The bed curtains embroidered with flying clouds and snow suddenly started to shake.
A pair of hands stretched out.
He is a rather thin young man, and his handsome appearance is somewhat haggard and pale.
But at this moment, his face was changing rapidly. There was a black air between his eyebrows, and his expression was confused for a while, and ferocious and resentful for a while.
His hand was holding the edge of the bed, and his body was shaking violently, causing the bed curtain to shake. After a long time, the tassels on it stabilized, fell downward, and stopped shaking.
The night was very quiet, the only things that could be heard were the rapid breathing and heartbeat, and the chirping of insects at night coming from outside the door.
The young man suddenly laughed maniacally. Fortunately, he suppressed his voice and did not call the waiter to come in to check on the situation.
His pale complexion quickly turned rosy.
With invisible energy flowing into his body, his originally weak body quickly became stronger.
"It's okay, it's okay. I took a fancy to this nine-yin soul-melting body back then and used the method of soul-turning."
"I will remember this grudge!"
He exhaled deeply. His body was destroyed by horrific means, and his soul was searched over and over again until it was finally discarded like a piece of useless garbage, torn to pieces and burned with unstoppable force.
The feeling of hopelessness and helplessness is indelible.
At this moment, he is Mu Sheng.
The reason why ghost cultivators are feared is not only because they are easy to degenerate into evil cultivators, but also because of these weird and fantastic methods.
Mu Sheng traveled around the world more than ten years ago and saw the newborn son of this ordinary wealthy family. It is obvious that the fetus is the purest when it is just born, and the innate aura has not dissipated, but he can see that there is a pure ghost lingering on it. gas.
Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that this child was a body made of nine yins fused into souls. He was an excellent candidate for practicing ghost arts, and his talent was even far better than his own.
Not long after he took over as the head of the sect, there was no shortage of successors, so he became jealous of him.
This child comes from an ordinary family, and his soul-melting body will cover his spiritual roots, making it impossible to explore. If he is unable to embark on the path of cultivating an immortal, his body will be affected by this constitution and become physically weak, and he will not live to be ten years old.
Mu Sheng planted a soul seed of his own to ensure that he would live to be a hundred years old.
Of course, it's not a sign of kindness. After all, he can only condense one soul seed in his lifetime, and out of three souls and seven souls, one soul and three souls will be taken away.
But at the moment when the soul seed is planted, the child is already another self. As long as the main body dies, the sleeping soul seed will wake up in a month, perform the ghost soul transfer, and be reborn.
Because this child had died young, he had taken his life by himself, and the soul seed had been cured in his body for more than ten years. Only by taking away the body could he hide the secret of heaven and revive his life with the help of other people's life wheels.
Therefore, in the hands of those masters, he had truly fallen, and even calculations would not show any flaws.
It all depends on your own second life!
Mu Sheng stood up, his eyes extremely dark.
The Ghost Cultivator has the power of the soul, leaving him with many ways to save his life!
Now he needs to use the remaining body power of one soul and three souls to regain his strength as soon as possible, and devour the power of the soul with his soul-melting body.
A black token flashed in his hand, and his scarlet snake eyes were surprisingly captivating.
Great, great!
This is a secret message at the end of the day, and I can go there now.
Mu Sheng's eyes cast a fierce light that seemed to be real.
He would feel uneasy if he did not avenge his revenge!
………………
Pei Xihe rode on the Qingxuan Boat and leaped towards the Ten Thousand Mountains.
She threw a bunch of high-grade spiritual stones into the magic circle that activated the spiritual weapon. The power of the magic circle seeped out, refining the spiritual stones, and the pure spiritual energy was extracted to maintain operation and flight.
He leaned against the boat, his eyes a little pale.
The surrounding clouds were like threads, flying in the air under the extremely fast wind.
She stretched out her hand and swung it among the clouds and mist. After a while, it felt a little wet. The wind was strong, but it could not damage her strong body.
She seems to have a good bloodline, a strong body, unparalleled spiritual roots, unparalleled Taoist scriptures, and a unique inheritance of swordsmanship.
But just like this moment, Pei Xihe stretched out his hand, and the clouds of air escaped from between his fingers.
Although good things are precious, they need to be truly and firmly held in the palm of your hand.
The flying boat made a roar. She took back her hand and looked at the two thatched cottages and a wooden house looming in the depths of the clouds. Putting aside her cluttered thoughts, there was a hint of joy in her eyes.
With a little tip of her toes, she landed on the mountain rock covered by clouds and mist. The huge Qingxuan boat behind her was filled with spiritual light, and it shrank in size slowly, and finally turned into a miniature boat. The green light filled the outside. It turned into a small blue bead and was put away.
"Dangkang."
A green-skinned pig rushed out of the clouds and fell into Pei Xihe's arms.
She softened her brows, held Heng He in her arms with one hand, and caressed her jade-smooth back with the other.
"Dangkang."
Heng He twisted his neck happily and rubbed the back of her hand.
Pei Xihe held it and knocked on Zhao Hanfeng's door.
"Back? Come in."
Even if you didn't investigate, you would know that he was a young disciple. When he was called Zhao Qingtang, he would just shout, then open the door and enter.
Pei Xihe got Zhao Hanfeng's permission.
Pushing open the door made of grass, I saw my master sitting on a futon.
"Is there anything gained?"
Pei Xihe told him before leaving that he would go to the dark pavilion to obtain relevant information.
She nodded, with some inexplicable sharpness in her eyes.
"Based on the information we received, my disciple speculates that we are 90% sure."
This is actually considered certain.
Zhao Hanfeng was sitting on an ordinary futon, with his right hand supporting his chin, not looking like an expert at all.
Pei Xihe was silent for a moment.
"Master, my disciple is confused."
Zhao Hanfeng removed the hand that was supporting his chin, straightened his waist, and straightened his expression.
"you say."
"More is better?"
There was a lingering doubt between her eyebrows.
Stretch out your right hand, the palm of your hand is extremely bright.
Infinite spiritual power, demonic magic power, three heavenly spiritual roots projecting phantom shadows, the true fire of the sun, the clear light of the moon, and the sharp sword intent.
Every force has extraordinary terrifying power.
Zhao Hanfeng looked at it and knew what kind of confusion she encountered.
“More is not necessarily bad, nor is it necessarily good.”
He stood up.
"My Jiuyin Sword has actually collected nine completely different kinds of strange and mysterious Yin evil spirits in the world, but you have also seen that every time I use the sword, is there any discord?"
Pei Xihe raised his head, naturally he didn't.
She even couldn't tell the difference between the nine different Yin evils. Thinking about it carefully, I'm afraid only those who bear the sword will feel the nine changes, which are completely integrated.
"Because they have a core, which is myself. Likewise, it is also yourself. They are held in your hands."
There was some enlightenment in Pei Xihe's eyes, like stars lighting up.
Whether they are twins or in conflict, they are all connected because they exist in the same body.
Zhao Hanfeng was facing Pei Xihe, his eyes facing each other. The latter seemed to see a vast sea of stars in his eyes.
"If you want to be integrated, use yourself as a furnace, let you forge it, and create your own way."
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