Huangquan clan noticed that this thing suddenly disappeared in large quantities?

Just as Chen Xun was about to complain and prepare to go to the Yellow Springs River to get some more wool, his foot suddenly stopped.

Yu Huasheng and Zhou Wu were stunned when they noticed that Chen Xun suddenly stopped.

Yu Huasheng immediately looked towards the horizon where his spiritual sense had sensed something unusual, and a faint purple light flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Chen Xun also turned his head and looked at the large dark cloud in the distant sky. With the help of his spiritual eyes, Chen Xun clearly saw a group of people hiding in the clouds and riding on the clouds.

Those are dozens of earthworm monsters wearing black robes and ghost costumes?

This must be the Huangquan Clan from the underworld. The other party's appearance is exactly the same as what the Third Young Master described. It is really not good-looking and it is hard to describe in words.

The yellow one looked like a plastic air pump, and Chen Xun could hardly imagine how those small eyes were put on.

The young man in white at the front was very different from this group of earthworm monsters that looked almost the same. Chen Xun could tell at a glance that the scarf around the young man's neck seemed to be made of Huangquan.

His cultivation had even reached the level of Demon King (quasi-Demon King as well). Seeing the other party's powerful momentum and the look of coming to call for an explanation, Chen Xun curled his lips.

It looks like a fight is about to happen...

As for the group of ghost officials following behind the young man, Chen Xun did not take them seriously. After all, the most powerful one was only the Great Demon King, and only the young man in front of him was powerful enough.

Chen Xun took this opportunity to understand why the people of the Huangquan clan had such a mysterious and powerful image in the eyes of outsiders. It turned out that the fighting power of the other demon king was as cheap as cabbage~!

Just pulling any one of them out is enough to cause a lot of trouble for the whole place.

If those people from the Taoist Alliance were facing the Huangquan Clan, they would have been destroyed long ago. How could they have fought against the demon clan?

Chen Xun wondered why these people from the Huangquan clan did not dare to interfere in the affairs of the upper realm. It must be that the third young master gave an oral order, otherwise the people of the Taoist Alliance would be in trouble.