Thin as a skeleton, a snow-white ghost stretched out its hand to a Beaulieu Stone Pillar beside it.
The Beaulieu carved on the Beaulieu Stone Pillar immediately opened its mouth and spit out a scroll of bamboo slips that seemed to be about to rot.
The white ghost gently stroked the bamboo slip, and after a long while, he threw it out. Panlong swallowed the bamboo slip again and turned it into a motionless stone sculpture on the stone pillar.
The white ghost raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to pass through the bottom layer, through the secret realm, looking at the Nether Holy Sect above the ghost pit, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.
"The Nether Holy Sect"
After a long time, the white ghost laughed.
"I don't know how many of my old friends are still alive. It's best for all of them to die, especially Lord Sanshen. It's best to die completely and quietly."
The white ghost took a step forward, and three-inch-wide black handcuffs suddenly appeared on his wrists, ankles, and neck. The black chains connected to the handcuffs stretched all the way to the throne behind him.
The white ghost didn't take it seriously, and walked forward step by step. A few cracks slowly appeared on the chain, and with the sound of "clicking", the chain collapsed and dissipated.
However, just when all the chains were broken, his back was flickering with black light, and a black chain as thick as an arm extended from his back, sinking into the throne behind.
The white ghost's advancing figure stopped abruptly.
The white ghost turned his head behind him and looked down at his back. His expression seemed a little surprised. His expression kept changing, irritable, ferocious, confused, depressed
Complicated emotions overflowed from his body continuously.
In an instant, the arm-thick chain swelled rapidly, all the way to the thickness of the calf.
The originally straight chain began to bend slowly, as if there was a huge weight tearing at the white ghost's body, causing him to slowly fall backwards.
The white ghost roared in a low voice, and white light began to shine on his body. However, the chain suddenly swelled to the thickness of his thighs, which seemed to be a huge weight. The body of the white ghost was torn, staggered, took two steps back, and sat down on his buttocks. on the throne.
At the same time, the chain extending from the back of his heart suddenly shattered, turning into a collar binding his limbs and neck again, and then disappeared without a sound.
The white ghost rested his right arm on the armrest of the throne, resting his cheek with his palm, his face full of helplessness.
"It's been so many years, why is it still there, it's really not quiet."
The white ghost glanced at the Shimen in front of him, stretched out a finger, and volleyed a little. Immediately, outside the Shimen, endless Yin Qi and ghost Qi frantically gathered, turned into a torrent, and poured into the suppressed body lying on the ground. inside the big ghost.
The big ghost trembled all over, and howled in pain, which turned into a suppressed low roar.
One of his missing arms and one leg is being regenerated rapidly. At the fault, the white ghost energy turns into foam and churns continuously.
At his level, the ghost body is no different from the physical body of a normal creature, and it will have many more powerful characteristics than the physical body of an ordinary monk.
For example, under normal circumstances, the injuries of the ghost body are completely negligible. It is easy to regenerate broken limbs, and the power runs through the whole body. It will be used faster than ordinary monks, and the explosion will be higher.
But this is just an ordinary situation. If it is directly taken away, it cannot be restored by ordinary methods. When a severed limb is reborn, it is more troublesome than ordinary monks. He cannot use the heavenly materials and earth treasures used by monks. .
His injury has already hurt the foundation. If he doesn't take back one arm and one leg, he is basically equivalent to half useless. It is impossible for him to beat the weakest opponent of the same level.
Now that the broken limb has been reborn, even if he has not fully recovered, he can still feel that his strength will be better than before.
But he was not happy at all, his heart was dark and full of despair.
This is not a reward, but a punishment.
A punishment that is worse than death.
Suffering severe injuries before, it is considered a semi-waste, at least there is still hope of recovery.
But now, his injury seems to have been recovered, and his strength has also skyrocketed.
? But this is to encourage the growth of seedlings.
After exhausting his background and potential, the door to promotion suddenly closed in front of him.
Even if the strength soars to the point where it has crossed the limit of the dharma form and entered the realm of the dharma body, this life is over.
After another 10,000 years, his natural accumulation will not allow him to make any progress.
No matter what kind of creature it is, it is not afraid of cultivatingAlready, I didn't arrive at all.
However, he has never seen a pure white ghost, even its power is white.
"Junior Qin Yang, do you know the surname of senior Gao?"
The white ghost ignored Qin Yang, and after looking around twice, a lantern made of white paper suddenly appeared in his hand, and the lantern exuded a pale and cold light.
The white ghost held the lantern, with a pale white light without any breath or power fluctuations, illuminating a nearby area.
The phantom outline of a portal slowly emerged in front of the white ghost.
The white ghost grinned and talked to himself.
"Come on, let's go and see for yourself, what's in your heart, and where are the freaks coming out."
The phantom of the portal gradually condenses into a round portal that is as black as ink. In the center is a thing like a rudder, surrounded by dense runes, plus some messy things that have never been seen before. past runes.
Qin Yang's heart suddenly skipped a beat. At first glance, this gate looks like a weird and thick treasury gate.
An inexplicable sense of crisis emerged in his heart. He didn't know what the other party was going to do, but he knew that it must be nothing good, and the other party definitely didn't want to chat with him.
Because of this white ghost, he simply ignored him.
Qin Yang flicked his fingers, and black thunder gushed out.
The projection of the white ghost stood in place, completely ignoring the black thunders, and the black thunders seemed to pass through the air without any reaction.
The white ghost looked at the door in a daze. He didn't know at least half of the runes on it. It was the kind of ignorance that he couldn't tell what kind of runes it belonged to.
He stepped forward, held the lantern in one hand, flexed his fingers in the other, and knocked lightly on the door three times.
In an instant, the circles of runes started to run automatically.
The sound of clicking and clicking continued to sound, as if the machine was running.
"Boom boom boom."
The white ghost knocked three times again, and the sound of the machine running continued.
The white ghost's expression became a little more dignified.
After he knocked three times again.
On the thick black door, something like a steering wheel turned automatically, and the door slowly opened.
"Boom"
Qin Yang's hands froze for a moment, and his consciousness was slightly in a trance.
A heartbeat sounded like thunder in his heart.
At this time, he finally felt the phantom of the door that was completely dark like the vault door.
is the door of his heart.
This weird white ghost knocked on the door of his heart!
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