Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

The black wind, like a black light, slipped through the crack and then entered the body of the monster in front.

The ghosts and monsters retreated in terror.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Click! Click! Click!

Black ice appeared on the bodies of the monsters, and then they turned into black ice blocks.

Then, more black-haired winds emerged from their bodies, intending to penetrate the remaining ghosts.

Many ghosts and monsters were terrified and trembled with fear.

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a burst of flames.

call!

The flames burned fiercely, making the black fur squeak and howl, then it swirled back.

Flames burned away the monsters sealed in black ice.

The black ice melted, and the monsters fell to the ground, panting heavily.

The remaining black-haired winds, forced back by the raging flames, eventually all escaped from the tunnel.

Upon seeing this, the many ghosts and monsters cheered, "They survived!"

"Great, I don't have to die!"

"Brother, what kind of ghost are you? Your talent is truly amazing, you were able to withstand the Black Hair Wind."

"Brother, shall we mate? I'd like to use your bloodline to improve our race's bloodline."

Royal power...

"Everyone, let's talk about Black Hair Wind in detail."

A ghost scratched its head and said, "Black Hair Wind is Black Hair Wind!"

Wang Quan coughed: "I want to know how this black-haired wind came into being."

"Where do they begin to blow, and where do they disappear to?"

Most ghosts scratch their heads, not understanding why.

An older ghost said, "Everyone knows about the [Dead Silence], right?"

All the ghosts nodded, except for Wang Quan, who shook his head.

The older ghost coughed and looked at Wang Quan: "In this underworld, there are many [deadly places]."

"It is said that a powerful creature slumbers in every [Dead Land]."

"These creatures take a breath once at the beginning of each month."

"When they inhale, the cold wind turns into black hair wind and is sucked away by them."

"After these black-haired winds enter our bodies, they will generate more black-haired winds within us, which will eventually be absorbed by the creatures of the [Dead Land]."

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat: "What is the [Deadly Land]?"

The old ghost laughed: "When you travel through the underworld, have you ever seen an area that is utterly desolate? Without any living beings, only lush vegetation?"

Wang Quan nodded: "I've met you before."

"Is that the desolate land?"

The old ghost nodded: "Yes."

Wang Quan's heart stirred: "Have the powerful beings in the desolate lands ever awakened?"

The old ghost shook his head: "From childhood to adulthood, I have never seen or heard of any powerful figure from that desolate land being resurrected."

The king's power was clear.

At this moment, another ghost whispered, "My bloodline records that the Land of Death is actually a series of cages."

"At the beginning of each month, some creatures will open a treasure called a wind bag and blow out strange winds."

"This wind transformed into a black, wispy wind, blowing into the desolate land, freezing and suppressing the powerful beings within."

"From ancient times to the present, it has never stopped."

Wang Quan didn't care when he heard the different versions of the ghosts' stories.

After all, in the real world, there are several, even more than a dozen different accounts of strange things happening in a village, let alone strange things in the underworld.

At this moment, another ghost rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "I've heard that this desolate land is actually a huge sealed place."

"What is sealed inside is not a special powerful being, but a passage leading to another level of the underworld."

Then a ghost mysteriously said, "My bloodline records state that this desolate land is where the previous Ghost Emperor fell."

The other ghosts and monsters also began to tell their own legends.

Wang Quan listened attentively.

The ghosts and monsters all had different stories.

But he still listened with great interest.

After the group of ghosts finished speaking, Wang Quan saw a black whirlwind sweeping outside and said, "Everyone, I'm going out for a bit."

The ghosts and monsters quickly stopped them: "Don't leave! If you leave, what will we do if the black wind blows in again?"

Wang Quan pondered for a moment, then slapped the back of his head.

call out!

A cloud of smoke flew out, part of the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust, blocking the tunnel entrance: "Everyone, if I don't die, this cloud of smoke will always exist."

"Once the black wind dissipates, this smoke and cloud will also dissipate on its own."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, chasing after the black-haired wind, heading straight for the [Dead Silence].

After the king left, the group of ghosts were filled with unease.

They were worried that the smoke would dissipate, so they tried to maintain it.

At this moment, a ghost said, "My bloodline records that we can burn incense to worship certain things, making the illusory real and allowing things on the verge of collapse to last forever."

"Why don't we worship this smoke and cloud, so that it may continue to protect us?"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement: "Great idea."

Many ghosts took things like ribs and thigh bones to use as incense, lit them, and began to sincerely worship.

As they were worshipped, the lingering smoke and clouds of royal power swirled and underwent some changes.

This gave many ghosts and monsters confidence, and they became even more addicted to worshipping them.

One day later:

The black-haired wind disappeared.

The group of ghosts saw the smoke and dust churn violently, but it did not dissipate.

Then, the monsters cheered.

They found tree branches, built a sedan chair, and rode away in a cloud of smoke.

These treasures must be carefully preserved to fight off the next black-haired storm.

In the days that followed, whenever a black typhoon swept through, they would dig tunnels and hide inside, eventually blocking the entrance with smoke and clouds to prevent the black typhoon from reaching them.

once....

Ten times...

Hundred times...

These ghosts roam the wilderness, surviving time and again thanks to the lingering influence of the monarchy, and constantly recruiting other ghosts into their ranks.

Over the long years, the area of ​​the smoke and clouds they worshipped grew larger and larger.

Then, they used the smoke and clouds to build a village.

As the village was born, more ghosts and monsters gathered there, and then they worshipped the smoke and clouds.

The power of the smoke and clouds grew stronger, and they began to protect more ghosts and monsters.

All of this has nothing to do with royal power.

After leaving the tunnel, Wang Quan released seventy-two streams of dust, chasing Black Hair Wind straight to the [Dead Land].

As they traveled, the black-haired wind constantly battered the dust and smoke along the seventy-two roads.

The repeated attacks enraged the 72nd Road of Smoke and Dust.

It grew a mouth and arms, grabbed strands of black fur, stuffed them into its mouth, and ate them with a crunch.

Seeing its ferocity, the other black-haired winds dared not provoke it, but merely howled and wailed from the side.

Wang Quan found them troublesome, so he patted his treasure bag and released a handful of five-colored soil, then threw gourd seeds on it.

Dig a hole, bury some soil, and water it with a wisp of black hair.

Finally, he unleashed streams of magical power that landed on it.

The five-colored soil churned, and the gourd seeds took root, sprouted, grew vines, and produced a black gourd.

Wang Quan took off the black gourd and carved more than a hundred Taoist characters on it, setting up incantations.

Finally, he chanted a spell and unleashed his magical power.

call out!

The black gourd rose into the air and began to absorb the black hair wind.

At first, it absorbed strands of it, but soon it began to absorb entire streams at once.

Black ice appeared on the gourd as black hairs drilled through it.

At these times, Wang Quan would open his mouth and spew out his magic power to melt the black ice.

This process was repeated, and the gourd's power grew stronger and stronger. In a short time, it absorbed all the black hair wind around him.

Another black, hairy gust swept in from afar, and just as it was about to be swallowed by the black gourd, a thick black, hairy gust suddenly opened its mouth and roared:

"Brothers, don't go near this flower-scattering monster."

"This demon loves to eat black-haired winds the most."

"Quick, go around it."

Whoosh!

A flock of black-haired winds bypassed the royal authority and rushed headlong toward the desolate land.