The Ghost Ink Soul Resurrection Technique is the top secret skill of the Evil Ghost Path of Burying Ruins. Although the training process is full of hardships and dangers, once it is mastered, it is almost immortal, and it is strange and powerful.
The threshold for practicing the Ghost Mo Spirit Resurrection Technique is very high, which is why few people practice it. If you want to practice the Ghost Mo Spirit Resurrection Technique, you must first experience life and death, and struggle to get up on the edge of death before you can turn your physical body
Transformed into a black mist that changes in thousands of ways.
Although I don’t know why the withered old man from the Yiling Sect has mastered the unique skill of Burial Ruins, there is no doubt that the withered old man who has mastered the Ghost Ink Resurrection Technique can be called an invincible little strongman. As long as there is a trace of black mist, the withered old man’s
The soul can rely on it to escape.
Zhang Ruozhuo was able to recognize the Guimo Huiling Jue, and at the same time he also had some understanding of this technique. Naturally, he knew how powerful it was, so he used this method to inflict severe injuries on the withered old man.
Show the enemy weakness and lure them deeper.
Yes, this is an old fox.
"Even if I admit defeat today, junior, I will remember you!"
The withered old man said bitterly, and the already thin black mist began to shrink from the outside inward, completely exposing the thoughts in the withered old man's mind.
"The wind is tight, pulling and hooting——"
"I want to leave, but it's too late!"
Zhang Ruozhuo, whose true strength has been exposed, naturally cannot let the old man go easily. What is a secret that no one can know except himself.
What is made public can only be called news.
A series of white formations suddenly emerged from the void, like chains shuttled through the black mist, falling on the skull where the old man was living, as if they penetrated through without any hindrance, firmly binding the skull to the sky.
He was frozen in place, unable to move.
"What!"
The old man with withered bones was shocked. This skeleton was not simply condensed from black mist, but was made from ghost ink condensed by hundreds of millions of black mist.
The black mist is already formless and elusive; the ghost ink condensed from the black mist not only perfectly inherits the characteristics of the black mist, but also takes it to a new level in power and weirdness. Ordinary means are simply impossible to deal with it.
It does damage, let alone immobilizing it.
Zhang Ruozhuo was able to use the formation to fix it in the void, which shows that Zhang Ruozhuo's formation cultivation is not weaker than his own combat ability.
This is simply unimaginable!
"As my first opponent after the enlightenment of the formation, I will greet you well with the supreme formation that I have learned." A smile appeared on Zhang Ruozhuo's face, with a bit of cruelty and a bit of hatred.
The joy of being rewarded is about to come.
"You alone can understand the supreme formation? You are just trying to kill me, so stop dreaming!"
The skull has once again transformed into the body of the withered old man, and lines of formations extend from the void, passing through the major meridians and acupuncture points of the withered old man, nailing him firmly in the air.
At this time, the withered old man was showing some hysterical madness, and the black mist that filled the surrounding area was burning like firewood, with billowing black smoke rising into the sky.
But everything was in vain. The glowing white formations were like chains made of fine steel, motionless in the flames, and there was no movement at all.
"The Ghost Ink Soul Resurrection Technique is indeed said to be immortal, but you arrogantly placed all your soul on this ball of ghost ink. You can't blame others for seeking your own death."
Zhang Ruozhuo mocked the old man with bones while making magic seals with his hands. The pure spiritual energy flowed out from between his hands like a gurgling stream, and a faint chant sounded in the void, making people dream back to the ancient times.
"The ghosts in the sky return and lie down; the souls summoned by the reverse direction come back and rise..."
The long chanting seems to float slowly through the long river of time, with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, like the sound of the glorious Tao, flowing directly into the mind, leaving no room for resistance.
"Reverse Soul Summoning Formation, old man withered bones, you are on your way."
The chanting became louder and louder, and the originally motionless array pattern seemed to be stimulated. White lights shot out from the array pattern like barbs, piercing deeply into the body of the withered old man, making him unable to help himself.
Groaning in pain.
However, the change was not over yet. After the barbs were pierced into the ghost ink, they seemed to be greatly nourished and began to grow and grow crazily. After a while, they penetrated the skin and flesh of the old man with bones. This scene was simply horrible to watch.
The scream was swallowed back as soon as it came out of his throat. The old man's face was as old as dry bark, and his heavy breathing sounded from inside his body.
"You're nice, really nice, but you can't kill me."
A trace of ridicule flashed across the eyes of the old man with a skeleton, widened by pain and anger, as if he was mocking Zhang Ruozhuo's futility.
"See you again later, I will cut you into pieces, and Zhang Ruozhuo will be on the Dragon Tiger Peak!"
The low and hoarse voice of the withered old man sounded long and full of resentment and hatred, as if a ghost who died unjustly was cursing his opponent.
Zhang Ruozhuo's heart sank, and the seal in his hand changed again. A black energy suddenly rose from the white formations, like the veins of the human body slowly unfolding, dizzying the white formations into pitch black.
"It's futile to try to scatter one's soul. Just accept your death!"
But the situation did not ease. The body transformed by Gui Mo seemed to have been blown into too much gas, and it expanded rapidly, and even the array patterns that penetrated the meridians and acupuncture points of the withered old man also shifted their positions.
As if air was leaking due to over-expansion, bursts of black smoke rose from the condensed ghost ink, disappearing together with the souls attached to the dead bones.
"You are cruel."
Zhang Ruozhuo didn't expect that the withered old man could have such great determination. In order to survive, Gui Mo, who had dissipated his soul and condensed it hard, couldn't even be forced to condense it with the soul summoning array.
"I'm afraid he really does have part of his soul hiding in the black mist, otherwise he wouldn't be seeking death."
Zhang Ruozhuo frowned. This time the withered old man's vitality was severely damaged, and his soul was extremely damaged. Even if he survived by chance, he would have to linger for a long time, and he might need to sleep for a long time to replenish his vitality.
Overall, this battle was a great victory.
But the withered old man escaped after all, and escaped with the secret of Zhang Ruozhuo's true strength. Although Zhang Ruozhuo is not afraid of being exposed now, it is better to avoid troublesome things as much as possible.
At this time, the black fog that shrouded the surroundings had not completely dissipated, but when Zhang Ruozhuo had a headache, there was an explosion in the high sky, which attracted Zhang Ruozhuo's attention.
Looking up to the sky, a bright sword shadow flashed across the sky. The moment it passed, it seemed as if hundreds of millions of gods and demons were raising their swords at the same time, and a tragic momentum arose spontaneously.
However, high in the sky, the green-white palm with slender jade fingers was photographed leisurely, as if there was no sense of danger at all.
At the moment when the jade palm took the photo, one after another huge stars exploded in the jade palm, and then reorganized, and the cycle continued, never ending.
The shadow of the sword is bright. Under the cover of hundreds of millions of small swords, the brilliance of the empty sun is outshone by that sword shadow. On each small sword, there is a ferocious god and demon looking up to the sky and roaring.
The sword flies.
"bass!"
The swords and palms struck each other, just like a crack appeared on the jade palm, and finally a flaw appeared on the perfect work of art.
Zhang Ruozhuo, who has studied formations for many years, naturally knew what this meant. His body floating in the air suddenly tensed up, as if he was about to fall to the ground suddenly.
However, just as Zhang Ruozhuo turned his head up and down, he caught a glimpse of two people and a beast still unconscious above the auspicious clouds from the corner of his eye. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "That's it, take them and retreat quickly!"
At this time, the Tiantu Peak elder who was fighting with his opponent exclaimed, "The formation is about to self-destruct. Everyone, get out of here quickly!"
The sword demon's cultivation was indeed powerful, and the damaged formation was completely destroyed by him, split into two without anyone taking the lead.
The strange thing is that this formation diagram does not reveal spiritual energy and turn into mortal matter like ordinary formation diagrams. Instead, there is infinite spiritual energy boiling on the formation diagram, which has reached an uncontrollable point in just a few moments.
The sword demon who was in the most dangerous area was quick and agile. All the billions of small swords were gathered at his feet in an instant, forming a giant sword. The whole person controlled the giant sword and rushed straight from the sky to the ground like a surfer.
"Quickly retreat!" Seeing something bad, the beast messenger hurriedly warned.
The two sides who were still fighting fiercely took their weapons back into their hands without saying a word, and each of them used escape techniques or controlled spiritual weapons to rush towards the ground in unison.
At this time, there was a dull blasting sound from high in the sky, and a raging wave of spiritual energy swept down like a huge wave.
Various streams of light fell from the sky, causing the mortals on the ground to exclaim in surprise.
"Mom, mom, look, there are shooting stars in the sky!"
A child who looked like a porcelain doll pointed at the stream of light in the sky and shouted to the woman next to him.
"Really, make a wish now, it will be very effective."
The child clasped his hands together and made a wish in his heart: "I hope I can be a monk when I grow up, a powerful monk who can fly in the sky and escape the earth and do anything!"