Situ Hao understood that what he was consuming now was the ghosts of the dead. According to Zhuge Qinglan, he could ingest one hundred and fifty ghosts of the dead in one day.

At the bottom of the cliff, there are five great immortals who have created the Purgatory Demon-Subduing Array with the power of immortals. I am afraid that the people who die here will not be ordinary people. If they can absorb more than a hundred ghosts here and wait until their soul-catching practice reaches the seventh level of soul-controlling realm, they can summon these ghosts as their own soul soldiers and let them help them attack the enemy, wouldn’t that be a very domineering thing?

Such thoughts flashed through Situ Hao's mind, and he tried his best to endure the effect of the powerful force on his body, and crazily absorbed the ghosts around him.

The ghosts were captured by Situ Hao like lightning. As the ghosts disappeared out of thin air, the ghosts surrounding Situ Hao had an expression of shock on their faces. The ghosts that were originally rushing towards the wildly stopped running, and some were still retreating in horror.

Situ Hao used this time to absorb ghosts at least 123. He didn't want to hide himself in endless pain because of crazy ingesting ghosts. Just as the ghosts were frightened and retreated, the Yuan Ling Pill in Situ Hao's body became very slow to swallow the huge power. The effect of power made the body feel like it burst. Situ Hao was suddenly shocked and did not dare to delay any more. He directly turned into colorful flower ants, and at the fastest speed, he got into the cave that had been laid in advance.

Seeing Situ Hao's body transform into an ant and drilling into the cave on the ground, the ghosts all opened their mouths in shock.

Situ Hao walked forward quickly and quickly penetrated into the depths of the ground. Seeing that the ghosts did not follow him, he felt relieved.

The shouts of killing have stopped at this time, and it seems that the sky has already brightened.

Situ Hao has now obtained the dragon-shaped handle weapon. Although he is in danger at this time, he still feels indescribable excitement in his heart.

But after being excited for a while, Situ Hao's heart became extremely depressed again.

It was good to get the dragon-shaped handle weapon, but the ghost who was most likely his mother did not appear, which immediately filled his heart with endless melancholy.

Situ Hao stayed underground. After almost two hours, he slowly crawled out.

Soon, Situ Hao came to the small entrance of the cave. When he looked outside, the bottom of the cliff was already bright and open. Although the dark forest was still gray, it could see the surroundings clearly.

And what made Situ Hao most happy was that the ghosts had all dissipated at this time and still turned into dark auras and wandered around the forest.

Seeing this, Situ Hao slowly crawled out of the cave and ran forward carefully for two steps. Seeing that the dark aura was just rushing around, he felt relieved and ran forward quickly. When he left the dark forest, he let out a breath of energy.

Situ Hao ran forward quickly in the form of a colorful flower ant, climbing up quickly on the cliff, and confirming that he had escaped from the range of poisonous gas, he turned into a flying insect and flew towards the top of the cliff.

Flying back to the top of the cliff, Situ Hao looked at the abyss of cliff again, his heart was still beating wildly.

This trip to the cliffs and abyss was a life-and-death journey, and I almost couldn't come back.

After Situ Hao sighed a little at the danger of this trip, he flew back to the familiar stone house in a illusionate form.

Only here can he find a sense of home.

Back at the stone house, Situ Hao transformed back into his body, sacrificed the long sword with dragon-shaped handle from the spiritual space, and observed it carefully.

This weapon, the handle is dragon-shaped, and it is very easy to hold with hands together. It also has a strange power. It wanders in the hand, one meter six or seven in length, as wide as a palm, no edges or corners, looks like a sword but not a sword, looks like a mace but not a mace, and it is black all over, neither gold nor iron. Although it is impossible to tell what material it is made of, this weapon looks like an ordinary mortal weapon no matter how it looks.

Of course, since Situ Hao had seen the magic of this weapon, he would never be so stupid that he would treat this weapon as a mortal weapon.

Situ Hao carefully studied the handle and did not see any mystery. He looked at the body of the weapon with his eyes. He saw four vigorous ancient characters on the black weapon: the Sky-Split Thunder Blade.

"Sky Split Thunder Blade? This weapon has no edges or corners, and looks very smooth. Can it be called a blade?" Situ Hao thought in confusion.

As this idea came to an end, Situ Hao immediately sacrificed the black golden blade from the spiritual space, held it in his left hand, used his force with both hands, and slashed the black golden blade with his left hand, and slashed at the Tianlith Blade with his right hand.

"其—" A strange sound rang out, the black golden blade did not change, and the Sky-Split Thunder Blade did not change at all.

However, there was one thing that Situ Hao could clearly feel. When the black gold blade hit the sky-breaking thunder blade, the strange power that was wandering with his right hand ran quickly, which made his right hand not feel any heavy blow power.

After Situ Hao felt this, he immediately felt endless surprises in his heart. It seemed that the Sky-Split Thunder Blade was really a good weapon. The invisible power in his hand could at least help him withstand the full-strength attack of a seventh-level warrior, preventing the weapon in his hand from being knocked out, and even causing his arm to be damaged due to the transmission of power.

While endless surprises arose, Situ Hao raised his right hand and used the Sky-Split Thunder Blade in his right hand to slash at the Wu Xin Blade in his left hand.

"叶—"

"ah--"

"Bang--"

Amid the strange sound of weapons fighting, Situ Hao felt an extremely huge force coming from the black gold blade, which made him scream involuntarily. The black gold blade in his hand could not hold it, flew out of his hand, and hit the wall of the stone house. When he looked at his left hand, the tiger's mouth was actually shattered and was seeping with blood.

Situ Hao was completely shocked by this strange scene. The power he used was not very large, but the attack power he had just endured with his left hand, even if he used it with all his strength on weekdays, it would not be possible to achieve such an effect. In other words, the Sky-Split Thunder Blade in his hand had invisibly increased his power to a new level.

Situ Hao walked to the wall and when he picked up the black golden blade, his eyes swept into a slight crack on the black golden blade.

"Did I have shattered the Black Golden Blade with an attack from the Sky-Split Thunder Blade? How is this possible? No matter what, the Black Golden Blade is also a good spiritual weapon!"

Situ Hao asked in shock, then he took the black golden blade and looked carefully. Finally, he realized that the black golden blade had not been completely broken, but was just a crack. If he used the right force to slash the black golden blade with the Sky-Cracking Thunder Blade, the black golden blade would be shattered.
Chapter completed!