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what's the situation?
Qin Yang was a little puzzled.
In fact, the most puzzling thing is not to use the corpse-touching skill, but to find out my own corpse-touching skill and turn it into another skill.
The most puzzling thing is why he can still use his skills now.
If it wasn't for the fact that his heart stopped beating and he didn't need to breathe, he could even clearly feel that he could no longer continue to practice and absorb spiritual energy.
He even felt that it was false to save himself even if he was not dead.
From a human-shaped battery that can be recharged and continuously tempered to become stronger, it has become a dry battery that uses a little less power and is discarded when it is used up.
It is indeed the most intuitive sign that a boss is stepping into death.
Before he knew it, he had also become a big boss.
Thoughts were flying, Qin Yang stared at Bai Lin at his feet, thought for a long time, and then stretched out his right hand.
After all, the same icon on the left hand is likely to be the opposite force to Chaodu.
? To display skills, super speed.
In an instant, a dazzling brilliance bloomed, and distorted spirits flew out of Bai Lin's body one by one. The negative aura on their bodies quickly dissipated, turning into pure white spirits, flying away into the sky.
The spirit erupted for a full stick of incense, and when the last spirit turned into a phantom and disappeared into the sky, only Bai Lin's body remained.
The corpse touching skill didn't respond, but the imprint on his left hand still had a response.
Dragging one of Bai Lin's legs, he was about to drag him out a little bit. This was the core place where he used the full picture silence at that time, and the remaining power might still be a bit too strong.
Pull away to see if Bai Lin can still be resurrected.
After all, if you can't touch the corpse, it proves that the guy is not dead yet.
After walking a few steps, Qin Yang stopped again.
He continued to stare at Bai Lin's body and fell into deep thought.
No, this bastard dug his own grave!
I, Qin Youde, have been contributing to the cause of funerals all my life, so that many people can have a place to rest after death, so that their corpses will not be exposed to the wilderness, but after their death, they will be dug up.
This feud has grown.
Moreover, now that he has become a dry battery, he uses a little less power, if Bai Lin can be resurrected, if he can still use secret magic powers, wouldn't he still have to fight him?
After thinking about it, Qin Yang dragged Bai Lin's body back to his own grave.
With a thought, he cast this new skill with no name and no instruction manual.
A golden radiance emerged, covering his whole body, and the palm was phantom, slowly raised.
I saw Bai Lin's head recovering rapidly, his seemingly extinguished fire of vitality was ignited again.
Seeing Bai Lin's breath recovering, and his eyelids fluttering open, Qin Yang was both surprised and delighted.
"It turned out to be an immortal hero!"
Bai Lin slowly opened his eyes, and following the phantom of the raised palm, lifted from his body, a little golden light also appeared, and Qin Yang held it in his hand.
A little bit of golden light in the palm, scurrying left and right, like a trapped flying insect, looking for a way out.
But this is the place where the remaining power is the strongest. That point seems to be quite strong, and it contains a mysterious and infinite golden light, which is really as powerless as a small flying insect.
Qin Yang looked at the little golden light in his palm, the more he looked at it, the more confused he became.
Bai Lin got up, his eyes glazed over, with an expression of lovelessness, just stood there blankly.
Qin Yang ignored Bai Lin, held the golden light in his hand, and walked out.
After walking a certain distance, after the suppressing force was slightly reduced, there were bursts of chanting sounds in that golden light.
The golden dao pattern and runes slowly spread out, as if some strong man woke up inside.
Qin Yang's face turned cold.
This breath comes from the gods again.
Moreover, he understood the chanting sound.
"Taiyi."
In the ancient heaven, there are ancient gods with honorable titles.
The more you walk outward, the stronger the power of the golden light overflowing in your palm.
Qin Yang can feel that this golden light is going to the main peak of Mount Kui, the center of Mount Kui.
Qin Yang retracted his steps and retreated to the place where the suppression was strongest.
Looking at Bai Lin who is still in a daze and loveless.
"Tell me, this isThere, he couldn't accept such a thing.
He can accept that he is dead, and he can even accept that he can no longer absorb spiritual energy, and cannot use exercises to refine spiritual energy to improve his cultivation.
The only thing that is unacceptable is that the memories of his life, the past experiences, are gradually fading and dissipating, bit by bit.
He no longer remembers what it was like when he first came to this world and survived the catastrophe for the first time.
His strongest desire now is to leave everything behind, good and bad, everything.
When this thought arose, Qin Yang looked to the north.
He was guided.
In front of my eyes, there seemed to be a dead world, a dead beach, and gray-black waves, slowly beating against the shore.
The illusion dissipated in an instant.
However, Qin Yang understood that he needed to go there in order to keep what he didn't want to lose.
That's where he belongs.
The world of death where the cemetery of Minghuang is located.
Standing up, Qin Yang cheered up, no matter what, he was finally able to find something to do.
Otherwise, after death, the whole person will be useless.
"Ugly Chicken, let's go, we're leaving."
"what?"
"If I want to leave this time, I may never come back again. Since I have been here, left traces, and care about those traces so much, let's say goodbye seriously.
It just so happens that after this, no one will be able to dig my grave.
There is still a process that should be there.
I want to give myself a funeral. "
Qin Yang walked out of Kuishan. Along the way, when he saw someone fall, he would go up to save him, or continue to experiment with new skills.
Constantly developing new skills, he still hopes that the new skills are reverse superpowers.
However, the results of the experiment were far from satisfactory.
Sometimes, the effect is similar to that of supernatural power, but once in a while, it actually revives people.
That person was only a Lingtai cultivation base, and he didn't look like anything special, Qin Yang couldn't understand it.
After a month.
The news spread all over the world.
The ghost captain, the world's richest man, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, the mastermind behind the new emperor's ascension to the throne, the disciple of Cui Laomo, the number one demon sect of the Southern Barbarians, the number one master of the demon sect in the world, and the Emperor Dayan with a word of flat shoulders ¡
There are other identities that have not been announced to the world, such as the young master of the Li nationality.
Qin Yang, Qin Youde.
Fallen.
Three months later, the funeral was held in Marble Mountains.
As for why Wuxingshan won the right to host, it is simply because Wuxingshan has a large number of people, a large site, and rich experience in hosting various large-scale gatherings.
In addition, his fists are big enough to hold the scene, and he is not an official of Shenchao, even those who don't want to have anything to do with Daying official can come here casually.
Most suitable.
As soon as the news came out, all parties moved.
Those who mattered and those who didn't matter, all started to rush to the Five Elements Mountain.
As the March period approached, Qin Yang sat on the cloud, watching the bustling Wuxing Mountain, and couldn't help sighing.
All these years have not been in vain, if the persona is maintained until after death, then this persona is more than just a persona, it is 100% sincere, who dares to object?
What is character, just look at the people who came to the funeral. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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