Cultivation Strategies Facial Paralyzed Junior Brother

Tan Yunwei looked around. In this place known as the underworld, the dark purple sky above his head was like an overturned sea. There were no stars, no moon, deep darkness, and the surroundings were full of dark mist.The river in front of me was alive, with fine waves churning layer upon layer. The mutilated corpses in the river drifted away after their performances, and the crying faded away, leaving only the Styx River surging.

He was contemplating, when he suddenly heard a scream from a distance, but the second half of the sound stopped abruptly, as if his neck had been cut off suddenly.

The cry was so shrill that the entire sky over the Styx River seemed to tremble, and the direction was actually the place where Zhuang Kuo and others were going.

Qin Yunwei stretched out his hand to pick up Han Bian and Erfeng, and moved them several miles away in a blink of an eye.

On the bank of the Styx River, dozens of men in green robes were being beaten by a group of men in black.The leader of the green-robed man was Yin Xuangan. The opponents were numerous and changed their formation silently. They kept throwing black spherical magic weapons at him. The attacks from Yin Xuangan and his subordinates disappeared like mud cows into the sea. Therefore, the left and the right have become a failure.

The ancestor of the Yan family was looking at the shore in a daze, but he was imprisoned by layers of restrictions, but he was squatting in the water and could not move.

Not far from the battle circle, a man in black armor stared at him coldly, who seemed to be the leader of the men in black.

Is this the ghost cultivators fighting among themselves?While the three of them were wondering, one of Yin Xuangan's subordinates suddenly got hit, and the black spherical magic weapon stuck to the corner of his clothes, and he couldn't get it off immediately. It turned into a cloud of dark red blood mist.

The person who was standing on the side of the formation chuckled a few times, and the blood fog drifted towards him involuntarily. His dark battle armor gave off a faint gleam, and a small blood-colored mouth opened on each scale at the same time, scrambling to absorb it. blood mist.There are thousands of small mouths all over the body, opening and closing, and they are constantly moving. Erfeng, who was watching the excitement not far away, suddenly "vomited", and felt dizzy and numb for a while.

Han Bian also thought it was disgusting, so he quickly covered his eyes with his hands, and tried to explain: "Don't stare. I heard that there is a kind of ghost cultivation, which is called ghost armor skill. This skill requires Eat the flesh and souls of living people. If you collect enough souls, you can refine them into ghost armor. After the armor is formed, the newly ingested souls are collected on the spot and become a new scale on the ghost armor, and the flesh and blood Moisturizing the ghost armor with the blood mist, the more living people and souls it swallows, the stronger the defense and attack functions of the ghost armor. The ghost armor on this ghost cultivator may have swallowed thousands of living people alive. "

Erfeng tremblingly said: "That big ghost lord has such disgusting subordinates, what's the use of being beautiful? No, Senior Brother Han, this shouldn't be the big ghost lord's subordinates, otherwise why would you be with me? Yin Sishen started fighting?"

Han Bian said: "Wait a while before making a conclusion. Even with the same master, sometimes the subordinates will inevitably fight openly and secretly."

In a short while, Yin Xuangan's subordinates lost more than ten people, all of them were turned into blood mist after being stained by the black skull, and their souls were directly taken away.The man in ghost armor saw that the other party was sure to be defeated. He chuckled again, turned around and stared at Yan Bingchen in the river, reached out and patted the ghost armor on his body, and said: "I'm full, let's work!"

Thousands of small mouths on the ghost armor opened together, each exhaling a wisp of black air, which wound around the restriction above the Styx River, and after a while, the three layers of restriction were melted.Shocked and then furious, Yin Xuangan flew towards him, his arms turned into several ghost stalks, and suddenly wrapped around the monk's body.The ghost cultivator turned and stared at him, the ghost armor suddenly flashed a dark red light, and the blood mist faintly enveloped the body, although the ghost sap li surrounded it, it stagnated three feet away from the body, and let out a small scream.

However, there are fewer and fewer subordinates behind Yin Xuangan. As the blood mist and souls are absorbed by the opponent one by one, the light on the ghost armor becomes brighter, and some thin branches of the ghost sapling gradually turn yellow and shrink.Yin Xuangan let out a snarl, and suddenly opened his mouth to spit out fresh blood, nourishing the magic weapon with his own blood essence, and the ghost sapling instantly swelled several feet, tangling into a cocoon, wrapping the opponent tightly.

The two people on this side were at loggerheads, but there were only seven or eight of his subordinates left in the struggle between the two sides, fighting stubbornly, Yin Xuangan took the time to shout: "Run away, go find Lao Meng!"

Those few ghost cultivators listened to the order, divided into four to cover the other three, and fled in the direction of Mengpo's soup restaurant in a gust of wind.Not a moment later, Granny Meng dashed forward wielding a dark green dragon-headed crutch, her hair drawing a snow-white arc in the air, followed by two subordinates, and shouted in a long voice: "Old Yin...hehehe... Old Yin..."

A strange feeling flashed in Yin Xuangan's heart, although the old woman was already old when she formed the ghost pill because she practiced too late, so her head was full of gray hair.But this person has always paid attention to appearance, otherwise he would not have been favored by Zhuang Kui and entrusted with important tasks. At this time, where does the messy hair come from?While commanding Gui Xueli to besiege his opponent, he asked in surprise, "Old woman, what are you laughing at?"

Meng Po said: "I'm used to laughing, ha ha ha... I can't help it... ha ha ha... things are not good..."

Before she finished her words, a sudden change occurred, and the dozen or so subordinates who followed closely behind threw out black skulls at the same time, and shot at the back of Granny Meng. Granny Meng yelled, and turned the dragon head crutch back into a faint green dragon Xing Zhenqi smashed towards him, but he couldn't avoid the opponent's method: "You kid, dare to pretend to be my old lady's subordinate to deceive me! Hehehe, where is my real subordinate?"

More than a dozen ghost cultivators were hit by the dragon-shaped true energy, lying on the ground twitching and twisting, trying to struggle to get up, Meng Po was stained by the black skull, but had already begun to melt into fog, she looked at herself in horror The body was gradually fogged, and before it was completely fogged, he stretched out his hand and tore off his white hair, turned it into a thousand silver needles and threw it over, piercing through the opponent's body in an instant, amidst the screams, more than a dozen ghost cultivators gradually turned into Dirty blood, flowing all over the place.After a while, even the dirty blood disappeared.Some ghost cultivators still carry a large number of souls on their bodies. At this time, they lose their bonds and have nothing to rely on, so they turn into wisps of black air and scatter in all directions.

Seeing this situation out of the corner of Yin Xuangan's eyes, his face was ashen. Waves of opponents behind him approached and attacked one after another. In front of him, his own ghost Xueli was still struggling with the ghost armor man. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore, he just felt With a flash in front of his eyes, the ghost stalk lily was broken and scattered in all directions. Yin Xuangan used the last point of his cultivation to place several layers of restraints by his side, and forced himself to send a sound transmission talisman to Zhuang Kui, but he could only say two words: " There is a change!"

The ghost armored man had already broken out of his cocoon. Seeing Yin Xuangan's distressed appearance, he beckoned and held back the sound transmission talisman, pinched it in his palm, rubbed it into a puff of green smoke, and said with a smile: "When you are about to die, you are still busy showing loyalty to your master." ? Don't worry, sooner or later he will have to become a piece of scales and stick it over. I can stick you two together, and when the time comes, we will be intimate and affectionate. What can we talk about? Hahaha, we just like you who cultivate the soul path Ghost friend, it's fresh and delicious! Hahahahaha...vomit!"

Yin Xuangan's cultivation has been exhausted by a great battle, and his colleague Meng Po has also fallen. In desperation, he could only close his eyes and wait for death, but suddenly he heard the other party's laughter being cut off alive, and immediately a powerful but unfamiliar true essence The air came over the face, and when it touched his body, he felt a burning sensation. He was shocked and fell seven or eight feet away. The cultivator stood there, tall and straight like a god, with a golden spear in his hand against the throat of the ghost armored man, and golden rays of light danced endlessly on the soul armor.

In this twilight environment, the sky is dark all the year round, and I have seen such radiant figures and magic weapons before, but I heard him say in a deep voice: "You have collected so many souls, this is not good, I will save them for you .”

He just informed the guy, not asking for advice, and he started to do it after speaking.The mana of the ghost armor was completely imprisoned, and his face was terrified: "My ghost armor, my ghost armor! The ghost armor I worked so hard to refine, why do you save me and not take off my clothes, ah ah ah ah !" Amid long screams, the ghost armor disintegrated little by little, and the scales turned into wisps of black air, gradually disappearing invisible.

The ghost armor man was stripped of his armor, his eyes were wide open and he struggled endlessly, but he couldn't break free from the range of Xi's gun, and gradually shrank into a dark soul, trembling and jumping under the golden light.His subordinates were quick to see the opportunity, and they had already hid far away at this time, and they scattered like birds and beasts when they saw this situation.

Tan Yunwei grabbed the soul and put it on his palm, then turned his head and asked, "Sishen Yin, can you use this thing?"

Yin Xuangan was stunned and said nothing, isn't this the one who sold the ancestor of the Yan family to him? Could it be that this sale also includes door-to-door follow-up services?After a while, he had a sudden realization, and hurriedly struggled to sit up: "If you don't need it, fellow daoist, just leave it to the old man." With great effort, he pulled out a soul-suppressing bag and handed it out.

Han Bian hurried over and then, Tan Yunwei put the soul together with the wrapped golden light, threw it back to Yin Xuangan, and asked, "Why are you fighting? Is it internal strife?"

Yin Xuangan said: "It's not internal strife." After he answered, he closed his lips and remained silent, his face changed several times, it seemed that he was struggling violently in his heart.Han Bian leaned over, knelt down and inquired eagerly: "Hey, I said that this underworld was created by you, right? It's so strange, such a new and unconventional thing, except for your glamorous, noble and charming big ghost." Lord, others may not be able to figure it out."

Yin Xuangan's face was a little embarrassed, but he still didn't say a word. Han Bian turned his head to gesture to Yan Bingchen in the water, and said with a smile, "We'll leave if you don't say anything. You are here by yourself, and you can see that you Qian Xin bought it. The goods?" Seeing that Yin Xuangan's old face was serious, but he still pretended to be dead, he snorted and stood up: "Junior brother, it seems that someone doesn't care about you saving him, let's go."

Qin Yunwei got up and left, Han Bian and Erfeng hurriedly followed.

Yin Xuangan sat on the ground in a daze, and suddenly turned to look at Yan Bingchen. Yan Bingchen was squatting in the central water of the Styx River. The Styx River water had already washed away part of his remnant soul, and he looked more and more sluggish.The three-layer restriction imposed by Zhuang Kuo above the Styx River has already been destroyed by two layers of ghost armor man. Although the remaining layer is still intact, if such an opponent comes again... In desperation, he extended his arms to the departing Tan Yunwei and the others. A bony paw came out: "Wait a minute, three! Listen to me."

Tan Yunwei turned around and looked at him upon hearing this.Yin Xuangan said: "This fellow Taoist, dare to ask, are you a Zen monk?"

Tan Yunwei said: "It is."

Yin Xuan felt a little embarrassed, hesitated for a while and said: "The so-called underworld is indeed... set up by our Hengyue Palace, but it is actually a separate space. Although the thousands of miles outside the Hengyue Palace are called Mingwei by the world environment, but the real twilight environment is actually here.”

Han Bian's eyes lit up when he heard this, and hurriedly ran back with Erfeng in a gust of wind, sandwiching Yin Xuangan from left to right, and urged, "Is it really an independent space? Tell me quickly, why do you want to separate the space?" How about transforming a space and pretending to be the underworld? Do you think it's fun?"

Yin Xuangan was coerced by the left and right, so he couldn't help but continue: "I think ghost cultivators are not as good as you Zen and Taoist cultivators. Many of them practice the ghost way because they have to. It's better for us to live the soul way, those who practice death The soul path itself is a strand of soul, first of all it has to gather energy to form, which took decades or even hundreds of years, far behind fellow Taoists. Secondly, in the process of cultivation, various available resources are also very rare. It is scarcity, and therefore the progress is extremely slow.

"The ancestors of our great ghost master led his subordinates and clansmen to this dark realm. They settled there for thousands of years without making any achievements, and then gradually declined. After the great ghost master took over the management of the dark realm, he searched through the classics and searched hard. It was only 60 years ago that I finally found this real dark world.

"This space is at the junction of yin and yang, and the yin qi is extremely strong. There is a steep and deep Luofeng mountain, surrounded by a river, and all kinds of extremely shady plants grow in it. The great ghost master made a great wish to build this place harmoniously. The underworld described in the book is exactly the same, creating a place that is really suitable for ghost cultivation. All ghost cultivators who join the dark realm can come here to practice. All the ghosts that are plundered to assist in cultivation are also placed here first to nourish and thrive Take advantage of it again.

"This plan is indeed feasible. In just a few decades, the Hengyue Palace has flourished again, and it is unique in the Mangshan ghost domain. It's just that he suffered a serious injury in the spinosa sea ten years ago. Although he brought a group of ghosts back, because of his body Injury, I haven’t been here in the past ten years, so something happened unexpectedly.”

Han Bian said: "The change you mentioned, do you mean that ghost armor man just now? Aren't you fighting among yourself?"

Yin Xuangan said: "This Weiwei Realm is unique to my Hengyue Palace. The group just now are all monks of the Blood Soul Dao. It is said that they are evil spirits who escaped from various gaps while taking advantage of the occasional turmoil in the underworld. They are vicious and vicious, but they are disgusting with me and others, and we have to avoid each other when we meet each other, but this time I don’t know why they mingled here.”

His old eyes scanned Tan Yunwei's body a few times: "I don't know why fellow Taoists followed me here, but what is your intention?"

Han Bian patted Er Feng on the shoulder, and introduced him generously: "I don't need to hide this from you. This is Feng Xiaoer, the younger brother of Fang Shaolian. He was worried about the young leader's safety, so he made a special trip to find him. The name Feng Xiaoer Although it sounds a little rough, but it is genuine. We all know the cause and effect, Yin Sishen can get up, why don't you go to your big ghost master and cry? After all, you have been beaten so badly as miserable."

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The name of the Liugong palace is taken from Tao Hongjing's "Zhengao" in the Southern Dynasty.