It was still the miserable scene with the rustling wind.
Not long after, Chen Heng stopped in front of a ghost village and the clouds came down.
The market at the entrance of the village is still bustling with people carrying burdens, making mats, selling flowers, and blowing sugar.
On the meat table a few feet away, several more monks had been tied up. Their limbs were all bloody and removed, and their vitality was gone. It was obvious that they could not withstand the erosion of the turbid yin after being seriously injured, and their brains were damaged. Dead as hell.
The shirtless butcher ghost standing behind the meat case, his eyes were so hungry that they glowed green, and his foul-smelling saliva flowed down like a waterfall, and he couldn't stop it.
But that's it.
Faced with eating flesh and blood so close at hand, it still managed to endure it for some reason.
He just lowered his head and rubbed his hands together, mumbling to himself, until there were white bones between his palms.
Chen Heng looked at the group of stupid ghosts in front of him who had no intelligence and were like string puppets. He laughed in his heart, took a few steps forward and walked into them.
In an instant, a chilling yin energy enveloped his body.
For a moment, the ghosts who were originally ignorant and ignorant, like stick-headed puppets, all became animated for a moment, and they all looked ferociously.
But seeing that Chen Heng's body was also full of ghost energy, he quickly retracted it and continued to look like he was enjoying himself before.
Seeing this, Chen Heng slowly took out a small gilt copper bell from the Qiankun bag and shook it slightly.
It's not a crisp and clean sound.
The beads inside the bell hit the uneven wall of the bell and rolled around again, making a piercing sound that sounded like a rooster's crow or a woman's sharp cry.
The strange melody suddenly resounded throughout the ghost village.
The first to bear the brunt of this was the group of dirty ghosts at the market at the entrance of the village.
One after another, the ghosts turned their heads stiffly and turned around in unison, with expressions on their faces that looked like weeping, and were abnormally distorted.
Chen Heng did not stop and continued to ring the bell.
Finally, after three sounds, and with a roar of pain, the shirtless butcher next to the meat case was the first to kneel down and fall to the ground.
Bits and pieces.
Then another ghost kowtowed vigorously.
Until a few interest rates later.
There is no one who can still stand up...
"Shan Hu Gong."
Chen Heng heard the shouts of these evil ghosts in unison.
He smiled slightly and put the bell back into his sleeve.
This bell is called the Yupou bell.
According to Song Rupu's words, the reason why spirit ghosts like Miss Yue can control this group of ignorant ghosts is because they use a secret technique that does not belong to the ghost way.
It requires first refining the flesh and blood of a living person with a slow fire in a furnace, burning incantations, and refining it into a medicine man. Then, the medicine man is thrown out as bait and allowed to be eaten by these evil ghosts.
And the turbid ghost has an unopened spirit, so how can he recognize the hidden plot in it? Naturally, all comers are welcome.
In the blink of an eye, it was sold out.
Every time a Zhuogui eats a carefully refined medicine, the curse power in his body is like adding firewood to a hot cauldron, making it boil even more.
Often, after eating twenty or thirty medicine men, these ghosts will be manipulated and controlled by the curse power accumulated in their bodies, and become puppets on strings, only obeying orders.
The soul bell in Chen Heng's hand is the key to driving the evil ghosts to action.
As long as this object is attached with a little spiritual energy, it can be controlled freely, whether it is the ghost power of the ghost world, or the true energy and fetal breath of the orthodox immortal road.
If you want to find out, this is actually a heretical method that Shan Hugong got from nowhere. It is not a serious ghost magic. It is widely spread and has a great reputation.
After listening to Song Rupu's secret story, Chen Heng searched the belongings of Miss Yue and Ziying and found this thing.
Miss Yue's original intention of refining the soul bell and controlling the evil spirits was to organize them into an army and refine them into ghost soldiers and generals to protect the way, so that they could be used in battles.
As for searching for fresh monks' flesh and blood for Ziying and others to take to the mansion, it was just a matter of chance.
But Chen Heng had no intention of controlling this group of ghost soldiers.
Instead of relying on external forces, it is necessary to provide the medicine master with blood and food every month to stabilize the power of the spell, and there is no external force on the table.
Why not turn it into spiritual material and use it to support yourself!
"Kill yourself."
He spoke softly to a Zhuogui who was leaning on the ground and dressed as a salesman.
The turbid ghost struggled for a few breaths, and its slender body trembled like chaff.
Finally, he slowly stretched out his arms, hugged his head and twisted it like a top!
As a cavity of dirty blood sprayed out several feet high.
The ghost's body suddenly stiffened, and then it died.
puff--
A line of spiritual aura as thick as an arm floated out from it, and with a wave of Chen Heng's big sleeve, it was sucked into his acupoints. It rolled back and forth, feeling cold and relaxed for a while, as if it was soaked in a stream of water. In the clear mountain spring water.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on refining, supplemented by the Movement and Sound Thunder Guidance Technique. After a long while, he clapped his hands and sighed like a smile.
Although the turbid ghosts are ignorant in nature and are very different from the spiritual ghosts in terms of wisdom, they have not yet been separated from the nature of the turbid source. On the contrary, they are a blessing in disguise. The emptiness and silence will naturally change, and the two natures of yin and yang can be manipulated.
Generally speaking, compared to the spiritual ghosts who have developed spiritual intelligence, their abilities are still a bit deeper.
Otherwise, Miss Yue would not leave all the spirits and ghosts in the mansion alone. Instead, she would take great pains. She is both a medicine man and a soul bell master, trying to refine a group of ghosts that can be commanded by her arms. The ghost soldiers are coming.
And Chen Heng would not be cautious when he was chasing Yan Ping. He would use the Chao Huan Fan to test and use the Bokeh Condensation Technique to collect the Qi Machine.
If he directly forced his way in and caused these evil ghosts to swarm up, they would not even be able to please him and would end up in disgrace.
The spiritual aura of that turbid ghost just now was worth half a hundred talisman coins, which was better than the spiritual aura of nearly 80% of the ghosts he had swallowed today!
Compared with Miss Yue.
It’s just a little bit worse!
And in this ghost village, there are more than a hundred ghosts controlled by the Soul Bell?
Thinking about it this way, for Chen Heng, this abyss of earth is truly a blessed place for cultivation...
He followed the same method, but another evil ghost chose to kill himself after a few moments of hesitation.
The third head.
The fourth head.
The fifth head...
…
Come to the end.
An endless stream of spiritual breath poured from the corpse ghost into his body like the water of the Tianhe bursting its banks, without stopping for a moment.
And like this, no matter how long it took, Chen Heng finally felt the fullness spreading through the acupoints all over his body.
He used Taisu Jade Body's Mysterious Skill and subconsciously shouted in a deep voice. This way, a sound of thunder vibrated from the inside out, washing away the blood flowing to his organs, skin, and pores like lightning!
All of a sudden.
His soul was shaken violently.
I saw a bright jade light burst out from the top of his head, majestic and high, reflecting the sky as clean as glass, very dazzling and unstained by dust.
Taisu Jade Body——Sixth level of Xuanjing!
This moment.
Chen Heng concentrated on it and could feel that his body was much lighter. It seemed that as long as he moved his mind, even if he didn't use any fetal breath to perform Taoism, he could fly in the air at any time, like a dexterous falling feather.
The three treasures of essence, qi and spirit are all complete.
Muscles, bones, internal organs, there is an indescribable sense of ease here.
He experienced the changes in his body in detail, and then he suppressed the jade light and extinguished all the strange phenomena on his body.
at this time.
The only thing left in the market place at the entrance of the village is the ghost figure of the shirtless butcher.
Chen Heng sent a suicidal thought to him.
But after a few breaths of hesitation, the butcher ghost actually froze in place, motionless.
The ghost soldiers trained by Miss Yue are only barely usable, not to the point of being handy, otherwise they would not have been placed here to be slowly cultivated.
Instead, he had already been dispatched to the mansion as a personal guard.
It is common for some people to disobey orders.
In the process of practicing Ji Ling just now, Chen Heng encountered more than just three or five.
He urged a few more times.
But this time, the butcher Zhuanggui let out a roar from his throat. After turning his eyes hollowly for a few times, he jumped up like a jackal and violently tore at Chen Heng's throat with his two palms!
"It seems that these ghost soldiers are still untrained... they are fierce and untamed."
When Chen Heng saw this, he didn't use any Taoist skills. He just moved his hand lightly, and there was an unparalleled force, like a landslide.
In just a moment, the butcher ghost flew back at a faster speed than when it came. Like an arrow leaving the string, blood dripped from its mouth and nose, and it fell to the ground.
…
Taisu Jade Body has three realms of Xuanyuanshi, and each realm has nine levels.
The Taisu Jade Body at the sixth level of the Xuan Realm is already a foundation-building true cultivator in the world, and it is difficult to find an opponent worthy of a fight.
With his current physical body, even if he stood still and did not move, even if an ordinary foundation-building cultivator tried his best, it would be difficult to damage his skin and muscles.
There is only such a great supernatural power——
Only then can he be included in the Dique Golden Medal!
Cai Fang is the proud work of Tai Su Zhangren, a giant of immortality!
Before the butcher ghost could get up with difficulty, Chen Henglong strode across a huge distance in an instant. His fingers spread out randomly and he patted down, like a dark cloud covering his head.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"
At the critical moment of life and death,
The butcher ghost let out a weird cry, and subconsciously sprayed out a stream of filthy turbid air from its mouth and nose. It protected its head, but was blown away by the billowing wind wrapped in its palm, and scattered in all directions.
Bang!
With a violent palm pressure, the body of the butcher ghost seemed to be three inches shorter for nothing. Countless thin dents exploded on the ground, spreading wildly into the distance.
There seemed to be a sudden sound of thunder in the flat ground, and the sound was deafening!
Seeing the blood spurting from its ears and nose, Chen Heng flicked his sleeve and pressed down with his palm.
This time, there was only a roar, and the body of the butcher ghost collapsed like quicksand. It exploded suddenly, and a stream of spiritual energy was taken out. Chen Heng opened his mouth and sucked it into his stomach.
As soon as the Xuan Gong was turned, all of it was absorbed by Tai Su's jade body like a whale sucking water, leaving nothing behind.
Only this time, there was no physical feeling of fullness.
Even the feeling of satisfaction is only a slight hint.
He has just broken through to the sixth level of the Mysterious Realm, and if he wants to be promoted again, he must reach the seventh level of the Mysterious Realm.
The amount of inspiration required is undoubtedly a truly massive one...
"There are countless ghosts in the abyss of the earth. Since we can't easily build a foundation, I will simply raise this magical power to the point where it cannot be improved!
The sixth level of the Xuan Realm is enough to rule the roost in the foundation building, but the ninth level of the Xuan Realm, even against the masters of the Purple Mansion Realm, will find it difficult to damage this treasure body!
By that time, I will have some confidence to protect the road and survive! "
Chen Heng's thoughts changed and he quickly made up his mind. He tossed his long sleeves and strode towards the depths of the village.
With the soul bell nearby, these evil ghosts who have eaten medicine are more or less controlled, and if they are in vain, they will be cut off by 30% of the fierce flames.
And since Miss Yue obtained the heretical technique of turning turbid ghosts into ghost soldiers from Shanhu Gong, she has been working hard to perform the technique and expand her popularity.
There are still two ghost soldiers training places like this ghost village, both not far from the mansion.
If you swallow them all.
It is impossible to say that the spiritual resources needed at the seventh level of the Xuan Realm can fill the upper half, and it is also unknown.
There was a slight smile on his face.
As far as the eye can see, it is only a hundred steps away.
There was a slim female ghost in red with a hairpin on her head, pacing back and forth in a small circle, her eyes empty, as if she was trapped in a prison.
At this time.
The female ghost suddenly raised her head and met the coldness in Chen Heng's eyes.
…
…
Three days passed by in a hurry.
By the side of a turbid yellow Yin water, black clouds were raging and rolling away, and the sticky and sweet water vapor was only in the face.
Chen Heng dodged to avoid a puff of blood smoke, letting it move like thunder, eroding the boulder behind him with a sizzling sound.
As soon as he took a breath, he stretched out his hand, and a piece of divine light from the innate sun swept past like a long dragon, brushing away the bones and skin of the ghosts within ten feet in front of him. Then there were another twists and turns, completely cutting the ghosts into pieces!
He opened his mouth and inhaled, and dozens of spiritual breaths, like tired birds thrown into the forest, sank into his body and nourished Tai Su's jade body.
At this time, by the Yinshui River where ghosts were originally bustling, there was only the sound of water whimpering.
After the innate sun light was emitted, the air temperature seemed to have increased a lot, and some dark red sparks could even be seen faintly that lingered for a long time.
"This is true even for the innate divine light of the sun in the Xiaocheng realm. If it reaches the middle or Dacheng realm, and uses true energy to activate it, it is impossible to say that it can really burn mountains and boil seas."
Chen Heng is very satisfied with this superior Taoist technique, which is the only one he has mastered. Apart from Taisu Yushen, this is already his strongest killing technique now.
It's just that it's not easy to practice this superior Taoism. Even if you try it countless times in the True Dharma Realm, you still can't coordinate the will of God and maintain harmony.
There is still a long way to go before reaching the Zhongcheng realm...
at this time.
His expression changed, and he suddenly turned to look to the northwest. Based on his physical cultivation, he felt an extremely sharp smell that was splitting the atmosphere.
And as expected.
After dozens of breaths, a pure sword light flew over. Like a bolt of steel, with a fierce and sharp force, it instantly traversed the sky for dozens of feet, directly brushing past Chen Heng's ear, and knocked him out. The narrow Yin River behind him was almost split in two!
After cutting Yin He into pieces, the sword light shrank again and disappeared far away in an instant.
"Are you that Chen Heng?"
A figure raised his hand, put away the sword light, and praised slowly:
"Sure enough, he is quite brave, he is from my generation!"
