Chapter 1291

"This withered tree is refined from the Sun Wing Wood. It looks black on the outside as if it has been burned by fire, but in fact, it is the Soul Nurturing Flame inside that burned itself.

If you have an item of extreme Yin that can restrain it, you can temporarily suppress it and I will be able to escape. "The Ghost Shaman said.

"Oh, then how do I break the Soul Locking Box?" Han Li asked.

The Ghost Shaman smiled bitterly and said, "This item was originally used to prevent my soul from escaping. It was used to collect and refine my remnant soul. I paid a great price to modify it and turn it into a magic tool for storing my soul.

Now that it is connected to my Divine Soul, if I rashly open it, I'm afraid that my remnant soul will not be able to withstand the cold wind for a few times. "Ghost Sorcerer said with a wry smile.

"That's easy. Weeping Soul, put away the Soul Scattering Sand first." Han Li said with a smile.

When the Weeping Soul heard this, it casually waved its hand and the golden sand wrapped around the withered tree's roots flew back. After circling in its palm for a while, it was immediately absorbed into its body.

"I've always said that I would compensate you, but I've never fulfilled my promise. Today is the day." Han Li saw this and said with a smile.

The Ghost Shaman was puzzled. He didn't know who Han Li was talking to.

As a result, silver light flashed from Han Li's shoulder, and a miniature silver flame humanoid figure jumped out from within. It rubbed its hands together with an elated smile on its face, then leaped onto the dead black tree before clinging onto it like an octopus.

"This is …"

The Ghost Shaman felt the aura of the Essence Flame Firebird and immediately felt uneasy.

"Don't panic. This is the Essence Flame Firebird, an item of extreme Yang. The Sun Wing Wood is a great supplement for it." Han Li smiled.

"Fellow, please ask the child to be extremely careful. Don't harm my bones …" After saying this, the Ghost Shaman's body suddenly withdrew the white smoke and shrank back into the Soul Locking Box. There was no more sound.

Han Li chuckled upon seeing this and issued a few instructions to the Flame Essence Fire Raven before allowing it to transform into a vast expanse of raging silver flames that engulfed the Yang Wing Wood.

The devouring process was not too fast, and it took more than an hour. Han Li and the others also took the opportunity to rest.

In the end, the Essence Flame Firebird retracted its silver flame and turned back into the appearance of a small silver flame man. As if drunk, it staggered and jumped onto Han Li's shoulder. Without saying a word, it lay down and merged into Han Li's body.

The withered tree on the white sand island had disappeared, leaving only a black corpse and a black square box on the ground.

Han Li gave the Weeping Soul Emissary a look, and the latter immediately waved her hand. The Soul Dispersing Sand that she had put away earlier appeared again, and she pounced towards the corpse and the Soul-locking Box.

"Just in case, Daoist Ghost Sorcerer. Sorry about that," Han Li said with a smile.

"It's my honor to form an alliance with a cautious ally like you." The Ghost Shaman's voice came from the Soul Locking Box. His tone was calm, without any resentment.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to lead the way." Han Li casually put away the corpse and the Soul-locking Box, and said unhurriedly.

"Not a problem, not a problem." The Ghost Shaman replied.

… …

Seven days later.

Dark clouds covered the sky, pressing the sky extremely low. The air was filled with an uncomfortable smell of decay.

Han Li's group of three walked through a black mountain range of undulating peaks and rocks. Scattered corpses could be seen everywhere along the way, and when the wind blew past, green phosphorescence would rise into the air.

When they arrived at a towering cliff, all of them were walking along the cliff wall. On the other side was a bottomless abyss that was filled with roiling mist and a foul stench.

"Uncle, do you really believe that fellow's nonsense?

The Weeping Soul Emissary said that it didn't sense any soul power fluctuations, so why are we still going through the trouble of walking this mountain path? Can't we just fly over the cliff? "Jin Tong complained.

"The netherworld can't be judged with common sense. What the Weeping Soul Emissary didn't discover might exist.

Besides, there's no reason for the Ghost Shaman to lie to us about this, "Han Li replied.

"That's right. The Ghost Shaman's directions have been fine for the past few days. We've avoided almost all of the Nether Ghost Cities, and avoided a lot of unnecessary trouble," Weeping Soul Emissary added.

After saying that, she glanced at the path in front of them and saw that the winding path under their feet extended for more than ten thousand feet before it was completely obscured by the thick fog, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"Daoist Ghost Shaman, why do you think the Ghost Python that resides on the Mourning Soul Cliff has the strength of a Grand Heavenly Immortal and can dominate an area?" Han Li asked.

"I'm not sure either. The Ghost Python's background is very strange. It's said that it already had the potential to transform into a dragon when it was alive, but it was struck to death by seven consecutive heavenly tribulations in order to help its young son resist the heavenly punishment.

Its resentment lingered after its death, and it continued to cultivate in the Nether Realm. In the end, its realm became even stronger than when it was alive, and it has been lingering on the Mourning Soul Cliff all this time. No matter what it is, it will hunt down and kill it with all its might.

As for those that pass by the mountain path, they won't be attacked as long as they don't provoke it. "The Ghost Shaman's voice sounded from a cloth pouch hanging on Han Li's waist.

"The sky above the Mourning Soul Cliff is covered by dark clouds all day long. Once someone enters, the clouds will churn, and the situation is quite similar to when the heavenly lightning strikes. Perhaps that's why the Ghost Python attacked," Han Li said after a moment of thought.

As soon as he finished speaking, a streak of light suddenly lit up in the clouds high up in the sky. It seemed that someone was passing through it.

As the sea of clouds churned, although there was no sound of thunder, the situation was indeed somewhat similar to the appearance of heavenly lightning descending into the world.

"Not good, don't get close to the edge of the cliff, stick close to the mountain and walk quickly …" The Ghost Shaman's voice sounded again.

When Han Li and the other two heard this, their expressions changed slightly. They hurriedly increased their speed, stuck close to the side of the mountain, and rushed forward at an extremely fast speed.

"Boom, boom, boom …"

At this moment, a series of thunderous muffled sounds came from the abyss at the bottom of the cliff. Han Li and the other two felt the entire mountain below them shake violently.

Immediately after, the thick fog in the abyss beside the cliff that didn't disperse all year round suddenly rolled up crazily. A huge figure rushed up from within, straight towards the dark clouds in the sky.

Han Li saw a black 'high wall' rising from the abyss and colliding into the sea of clouds, causing the aura of the heavens and the earth to be in chaos. On the high wall, one could faintly see numerous rhombus scales that were over 30 meters in size, and they madly rubbed against the cliff, causing a large expanse of sparks to fly.

When it completely rushed into the sea of clouds, Han Li finally saw its full appearance clearly. Shockingly, it was a black scaled python that was over 30 kilometers long. There was a single horn on its head, and its eyes were like two lighthouses that shot out two rays of green light.

"This fellow's cultivation has increased again, and it's already comparable to the advanced-stage of the Golden Immortal Realm." The Ghost Shaman praised.

"What? It's just a ghost, yet it's actually able to cultivate to such an extent?" Jin Tong spoke with slight disbelief.

"There are still heaven-defying true spirits in the Wasteland World, so how can there not be some incredible existences in the Netherworld?

This fellow has probably existed for even longer than me.

Let's go, quickly leave before it attacks us, "urged the Ghost Shaman anxiously.

Han Li and the other two did not stop, and at this moment, they even sped up and fled.

With great difficulty, they crossed the cliff and arrived at the other side of the mountain peak. Han Li could not help but look back, and he saw that in the sea of clouds high up in the sky, a black head that was as large as a mountain was towering in the dark clouds, and a pair of green eyes was staring at them.

However, for some unknown reason, the Ghost Python did not attack them in the end, and let them leave the Mourning Soul Cliff.

"Fellow Ghost Shaman, tell me honestly, what's the relationship between you and this Ghost Python? Why didn't it attack us?" asked Han Li, still a little worried.

"This … I really don't know.

Although it's in the territory of my Yama Region, I've always kept a respectful distance from it, and I've never had any dealings with it, "replied the Ghost Shaman.

"Forget it, if there's such an existence in the future, it's better to take a detour," said Han Li.

"Alas, I said to take a detour just now, but it's to avoid the city," said the Ghost Shaman with a sigh.

…

Time flew by, and more than a month had passed.

At the western border of the Yama Region, the mountains could no longer be seen. Instead, it was replaced by a Ghost Swamp that covered an area of thousands of miles. At a glance, it was a shallow swamp that was filled with smoke, and the smell of decay was everywhere.

At the edge of the swamp, there was a long coastline that was uneven, and there was an abrupt peninsula in the middle of it. It was less than ten thousand feet in area, but it extended thousands of feet into the swamp.

At this moment, at the end of the peninsula, there was a tall Youth looking up at the sky.

The Youth Shaman was Han Li.

Less than a thousand feet above the swamp, there was a thick layer of colorful clouds floating in the air, and it looked very beautiful as far as the eye could see.

"Uncle, what are you looking at?

Are you still thinking about that wedding dress ghost lady? "At this moment, Jin Tong, who was standing not far behind him, winked and teased him.

"Jin Tong …" Han Li frowned and reprimanded.

"What's wrong, Uncle? It's not that I want to criticize you, but you don't look handsome. Although that Bride Lady is a ghost, her appearance isn't inferior to that of a fairy or a palace maid. It's rare that she thinks that you look like a refined scholar and fell in love with you at first sight.

Not only did you not appreciate her kindness, but you even killed her with a single strike. You're too heartless.

Weeping Soul, you think so too, right? "Jin Tong was completely unafraid. He placed his hands behind his back and spoke in an old-fashioned manner.

The Weeping Soul stood at the side and didn't reply. It only covered its mouth and chuckled softly.

In truth, although the Bride Lady Ghost was a ghost, she was extremely difficult to deal with. Her hallucination technique was superb, and even with Han Li's spirit eyes and the Weeping Soul's perception, he was still trapped by her for three whole days.

In the end, Han Li had to rely on Ghost Witch's guidance to find the bridal sedan that the Bride Lady Ghost used to set up the formation. Only then was he able to force out her true form and kill her with a single strike. Throughout the entire process, Jin Tong was probably the only one who found it interesting.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened in the past month, and even Han Li felt rather emotional. There were too many strange things in the Netherworld.