The fifty-seventh chapter teacher ordered the jade
The wind and sand roared, and the yellow sand filled the sky. It seemed like there was only an endless desert left in the world.
Ji Yin walked against the wind and sand, and every step left a footprint on the fine and soft gravel, which was covered by the wind and sand in an instant.
He is the leader of the Jiyin Sect, and now almost no one dares to call him by his first name. The word Jiyin is just a rare name for him in the cultivation world, with a slight respect from his peers.
The rest of the cultivators in the world can only respectfully call him Jiyin Sect Master.
The wind and sand are so strong that they cover people's eyes.
Faintly, someone stood in the wind and sand, with long hair shaking violently in the wind.
It was a tall and thin young man, wearing a snow-white clothes that was incompatible with the yellow sand of the desert. He was standing in the wind and sand, looking at Jiyin with a smile.
Fu Jing Mubo looked at the figure in front of him with deep eyes, and Ji Yin walked over step by step. The passing wind and sand fell in front of him like an invisible wall, without any stain on his clothes.
"Master Yin's order...my son, long time no see..." A rare smile appeared on Jiyin's ancient and fair face.
80 years ago.
Master Yin was 5 years old and was playing with the son of the leader of the Soul Refining Sect. He cried because his cultivation was slightly inferior to the other's.
Ji Yin, who was chatting and laughing with the leader of the Soul Refining Sect and exchanging cups and glasses, became furious and fought with the leader of the Soul Refining Sect for three days and three nights. He finally killed the leader of the Soul Refining Sect and turned his son into a corpse puppet.
Then a war broke out between the two sects that shocked the cultivation world, and ended with the Soul Refining Sect's mountain gate being destroyed and the Jiyin Sect's leader making a fierce noise.
When Master Yin was 14 years old, he happened to see the beautiful Li Qingmei, a direct disciple of the head of the Lan Yue Sect, coming out of the world. He stepped forward and asked to have sex with a man, but Li Qingmei angrily reprimanded her.
Jiyin used the Ten Thousand Ghosts to Kill the Heaven Formation to seal off the mountain gate of Lan Yue Sect, and beheaded the leader and 19 elders of Lan Yue Sect. Finally, Lan Yue Sect presented Li Qingmei with both hands as a plaything ordered by Master Yin. Three days later, Li Qingmei
He was abandoned and killed by Yin Master Yu, and his bones were fed to the dogs.
As long as his son wants it, Jiyin will give it to him.
As one of the few great practitioners in the late stage of foundation building in the cultivation world, he has the qualification to say this.
"However, this thief..." Ji Yin raised his head, suppressed the smile on his face, and looked at the wind and sand in the sky.
Now, at this moment, the current Yin Master's life is the same as when he was 18 years old.
On that day, he was ambushed by three major cultivators of the righteous path. Even though he sacrificed the Underworld Ten Thousand Demon Banners, he used the secret technique of the ghost path to make one of the opponent's major cultivators die at the cost of serious injury.
However, his beloved son turned into a pool of blood before his eyes.
Master Yin smiled and stood in front of him. His black hair, which he once liked to caress most, was blowing in the wind.
But Ji Yin kept walking, and his white and bloodless fingers turned into sharp bloody claws silently, passing by Master Yin's life.
Then, at some point, there was a red heart in his hand. With a slight exertion, a ball of blood bloomed and scattered in the wind and sand.
Master Yin looked back at Ji Yin's back in disbelief. Complex emotions appeared on his face, like resentment and confusion. In the end, his body turned into a ball of yellow sand, which was covered by the strong wind layer by layer.
Peel off and eventually dissipate.
The gravel in the sky suddenly and eerily stopped, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, the endless desert suddenly disappeared, and there was a feeling of being down to earth under Jiyin's feet.
He raised his eyes lightly, and in front of him was a flat square of rocks. The world that had changed drastically in a very short period of time turned into a sharp visual contrast.
Ji Yin looked back and saw the neat stone stairs behind him going straight down. There was no end in sight, only white mist lingering.
"Ancient cultivators like to play with these old-fashioned illusions." Ji Yin was a little disdainful.
"Master Yin's fate? If he hadn't just transformed in front of me, I would have forgotten it."
But then, Ji Yin remembered something, and his eyes showed a soft color.
24 years ago, Yin Shiyu was born.
I don’t know whether it’s due to the skill or some mysterious cause and effect, but the ghost cultivators have few heirs, so Ji Yin takes the Yin Master Jade as his sustenance.
He gave Yin Shiyu more things than his brother who died sixty years ago.
It is widely rumored in the cultivation world that Yin Shiyu is more ruthless and willing to kill than his brother.
But so what, as long as Yin Shiyu wants something, something, or someone, he can only give it to you with both hands.
In the outside world, you are a saint of a certain sect. In front of Yin Shiyu, you can just play with and throw away the flesh and blood that the wild ghosts eat.
Because Jiyin Sect is one of the thirty-three sects in the world of cultivation.
Ji Yin's doting on Master Yin's jade makes the cultivators change their expressions when they hear it.
But he may be able to make the older generation of cultivators in the cultivation world worry about implication and revenge, while the younger generation of cultivators are young and energetic, and do things regardless of the consequences, but Ji Yin still can't let go.
"Shi Yu, my son. What I still can't let go of as a father is that I can only give you an Eight-Line Ghost Realm Dao Fruit. Shui Yunyao beat you to the punch, just because you ate the rare Nine-Line Ghost Realm Dao Fruit.
So that you can communicate with high-level ghosts and spirits. When I search for the ruins of ancient immortals, I will find a way to make up for this and let you stand at the pinnacle of the future cultivation world."
The warmth on Ji Yin's face slowly disappeared, and he was about to walk forward when he was inexplicably startled.
His pale hands trembled and he took out a lifelike little man from his arms who didn't know what materials to put together. However, he saw that the little man was like a deflated rubber ball, slowly shriveling up.
"ah……"
The extremely dark face without a trace of wrinkles was trembling.
If there are any monks who know Ji Yin here, they will definitely be very surprised that this cruel and murderous demon giant would actually show such an extremely sad expression.
It is very difficult to find a voice under extreme grief.
"Who, who..."
Ji Yin's throat trembled and he murmured in his mouth, but his hands kept changing the techniques. A body covered in black mist steamed up, and the soul that looked like himself suddenly turned into a stream of lightning and escaped into the body of the villain.
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The great cultivator, whose ferocious power shocked the entire cultivation world, abandoned his body in a strange and dangerous ruins, and his soul left his body.
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"Bronze coffin and son's tomb, if you don't have a strong character, don't go forward."
Walking in the gloomy and dark corridor, Wang Chen kept thinking about the few lines of small words he saw on the door of this mausoleum not long ago.
If the map in his hand hadn't indicated that this place was an ancient tomb ruins, the fairy-like lampstands and beautiful buildings in the square would have made Wang Chen certain that this was a palace built underground by some powerful person.
Jiazifen means a tomb with zombies. In the world of tomb robbers, it is a warning from the seniors to the younger ones. The crooked font also proves that the person who wrote it did not read enough poetry.
But in the world of cultivation, there are not many monsters lower than zombies, so these two lines of words with a strong warning meaning do not have much meaning to cultivators.
"Wang Chen."
Xiaoyao pointed at the Qinggang sword floating in front and suddenly called out.
The Qinggang sword emits a misty green light, and is controlled by Wang Chen using sword techniques, and it looks like a lantern.
I think if you put this Qinggang sword on your head, it might shine farther.
After saying this, Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, as if he was waiting for a joke.
Wang Chen scratched his head in frustration.
His hair was completely burned in the explosion of three fire bolts, and even the divine armor became tattered and he lost all his spiritual power.
Now he has a bald head, a reflective one.
However, a bald head is still a living bald head after all, but Yin Shiyu is no longer a living Yin Shiyu.
After all, hair can grow back as long as you live.
"I'm afraid even his father wouldn't be able to recognize that he doesn't look human." Wang Chen thought inexplicably.