There was a storm outside, but inside Qingyuan Palace, it was calm and calm.
Xiao Changfeng had already returned to Qingyuan Palace, and as for the eighteen corpses, he had indeed released them.
This is a warning to the old bitch queen and other concubines in the palace.
Of course, it's just a warning.
Real revenge requires Xiao Changfeng to have enough strength to kill them one by one.
As for the Hydra, after devouring Lengfeng and Kuangtu, it had already transformed into a bracelet again and hung on Xiao Changfeng's wrist.
Hydra is an ancient evil god, and he has practiced the nine transformations of the true dragon. Not only can he be big or small, but he can't be discovered by others.
Even a strong man like Eunuch Hong, who is in the Imperial Martial Realm, is unable to discover its existence.
And at this time.
Xiao Changfeng had more important things to do.
"Whether there really is a ghost cultivator inheritance in this world, we will know everything!"
Xiao Changfeng sat cross-legged with bright eyes.
He reached out and touched the storage ring, and a yellow-skinned gourd suddenly appeared in his hand.
Last night, he relied on this yellow-skinned gourd to imprison the soul of the Demon Spirit Master.
Ever since the nightmare struck that night, Xiao Changfeng had been fully prepared to capture the Demon Spirit Master.
And this yellow-skinned gourd was specially prepared for the Demon Spirit Master.
"The soul-forbidden gourd is a top-grade magic weapon. It is made of a thousand-year-old abyss gourd, surrounded by eighteen soul-forbidden spiritual formations, and refined for seven days. It can absorb all ghosts and filthy things."
Xiao Changfeng was quite satisfied with the soul-forbidden gourd in his hand.
This magical weapon cost him a lot of thought.
However, being able to successfully capture the Demon Spirit Master this time is considered worthwhile.
"open!"
Xiao Changfeng patted it gently, and immediately the mouth of the gourd opened, and a thick black mist spurted out.
There is a vague figure in the black mist, with a weak breath and extremely weak.
It’s the Demon Spirit Master!
Whoosh!
As soon as the Demon Spirit Master was released, he turned into a black light and tried to escape.
However, when he approached the door, window and wall, a golden light emerged.
The terrible pressure seems to be his nemesis.
It caused pain all over his body, and he let out a scream, and the black mist on his body became much lighter.
Eight-door golden talisman array.
How could his body and soul be able to break it?
"Ninth Prince, let me go quickly, otherwise the Queen will never bypass you, and my master will definitely kill you!"
The Demon Spirit Master was full of ferocity. Seeing that he could not escape, he shouted angrily and tried to intimidate him.
However, Xiao Changfeng's expression remained the same.
"Master Demon Spirit, I will only ask you once to explain your origin and inheritance."
Xiao Changfeng's voice was calm, but it was like the dark wind from the underworld, making people feel chilled all over.
"Don't even think about it. If you catch me, you will definitely die without a burial place!"
The Demon Spirit Master roared and refused to agree at all.
In his opinion.
Although Xiao Changfeng has powerful spiritual consciousness, his own strength is insufficient.
If it weren't for that imperial martial realm spiritual beast, it would be impossible for him to defeat.
Therefore, he refused to accept it, and he believed that his master would definitely come to save him.
So the ferocity is revealed and there is no fear.
Seeing this, Xiao Changfeng said no more.
Whoosh!
With a flick of his finger, a ray of green light sank directly into the Demon Spirit Master's body.
"Ahhh!"
A shrill scream instantly came from the Demon Spirit Master's mouth.
painfully.
"Buddhist Secret Mantra: The Art of Eight Sufferings!"
Xiao Changfeng turned a deaf ear to the screams of the Demon Spirit Master.
His hands fell in the air, like a harp, stroking them gently and playing with his fingers.
Suddenly, a total of eight rays of green light submerged into the Demon Spirit Master's body.
There are eight sufferings in Buddhism: birth, old age, illness, death, not being able to get what you want, separation from love, meeting of resentment and hatred, and the overexertion of the five yin.
There is a saying in Buddhism that these eight sufferings are the sufferings of life.
Humans, gods, Buddhas and ghosts cannot escape.
This is an immortal technique that far exceeds heaven-level martial arts.
Although Xiao Changfeng was unable to display his true power, he could still simulate one or two points of aura.
Enough to deal with the Demon Master.
For a moment, shrill screams resounded throughout the Qingyuan Palace.
However, due to the eight-door locking golden talisman array, outsiders could not hear the sound.
"It's so painful. Kill me. If you can, just kill me!"
The voice of the Demon Spirit Master is like a night owl, roaring and roaring.
However, Xiao Changfeng didn't care.
"Concentrate my consciousness and explode!"
"How is it possible? My consciousness has no effect at all. I don't believe it. Come again!"
The Demon Spirit Master is struggling to his death.
"I...I can't do it anymore. Please, let me go. I will say anything!"
The Demon Spirit Master couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down to beg for mercy.
However, Xiao Changfeng seemed not to have heard of it.
"Ninth Prince, we will fight until death. Even if I turn into a ghost, I will come back to take revenge on you!"
The Demon Spirit Master is full of ferocity again.
"Master...Master, come and save me!"
The Demon Spirit Master again begged a certain being.
Hearing this, Xiao Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not stop.
The Demon Spirit Master tried his best, but facing Xiao Changfeng, it was completely useless.
He used all kinds of methods and said all kinds of words.
Xiao Changfeng was unmoved.
Gradually……
The voice of the Demon Spirit Master became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.
It seemed as if he had died in torture and pain.
But even so, Xiao Changfeng still did not stop, and the Eight Sufferings Art continued.
Three whole hours later, the Demon Spirit Master had been silent for a long time.
Only then did Xiao Changfeng stop.
At this time, the Demon Spirit Master in front of him,
His whole body was translucent, and his breath was so weak that it was inaudible, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
If someone were here, I would never believe it.
This translucent appearance is like a wisp of smoke.
It turned out to be the demon master with a fierce reputation in Kyoto.
You know, this is an existence that claims to control ghosts and gods and kill people invisible.
It turned out to be like this.
It’s simply unimaginable!
"Who is your master?"
Xiao Changfeng finally spoke, and the first question went straight to the core.
The Demon Spirit Master actually has another master?
It seems that his curse skills and the skills to control ghosts and gods all come from this mysterious master.
Perhaps, this mysterious master is the true inheritor of ghost cultivation.
"I...my master is...a one-eyed troll!"
The Demon Spirit Master was completely convinced. He spoke extremely weakly and his voice was inaudible.xdw8
However, under Xiao Changfeng's consciousness, it was extremely clear.
One-eyed troll?
Xiao Changfeng is no stranger to this title.
This is the real ghost.
In the world of immortality cultivation, everyone works hard to cultivate and aspire to become an immortal.
As for ghost cultivators, they practice ghost cultivation to become immortals.
As for ghosts and gods, they are the names of ghost cultivators who have not survived the immortal tribulation.
If they were in the human race, this kind of person would be called a Sanxian.
Xiao Changfeng did not expect that in this world of warriors, he could meet a real ghost and god!
Buzz!
Just when the Demon Spirit Master revealed his master.
Located in the Duke Wei's Mansion, the single-story attic where the Demon Spirit Master lived suddenly emitted a huge black light.
This strange scene instantly attracted the attention of many people.