After realizing the power of this ghost spirit, Lin Fan was especially cautious.
This hammer strike had consumed about half of the foreign blood energy in his body. If he fought with the ghost spirit again, the foreign blood energy would be completely consumed.
In that case, he could only use the remaining half of the foreign blood energy. This amount of blood energy could only be used to launch two attacks.
In this way, he could only fight with the ghost spirit four times.
If he couldn't kill the ghost spirit four times, then he would have nothing to rely on to fight against the ghost spirit, and he would only end up defeated.
And once he was defeated, facing this peerless evil ghost, he would only die. Moreover, it was possible that his soul would be taken by this evil ghost and refined into a vengeful spirit with ghost fire. It would be a fate worse than death.
And now, he only had three chances left.
Thinking of this, Lin Fan didn't give the ghost spirit a chance to breathe. He leaped up, jumped above the ghost spirit's head, and swooped down, pouncing straight at the ghost spirit. At the same time, the War God Hammer in his hand was raised high.
Taking a deep breath, he smashed down with the hammer …
The ghost spirit climbed up with difficulty and let out a violent roar. Seeing Lin Fan rushing down from above, he quickly formed a seal with his hands in front of him.
Suddenly, the corpse qi flowing all over his body gathered rapidly toward his hands and condensed on his hands. Finally, it formed a huge mass of Yin qi on his hands. From afar, it looked like a cotton ball, but also like a cloud.
But when the ghost cultivators watching from afar saw this mass of corpse qi, their faces were full of shock and admiration. This was because Yin qi was the foundation of ghost cultivation techniques.
From the size of the mass of Yin qi, it could be seen that the cultivation of a ghost cultivator was profound. Those ghost soldiers could only condense a fist-sized mass of Yin qi, and a ghost general could only condense a bowl-sized mass of Yin qi. Even a ghost king could only condense a plate-sized mass of Yin qi.
And this ghost spirit could actually condense a basin-sized mass of Yin qi.
This mass of Yin qi looked soft, like a ball of cotton that couldn't withstand a single blow.
In fact, it was very tough and strong. Whether it was attacking or defending, it was very powerful.
After the mass of Yin qi was formed.
It was raised high above the ghost spirit's head.
The next moment …
Lin Fan's War God Hammer hit the mass of Yin qi.
Boom!
A loud bang rang out, and the surrounding mountains cracked apart. The cracks on the ground beneath their feet suddenly expanded, as if an earthquake had occurred.
There was a loud noise.
The War God Hammer smashed into the mass of Yin Qi and was repelled by the mass of Yin Qi. Lin Fan was sent flying by the rebounding force.
As for the ghost spirit, under the heavy blow, although it was blocked by the mass of Yin Qi and did not suffer any serious injuries, under the huge force, it also fell to the ground.
Seeing that his attack had failed, Lin Fan was anxious. Because after this attack, Lin Fan was shocked.
The foreign blood qi in his body had already been exhausted. If he were to rely on his physical strength alone, even if he was a Body Refinement expert, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.
He was unable to contend against this peerless Ominous Ghost.
His mind spun at lightning speed, and he quickly analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of the Ghost Spirit. Without any hesitation, he immediately moved his mind, and the Blood Qi in the Demonic Guillotine immediately entered his body.
Suddenly, the strange blood energy went berserk in his body. Like a wolf or a tiger, it constantly attacked the acupoints all over his body, urging on his strength.
His face and the skin all over his body turned red.
His eyes were blood-red, and his veins were bulging.
His face was ferocious, and his whole body was filled with blood energy. A murderous aura soared into the sky.
Now, Lin Fan only had two chances to attack. If he could not kill the ghost spirit with two more attacks, then the foreign blood qi in his body would no longer exist, and he would most likely be killed by the other party.
Now, he could not give the ghost spirit a chance to breathe, and he was even more afraid that the ghost spirit would take out a powerful treasure or use an extremely powerful Ghost Dao technique at the critical moment. Therefore, after urging the blood energy, he immediately leaped up again and flew above the ghost spirit's head. Before the ghost spirit could get up, he attacked him.
Taking a deep breath, he raised the War God Hammer high above his head.
The arrogance and conceit on the ghost spirit's face finally disappeared without a trace, and it was replaced by a look of shock.
He really could not imagine that a human, a True Element Realm cultivator, could burst out with such violent power. Moreover, he almost did not take a breath in the battle, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
In fact, Lin Fan was really injected with blood. However, it was not chicken blood, but the blood of a ghost cultivator.
Under the urging of the foreign blood qi, he had this inconceivable violent power.
In the face of great power, all Ghost Dao techniques were flashy and useless. They could only compete with strength.
Seeing Lin Fan raise the hammer again, the ghost spirit got up again. Naturally, he abandoned all the Ghost Dao techniques on his body and used the same trick again. He still chose to block with a mass of Yin Qi.
After the mass of Yin Qi was formed, he raised it high above his head to protect his whole body.
However …
Before the War God Hammer smashed down, Lin Fan's mind moved, and the Way of Courage floated out of his body and fell like a meteor. It rushed before the War God Hammer and hit the cotton-like mass of Yin Qi.
The lightning in the word "Courage" exploded with a bang, and the mass of Yin Qi was scattered and scattered.
Lightning was the astral wind of the sky and the fire of the earth. It was the nemesis of Yin Qi. Using lightning to attack Yin Qi was more effective than a powerful force.
The ghost spirit turned pale with fright.
The next moment …
The War God Hammer fell on the ghost spirit's head with a bang.
"Boom!!!"
The head of the ghost spirit, which was as big as a vat, was smashed into pieces. A large part of his head was smashed like a watermelon. His face suddenly turned red, and his eyes bulged as if they were about to burst. He opened his mouth and let out a muffled groan, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth.
After this loud noise, the scene fell into a short silence.
Everyone, all the ghost cultivators, were looking at the ghost spirit and Lin Fan quickly at this moment. Their faces were full of disbelief.
The extremely powerful and peerless evil ghost was actually injured by a human xiuzhe!
And it was a serious injury. It was a serious injury. Even if it didn't die, it would be half dead.
With this blow, Lin Fan obviously completely overwhelmed the ghost spirit. Fang Qiu's students felt their blood boiling. They felt that all the blood in their bodies rushed to their heads. At the same time, they were overjoyed.
On the other hand, the hearts of those ghost cultivators, the ten elders, and the Ghost King were trembling. Their eyes were full of monstrous fear.
They stared at the ghost spirit closely, waiting for the ghost spirit's next reaction to see if it could survive this blow.
The ghost spirit's injury was directly related to their life and death.
Lin Fan didn't give them a chance to observe, nor did he give the ghost spirit any chance to breathe. He didn't care how serious the ghost spirit's injury was, whether it was seriously injured, dying, or slightly injured.
Because at this moment, there was only half of the foreign blood and Qi in his body left. It was only enough for one last blow.
He only had one last chance left. This opportunity was related to whether he could save Princess Hua Shao, whether he could save the lives of Fang Qiu and the others, and whether he could protect himself. So he wouldn't let go of this opportunity.
He leaped up, gathered his strength in mid-air, and swooped down again. He took a deep breath and raised the War God Hammer above his head …
Yong Zhidao took the lead and fell down quickly.
Like a general in the vanguard of a marching army, he took the lead to attack the ghost spirit …
Lin Fan only had one last chance left, but only he knew it in his heart. No one else could see it.
Everyone present, all the ghost cultivators, including the Ghost King and the ghost spirit who was seriously injured, thought that Lin Fan's strength was strong and endless, but they didn't think that he only had one last chance to attack.
So at this time, the nine students all showed excitement on their faces. They were excited that victory was in their hands.
Because as long as Lin Fan could maintain this peak state, even if he couldn't kill the ghost spirit this time, he would definitely not be defeated.
On the other hand, the ghost cultivators were secretly worried. They were worried for the Ghost Spirit, and also worried for themselves. Their entire bodies were tense as they watched the Ghost Spirit closely. At the same time, they were prepared to run away. If the Ghost Spirit could not withstand Lin Fan's attack, then they would not die here.
It was precisely because he couldn't see through Lin Fan's strength that the ghost spirit felt fear in his heart. At the same time, he also wanted to retreat.
Lin Fan's attack just now had caused him to suffer quite a bit of injury. At this time, his head was in pain and he was in a daze. If he received another attack, he would be seriously injured and on the verge of death. At that time, it would be too late to escape.
So, he made up his mind … Run!
Just as Lin Fan's Yong Zhidao was about to crash into his head, a ghost shadow separated from the ghost spirit's body. It let out a mournful roar and actually crashed into the Yong Zhidao.
Although that ghost shadow was only a shadow, it was as if it had a real body. With a move, its huge body stirred up the sound of wind and thunder.
The rumbling sound was loud and mighty.
With a boom, the Yong Zhidao hit the ghost shadow's head.
The lightning in the word "Yong" shot out and exploded the ghost shadow's head.
Although the ghost shadow lost its head, it still didn't die.
Instead of retreating, it advanced and faced Lin Fan, who was rushing down from above.
The next moment …
Boom!!!!
Lin Fan's War God Hammer slammed down on the body of the ghostly figure. With a loud boom, the ghostly figure was smashed into pieces. Eventually, it shattered into pieces and disappeared into nothingness.
At this time.
Lin Fan was shocked.
This was his final strike. This hammer strike was meant to take Gui Ling's life. However, he did not expect a change in the middle. Gui Ling used his clone to block the attack. Although the clone was destroyed in the end, it had blocked the fatal blow for Gui Ling.
If the ghost spirit attacked at this time.
He didn't have the blood essence to urge him.
He would be in a dangerous situation.
Just as Lin Fan was secretly worried, the ghost spirit had already dodged. In a flash, its huge body ran toward the altar.
From the looks of it, it was clear that he had fled in defeat.
Although its body was huge, it didn't look clumsy at all.
In the blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of the altar. Its huge ghost hand quickly made a gesture.
Suddenly, the Corpse Qi lingered on its hands.
Five ghost talismans appeared, red, white, black, green, and yellow. The five-colored ghost talismans flickered, flickering in the night. There was a bit of strangeness in the gorgeous light.
"The five-colored ghost talismans are awake. The Gate of Hell is open!"
The ghost spirit roared and waved its hands. Suddenly, two clouds of Corpse Qi carrying the five-colored ghost talismans rushed to the altar. In the end, the five-colored ghost talismans attached to the altar and suddenly shone. Then, with a loud bang, the altar made a loud noise and cracked at lightning speed.
If such a huge altar were to explode, it would be like a giant bomb. The destructive power of the explosion could be imagined.
At this time, all the ghost cultivators were stunned. Looking at the scene in front of them, it was as if the end of the world had come.
However, the terrifying scene that he had expected didn't happen. The altar did explode. The collapse was very gentle, like a building exploding. The huge altar shattered into small pieces of stone, which didn't exaggerate at all. Eventually, it became a rain of stones.
They scattered.
Below the altar, there was a huge pit with a radius of fifty meters. In the pit, a thick smoke-like Corpse Qi emerged. At the same time, the sound of "Crack … Crack …" suddenly rang out from the huge pit. It sounded very loud, strange, and terrifying.
"Lad of the human race! Yours Truly is going to head back and cultivate in seclusion! Once Yours Truly comes out of seclusion, it shall be your doomsday!" The Ghost Spirit roared at Lin Fan and leaped down into the crater.
As he jumped into the pit, he said one last thing, "Ghost King, if you don't want to die, you can go to the Underworld with me!"
At this time, all the human cultivators and ghost cultivators present were stunned. It turned out that the bottom of the altar was connected to the Underworld.
The so-called Underworld was, in fact, the underworld that the common people talked about.
The common people thought that the underworld was the world of the dead. In fact, it was not completely the case.
The underworld was indeed the lodging place of the dead, but it was not only the dead. It should be said that the Underworld was the world of ghost cultivators.
Above ninety percent of the Underworld was ghost cultivators. Ghost cultivators controlled the dead and dominated the Underworld. The Underworld was a plane of its own. It was very large, even larger than the Ethereal Continent.
The Ghost Realm, compared to the Underworld, was insignificant. Moreover, the Ghost Realm was just a small base of the Underworld, like a military base of a country.
The difference was that the Underworld didn't completely control the Ghost Realm. Instead, they let it go. At the same time, they hid it very well. Even the Ghost King didn't know that the entrance to the Underworld was below the altar.
The ghost cultivators of the Underworld were even more powerful. Ghost cultivators like the ghost spirit were just ordinary people in the Underworld. Their cultivation level was at the middle level.
Like the Ghost Realm, the Underworld was full of Yin Qi. The degree of Yin Qi was several times stronger than the Ghost Realm.
Because of the strong Yin Qi that could be used, the Underworld was a paradise for ghost cultivators and hell for human cultivators. If human cultivators didn't have enough strength, they wouldn't dare to enter the Underworld.
In fact, the ghost spirit invited the Ghost King to go to the Underworld with him because he wanted to help him. However, if he went to the Underworld, Lin Fan wouldn't be able to kill him.
When the Ghost King heard Gui Ling's voice, he immediately recovered from his shock. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he flew towards the pit under the altar.
Seeing the Ghost King flying toward the huge pit, the ten elders and more than ten thousand ghost cultivators followed him. Like headless flies, they all plunged into the huge pit.