Chapter 960 Reversing the ghost repair, ridiculous?
"Bingjie stepped into the ghost cultivation..." Zhang Wenyuan's eyes burst out with a gleam of light: "Do you know that in the secular world, and even in the world of cultivation, Yin and Yang are separated. If you want to reverse the ghost cultivation, you must open the gate of Yin, Ming and Ghost!"
"Not to mention that the ghost gate cannot be opened. Once it is opened, the evil spirits of the Yin and Underworld will flow into the human world, and the Yang world will turn into the Shura ghost realm!"
"Let's not talk about whether it can be done or not. I will not try it rashly no matter what!"
"Tang Xuantian, please don't talk about this matter again. I will stop any method that threatens the common people in the world. Don't push it further!"
This moment.
Zhang Wenyuan frowned, and even had some murderous intent.
Because Tang Ming’s proposal is so ridiculous! Once the Yin Ming Ghost Gate is opened, no one can predict the consequences. It may even cause the Yin and Yang realm to collapse, Yin evil to enter Yang, and the world to be in chaos! The chaos mentioned here is unprecedented.
Mo Tianhai was also frightened into a cold sweat and said quickly: "Mr. Tang, I understand your intention, but in such a crisis, I must not be so selfish as to put the world into danger with my own body.
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As he spoke, he kept winking at Tang Ming, telling him not to say this again.
What I just said is absolutely outrageous.
Not to mention Zhang Wenyuan, even Fan Zhongtian and others frowned after hearing this.
Who can open the door to the underworld?
Who dares to do it?
There is a slight difference.
This is a huge disaster unprecedented in history.
"Everyone, you have misunderstood me."
Tang Ming smiled bitterly: "My intention is not to open the gate of ghosts and ghosts. I am not stupid enough to do this in the secular world. Even a monk who is about to ascend in the Mahayana stage cannot open the gate between yin and yang."
The door that separates yin and yang, let alone Mahayana monks.
Even a strong person in the immortal world cannot do it.
"Reversal of ghost cultivation is not so much ghost cultivation as soul cultivation. For monks like us, the physical body and the soul are the foundation of the great road. The body is the ship and the soul is the spirit. Only by the cooperation of the two can we reach the other side."
"Ghost cultivation is actually to abandon the ship, enter the sea with the soul, and use the power of the soul to wander to the other shore."
"The results are the same, but the methods are different and the degree of danger is different."
Tang Ming explained solemnly: "My idea is to let Mr. Mo slow down the dissipation of the soul first, and then find a way to use the Soul-Eating Banner to simulate the Netherworld and take the opportunity to reverse it."
Talking room.
Tang Ming nodded.
Boom! The soul-eating flag behind him rose up in the storm, instantly covering a radius of 500 meters. There were gusts of sinister wind, ghosts roaring continuously, and dozens of ferocious ghosts floating in it.
"These fierce ghosts and evil spirits are all people who deserve to be killed. They are all sinful people and should not be pitied."
"When my cultivation level improves, I can refine the Soul-eating Banner again, and use other methods to sharpen Mr. Mo's soul. I should be able to reverse the ghost cultivation."
Tang Ming spoke in a solemn voice.
Zhang Wenyuan frowned and shouted coldly: "Even if your cultivation level improves, even if the level of the Soul-eating Banner goes up to a higher level, it still cannot reach the point of simulating the ghost realm."
"According to ancient books, in the ghost realm, the ghosts turned into the evil wind, and the strong evil wind turned into substance and condensed into the domain."
"To reach this point, the Soul-Eating Banner must at least kill millions of creatures."
"Tang Xuantian, don't fall into the path of evil!"
The sound was roaring and filled with supreme pressure.
Especially the huge golden dragon above the head, staring at the black dragon soul in the soul-eating flag, its eyes full of murderous intent.
The black dragon soul was lying in the corner, shivering and not daring to move.
Mo Tianhai, Fan Zhongtian, Zhang Tao and others kept winking at Tang Ming.
because.
They could feel that Zhang Wenyuan was really angry.
But Tang Ming's face remained as usual.
"I dare to ask the Great Heavenly Master, whether your previous rebuttal to Zhang Pingshan was true to your true intentions?"
"On the road of the world, evil spirits do not look at themselves, but at their deeds. I have also said that ghost cultivators can also protect their home and country and protect the common people. A well-known and upright person can also act rashly and cause harm to the world with a righteous deed."
"To give an inappropriate example, the strong men in the military are all killing talented people, and the killings are monstrous, but the ones they are killing are bad people. Should they be defined as evil just because they have monstrous murderous intentions?"
"A well-known and upright man who has attained Taoism kills innocent people indiscriminately for his own selfish desires. Can it be defined as justice just because of his noble status?"
"The origin of Taoism, what we look at is the origin, not the Taoism."
"The Tao and the Dharma have no spirit, and people's hearts are divided into good and evil. I kill evil people and arrest evil spirits to strengthen the Soul-Eating Banner. Even if I kill millions and hold millions of Soul-Eating Banners to protect my home and country, I am not an evil devil."
"This is the road!"
Tang Ming's eyes were bright.
The words he spoke were even more powerful.
"The origin of Taoism, look at the origin, not the Taoism!"
"Tao and Dharma have no spirit, and people's hearts are divided into good and evil..." These words slowly echoed between heaven and earth.
Like thunder piercing the ears.
Zhang Wenyuan's frown gradually relaxed.
"You dare to speak out and argue with me."
"You know, when I was still studying at Longhu Mountain, I was a master of Taoism. Within half a month, I went through the entire Taoist League and no one could debate with me."
Zhang Wenyuan burst into laughter.
The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed a little.
Tang Ming said calmly: "I'm just telling the truth. The Great Heavenly Master has an open mind, so he can naturally see through these debates."
"That's what you say, but you have to kill millions to give the Soul-Eating Banner enough ghost energy, and you're back to a dead end. Who can guarantee that all the people you kill are evil people?"
Zhang Wenyuan asked again: "Among millions of living beings, who in the past and present has dared to do this?"
"I'm just giving an example. I don't really want to kill millions of creatures, and I'm not a murderous maniac."
Accompanied by words.
Tang Ming pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and a strange green light suddenly flashed in his deep pupils.
"Qing Ming Creation Technique" is in full swing.
Boom! Rolling ghost energy erupted all over his body, he looked back at the Black Dragon Soul and shouted: "Use the source!"
"Roar..." The black dragon soul roared without confidence, huddled in the corner, raised the dragon's head tremblingly, and a cluster of weak ghost fire dragon breath burst out.
"Niezhan, why haven't I seen you so scared before?"
"Give me full power!"
Tang Ming cursed angrily.
Zhang Wenyuan looked over and waved his hand. The golden dragon above his head restrained its power.
The Black Dragon Soul breathed a sigh of relief, and then black mist surged all over his body - "Roar!"
Accompanied by the sky-shaking dragon's roar, all the black mist in the sky turned into raging hellfire.
Tang Ming's body was also filled with ghostly energy. With the blessing of the two, dozens of evil ghosts inside the Soul-Eating Banner suddenly surged in aura, emitting bursts of vast ghostly energy.
"Um?"
Zhang Wenyuan made a sound of surprise.
He looked at the Soul-Eating Banner below, his eyes shining brightly.
"boom!"
Tang Ming gritted his teeth, and the netherworld energy all over his body surged again. His pupils were filled with will-o'-the-wisps, and the will-o'-the-wisps spread along the underworld air. Within a radius of tens of meters, it was like a Shura ghostland! It lasted for ten full minutes.
Tang Ming's face turned a little pale before he restrained his skills.