With a low cry, the middle-aged man in linen clothes pinched out a series of magic formulas with his hands. At the same time, the spiritual power in his body poured into the talisman in front of him like a flood. At this moment, the void was completely condensed by the soul of the two-winged lion beast.
The formed beast figure seemed to have received some kind of order. A pair of eyes without any emotion looked in the direction of the blood-robed man below, spread its wings, and leaned down.
"Roar!"
Feeling the terrifying pressure coming from the phantom of the lion beast, the blood-robed man's originally crazy and violent eyes seemed to regain a trace of clarity in an instant, but this clarity was quickly replaced by madness, and all the blood and energy gushed out from the whole body, and he was punched hard again
Blast out.
"Ahem"
Kong Laosan stroked his chest and looked at the ugly man in the distance with his eyes closed and his legs crossed, surrounded by a fragment of a magic weapon. Then he looked at the middle-aged man with a pale face and a linen shirt who tried his best to maintain his talisman. At this moment,
Kong Laosan really felt the shortcomings of his own background.
The beast soul, which was completely condensed from the soul, turned into a physical entity. The six-foot-long body gave people great oppression. Under one claw, it actually contained a huge power that was not inferior to that of the blood-robed man, and even had a slight upper hand.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Kong Laosan not only had no expression of joy on his face, but frowned unconsciously. The power of the Talisman Soldier was not only related to the refining materials, but also largely depended on the strength of the operator. Hopefully
Looking at the middle-aged man in linen shirt with a pale face and a shaky appearance in the distance, Kong Laosan pursed his lips. He rubbed the wind escape talisman hidden in the palm of his hand, and glanced at the ghost sword on his back, seeming to hesitate.
What are you wearing?
"Boy, if you have any backup plans, use them as soon as possible. If it's too late, the three of us will probably die here."
At this moment, the middle-aged man in Ma shirt, who had been trying his best to control the talisman soldiers, suddenly looked in the direction of Kong Laosan and spoke with some reluctance.
Kong Laosan tightened his palms and glanced at the beast shadow and the blood-robed man who were in a stalemate. His palms reached back and he had already grasped the handle of the knife. However, he suddenly thought of something at the next moment. His eyes moved and he loosened his palms without leaving any trace.
He coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his face looked like he had been seriously injured. He slowly shook his head, "If we had the means, how could we have waited until now. If there is no other way, we can only escape separately, and we can live and die according to our destiny.
Already."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man in Ma shirt moved his eyes, glanced at Kong Laosan up and down, nodded, seemed to believe what Kong Laosan said, and turned to look in the direction of the ugly man.
"Fifth Chou Brother, we come from the same Liuhe Sect and know each other well. Elder Luo has been close to you since you were young. If this assessment leaves you with any means, don't hide it anymore at this moment.
"
"snort."
After hearing this, the ugly man who had closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged man in a linen shirt. He seemed unwilling to say another word to the other person. He reluctantly stood up and mobilized his newly recovered spiritual power.
He poured all his energy into the green bamboo pieces in front of him, stared hard at the man in blood robes, and looked around. He was clearly preparing to find an opportunity to escape. Obviously, he no longer had any trump cards.
"You two, you have all heard the conversation between the blood-robed man and those Taoists just now. If you guessed correctly, they are all from the Later Zhou Dynasty. This blood-robed man is very likely to be carrying the secret treasure of Burning Sky Valley. If not,
If we kill it, our losses will be great this time. Now we have one last chance. We will take action together later, pour all our spiritual power into this talisman paper, and detonate this talisman soldier. If we can
If I am seriously injured or killed, the secret treasure belongs to me, and you two can take the rest, how about it?"
The middle-aged man in Ma shirt said secretly.
"I only want this person's soul and nothing else."
After hearing what the middle-aged Ma Shan said, Chou Wu in the distance said coldly, with great hatred in his tone. Kong Laosan also nodded, "If we can really kill him, the secret treasure of Fentian Valley will be returned to us."
You, I have no objection."
Seeing both of them nodding in agreement, the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up, and then his handprints changed. In the void, the two-winged lion beast that was originally six feet long suddenly shrank sharply. At the same time, the talisman in front of the middle-aged man's body suddenly shrank.
The gray light of the paper was strong, and a wave of interconnected souls spread from it.
"Take action!"
With a loud shout, the ugly five-hole old man, the three middle-aged men in hemp shirts, together, drew out the spiritual power in their bodies and poured it all into the talisman paper in front of them.
At this moment, the gray fluctuations on the talisman paper became extremely violent. However, within two breaths, the light yellow talisman paper seemed to be unable to withstand such majestic spiritual power and was torn apart. At the same time, there was a violent explosion from the soul.
Swinging up from in front of the three people, for a moment, the earth shook, the rocks turned into powder, and the ten thousand-year-old wood broke at the waist. Under this huge force, the flesh of the man in blood robes that bore the brunt collapsed and exploded into pieces of flesh.
With the protection of the fragments of the magic weapon, the three of them were fine. After everything around them calmed down, Chou Wu looked around, his eyes showing a little bit of blue and purple. After a while, he seemed to notice something. He took a few steps and came to a group of people to watch.
In front of the unknown part of the minced meat, he reached forward with his left palm, and the green light condensed, turning into a handprint the size of a head. He gently pulled it, and a dim light was pulled out from the minced meat. He looked at Kong Laosan.
The two glanced at each other, opened their mouths, and wanted to say something, but in the end they said nothing and left directly.
"Ahem, let's quickly search for the things on that person."
Seeing Chou Wu leaving so decisively, the middle-aged Ma Shan just glanced at him and ignored him. He turned his head, looked at Kong Laosan, coughed twice, and said directly.
Hearing this, Kong Laosan nodded, seemingly unaware of the strange color hidden deep in the middle-aged eyes of Ma Shan. He looked around, rummaging through the exploded pieces of meat, but
Within a quarter of an hour, a bottle of three-inch-long exquisite palace-shaped pottery about the size of half a palm, two old medicinal plants that were hundreds of years old, and several golden tickets from the secular world were placed in front of the two of them one by one.
"Little brother, do you know what kind of people can live long in the world of immortality?"
Just when Kong Laosan was looking at these things silently with a happy look on his face, the middle-aged man in a linen shirt beside him suddenly spoke, with a hint of ridicule in his voice that he had a chance to win.
"Oh? What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"
Hearing this, Kong Laosan turned his head and looked in the direction of the middle-aged Ma Shan. His tone was calm, but there was a strange look on his face.
"Today I will teach you a truth. Regardless of the secular world or the immortal world, if you want to live a long life, you must not be greedy."
At the same time as the voice fell, a ray of red light was already slashing in the direction of Kong Laosan, and almost in the blink of an eye, it was already approaching.
"Haha, this sentence is equally appropriate for fellow Taoists."
Kong Laosan didn't seem to be surprised. He grinned and showed his white teeth. At the same time as he retreated, the tungsten steel bracelet spun around and the shadow of the bracelet rose sharply, blocking the incoming blood-colored strange blade in front of him.
At the same time, the half-foot-long broken knife carried on his back fell into his hand, and he moved it without hesitation.
Generally speaking, ghost cultivation can be divided into two categories: one is a living being with a physical body who practices the ghost path skills to breathe out Yin Qi and embark on the ghost path; the other is a living being with a soul who, by chance, dies after his physical body dies.
By coincidence, the Yin Spirit Ghost Body was successfully cultivated.
The physical body belongs to Yang, and the soul belongs to Yin.
Generally speaking, few living beings with physical bodies will choose to embark on the path of ghosts unless they have no choice. It is not because the skills and secrets of ghosts are not powerful enough, nor because the inheritance of ghosts is rare. In fact, it belongs to the lineage of ghosts.
A lineage abandoned by heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth are natural, and yin and yang complement each other, both of which are indispensable. The ghost cultivator gathers yin and abandons yang, which is an extreme way of cultivation. In the process of cultivation, disasters are constant. Once the body unfortunately dies, it will completely return to heaven and earth, and there will be no chance of reincarnation and cultivation.
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However, there are no absolutes. According to the rumors in the world, the body of pure yin is born with both body and soul belonging to yin. Practicing ghost skills is twice the result with half the effort. However, this kind of physique is too rare. Once discovered, it will attract countless ghost cultivators to fight for it.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a body that attracts disasters.
Ghost weapons need to be driven by pure Yin Qi or the power of the original soul, and are usually used by ghost cultivators.
The broken knife in his hand is a ghost weapon. In terms of grade, it has reached the level of a magic weapon. It is on the same level as the green bamboo slices that Chou Wu sacrificed earlier. It can hurt people's souls. According to what Gui Yunzi said before
, this broken knife was his original possession. The refining material is somewhat special, and it seems to have great restraint on the Yin spirit soul.
However, it seems that it takes a lot of energy to activate this broken knife. Thinking of the consequences mentioned by Gui Yunzi, Kong Laosan only hesitated for a moment and then firmed up. At this moment of life and death crisis, naturally the life is more important than the origin.
The power of the soul surged out from between the eyebrows and poured towards the blade.
But the next moment, something unexpected happened to Kong Laosan. At the moment when the power of the original soul came into contact with the blade, the latter suddenly trembled, as if it was frightened, and struggled violently and trembled. The amplitude was so strong that it almost made the blade tremble.
Kong Laosan couldn't hold it firmly, so he had no choice but to hold it tightly with both hands.