The cabin felt like a dead zone.
Several cold will-o'-wisps surrounded the four walls of the room, motionless. The cold will-o'-the-wisp burned silently, illuminating the entire room and making it eerily dark.
Qian Yunsheng sat on the bedside, and the greenish-white light and shadow illuminated by the green will-o'-the-wisp reflected on his face, highlighting his face that was as frozen as a knife.
There were several spiritual stones floating in front of him, as if there was an inexplicable power running inside them, causing these spiritual stones to float around him in some strange trajectory.
When these spiritual stones are running, they sometimes rotate rapidly, collide, and even make some irregular movements and tremors.
Whenever the spirit stone began to tremble, Qian Yunsheng's face would show a look of pain, showing the unrest when the tremor guided his body.
Around his body, a cold, icy aura was slowly flowing along his meridians. These cold breaths were like a knife, delicately and slowly moving along his meridians.
Most of the time, Qian Yunsheng used his spiritual power to skillfully wrap up this stroke, just like a comb combing his hair, cutting through and combing through the entangled veins.
But sometimes, when these entangled veins are extremely stubborn and even accidentally scratched by the cold breath, Qian Yunsheng will temporarily stop healing.
Although he had his eyes closed, his chest would suddenly sag, and then he would suck in his nose, and a stream of spiritual energy would float out of the spiritual stone floating outside his body and be sucked into his chest.
After the spiritual energy in these spiritual stones was sucked in, it first circled around his heart.
Then, the hot blood squeezed out from his heart quickly merged together and flowed along the veins that had been sorted out before, repairing the injuries caused by the cold breath on his meridians.
Part of the reason why Ghost Dao Kung Fu is called evil cultivation is because their Kung Fu techniques are too arrogant and domineering, but their cultivation progress is extremely fast.
For example, Qian Yunsheng's current cultivation method would never be used by a righteous monk.
This method can easily damage the meridians, although the cultivation speed is obviously faster. But those righteous monks would rather slowly warm up the meridians, and then use water-mill-like efforts to open up those depressed areas.
However, the rules of Ghost Dao Kung Fu are quite different. Like the one Qian Yunsheng holds, there are methods for repairing meridians. It is precisely because of this skill that Qian Yunsheng dares to be so domineering when performing the skill.
Just like this, between yin and yang, cold and hot, I don't know how many times it has passed. As Qian Yunsheng kept combing his own meridians, scratching, repairing, and scratching again... ..With his perseverance, he finally successfully ran a big week.
"Hoo~",
A week later, Qian Yunsheng finally opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes. Immediately afterwards, a breath of death flowed from his eyes, and his eyes revealed a scarlet color that was not normal for a normal person.
But soon, the scarlet color disappeared in his eyes and returned to normal.
"Come!"
After Qian Yunsheng finished his exercise, he began to clean up the room.
He waved to the vigilant will-o'-the-wisps, and the will-o'-the-wisps flew back into his body like birds flying into the forest, and the weird and cold atmosphere in the room also disappeared.
At the same time, he stretched out his palm and took a deep look at the fine dark blue lines in his palm. These lines are intertwined with the palm prints, like a coquettish and unusual pattern entangled between the meridians.
He carefully looked at the strange sight that had invaded his body, put his palms away expressionlessly, and stood up.
Over the years, since Nanman escaped, he has never settled down well. So much so that the injuries on his body became more serious, and even the meridians between his palms could be seen with dark blue patterns.
Qian Yunsheng knew that this was a sign that the death energy was eroding his body step by step. When these patterns that seem delicate now become as thick as a little finger, he will die without a burial place.
He rubbed his palms and chuckled. A ghost cultivator has long been doomed to spend his whole life hiding in corroded, filthy, dark, maggot-filled corners and watching the world coldly.
Death has long been as simple to them as drinking water and eating, so why would they take death to heart anymore.
But the scenes he experienced in Nanman still lingered in his heart. He couldn't help but recall the past when death was frozen on the blade and bones fell in the wilderness.
This was just like the blood in the cup and the tears in the plate. Everything he had experienced made Qian Yunsheng feel that life was like a fog that made it difficult to see the way forward.
He felt like a bald bird flapping its wings from the dead bones, its wings covered with ashes.
"Huh?" At this moment, a shadow suddenly broke into his consciousness from what seemed to be the deep sea.
"There's a situation!"
Qian Yunsheng put his thoughts away and released all his consciousness to cover the entire ship.
In his consciousness, the crew on the deck were shouting slogans vigorously. The weather is nice today and the crew members have happy smiles on their faces.
Each of them was naked from the waist up, and their arms were full of muscles, as if they had endless energy spurting out from the nooses in their hands.
While they were happily chanting a unique rhythm, under the command of the old captain whose skin was bronzed by the sun and sea breeze, they were trying their best to pull the fishing net out of the sea bit by bit.
Qian Yunsheng's consciousness followed the fishing net toward the sea. When he saw the shadow he had discovered before staring at the catch in the fishing net, he had an idea in his mind.
A cold smile appeared from the corner of his mouth, and he murmured softly: "After waiting for so many days, I finally got one."
He was not in a hurry to go out, but pulled out a tattered black flag. I saw that the black flag was dusty, with several big cracks on it, and even a section of the flag pole was broken.
If Qian Yunsheng hadn't taken it out of the storage bag cautiously, no one would have been willing to believe that this thing was a magic weapon even if it was thrown into the garbage pile.
After Qian Yunsheng took out the soul flag, he weighed it and said with a smile: "Don't worry, old man, I think I can feed you today!"
An unconscious wave came from the soul-stirring banner, just like a rhythmic message: "Hungry...want to eat...hungry...hungry..." .Want to eat..."
At this time, there was a burst of cheers on the deck, and it seemed that the catch was caught.
In Qian Yunsheng's consciousness, the shadow was getting closer and closer along the catch. Seeing this situation, Qian Yunsheng moved his hand and hid the soul-capturing flag in his sleeve, and floated towards the deck like a ghost.
On the deck, the old captain was looking at the catch with satisfaction. It's been three days, and it feels like good luck after arriving in the Bering Sea. The harvest in several consecutive days has to catch up with the harvest in the Yuewan Strait in 20 days.
This made him feel even more that he had come to the Bering Sea at the right time. With such a heavy net, it seemed like another good harvest.
With this in mind, he simply raised his voice and said to a monkey-like junior: "Er Gouzi, tell Lao Li in the kitchen to cook the meat porridge. Let's celebrate tonight. We have enough wine!"
After he shouted this, everyone cheered loudly, and the atmosphere became more enthusiastic for a while. I saw everyone opening the bulging fishing nets, and in an instant, the catch in the nets was spilled all over the ground.
The old man was about to instruct everyone to work harder and return the catch to the warehouse, when a figure like smoke floated to the old man's side silently.
"Master Immortal!" He saw clearly that Qian Yunsheng suddenly appeared next to him, and he quickly bowed respectfully.
Qian Yunsheng waved his hand, and the shadow in his consciousness had begun to circle around the ship.
He frowned and looked at the catches all over the ground. It seemed that it was too late to enter the warehouse. He said decisively: "Ring the bell, something is coming!"
The old man felt a shiver in his heart. He had not encountered any monsters on this smooth journey. Unexpectedly, the monsters followed him as soon as he caught the fish and before he had time to put it into the warehouse.
Qian Yunsheng seemed to understand the old man's thoughts, and said with a faint smile: "I'm afraid it was the harvest of our boat that attracted it."
After hearing Qian Yunsheng's words, the old man had no luck and immediately rang the bronze bell "dang, dang, dang".
All the busy people felt nervous when they heard the sound of the bell, and hurriedly hid according to the plan.
After seeing everyone, including the old man, hiding in the cabin and the deck completely empty of people, Qian Yunsheng took out the Soul Capturing Flag, inserted it behind him, and stood high on the bow of the ship.
After a while, I felt a "boom". Without a person at the helm, the ship can only drift randomly with the waves, as if it suddenly hit a rock.
The ship staggered, and countless fish that had been put on the deck were poured into the sea again.
Qian Yunsheng stood at the bow of the boat, watching all this coldly, completely indifferent. The shadow under the boat seemed to feel that it could not overturn such a ship with its own strength, and a thick tentacle came up from the side of the boat.
"It seems to be Zhang Yao!"
Qian Yunsheng had an idea when he saw the tentacles, which were as thick as a human thigh and the layered, soft suckers clustered together on them.
He was not in a hurry to attack, but with a flick, two dark purple seeds as big as half a fist were thrown to the ground, and they shrank into the deck after a while.
The two vines that had retracted into the deck stretched out countless tentacles and penetrated around along the gaps in the deck. If you give these vines enough time, even the entire fishing boat can be wrapped in these thin vines.
There was another "boom".
Probably sensing the smell of fresh food on the deck, or being attracted by the richer smell of food in the cabin, Zhang Yao jumped out of the sea using the tentacles already attached to the ship.
Qian Yunsheng took a closer look and saw that the monster in front of him was like a piece of flatbread spread out, with seven or eight tentacles scattered around the flatbread.
In the middle of the pie is a big mouth, which is enjoying the food rolled up by all the tentacles and sending it to the mouth non-stop.
Qian Yunsheng looked at Zhang Yao who was lying on the deck and munching food as if there was no one around. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: "It is indeed a second-level monster. It seems that I finally met him today." good luck."
At the same time, a half-grown man hiding in the mezzanine of the cabin did not know whether it was because of nervousness or crowding, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on his nose.
He poked another companion next to him in the lower ribs with his elbow, and asked worriedly: "Do you think this Master Immortal can do it? He won't be eaten by monsters, right?"
The one who was poked in the ribs by his elbow said in a low voice: "Pull him down, be careful not to let the old man hear you, I will punish you by not eating tonight!"
Then he stretched out his bare feet. Regardless of the boy's disgust, he waved it in front of him and said proudly: "See, it's all good. Have you ever seen such an ability in the past immortal masters?"
"Boom~"
There was another violent crash, and the ship's hull shook much more than before. It began to shake and shake, shaking everyone who was unprepared in the mezzanine of the small cabin.
Qian Yunsheng stood on the bow of the boat, paying no attention to the shaking, but focused on staring at the demon.
In the air, Zhang Yao slowly climbed up. The strong salty smell, mixed with the smell of juice flowing from the body of the bitten sea fish, hit Qian Yunsheng's nasal cavity.
The unconscious "hungry" fluctuations continued to come from the soul-capturing flag behind him.
Qian Yunsheng patted the flag behind him to signal it to calm down and look at the prey in front of him that he was bound to win.
The Zhang Yao in front of him seemed to be continuing to eat and drink without any scruples, but his two rolling eyes revealed his true heart.
"It's waiting for me to come to the door so it can deliver the killing blow."
After understanding Zhang Yao's little thoughts, Qian Yunsheng's calm face showed a cold smile, as if he was watching the fish that had fallen into the oil pan still jumping around in its last futile struggle.
Generally speaking, beasts tend to gain a certain amount of wisdom after becoming monsters. However, except for transformed monsters, the intelligence of ordinary monsters is still not enough in front of humans.
It thinks that it is well disguised, unlike those of its kind who are stupid enough to only sneak into human fishing nets. But what they don't understand is that such a straightforward strategy is as pure as a piece of white paper in front of humans.
Zhang Yao retracted an outstretched tentacle, and the seven or eight struggling sea fish that were sucked on the tentacle's suction cup were easily sent into its big mouth like a skewer.
"Crunch, crunch~"
Just like eating the most delicious food, Zhang Yao awkwardly teased Qian Yunsheng's nerves with his most relishing expression.
Qian Yunsheng recalled the days when he was in the Southern Wilderness and was surrounded by monsters all the time.
At that time, the monsters surrounding them, as if they wanted to crush them and ravage them without even leaving any bones, had the same expression.
He touched his face and suppressed all the trembling and palpitating memories and emotions that were hidden deep in his memory and almost engraved into his soul.
Qian Yunsheng closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing. The darkness of that moment when he closed his eyes completely calmed him down, and he even felt a little intoxicated.
As he closed his eyes, his consciousness was opened. This made Qian Yunsheng feel that the world had become quieter and purer.
The sea breeze flapped the sails, the fish were flapping and struggling on the deck, and the vines released by themselves were silently swimming towards the gaps in the deck...
In an instant, it was as if his delicate touch was extended, and all those small feelings gathered together, making Qian Yunsheng tremble.
In his consciousness, Zhang Yao became impatient.
Probably seeing Qian Yunsheng's delay in moving, he closed his eyes again, causing his limited IQ to quickly consume his little patience.
It probably couldn't understand whether Qian Yunsheng's action of closing his eyes was a sign of surrender or a provocation.
In its shallow dictionary, in the long years of fighting in the sea, there should be only death, destruction, surrender... Such simple words are obviously not enough to deal with such a complicated situation.
Qian Yunsheng sneered, in Nanman, death is the master of everything!
The monsters there are obviously more insidious, cruel and terrifying. In the long process of fighting against humans, those sneak attacks, traps, sieges, and tricks...
Those killing techniques that should be exclusive to humans are even used by monsters so skillfully that killing, the flower of darkness, has long been sublimated into an art. If you can't adapt, no matter how strong you are, you won't be able to survive in Nanman.
Compared with the monsters of the Southern Barbarians, the monsters of the East China Sea are obviously too cute.
In Qian Yunsheng's consciousness, the vines sneaking from the deck were already in place. They are like high-spirited soldiers, one by one extending their javelin-like heads and pointing at the prey with their gleaming blades, waiting for the master's order at any time.
Zhang Yao finally began to wait impatiently. It probably determined that the reason why the other party closed his eyes was that he was frightened by it and could only close his eyes and wait for death.
Therefore, it felt that as long as it moved its body, it could completely erase the obstructive creature in front of it from the world.
"It's now!"
Qian Yunsheng suddenly opened his eyes, and when he patted the soul-capturing flag behind him, a heart-stopping breath almost seemed like the most desperate and pure aura of evil, sinful, tortured and exiled people flowing out from under the Nine Netherworld. It flowed out from the black flag.
At that moment, even the old man who was hiding in the cabin tightened his blanket and muttered: "Why is it so cold today?"
Zhang Yao became even more irritable, and he also felt an aura that made him feel very uncomfortable, but he didn't understand the reason at all. Subconsciously, it wants to destroy this aura.
Seeing Zhang Yao's performance, Qian Yunsheng shook his head. The Soul-Captivating Banner was still too weak. If it were the Soul-Captivating Banner in its heyday, as a magic weapon, I am afraid that the aura revealed in this way could directly suppress such a little demon and dare not move.
But now, even if the breath of the Soul Capture Banner is fully activated, it still cannot suppress the restlessness of the little demon, but instead makes it even more manic.
Qian Yunsheng ignored Zhang Yao's reaction and focused all his attention in front of him.
His body began to stretch, and his soft movements allowed him to dodge in as many directions as possible. My experience in Nanman taught me that patience and escape are definitely the two most important qualities for survival.
When facing a powerful monster, fighting to the death is definitely the last option. Countless life and death experiences told him that people with such stupid ideas would eventually become food for monsters.
You can only use every method to increase your advantage, even if it is detours, escape... Even if you are like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, once you seize the opportunity to win, you must use your full strength!
Qian Yunsheng's spirit was highly tense, and he carefully controlled every muscle, just like the state before a volcano erupted, ready to deliver the most powerful blow at any time.
He held a spiritual knife in his hand, while his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yao's softest and most deadly part.
Zhang Yao also started to move, all its tentacles retracted, and its round head was pushed up by the tentacles, like a big pie being lifted up.
Watching Zhang Yao move in front of him, Qian Yunsheng felt like a calm hunter, waiting for the best opportunity to hunt.
At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the Southern Barbarians, that confidence, that killing, and that belief all returned to his body...
He even felt that with such a high degree of concentration, even the smallest changes in his surroundings could be reflected in his mind.
Zhang Yao suddenly felt a danger. It was an instinctive reaction and a throbbing in his soul, as if the opponent in front of him who made him feel uncomfortable suddenly became ferocious.
It shrank suddenly, and several tentacles curled up first. Immediately afterwards, these tentacles flicked hard, ejecting Zhang Yao's huge body like a cannonball, and slammed into Qian Yunsheng's position.
Under its body, those benchmark-like vines surged out one after another, almost losing sight of its opponent.
Qian Yunsheng's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Well done!"
He did not regret that those vines did not attack Zhang Yao just now. In fact, this was also one of his tactics.
Because there are not many methods he can use now. Apart from the vines, the main ones are the spiritual tool knife in his hand and the first-level spiritual tool wind-chasing boots on his feet. The other thing is the magic weapon Soul Capturing Banner behind him. .
However, since spiritual tools have no suppressive effect on monsters, only magic weapons can have a deterrent effect on low-level monsters. But now, the Soul Capturing Banner as a magic weapon is still too tattered and can hardly give Qian Yunsheng any help.
When facing Zhang Yao, the most important method is to rely on the spiritual tool knife in his hand to win with one blow.
Therefore, he first used the aura of the Soul-Capturing Banner to attract Zhang Yao's attention. In addition to making it angrily reveal its flaws, he also attracted it not to slip into the sea.
After all, for Qian Yunsheng, ending the battle on the ship is the most ideal result.
All that's left is to arouse Zhang Yao's emotions so that he can find his flaw and win with one blow. Therefore, those javelin-like vines originally harassed Zhang Yao's method of action.
Now it seems that Zhang Yao has indeed acted according to his own ideas. It suddenly hit Qian Yunsheng, and even at the moment it flew out, its huge tentacles stretched out to cover almost half of the entire ship, trying to wrap up Qian Yunsheng.
Qian Yunsheng watched Zhang Yao fly over coldly. He was so focused that he even turned a deaf ear to Zhang Yao's ferocious appearance with teeth and claws showing and had no influence at all.
At this time, the entire battlefield seemed to be in his heart.
He knew that once the trap he set worked, the battle might end in a flash. On the other hand, if Zhang Yao escapes from the trap, he will probably escape from the boat and be unable to catch up with him.
This is also Qian Yunsheng's fighting experience in the Southern Barbarians. Facing these cunning monsters, he must do everything well in every detail.
"one two three......"
As Qian Yunsheng counted silently, he felt Zhang Yao getting closer and closer. Like a piano string stretched to its extreme, Qian Yunsheng moved in a whoosh.
He watched Zhang Yao's body fall to the highest point and then quickly began to fall. When it was absolutely impossible to change his body, he suddenly flicked his slightly bent knees.
All the power in his body exploded. Following Zhang Yao's movements, his already adjusted body flew out without any hindrance. With a tap of his foot, the "agility" runes in the wind-chasing boots moved as he pleased.
He quickly pulled up, and when Zhang Yao was shocked, he stretched out his hand to grab a vine "growing" from a sail, and easily pulled it up again, avoiding Zhang Yao's fierce blow.
"Boom~"
Zhang Yao fell to the deck without any hindrance. The huge sound and the violent shaking of the hull showed Zhang Yao's destructive power.
Even its huge impact even broke the ship's plank that had been strengthened by the "strong" formation.
However, there was no joy in Zhang Yao's heart now. He only felt that he had lost track of his prey in an instant.
Before it landed on the deck and tried to adjust its movements, noose-like vines emerged one after another and wrapped around its body. It turns out that these are the two seeds dropped by Qian Yunsheng before, and they have long since turned into life-threatening chains.
These vines were deliberately placed around Qian Yunsheng. He wanted to lure Zhang Yao to attack him, so that the other party would fall into the trap that had been laid out for him.
These vines sprouted up like crazy, and dozens of vines wrapped around Zhang Yao's sides.
Different from Zhang Yao's fat tentacles, these vines were like thick steel wires, suddenly emerging from all angles and jamming Zhang Yao's body, tentacles, and head.
At this moment, Zhang Yao was struggling crazily. The tighter and tighter the hinge lock makes it feel like a fish entangled in aquatic plants. It seems that the more it struggles, the tighter it becomes.
This even gave it a hint of familiarity, as if it treated its prey in the same way.
So much so that when he was treated like this, the emotionless strangulation and tightening, the cold and cruel force, made him feel like he was facing a lifeless machine.
As time went on, the tighter and tighter fear suppressed its body, seeming to make it impossible to breathe. The strong fear made it struggle desperately; the instinct of survival made Zhang Yao explode with unprecedented strength.
Its huge tentacles contracted, and the powerful suckers and muscles on the tentacles began to rotate inward inch by inch, just like a beast struggling before death. Qian Yunsheng watched Zhang Yao start to pull up the vine inch by inch. Those branches were torn to pieces.
"Hmph!" Qian Yunsheng snorted coldly and said to himself: "Since I have trapped you in a trap, how can I let you leave easily?"
He pointed lightly, and while Zhang Yao was still struggling hard with the vines beneath him, the broken soul-capturing flag was tremblingly sent to the sky above Zhang Yao.
Qian Yunsheng sighed, the Soul Capturing Banner is really too broken now! He didn't dare to let Zhang Yao hit or hit a point. Therefore, I would rather make things a little more complicated, but make sure to let Zhang Yao fall into the trap he set before using the soul-capturing flag.
Zhang Yao probably felt something. The thing that made him feel disgusted and frightened was quickly approaching him. It felt like food in a cage was about to be thrown into a group of crocodiles.
This made it even more manic. Although its body was tightly entangled, the power it burst out was far greater than any time before.
However, these were of no use. To be safe, Qian Yunsheng flicked two more seeds when the vines entangled Zhang Yao. These two seeds had already erupted under his urging, and together they tightly entangled Zhang Yao.
Soon, the Soul Capturing Flag flew to the top of Zhang Yao. It was like opening an eye that was deeper than the night, or like a bolt of lightning coming from the dark clouds. A wisp of cold, green aura suddenly fell down and covered Zhang Yao's body. .
The moment the quiet energy touched its body, Zhang Yao suddenly felt that his power began to drain away quickly.
It felt like I was starting to feel stuck in controlling my body, and even the command of my body became stiff and jerky, as if someone was trying to compete with me for my body.
"It's now!",
The fighting instinct made Qian Yunsheng take action quickly. He tiptoed first and paddled to Zhang Yao's side like a swimming fish. Immediately afterwards, all the spiritual energy in his body was poured into the spiritual tool knife without any reservation.
"Pfft~",
The blade with the "sharp" rune cut through the greasy skin and tough cartilage wrapped by the octopus without any hindrance, and then thrust in.
And then a burst of "raging flames" burst out, completely roasting the octopus's brain into a ball of burnt paste.
The Soul Capturing Flag, which was already trembling with all its strength and almost unable to control the pulling force, suddenly felt that it had lost its resistance, and an extremely mini transparent chapter demon's soul was sucked out of its body.
The soul of Zhang Yao, who was in transparent form, was sucked out without understanding the situation in confusion, and then was quickly sucked in by the soul-absorbing flag.
After absorbing Zhang Yao's soul, the Soul Capturing Flag seemed to have made an extremely small movement, and the quiet light shrank and quickly dimmed again. As if his appearance had not changed, Qian Yunsheng took it in his hand.
Qian Yunsheng held the fallen Soul-Captivating Flag, looked at it over and over again, shook his head and said to himself:
"The soul-capturing banner, the soul-capturing banner, I really don't know how many more souls I need to feed you to make you fully recover!"
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