"What?"
In just an instant, he had already broken through the obstruction of the Bone Man Demon!
Seeing the overwhelming sword light, the black-clothed Taoist's complexion changed drastically, the hairs all over his body suddenly exploded, and the ultimate sharp cutting feeling spread in his body.
This sword light was incredibly sharp, and the mana aura around him was broken open almost instantly, touching his body.
In an instant, an unprecedented death crisis filled his mind.
talisman,
spells,
Mana!
Move!
The black-clothed Taoist's eyes were about to burst, and he was wildly pumping his magic power.
However, An Qisheng's combat experience is so rich and his speed is so fast?
Not to mention that the moment he stopped before, he had already fallen asleep and understood all the methods of this Taoist priest in black!
With one strike, you can use thousands of spells, but there is no room for them to be used!
Chi chi chi~~~
Just for a moment, the invisible mana aura has been cut into complete pieces by the hatchet blessed with the divine will of the royal sword.
Then, the sword light was like a prison or a sea, drowning the Taoist in black at once!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The miserable howl like a ghost broke through the night sky and echoed throughout Xiaozhang Village.
"This this......"
Listening to the miserable screams, even Sa Wuling hated the Taoist in black and couldn't help but shudder.
I can't imagine what kind of pain he must have endured to scream so miserably.
Phew~
It seemed that just for a moment, the sword light had disappeared.
Sa Wuling swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked over.
I saw the black-clothed Taoist standing upright, but he had lost his breath.
When the night wind blew, his black clothes flew away instantly.
Then, large areas of flesh and blood flowed down from his limbs and torso like water.
In just an instant, it had become a blood-red skeleton!
Is this a knife?
Although Sa Wuling had seen countless dead bodies in his life, he felt nauseated and couldn't describe his feelings.
He looked at An Qisheng.
In the night wind, he stood with his sword in hand. The ferocious claw protruded by the white-skeletal demon stopped out of control only an inch away from his back because the master was dead.
It seems to have been rigorously calculated.
"Senior..."
Sa Wuling's scalp was numb, and when he looked at An Qisheng, his eyes seemed to be seeing ghosts and gods, and he was rolling in awe twice as much.
My limbs felt a little weak for a while.
This, this senior is not a good person, he is too ruthless.
"This level of mana aura after being punished is quite interesting..."
An Qisheng glanced at the soul of the black-clothed Taoist who was floating above the skeleton in front of him, his face twisted and ferocious, and in extreme pain, and he was thoughtful.
One sword kills, and a thousand swords also kills. He does not think that a thousand swords can relieve anger than one sword.
The reason why this sword cut was so fierce was naturally because of the magical aura of the black-clothed Taoist.
For practitioners in this world, there is a saying that they can reach the nine levels of heaven.
The first level of Qi nourishment, this level can only strengthen the body and prolong life, but it can only be defeated by a hundred people at most. As common as this Sa Wuling, there are many people who are not as good as those in the martial arts.
But once you get the Heavenly Scepter and step into the second level of Shoujun, it is no longer comparable to ordinary people.
Once the mana is condensed, the body will spontaneously generate a mana aura that is invulnerable to mortals.
This aura is not only invulnerable, but can even recover automatically. Therefore, An Qisheng chopped the entire mana aura with one knife, and naturally his body was also chopped clean.
Like a shaved banana.
"My body, my body! Ahhh! You are so cruel! So cruel!!!"
The Taoist in black roared ferociously, his soul stretched, and he wanted to fight An Qisheng for his life, but he was nailed to the ground with a knife.
The soul is void and the hatchet is solid.
However, the actual hatchet nailed the void soul to death. This scene made Sa Wuling feel weak again.
I have seen that hatchet before, and there is nothing strange about it.
Could it be that it's still a magic weapon?
"Skeleton, what does this mean compared to what you did?"
An Qisheng looked indifferent.
He didn't just try his methods when he fell into the dream of this white-bone guy before, he had already seen what he had done before with a sudden glance.
The emperor kills his closest relatives, puts the person into the oil pan inch by inch, peels off his scalp, and pours liquid metals such as mercury into the living person... One by one, one by one, he has never seen anything before in both worlds. vicious methods.
Calling him a beast is an insult to a beast.
"Let me go, otherwise you will die too, and you will definitely die miserably!"
Bai Guzi's soul was twisted and screaming.
Bai Guzi is gradually going crazy.
This is not because of a huge blow, but because there is too much resentment and bad luck between the heaven and the earth. The soul is in it, just like a drop of water dripping into the sea of ink, and it is easy to be affected or even assimilated by it.
In the end, he became an evil ghost who could only kill like crazy.
"Ba Guzi, from the Qing Dynasty, a native of Yantai Prefecture, studied literature when he was young, but failed, and later studied martial arts, but failed again. He lost all his family wealth, got the incomplete secrets of the evil sect in the loss, and has practiced secretly for forty years... .”
An Qisheng glanced at him lightly:
"You used the bones of your blood relatives to write this chapter on the White Bone Man and Demon, right? You don't have a mother, and your father brought you up. I think these bones belong to your father!
Now, you are like relatives and friends, you have no close friends, and you have no sect inheritance. You can be said to be a lonely ghost.
Am I right? "
"you you......."
The white-bone soul trembled, sometimes elongating, sometimes leaning back, and sometimes rushing forward, but it was pinned to the ground by the hatchet and could not touch a piece of An Qisheng's sleeve.
"Who are you, who are you? How could you know? How could you know?"
Bai Gu was shocked beyond words.
No one else knew about these things. Even he himself had forgotten some things. How could this person know?
who is he?
An Qisheng naturally did not answer. He raised his feet and held the fist-sized incense burner in his palm. He swung it casually and, amidst the fierce struggle of the bones, was included in it.
"who are you?"
The incense burner trembled, and the white bones roared unwillingly:
"You can't be an ordinary person, no way!"
"White bones..."
An Qisheng's eyes rippled, and Dao Yitu's message reappeared:
[Consumption of 199 points of power...]
[White Bones: 67/162 (the former represents the present, the latter represents death and longevity)]
[Original trajectory one: Born in the human world of the Huangtian Realm, in the Yantai Mansion of the Daqing Dynasty. He suppressed his mother at birth. When he was a child, he was not good at literature and martial arts. Later, he obtained the incomplete secret book of the evil sect, and even used the flesh and blood of his relatives as sacrifices to obtain souls. After being imprisoned in the sky, he traveled around the world and used the essence and blood of countless people to nourish an unparalleled human demon...]
[In the ninety-seven thousand six hundred and ninety years of the Emperor's reign, on the eve of the Lord's Festival in Netherworld Mansion, he was killed by Bai Wuchang Xie Qi]
One hundred and ninety-nine points of power!
This was one of the reasons why An Qisheng kept him.
The information collected by this white-bone man is as high as 200, which is almost one-fifth of the zombie king Zhushang. Needless to say, he should have been a man of the hour in the next hundred years.
Of course, it's the original.
"The Lord's Festival of Netherworld Mansion..."
An Qisheng slowly exhaled a long breath and picked up the hatchet.
According to Bai GuZi's memory, he also understood the words he heard when the strange ghost came three days ago.
It’s the Lord’s Festival of Netherworld Palace!
Those ghosts seem to be one of the sacrifices in this great sacrifice...
Use your soul as a sacrifice?
Preparations for the sacrifices had begun a hundred years in advance. How big of a sacrifice should this be?
"Why am I here?"
"Ah! Dead people, dead people!"
"Bone, bone, monster!"
As the incense dissipated, hundreds of villagers woke up one after another in front of the ancestral hall.
Seeing the living corpses, white bones, and smelly blood in front of the ancestral hall, all of them were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they ran away crazily.
Rao Shisa Wuling's prestige is quite high. After everything was explained clearly, the sky was almost getting cold.
"The little old man thanks the mage for saving his life!"
"Thank you Master for saving your life!"
"Mage......"
After waking up, although the villagers were still scared, they all came forward to thank him and gave him various kinds of food and silver.
After declining the silver and accepting the food, An Qisheng left Xiaozhang Village. Behind him, the tall white-skeletal human demon followed step by step.
This white-bone human demon has condensed the magic power that Bai Guzi has cultivated for forty years. Even without its master, it is still a great threat to ordinary people.
Of course I have to take it away.
Behind him, Sa Wuling groaned, pushing a wooden cart filled with grain, vegetables and even some fruits, and followed with difficulty.
This time, the talismans he had accumulated were almost exhausted.
I can only push myself hard.
Back in Yizhuang, Sa Wuling was very diligent. After arranging many grains and vegetables neatly, he stretched his arms and started cooking.
After dealing with this skeleton demon, he was in a good mood.
In this way, when the ten years are up, he will be able to join the Tianyi Sect on the recommendation of the imperial court and obtain the method of "receiving an evil spirit".
Woohoo~
The yellow dog kept circling the white-bone man-demon, looking at the latter's bones as white as jade, with glistening blood inside, and drooled all over the floor.
The mana and magic power contained in the white-bone human-demon that has been condensed for forty years is naturally a great attraction for this yellow dog who has faint signs of opening up his spiritual wisdom.
One person and one dog are busy.
An Qisheng ignored him and sat on a bench in the yard, cleaning up his trophies.
Bai Guzi has been practicing for forty years, so he has some financial resources, but the living corpses and imps have been killed, so what is left is very limited.
Apart from some broken silver, there is the incense burner that can hold the soul.
This incense burner is also used by Baiguzi to extract the souls of others. Of course, it is now the place where his soul resides.
"The Strange Evil Law: The Skeleton Man and the Demon..."
An Qisheng's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, digesting Bai Guzi's memory.
A corrupted evil cultivator naturally knows more than a Taoist priest like Sa Wuling who is not popular.
Cultivation in the Huangtian Realm is divided into nine levels of Tongtian.
Many practice secrets are divided into five types: secrets, methods, classics, sutras, and Tao.
This strange and evil method seems to be at the second level, but in fact, it is already an extremely advanced secret book in the Emperor Heaven Realm.
This Skeleton Man magic is also a great method that can achieve the Eight Levels of Heaven and the Soul Realm!
