Chen Longxuan didn't know that when a warrior cultivated to the Martial Emperor realm, the Nascent Soul in his body turned into a primordial spirit. At this time, the gathering of spiritual power of the warrior can certainly be promoted to his cultivation.

However, the set of spiritual techniques of the Nether Ghost Art took a different approach, relying on the cultivation of acupoints in the whole body to improve their cultivation. The 360 ​​acupoints in the whole body are like 360 ​​dantians, and when they are all powered by the dead spirit, they do not show their power.

But now he has refined the power of the undead into life and death, completing the transformation between life and death, not only improving his cultivation, but also increasing the power of his body.

The vitality in the acupoints played a huge role, and according to Chen Longxuan's cultivation speed, you can open up ten acupoints to improve the first level by opening up ten acupoints. Although the slower the backwards, the slower it is, but this allows Chen Longxuan to quickly improve the realm now, which saves the danger of revealing the filling.

This set of spiritual techniques can be said to be the treasure of the Nether Clan. It only needs to open 300 acupoints before starting to refine vitality, so that this effect can be achieved.

Because Chen Longxuan practiced the Xuanlong Transformation, he was strong, so he accidentally opened the acupoints of three hundred and three. He even wanted to pretend to be a ghost slaughter, so he refined them and opened the acupoints.

Ten days later, Chen Longxuan had opened up forty acupoints, and his cultivation level had become the peak of the fourth level of the Martial Emperor Realm, and his physical strength was also the peak of the fourth level of the Martial Emperor Realm.

His current strength is only higher than that of Gui Tu. The Jinghong sword is used in Shen Longxuan's hands at this moment, which is simply shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods, and is enough to instantly kill all warriors below the fourth level of the Martial Emperor Realm.

At this time, he stood up, and the seven-color figs were consumed by him. The source of life and death finally grew a leaf. The power of the disillusionment finger directly doubled, and even warriors at the fifth level of the Martial Emperor Realm did not dare to take it head-on.

If Chen Longxuan uses all his strength to perform his knowledge, he is confident that he can kill a warrior at the peak of the fifth level of the Martial Emperor Realm. People like Chen Honghai are no longer Chen Longxuan's opponents.

Chen Longxuan pretended to be a ghost slaughter again, pretending to be seriously injured, and walked into the depths of the underworld alone.

At the same time, a roar suddenly came from the continuous camp tents of Mingxuan Palace, and the sound was like thunder. Everyone remained silent because the owner of the sound was their young master... Mingtianlong!

"Bastard, liar, scumbag, Mad! He dares to lie to me, ah, I'm so angry!"

Hearing the sound, more than a dozen elders immediately appeared in front of Ming Tianlong's camp.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, it seems to be because of the seven-color fig."

"Hasn't all the seven-color figs been swallowed by him alone? We didn't even catch the hair!"

The elders were not sure about it, and they were talking quietly outside the tent. At this time, Elder Blood and Elder Hou appeared outside the tent and walked in quickly.

"Young Master, what's going on? Who lied to you?" The Blood Elder asked, looking at the fragments covered with jade screens on the ground.

Ming Tianlong's face was twisted and his whole body was trembling. He had been busy dealing with various things in the army since he came back. Now he can finally go into seclusion and practice. He took out the jade bottle that Chen Longxuan gave him, opened it, and poured it down...

No! He only dripped a drop of saliva. He thought of what Chen Longxuan said, and quickly wiped it off in disgust. At the same time, his heart sank and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

He opened another one, but there was still no one. Finally, he opened all the jade bottles, and there was no hair except a drop of liquid. Then he roared out and was about to go crazy.

He worked hard to get these things back, but he got nothing. He wanted to cry but couldn't cry. "The seven-color figs are gone, Guishu lied to me!"

"Young Master, how is that possible? I watched what he gave to you with my own eyes. Have you made a mistake? Or is it that the seven-color figs melted? "

"No, it's just Gui Tu who lied to me. I must tear him to pieces!"

Ming Tianlong could no longer suppress his anger at this moment, and this feeling of gaining and losing again made him almost crazy.

"Report! Young Master, we found a person outside the camp. It seemed like... Ghost Slaughter! He was almost out of reach, but he kept saying that he wanted to see the Young Master. Do you want to see him?"

At this moment, the guards came to report.

"What? He is not dead. Bring it to me quickly. I will scrape him with my own hands!"

As soon as Ming Tianlong finished speaking, another guard came in with Chen Longxuan on his back and placed it on the ground.

Only then did everyone see clearly that Chen Longxuan's body was covered with wounds, and his original red robe was stained with blood, and those terrifying wounds made people feel shocking.

Even if these people who have been through the battlefield have seen the almost dying ghost slaughter, they not only took a breath, but also escaped with such injuries. It was a miracle!

"Ghost Tu, you really dare to come back. I said, where is my seven-color fig? Do you believe it or not, I will cut you alive?"

"Hahaha... cough cough cough... young master, I... come back... just want to... ask, why don't you... go to save me!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, where is my seven-color fig?" Ming Tianlong rushed to the front and grabbed Chen Longxuan's collar with both hands, and the great god roared.

"Cough cough cough..." After being tossed by Ming Tianlong, "Ghost Slaughter" coughed violently, "Young master, I... Ghost Slaughter has been... loyal all my life... Unexpectedly... I was abandoned in the end!

Figs... I gave them to you in front of everyone, why do you care about me? I was arrested by the human race and suffered all the humiliation. I can accept them even when they beat me or scold me.

But they spit at me, which is what I can't stand the most. Do you know how dirty other people's saliva is? What's even more annoying is that they actually hit me with a whip that is dipped in water..."

"Ghost Slaughter" didn't know where the strength came from, and after saying so much in one go, he said it later, it was obviously a very tragic thing, but people couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Don't interrupt me, fuck me, I'll ask you what about my seven-color fig?" Ming Tianlong was so angry that he almost strangled him to death.

"Ghost Slaughter" pushed away Ming Tianlong and stood up staggeringly. He pointed, "Young Master, I am in vain. I am loyal to you. You promised to save me but I don't care about my life and death at all.

You made us so frightened and disappointed. As for what you said to give me the position of elders, it seemed that I was lying to me. I understand now that you had already planned to abandon me at that time, hahaha..."

"Ghost Slaughter" laughed in grief and anger. The laughter was so desolate that his accusations were understandable. The soldiers were willing to go to danger for the Lord, but the master made a false promise to let him die. This kind of thing has completely lost his trust in Ming Tianlong.

What's more realistic is that he risked his life to run back, but what he got was ruthless scolding and scolding. Who could accept it? Everyone present was silent, and they were all thinking about their own results.

"The king told the minister to die, but the minister had to die! But I am a soldier, and I can die on the battlefield. I don't want to die in the frame of my own people, nor in the saliva of the enemy. There is also the whip that takes up dirty water. That kind of taste is even more uncomfortable than death..."

"I remember I said that I drooled on the seven-color figs. If I were by my side, there would be no problem at all, but you didn't save me, they would definitely turn into a drop of water, hahaha...retribution!"

"My today is your tomorrow..."

The more the "Ghost Slaughter" spoke, the more crazy they became, and the hearts of everyone became colder. Seeing this, the Blood Elder immediately shouted: "Stop your mouth!"
Chapter completed!