Chapter 217: The Reincarnation Skill of a Plain Girl, the Record of Jade Planting in the Demon Fetus
Just hearing these words, Xie Duanyang laughed out loud.
"I also have some spiritual stones. I mainly heard that Senior Nangong practiced the "Plain Girl Reincarnation Skill", which is the most mysterious skill of the Hidden Moon Sect.
I want to take a look..."
After hearing "Plain Girl Reincarnation Kung Fu", Nangong Wan's pale face sank, and she couldn't help but press her hand to the storage bag.
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But it's a pity that she has already fought with the ghost spirit sect's pill-forming monks to lose both sides, and the sword energy she just sent out has already forcibly lifted the mana.
Now when I think about it even a little bit, I almost feel like fainting.
Taking a deep breath, Nangong Wan forcibly cheered up and took out a silk scroll from the storage bag.
"The Su Nu Samsara Gong can only be practiced by women, and it also has extremely strict requirements for spiritual qualifications.
Even if you can get it, it's useless. I have a copy of "Demon Fetus Jade Record" here, which is the supreme method of Hehuan Sect..."
Xie Duanyang remained silent, but Fu Lu Dao Bing took a few steps closer, his momentum suddenly increased, and his meaning was clearly expressed.
"Nangong Wan, just follow this fellow Taoist's request."
King Chan of the Ghost Spirit Sect died here, so Han Li naturally didn't want to wait long and wanted to end the matter as soon as possible.
What's more, seeing the situation of Xie Duanyang's action, he didn't dare to confirm that he could ensure that the two of them left safely with Nangong Wan as a burden.
This matter can be solved by using the magic formula.
Han Li thinks this business can be done.
"Nangong Wan is my cousin, and my name is Nangong Ping."
She glared at Han Li, but Nangong Wan finally listened to his opinion, put away the scroll, took out another jade slip, threw it to Xie Duanyang, and said coldly.
"It's okay if you have to get rid of this method today, but if you dare to leak it again.
I will try my best to take it back from you!"
Turning a deaf ear to Nangong Wan's threat, Xie Duanyang injected his spiritual consciousness into the jade slip and browsed through it quickly.
Then he put away the jade slips and said in a hoarse voice.
"Nangong Ping, how come I only heard that the Hidden Moon Sect only has one Dan-Jie Zhenren and no cousin who is also an elder?"
After saying that, without waiting for Nangong Wan's reply, Xie Duanyang laughed.
Release the bone relics, devour the remains of the corpse on the ground, pick up the magic weapon and storage bag together, and then walk away.
"Nangong...wan?"
Originally, when Han Li heard that the other party claimed to be Nangong Ping, he felt a little regretful and felt that he had saved the wrong person.
But after hearing Xie Duanyang's words again, he reacted quickly and asked with surprise.
Han Li didn't answer, Nangong Wan frowned and asked.
"I heard you called him 'Zhang Daoyou' just now. Did you know each other before?
The talisman you released just now seems to be very similar to his method?"
Han Li's expression became solemn, he pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said.
"It's hard to say.
That talisman was drawn for me by a descendant of the Zhang family from Spirit Beast Mountain who introduced me to someone else when I was in Jinguyuan.
It is said to be the untold secret of Wanmiao Temple. God knows whether it is true or not.
I felt vaguely weird at the beginning, and suspected that the two of them were actually performing the same performance, so they had never appeared at the same time.
That’s why I tried it out before, but I didn’t see anything.
Why did he suddenly enter the Ghost Spirit Sect again..."
Han Li was still deep in thought, while Nangong Wan next to him swayed slightly and fell toward the ground.
For a moment, Han Li didn't want to think about anything else. He hurriedly picked up Nangong Wan, set up the divine wind boat and fled away.
The young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect died here, and there was no telling when a large number of masters would come to kill him. He did not dare to stay here for a long time.
At the same time, the Tianluo Kingdom, which is tens of thousands of miles away from the Yue Kingdom, gathered.
In the quiet room full of spiritual energy, a stunning woman of about eighteen or nineteen years old was sitting cross-legged in meditation, practicing her magic power.
Suddenly.
An inexplicable feeling of sadness came through the air, and the girl suddenly opened her eyes, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and her breath became weak.
Ignoring her blood-stained clothes, the girl cheered up and clasped her hands uncertainly, a layer of blood spreading outside her body.
"The life and death curse has been broken. Could it be that something happened to Wang Chan?"
Yan Ruyan murmured to herself, her heart sinking as she thought of the biggest and only possibility.
Without thinking for too long, she made a quick decision, took out a small purple flag and waved it lightly.
The faint purple clouds and smoke shrouded it, and then gradually faded until they were invisible.
Then the Ziyun Flag, the family's most precious treasure, covered her body. Yan Ruyan did not hesitate anymore, stood on tiptoes, and left the quiet room lightly.
From the beginning to the end, the ban was not disturbed at all.
Xie Duanyang naturally doesn't know about things so far away, and his current situation is not very good.
According to his temperament, he had to confirm that Han Li had indeed left with the help of the ancient teleportation array before he could truly feel at ease.
But the bone relics on his body suddenly became restless.
The Golden Drum has been around for several months, and this object has been refined by Xie Duanyang to a level as good as Wang Chan's Blood River Flag.
And today, I devoured the flesh and blood souls of six foundation-building monks in a row, especially Queen Wang Chan.
The aura of the bone relics seems to have reached a certain limit, and the previous prohibition talisman can no longer easily seal it.
If Xie Duanyang hadn't decomposed part of his magic power, I'm afraid it would have broken out long ago.
However, in this way, he found the source of his previous change in temperament.
I'm afraid it's caused by the bone relics.
Although Xie Duanyang has been careful not to touch the blood river flag surrendered to Wang Chan, nor has he practiced the cruel spells in the "Wan Ling Sutra".
They just treat the bone relics as useless corpses and carry them along with them to strengthen and refine their essence.
But after all, this thing is a very dangerous thing, with its own sinister and vicious aura.
Coupled with the Qingyang Demonic Fire refined by Fire Crow.
After these days, it is inevitable that it will be tainted with some evil spirits.
If not, he would not have used the "painted skin" magic so easily before.
Not even thinking of getting close to Wang Chan, she would only stare at him from afar.
After all, this move was too risky and inconsistent with his original steady temperament.
But to put it another way, it was the plain evil energy in his body that prevented Wang Chan and the other ghost guards from feeling that there was anything wrong with him.
Fortunately, he found it early now and the problem is not too serious.
Xie Duanyang made up his mind.
After returning to a safe place, he immediately started a fire and used real fire to repeatedly temper the bone relics.
Thoroughly refine the evil spirits and other evil spirits inside, and then seal them away.
"Actually, if I hadn't practiced the "Gold Melting Technique", in fact, this thing would be nothing at all."
Xie Duanyang murmured to himself that he had only regarded "The Seven Kills of the White Tiger" as a superior sword technique, but in fact it was a complete set of military tactics.
There is no shortage of internal refining and external use.
The practice of ancient military strategists was very different from that of Buddhism and Taoism. They even used the evil spirit of warfare to temper the physical body and even the mind.
If he uses this, or the inheritance of the senior military strategist, as his basic skill, a little evil spirit will actually be the foundation for practice.