"Haha, my disciple did a good job!" The old monk put the flying sword into his bag and looked at Qinghui with a smile and said.
Unexpectedly, the old monk was actually a sword cultivator and was extremely skilled in controlling flying swords. Otherwise, he would not have attracted all the attention of this middle-aged demon cultivator;
"Master, I killed this demon cultivator, and all the loot on his body should belong to me!" Qinghui stepped forward, picked up the ghost flag belonging to the demon cultivator, and held it in her arms like a treasure, with a smile.
Said to the old monk.
"Oh, how many times have I told you that ghost cultivation is not a good choice. It is easy to be led into the devil's way!" The old monk said with a sad look on his face: "Master, although my strength is low, I am also an authentic Xuanmen disciple.
There are so many paths, which one is not better than the ghost path? But you just want to take the ghost path..."
Qinghui sighed in his heart. If his apostle's profession was not that of a ghost master, he would have really wanted to change to another practice method, such as the sword control technique performed by the old monk just now.
Just wanting to give up the ghost path, for Qinghui, is tantamount to reincarnation and re-cultivation, which is full of difficulties. Whether he can reach his current height of cultivation is still unclear;
"Master, since I have chosen to embark on the ghost path, I will not change it again and will definitely go on unswervingly!" Qinghui said firmly.
"Oh, well, if you succeed in the ghost realm in the future, you will have the opportunity to go to the underworld and become a ghost servant. By then, you may not have the chance to become a king-level powerhouse!" The old monk shook his head and said.
"Hey, master, if you are a king-level expert, I have one right here!" Qinghui smiled and took out the Bagua Formation Plate.
At this time, some fine cracks had appeared on the surface of the Bagua array, and strands of black ghost energy seeped out from the cracks.
"Although your treasure is impressive, I'm afraid it won't be able to trap that ghost king for long!" the old monk shook his head.
"That's why I want this ghost flag!" Qinghui smiled and held the ghost flag in her hand, carefully feeling the restrictions inside the ghost flag;
"Forty-eight layers of restrictions. Sure enough, this ghost flag is a great avenue-level treasure!" Qinghui showed a bright smile on his face. It was really not easy. After entering this great avenue secret realm, he finally gained a great avenue-level treasure.
It's just that the Ghost King will escape at any time. These forty-eight restrictions cannot be broken in a short time. If these restrictions cannot be broken, Qinghui will not be able to control the ghost banner. Thinking of this, Qinghui couldn't help but show a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Forget it, give me this ghost flag, and I will break the restriction for you." The old monk seemed to see what Qinghui was thinking, shook his head, and reached out to take the ghost flag.
This is a Ten Thousand Ghost Flag. Compared with the Hundred Ghost Flag and the Thousand Ghost Flag, its quality is much higher. It can even seal the ghost king's treasure. It is completely different from the other two.
The black light on the surface of the Mangui Banner flashed continuously, and a "crackling" sound of fragmentation sounded from within the Mangui Banner;
After a while, the old monk showed a tired look on his face, handed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag to Qinghui and said: "Okay, I have broken all the restrictions in this Ten Thousand Ghost Flags, and there are some minor damages.
, but it only needs to be conceived for a few days."
"Thank you, Master!" Qinghui couldn't wait to imprint his heart on the core of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. From this moment on, this Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner truly belonged to him.
Click, click~
The Bagua formation disk began to make bursts of shattering sounds, and Qinghui showed a look of distress on his face. The formation seal in this formation disk had been completely destroyed from the inside by the Ghost King. Even if the Ghost King was released now, this Bagua
The array disk can no longer be used.
Phew~
The next moment, the Bagua array exploded violently, and countless black smoke poured out from the array like a tornado. Accompanied by bursts of shrill screams, the Ghost King stared at Qinghui with his red eyes.
Face!
"I hate people locking me up the most!" The Ghost King opened his big mouth and roared at Qinghui. A strong wind blew in his face, like a Category 12 typhoon;
At this moment, Qinghui suddenly smiled and showed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner in his hand to the Ghost King;
For a moment, everything was calm, and the Ghost King completely restrained himself. He put his arms around his shoulders, as if a little girl was suddenly frightened, and looked at Qinghui blankly. There was silence all around, and the scene of the previous typhoon disappeared in an instant.
"You, you killed him?" The Ghost King asked cautiously.
"Haha, yes!" Qinghui smiled and nodded: "It was during the time when you were trapped in the Bagua array by me!"
After saying that, Qinghui glanced at the ground, and some thin array fragments were thrown on the ground. Qinghui said regretfully: "It's a pity that I have an immortal-level treasure!"
"I, I can compensate!" the Ghost King said quickly.
"Okay!" Qinghui smiled and nodded: "Then I'll compensate you."
The Ghost King's face changed drastically, and he wanted to escape. Qinghui shook the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags slightly, and a strong suction force came out from the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags. The Ghost King had no resistance, and his body was twisted and deformed, like smoke, and the silk
Threads were sucked into the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags.
The core of the Ghost King is held in the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners. It is impossible for it to escape. Now that the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags are controlled by Qinghui, it only takes one thought to directly shatter the Ghost King's core and kill the Ghost King. No matter where the Ghost King escapes to the end of the world,
Qinghui can take back the Ghost King with just one thought;
"Qinghui, with this ghost king as a support, I will be able to walk around the world alone in the future, so I can rest assured as a teacher!" The old monk smiled at Qinghui.
"Thank you so much, Master, for your help, otherwise Qinghui would not be where she is today!" Qinghui said respectfully.
"Haha, okay, let's clean up here and continue on our way!" The old monk said: "If you want to cultivate the "Nirvana Ghost Control", you must climb the Infinite Peak and pass the test before you can truly cultivate it.
Mendao-level skills!"
Qinghui's heart was filled with heat. This was a Dao-level skill. Only Baimai Sect could possess a Dao-level skill. In other words, only about a hundred sects could possess a Dao-level skill. People with a background like his
It is simply a fantasy for a weak sect to obtain the Dao-level skills. However, I did not expect that in this secret realm of the Dao, I would actually get clues to the Dao-level skills. This is why Qinghui is willing to worship this old monk as his disciple.
teacher’s reasons.
"This is a Dao-level skill. If I can obtain it, my sect will also have the opportunity to compete for the position of the Hundred Meridians in the future!" Qinghui thought to himself.
After the master and apprentice buried all the corpses in the small fishing village, burned the corpse of the demon cultivator, and eliminated the remaining demonic energy, they continued to fly in the direction of the Infinite Peak.