Shi Yingxue has a very interesting trait. She is often willing to consider problems from other people's perspectives.
Martin is not a person who likes to fight and kill. His dream is more like that of a mortal with ambition, rather than cultivating like Shi Yingxue.
Now was the best time for him to ask Martin to come find him. At least half a year would be wasted, and at most many years. What's more, this trip was very dangerous in the past, and life and death were uncertain. Even he and Ming Xiao were probably in danger.
Martin's cultivation was very shallow, and Shi Yingxue was not willing to let his friend take such a big risk.
So Shi Yingxue comforted Martin, saying that he was not very sinister and just told him to do his own thing well. She also joked that when she came back after her success, she hoped that Martin would become a rich man.
Forgot about myself, Brother Xue.
Martin thought about it again and again, and really felt that Shi Yingxue was right.
At the end of the day, Yingxue asked Martin if there was any way to pretend that he was a ghost cultivator. Martin said that he didn't know much about it and that he might need to check the books left to him by the upright disciples back then.
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Time has come half a year later in the blink of an eye.
The Ghost Cultivation Conference has begun.
The haggard Mingwu mingled among the many ghost cultivators and walked toward the town down the mountain like a zombie.
I don’t know what the reason behind this is for the master behind this. He said that he wanted to avoid certain people, but he actually held the ghost cultivator conference in such a town with many people.
But when Mingwu arrived, he was surprised.
I don’t know what kind of skills this city lord has, but he is able to build a black circular magic circle that blocks the sky and the sun outside such a large city. It is probably to use this to avoid the prying eyes of certain people.
And after seeing their little ghosts enter the town, Mingwu was even more shocked.
The once bustling city has now turned into a living hell.
A thick layer of black air enveloped the entire town, as if there were endless ghosts screaming around in the sky.
All living people have become walking corpses, just like toys that can be taken at will. Everywhere you look, you can see mortals walking sluggishly, or corpses that have been pinned to the ground by ghost cultivators to absorb souls.
Ming Wu suddenly felt afraid of the person behind him.
What is the reason?
What is the reason for this organizer to hold this conference, and the rewards given out are even better than the others. What is he trying to do?
Ming Wu does not believe that there are philanthropists among ghost cultivators. Everyone is the same person who will do whatever it takes to cultivate, and everything they do has a purpose. What is the purpose of the organizer?
Ming Wu suddenly shuddered.
He always felt like there were people looking at him from all directions, and when he looked carefully he seemed to see four or five pairs of unfamiliar eyes.
A strong exploration of spiritual consciousness came from the tallest nine-story pagoda in the city, and that place was the venue for today's ghost cultivator conference.
There were several other places that swept past him, as if they were lingering on his body.
Mingwu turned around suddenly and saw two people wearing hoods whose faces were invisible.
There was a man and a woman. The man was bloated and looked quite short, only the height of a normal female cultivator;
On the contrary, the woman was thin, tall and looked very capable.
The short, fat man is only at the sixth or seventh level of foundation building, and the tall female cultivator is only at the early stage of consecration.
Ming Wu himself is already a Golden Elixir Dzogchen ghost cultivator, but he is still trembling with fear. After all, as far as he knows, for the coveted rewards of this ghost cultivator conference, there is even a senior who is close to the Nascent Soul Dzogchen realm.
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Foundation building and consecration... If you come here in such a realm, isn't it a gift to others?
However, the more such guys, the better. After all, the more people like this, it means the greater his winning rate and the more stepping stones, he can guarantee that he can still make progress in the battle. After all, the organizer did not say no.
If you allow the death blow, the intention behind it is profound.
One foundation building and one consecration can also add a lot of cultivation to yourself.
The two of them were still talking to themselves. When they saw Mingwu looking over with gloomy eyes, they were a little confused, but they still held up their hands and said, "What does this senior want to see us doing?"
It was the female nun who spoke, and her voice was a little hoarse.
"It's nothing, I just hope you guys can cheer up later."
Mingwu smiled and said nothing. He turned around and grabbed a mortal who passed by him. He dug his nails into the man's head with a strong force, absorbing the vitality of the mortal.
At this time, Ming Wu finally felt that he still had a slight chance of winning. If he really couldn't take the lead, he would withdraw temporarily. The ghost souls absorbed by other ghost cultivators during the fight would be enough for him to make a lot of money.
Maybe there is a chance to achieve the perfection of the golden elixir and form the Nascent Soul in one fell swoop.
Mingwu smiled and left.
But the two men in black robes were still standing there, looking at Ming Wu's back thoughtfully.
These two people were none other than Shi Yingxue and Ming Xiao, who had been disguised and disguised with the magic weapon that Shi Yingxue had worked so hard to refine.
The two of them already knew from Martin how to pretend to be ghost cultivators. By sticking two strange-shaped ghost symbols on the back of their necks, they could create an illusion of ghostly aura surrounding their bodies, making others think they were ghost cultivators.
When entering the city, there is a ghost attendant at the door checking the tokens. If you have a token, you can enter. If you don't have a token, you will be killed directly by a sword light shot from the nine-story tower in the city.
This token is the parasite that contains my little devil.
Shi Yingxue happened to have the little fisherman ghost on her hand, and Ming Xiao also had Ming Wu's jar with the little ghost in his hand. Both of them successfully fooled the clumsy ghost waiter.
They have been here waiting for Mingwu for a long time and finally met Mingwu.
Ming Wu was much thinner than the last time he saw him. He had no energy. He looked like a skeleton wearing human skin. It was unknown what he was doing secretly.
The two have tried their best to change their appearance. For example, Shi Yingxue, who has always dressed in men's clothing, finally revealed her female appearance this time, while the plump Ming Xiao had to stuff herself with clothes and pretend to be a bloated woman.
Fat man.
In addition, both of them have an illusion magic treasure refined by Shi Yingxue, which is better than the one Gong Tingyu gave her originally, so it should not be seen through by others.
When the two of them saw Mingwu walking away, they followed him without leaving any trace.
Ming Wu walked all the way to the Nine-Storied Pagoda, as did Shi Yingxue and Ming Xiao. People who came here basically went in this direction, so Ming Wu didn't realize that he was being followed.
He killed another mortal on the way. Shi Yingxue and Ming Xiao entered the nine-story tower first. Just as Ming Wu came in, he was stopped by the ghost attendant.