Lord is the devil

As the name suggests, the art of transforming spirits is to use mana or energy to transform into an incarnation outside the body. The avatar transformed is generally the same as the main body, and can also be slightly tampered with. In fact, the main body is still in that coffin.

The land of the Nine Nethers is called the Underworld and the Eighteen Hells in the world, but in the eyes of the monks, it is called the Nine Nethers. The Nine Nethers do not produce creatures, and all things that can enter the Nine Nethers are dead things, and the inside is extremely dark. It is not suitable for cultivation, but there are always some exceptions, such as monks who practice crooked ways, or those who can maintain their minds after death and Taoism disappear, and survive unexpectedly, and then cultivate into this ghostly appearance, neither human nor ghost.

If the setting sun guessed correctly, the coffin contained a skeleton. The so-called Yin Yu was just transformed from a skeleton, but the skeleton was trained into jade bones by him without any impurities. No matter how strong your divine sense is, it will not be able to penetrate the materials used for reading, so no one has known Yin Yu's true face all these years.

It is also because he is too mysterious, those who have seen him either died, or did not show up at all, because he is also a genius, every time the setting sun rises to a level, he will also rise to a level, overwhelming him everywhere.

But Setting Yang didn't take it seriously at all, first, this Yin Yu was much older than him, and also practiced earlier than him, so he was not of the same generation.

Xiao Canyang claims to be invincible in his generation, which means that he is almost the same age as him, and his cultivation base is also on the same level. At this stage, he is invincible in his generation.

"Today is the night of the full moon, why don't you come out for a walk?" Setting Yang joked.

"Jie Jie..." Yin Yu made that terrifying voice again, as if bones were rubbing against each other, "You practice Buddhism, restrain me everywhere, and I can't use it well, and I can't get any advantage. It's better to have the ripening fruit of the day after tomorrow. How about a comparison at this time?"

"Brother Yin suggested, why not." Setting Yang didn't want to entangle too much, he wanted to adjust his situation to the highest level in the last two days.

"Okay, there will be a time later." There was a voice from the coffin, and then a puff of black smoke rolled up, and when the smoke cleared, there was no one in the distance.

Setting Yang stretched out his hand, opened his sleeve, revealing the hand that had just touched the coffin, and saw a black line spreading, piercing into the body of Setting Yang like a snake, dying.

Perhaps smelling the breath of death, Xuanyou, who had been drowsy in his arms, woke up. When he saw the black air on his wrist, he didn't even think about swallowing it. After swallowing it, he showed a satisfied expression. Rubbing against the setting sun affectionately, after a while it got into the setting sun's arms again, fell into a deep sleep, unconscious.

Setting Yang put down his sleeves and fell into deep thought. Not long after, he brought Xiao Canyang to a secret cave, guarded by Xiao Canyang, while he sat cross-legged by himself.

Xiao Canyang couldn't wait, and ran out after a while.

Two days passed quickly for the monks.

Canyang only felt that he was woken up just after he entered into samadhi. Xiao Canyang sat across from him and looked at him with his chin propped up, "Master, the sky is turning pale."

The setting sun opened his eyes, paid off his efforts, and walked out unhurriedly. Sure enough, he saw a smear of pale white in the sky, like the white belly of a fish.

At the same time, on the other side of the mountain, a young monk sat on a stone bench, holding a rag in his hand, and gently wiped the body of the man opposite him, first face, then neck, chest, all the way down , and the man who was rubbed by him didn't seem to feel anything at all, and his face was always expressionless. If you listen carefully, you can hear that he is not breathing, and you can also see that his eyes have never blinked.

It was almost done, the young monk put the rag into the stone basin next to him to clean it, and continued to wipe his body after cleaning.

"Feichen, you must not have imagined it. In the early years, I was still a poor boy. You were an immortal teacher who went home to visit relatives. I fell in love with you with just one glance, but it's a pity that you dismissed it. Look, I haven't got it yet." You, even if you can't get your heart, you can still get your body." The more he said, the happier he was smiling. "The longevity fruit is about to ripen, how about you fight side by side with me?"

The person sitting across from him remained silent, even his eyes remained unchanged, empty and lifeless.

The young monk didn't seem to be surprised at all, but just gently helped him tidy up his clothes, "Feichen, I didn't mean to turn you into a ghost corpse on purpose, who told you to be disobedient, if you say a soft word, I can't agree ?”

He was talking to himself, his eyes were gloomy, and after a while he suddenly restrained himself and chuckled, "Fei Chen, the sky is about to dawn, let's go too!"

By the endless river, a feminine-looking man squatted there, looking into the lake, his eyes full of affection, "Tell me, how can I get you?"

The people in the lake imitated his movements, their bright red lips opened and closed, and their feminine faces showed exactly the same expression as his.

"I want to hug you." The man stretched out his slender hand and went deep into the lake. The moment his fingertips touched the river water, the figure in the lake turned into a circle of waves, rippling away.

The man was furious, "Damn it, it's like this again."

He couldn't control his anger, and he struck out with a palm. He made a gap in the lake, and then quickly returned to it, but the waves were undulating and rippling endlessly, and could no longer condense into shape.

Unable to see his beloved, the man became flustered. He frowned and ran into the water suddenly, chasing the rippling waves, "Don't go, please, don't go."

The faster he ran, the faster the waves rose and fell, and finally left him. He stood in the lake, half of his body was buried by the lake water, and his even body curve was exposed by the clothes wet by the lake water.

He hugged his arms, feeling very sad, half of his wet hair was on his shoulders, and half of it fell into the water, like a picture of a beauty coming out of the bath.

He was extremely sad, but suddenly he saw a figure reflected on the calm lake surface, it was the person he liked, he put his arms around the person he liked, looked at him, he suddenly smiled, and the more he laughed, the more he laughed. Birds flew up from the branches of the trees that were so loud and reverberating.

"Uncle Master." Just when he was the happiest, a voice suddenly called him.

"What's the matter?" His expression changed in an instant, from the original satisfaction to the current snapping question.

"It's like this. The longevity fruit is about to ripen. Brothers, let me greet you so that you won't be late."

"Understood." Jun Wuxie lowered her arms, "I'll be there on time."

"Then I won't bother Master Uncle anymore, let's say goodbye."

"Wait!" Jun Wuxie suddenly stopped him.

He had just taken two steps and couldn't help but stop, sweating profusely. He had heard that Jun Wuxie was moody and would often destroy people without saying a word. Basically, no one dared to contact him, if not for the time was approaching Even if he was killed, he didn't dare to approach rashly.

"What did you see just now?" Jun Wuxie's voice had no ups and downs, no emotion could be heard, only a chill rushed from the soles of his feet into his heart.

"I didn't see anything." He was not an idiot, he understood what Jun Wuxie meant.At that moment just now, he felt Jun Wuxie's killing intent, so terrifying, he secretly clenched his hands tightly, but because of his status, status and strength, he was helpless.

"That's good." He felt the fiery eyes staring at him move away, and he couldn't help but relax. Fortunately, Jun Wuxie didn't kill him. Just as this thought was brewing in his stomach, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he looked down. I went there, but saw that there was a piece missing from my chest, which happened to be where the heart was, and the bright red heart inside disappeared, "You... mutilated... the same family..."

He only had time to say this before he fell to the ground with a bang, blood staining the ground.

Jun Wuxie squeezed the heart hard with his hands, and the heart that was still beating exploded with a bang, and blood splashed onto his face. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, with a sneer on his lips, "Same door? Demon Realm There are no fellow disciples, some are just the winners are kings, and the losers are bandits."

It was a forest, and there was a very big tree in the center, almost taller than the other trees. A man in a blue robe was standing on the branch. The branch was as thin as a thumb, but the man was standing there. Very stable, like a bird.

He has black hair draped behind his back and sides, and the other side is blocked by his hair, only half of his face is exposed, but that half of his face alone will fascinate a large number of men and women, I believe no one can see his appearance without losing his mind .

A gust of wind blew away the other half of his face that was blocking his face, revealing the withered and ugly part inside. This appearance was indescribably weird. Only half of his face was good, and the other half looked disfigured. I don’t know who it was So cruel, he was willing to leave traces on such a beautiful face.

"Ye Banku, you have committed many evils and killed my whole family. Your crime is unforgivable. Today I will take revenge on my family." Suddenly a voice interjected and said viciously.

He flew up and attacked from bottom to top. A sword was raised by him, and it passed through everything with a whoosh, and went straight to Ye Banku.

Ye Banku looked up at the sky without saying a word. After about half a breath, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and a suction force in the palm of his hand sucked the man who was shouting for revenge into his palm. The sword finally Arrived, and slammed into his master's chest, and his master convulsed and died.

The corpse fell below, entangled by countless tree roots, and dragged into the ground for digestion.

Ye Banku didn't even look at him during the whole process, he still stared at the sky, waiting patiently.

In a side hall of the Lihuo Palace, a man, regardless of gender, was wearing a peach blossom costume, with heavy makeup on his face, flipped up his long sleeves, and sang softly, "In that year, The street hurts, the rain thorns and the frost hits, the tiredness hurts, the footsteps are wrong, the tears shatter, the umbrella falls and the rain ends, look up at this moment when the frost and rain disappear, greedy for the long-term love in the world, how can you not care about you, and you will be lingering all your life ——" (This section is written by my friend Aqiu)

Swish!He didn't know where to conjure up a fan, swished it open, half covered his face, "Life is lingering—"

The last syllable is very long, with endless ups and downs.