Chapter 345

Zhang Xingyu held Demon King Harry and jumped into the whirlpool in the center of the Eye of the Evil Ghost.

"Abominable!"

The Kunpeng great demon reached out its sharp claws wanting to grab the two, but was ultimately a step too late.

It stayed above the Eye of the Evil Ghost for a moment, then turned and left resentfully.

Spinning, spinning endlessly.

In his ears, the yin wind was roaring.

Beside him, ghosts were roaring.

Pale palms stretched out from the yin wind, wanting to grab the two who were falling rapidly.

Zhang Xingyu held Demon King Harry tightly.

He gathered the last bit of strength in his body and slowly operated the Creation Art.

At the dantian, a small whirlpool finally formed.

Above the dantian, two Nascent Souls opened their eyes and spat a breath of essence into the whirlpool together.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

The whirlpool was like an old, worn-out engine, finally operating with a crackling sound.

At the same time, a small whirlpool appeared outside Zhang Xingyu's body, rapidly swallowing the surrounding yin energy.

"Ding-dong, host obtained 100 points of spiritual energy, converted into 1 point of God Yuan Value."

The system's prompt sounded in his mind. At this moment, the originally cold and monotonous system prompt sounded so pleasant and melodious in his ears.

Zhang Xingyu felt settled in his heart.

The System Boss really lived up to expectations.

Originally, he was worried that this yin energy couldn't be converted. Unexpectedly, this yin energy was also defined by the System Boss as a type of spiritual energy.

Since this yin energy could be converted, what about the ghosts in the yin energy?

The body of a ghost is yin energy; if he used the Creation Art to swallow these ghosts, couldn't he obtain more God Yuan Value?

Looking at the ghosts dancing in the yin energy, Zhang Xingyu felt like he was seeing drops of shining God Yuan.

He closed his eyes and pushed the Creation Art to the limit.

One whirlpool, two whirlpools, three whirlpools.

Gradually, his body was covered by whirlpools.

The surrounding yin energy, along with the dancing ghost hands, were all swallowed into these whirlpools.

"Ding-dong."

"Ding-dong."

"Ding-dong."

The system's prompt sounded continuously.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Xingyu's mouth.

He guessed right.

These formless ghosts could indeed be swallowed and converted.

As his body continued to descend, the yin energy below became thicker, and there were more and more ghosts.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, a ghost with a complete form appeared below.

This ghost had a green face and fangs, a blood-basin mouth, and a pair of eyes glowing with green light.

Damn it.

It's bad enough that it's ugly, but it even dares to come out and scare people.

Zhang Xingyu held the Fire Dragon and slashed with his sword.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the ghost split into two pieces.

The two pieces of the ghost swayed and wanted to re-aggregate, but were dragged into the whirlpool in front of Zhang Xingyu.

"Ding-dong, host obtained 1,000 points of spiritual energy, converted into 10 points of God Yuan Value."

"Ding-dong, host obtained a wisp of divine soul, converted into 1 point of God Yuan Value."

A ghost with a complete form is good; one contributes 11 points of God Yuan Value.

Ghosts, oh ghosts.

My Divine Sea is almost dry, you guys just be kind and deliver yourselves to the door.

Zhang Xingyu muttered while continuing to descend.

Below, the yin energy was even thicker.

Seven or eight ghosts were roaring loudly in the yin energy.

Roar what roar.

No matter how loud you roar, I won't let you go.

Sword light flashed, ghosts were beheaded.

Zhang Xingyu listened happily to the system's prompt.

It would be great if there were a few more waves of such ghosts.

I'm poor now. Really too poor, otherwise I wouldn't want to swallow these disgusting guys.

Just as he was muttering, the yin wind beneath his feet seemed to blow even harder.

Woo woo woo woo.

If it were someone timid, they would have already peed their pants by now.

But Zhang Xingyu didn't care.

What is yin wind, isn't it just some yin energy?

What is yin energy, isn't it just a type of spiritual energy?

What does Zhang Xingyu lack now? He lacks everything now, especially spiritual energy.

Therefore, the sound of these wooing winds sounded like a pleasant piece of music in his ears.

"Thud!"

His feet hit something hard.

Zhang Xingyu jumped up like he had been electrocuted.

Eh?

I jumped up.

I landed?

Didn't they say this place leads to the Netherworld?

Shouldn't the Netherworld be deep underground?

I didn't fall for long, I shouldn't have reached deep underground, right?

Zhang Xingyu stepped on the ground cautiously.

The ground was very solid.

Although the soles of his feet were cold, it gave him a solid feeling.

Landing is good. Not reaching the Netherworld is even better.

If he really reached the Netherworld, it would be very difficult for him to return to the surface.

Walking while absorbing yin energy, while looking around.

This was a wide space.

Everywhere was filled with thick yin energy. In the yin energy, a team of yin soldiers holding knives and spears were shuttling back and forth.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu's arrival, these yin soldiers all surrounded him with a whoosh.

They stared straight at Zhang Xingyu, green light glowing in their eyes.

"Human, hand over your yang energy, and I'll spare your life!"

A yin soldier leader roared, waving the long knife in his hand.

"Are you lying to people or ghosts? Without yang energy, it would be strange if I didn't die." Zhang Xingyu said disdainfully.

The rank of this team of yin soldiers was not high, and he just wanted to take them to replenish his God Yuan.

However, he had been chased and killed for the past few days, and his nerves had been tightly strung.

Now that he had reached a relatively safe place, he could finally relax.

Therefore, before killing these yin soldiers, he didn't mind having some fun with them.

"I say, you guys are already dead, why do you still want yang energy?" Zhang Xingyu asked the yin soldier leader with his head tilted.

"Eat!" The yin soldier leader's answer was simple and clear.

"Damn, you're still a foodie." Zhang Xingyu laughed.

"Foodie?" The yin soldier leader didn't understand.

"Want to know what a foodie is? If you want to know, stretch your head over, and this young master will explain it to you properly." Zhang Xingyu showed a standard flight attendant smile.

"Looking for death!" At this moment, the yin soldier leader knew Zhang Xingyu was playing with him.

He roared, waved the broken knife in his hand, and rushed toward Zhang Xingyu.

"Tch, a guy with no sense of humor!" Zhang Xingyu laughed lightly and waved the Fire Dragon in his hand.

"Crack!"

The Fire Dragon slashed the yin soldier leader into four pieces, man and knife alike, like cutting melons and vegetables.

Zhang Xingyu operated the Creation Art and swallowed the yin soldier leader's body into the whirlpool.

The leader was killed, and the yin soldiers surrounding him all stood blankly on the spot.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head.

A group of brainless yin soldiers, this young master will send you to reincarnate now.

Walking while investigating, while slashing and killing.

Unknowingly, he had already killed eight teams of patrolling yin soldiers.

The sound of water came from ahead.

Following the sound of water, Zhang Xingyu came to a big river.

The river was wide, and the water was rushing.

Ghosts were floating and sinking in the gray-black river water, drifting toward the distance.

On the river bank stood a black stone tablet, on which six ferocious large characters were written in red blood: "Netherworld Yin Spring River."

Netherworld, Yin Spring River.

Zhang Xingyu recited softly.

Just then, a cannon sounded from the opposite side of the big river, and a team of yin soldiers rushed out from the fog.

Leading them was a ghost general, wearing a silver helmet, clad in iron armor, holding a snake-headed spear, and riding a skeleton horse.

The ghost general rushed to the river bank, pulled the reins, and raised the long spear high.

"Who comes, daring to offend my Netherworld boundary, why not dismount and die quickly!"

Zhang Xingyu froze.

Are you sick, this master isn't even riding a horse.