The dark gloomy stream is completely silent. Over the endless years, too much resentment, unwillingness, rage, and pain have accumulated here These negative emotions are spreading and spreading, casting a faint shadow on the hearts of the monks who enter. Those with a slightly shallow cultivation level, There was even shortness of breath. //¡¶¡·.com¡¶¡·Novel Network//
Qianye walked alone in front, not in a hurry. Under the powerful spiritual perception, the evil spirit here was like a dormant wild beast, as powerful as an abyss, solid and terrifying.
The fingers shook quietly in the sleeve, and the seventy -two golden light flashed suddenly, and the palm was intertwined into a miniature formation. Each horn had a light gold flow, and it was not leaked inside.
Forming a formation in the palm of the hand, using formation patterns carved in the palm of the hand, can gather spirits in a small way and kill enemies in a big way. It is a rather magical and profound technique that can only be performed by those who are highly accomplished in formation techniques. For Qianye, This is the simplest thing. He has inherited the formation path and has gone through ten years of hard training in the formation in the Demon Suppressing Prison. He has made a solid progress. As an formation master, his future is limitless.
Yin Ling evil spirit is a kind of ghost energy, which is of high quality. For non-ghost cultivators, if the evil spirit enters the body, it will damage the meridians and even risk destroying the foundation of the Tao. However, Qianye was not afraid because he relied on the divine flame of calamity training, which could refine the evil spirit, leaving only pure energy.
Suddenly, a vortex of air flow formed in the palm of his hand, like a giant whale opening its mouth to drink water, and a large amount of thick black Yin spirit evil energy penetrated into Qianye's palm.
Immediately afterwards, the calamity training divine flame burst out and gushes out happily. This divine flame was born from the soul fire. It devoured dark and obscure energy and grew stronger. It was not tolerated by the world. When Qianye was condensing the golden elixir, he accompanied him through the calamity and withstood the thunder. Baptism was almost wiped out by the catastrophe, and only a trace of its origin remained. It slept for a long time before regrouping, but it also received great benefits. The vicious violence contained in the ghost aura was a great tonic for it.
The tempered ghost energy was pure and cold. After being inhaled into the body, it immediately rushed into the meridians of the whole body. Different from absorbing and refining the spiritual energy, the coldness of the ghost energy emanating from the inside made Qianye shudder. Falling into the ice cellar.
As he inhaled more and more bone-chilling ghost energy, Chiba's body surface temperature began to drop rapidly, and the flow of blood gradually slowed down. Even his internal organs were soaked by this cold breath.
A black frost-cracked breath appeared on his eyebrows, hair tips, and corners of his clothes, and a biting and biting meaning came out of his body, making the people behind him pale in shock.
"Brother Ye, this cold evil spirit has entered his body!" Qin Zeyi immediately walked towards him with an ax in hand, wanting to help, but was stopped by Chen Qi.
"Hemostly wants to refine ghost energy, it's nothing serious."
When Qin Zeyi heard this, his thick eyebrows twitched, a look of disbelief appeared on his ferocious face, and after a long while he said, "Is Brother Ye a ghost cultivator?"
Chen Qi shook his head and looked at Qianye, whose aura was getting weaker and weaker. Admiration flashed through his eyes, "There are some unique techniques in the world of cultivation that can absorb and assimilate the energy that collides with one's own attributes, and finally use it for oneself, strengthening the cultivation." Because, I think he has this method"
"Oh?" Qin Zeyi was stunned. On the way here, he had received guidance from Qianye, and he had also seen the terrifying power of Qianye Golden Pill alone against the Ghost King, so he did not show much surprise. ("", watch the latest update of this book)
After a while, a blazing fire rushed out, and the coldness lingering on Qianye disappeared. He opened his eyes again, and a ray of coldness shot into the deep stream in the distance. He exhaled heavily, and wisps of The cold air leaves the body like threads, and the true energy in the body has no rejection of this pure ghost energy. They blend with each other and can be absorbed with confidence.
The beautiful woman walked to his side again with lotus steps, her eyes were as bright as water, and she smiled: "I didn't expect Mr. Ye to be able to absorb ghost energy. He does have the potential to become a ghost cultivator"
Hearing this, Qianye smiled, and stretched out the hand with the formation engraved on it. He had just absorbed a large amount of Yin spirit evil energy, and after using the secret method, it condensed into a dark ink-like mass. At first glance, It looks like ancient magic jade.
"Is this ghost jade?" Everyone was a little surprised. The condensation of ghost jade is produced in a place with strong ghost energy. According to the four grades of heaven, earth, black and yellow, the better the quality of the Yin acupoint, the greater the quality and quantity of ghost jade. In addition to being able to In addition to being used for cultivation, it can also be used to refine vicious magical weapons. However, the whereabouts of ghost cultivators have always been mysterious and cannot be found by ordinary people. In addition, the ghost caves in Yinshan Mountain are inexplicably dangerous and dangerous, so this object is very rare and precious.
Qianye shook his head and exerted force with his palm. The dark jade-colored block shattered with a sound, and the energy contained in it leaked out, stirring up a strong wind. Afterwards, Qianye distributed the broken pieces of ink in his hands to several people and told Haosheng to put them away.
"This is my formationThe condensed evil spirit of the Yin spirit can cover up the aura on the body and avoid the search of ordinary ghosts, but it cannot be done if the cultivation level is higher. "
Everyone took it in their hands and squeezed it gently, and lines like water waves spread out. The black and misty aura enveloped the body, covering up the aura on the body. It was very strange.
The four of them continued walking down. As they continued to go deeper, the light became darker and darker, and the road under their feet became steeper and steeper, making it difficult to walk. The cold breath whizzing out from the depths of the gloomy gorge rolled towards their faces. It's like the freezing wind of an ice sheet blowing on you.
They had traveled several miles, and the group encountered many ghosts and ghosts along the way. However, the ink jade block blocked the aura on their bodies and blended in with the ghostly aura around them. They were not discovered, which saved them a lot of trouble. Fighting fiercely, unknowingly, he surpassed most of the monks who came in to search for treasures and coffins.
The soil on the ground gradually changed from hard to soft, and it felt like there was nowhere to exert force when stepping on it. The cold black turned into a gloomy gray, making it even more permeable.
"Crack!"
There was a sound of broken objects coming from behind. Several people quickly looked toward the source of the sound. When they saw Qin Zeyi kicking out a broken skull, they immediately understood the reason for the discoloration of the land.
The black and gray color on the ground is not the color of the soil and rock formations, but the color of corpses that have decayed into ash and soaked into the ground. There are some undecayed corpses remaining in the gray soil, exuding traces of death.
The four of them were all powerful monks and were not afraid. However, when they saw the endless gray-black land, they couldn't help but shudder. How many bones would have been needed to create such a scene.
They quickly thought that this place used to be an ancient battlefield. Countless strong men died here in the past. Their bones piled up and blood flowed into rivers. As time went by, the dead energy and corpse energy accumulated, and the ghost cultivation place of Gujiling was created. The origin of.
After walking for a long time, the gray-black soil still has not ended. From time to time, some ancient lumps that have not yet melted out from the thick ashes. They are of all ethnic groups and types. After being washed away by time, they are almost rotten, and they can be transformed into ashes with just a light touch. ash.
After walking for more than a hundred feet, the color of the land turned dark again. Occasionally, there were one or two corpses hidden in the ghostly aura. Under the erosion of the years, they could still remain intact. The strength of the owner of the bones in life was amazing. Awe.
"Where is this Corpse King's coffin? Why does it feel like it's getting more and more evil as we go" Qin Zeyi murmured while holding a sharp ax and moving forward cautiously.
When Qianye was learning formations, he came into contact with many large-scale spiritual veins, and even borrowed the super dragon veins from the Demon-Suppressing Land to trap and kill the giants of Dana. However, the pulse of the Yin point in front of him became more and more disturbing to him. I was shocked. I never expected that the lush green forest was full of life on the surface of the earth, but here it was already a dangerous and dangerous phenomenon. Yin and Yang, life and death, coexisted in one body. It was truly a miracle of nature.
"Huhu"
In the howling cold wind, hazy ghost figures floated out, very dim and almost transparent.
"Is this a ghost?" Looking at these ghosts wandering around, the beautiful woman couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"It's just some residual souls." Qin Zeyi raised the axe. The blood-stained axe seemed to have the effect of warding off evil spirits and exorcising ghosts. The ghosts fled away like frightened fish.
"careful!"
At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a green living creature flew out from the black rock formations at its feet like lightning. It made a sharp and harsh sound, passed through the thick darkness, and drew a dazzling green light in the air. He chased after the scattered ghost figures.
In an instant, everyone followed the light and saw a small beast with a shiny green body. Its fur was shiny and smooth, and its small green eyes were quite evil.
"Detention!"
Qianye's eyes were cold. After uttering a word, he quickly opened his palms, and seventy-two formations that had been engraved on his hands swept out, intertwined into a pale golden net, dazzling and bright, covering the direction. That little green light beast.
"Hiss!"
This golden net was so fast that it got close to the little beast in almost the blink of an eye. Then, with it as the center, it instantly wrapped around and shrunk, capturing the little beast in one fell swoop.
"Whoosh!"
Qianye made a move with his hand from a distance, and the little beast was pulled by the golden light and fell into his hand. However, the fluffy little guy waved his forelimbs viciously, trying to cut through the restraints with his curved claws.
"It's actually the Soul-Eating Marten." The beautiful woman was closer, and when she saw the full picture of the little beast, she was filled with surprises.
The soul-eating marten is a strange creature between a monster and a ghost. This little guy has keen vision and hearing, and is fast in action, but has low combat power and a cowardly temperament.It immediately hides and escapes at the slightest movement, which seems useless. However, this marten feeds on ghosts and ghosts. It has natural restraint against ghosts. It can easily defeat even ferocious ghosts. It is a rare beast in the world.
Chen Qi also walked up, and gently lifted the soul-eating marten's head with his slender fingers, revealing a dark brown stripe in the air.
"There is only one black streak, it should be in early childhood."
"That should be easier to tame than an adult monster." The beautiful woman said softly. This kind of spiritual beast is hard to come by, and it is even rarer to find one in its juvenile stage. It will be a big help when it grows up.
Qianye smiled, shook the little beast that was struggling desperately, and said in a vicious tone: "If you move again, I will steam you and drink wine."
The little guy seemed to know the meaning of Qianye's words, but he really didn't move anymore. His green eyes turned smoothly in a circle, showing a very human begging look, which made several people marvel.
"Have you ever seen a big coffin?" Chiba stared at the little guy and said, although his voice was not loud, there was a power that did not know how to refuse.
When the three of them heard this question, they immediately understood that this soul-devouring marten grew up in the gloomy stream, and maybe it knew something.
Sure enough, the little beast's eyes rolled a few times, and he thought of something. A look of fear appeared on his little face, as if he had some bad memories, but he still called out "Zhizhi" twice to express his affirmation.
Qianye smiled with satisfaction and took back the golden array that bound the Soul-Eating Marten into his palm.
"Then lead the way for us. If you try to escape, I'll really make you stew in wine."
The little guy was both frightened and afraid of this young monk who would make him drink if he disagreed. So after he fell to the ground and regained his freedom, he unexpectedly but reasonably did not run away. He just made a squeaking sound. As if in protest.
"Just bring it to the place where the coffin is. I'll keep you safe." As he said that, Qianye threw out an ink-colored pill. The Soul-Eating Marten jumped up high, grabbed it in his hand, and then threw it away. After putting it in the mouth, chewing it crunchily, a dark and sticky light emerged from it, and then quickly disappeared into the body.
After receiving some benefits, the Soul-Eating Marten rubbed its big fluffy tail on its face, called out to everyone twice, and ran towards the depths of the gloomy stream.