Le Yao Xiu Xian Ji

Chapter 203 Nine Serenities 31
How difficult it is to forge a spirit, the right time, place and people are indispensable.

What Lu Leyao wants is a righteous spirit with fairness and justice, not an evil spirit forged by evil methods.

"Turning the sky!"

Xiaoyin flew out in an instant, and floated in front of Lu Leyao, swaying left and right, looking very puzzled.

Lu Leyao had a complicated expression. She had countless ways to force Fan Yongzhen to submit to Fan Yongzhen Jiuyou, but she just didn't want to and didn't want to, let alone tie the fairy rope, and she didn't want to lose any of them.

If you can't use the ready-made spirits, then you need to use spirit stones to form a formation, and pile up various treasures to form a new ghost king under the gathering of yin and yang, or use the formation method to choose one.

Lu Leyao took it back with a wave of his hand.

Having made a decision in his heart, Lu Leyao also did what he said, with a mountain of yin spirit stones collected in the storage bag, as well as training materials collected over the years, everything from yang attributes to yin attributes.

It was all messed up by her.

While drawing the array with a pen, the aura in the dantian was output quickly, and pieces of the most coveted spiritual stones were covered with a layer of strange lines and disappeared instantly.

The hall was soon enveloped by a ball of light, and Lu Leyao and Dong Qinyan happened to be on the periphery of the ball of light.

This is not finished.

The aura in Lu Leyao's dantian was constantly being consumed, but the hand holding the pen was steady and did not intend to relax at all. The other hand kept taking out the top-quality spirit stones from the storage bag.

Those spirit stones had only two results, either they were drawn into formation stones by her and thrown into the formation, or they were absorbed by her to replenish their spiritual power and turned into fly ash.

The light group is constantly changing, there are mountains, rivers and rivers, there are merchants in the city, and there are emperors and nobles.

It's like a living picture book, and it's like a real world, just shrouded in a ball of light.

Dong Qinyan was already speechless in amazement.

"Leyao! I have a question, can you answer one or two?"

Listening to her words, Lu Leyao just raised his eyebrows, and put the talisman pen back into the storage bag.

"Speak up if you have something to say, and don't hide anything if you have something to say. I prefer neat people and ghosts."

When Lu Leyao saw Dong Qinyan's weird and complicated expression, he felt a toothache. He was cuter when he didn't recover his memory. There's nothing wrong with being stupid. Why do you have to be so smart?
What she wanted was her words, and Dong Qinyan asked bluntly.

"Leyao! It looks like the real world inside. I want to ask you what you want to do?"

Lu Leyao thought it was a big problem against the sky, and there was nothing to hide about common sense problems.

"The phantom formation is also a killing formation. If you have a pure heart, you can naturally pass five levels, kill six generals, and break out of the siege. If you can't get rid of distracting thoughts, even if you break through the formation, you will not get the slightest benefit. Only those who have distracting thoughts and desires that are difficult to calm down A dead end."

With such a large amount of belongings, even a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage could not compare, but one-third was discarded here. Dong Qinyan really didn't understand what Lu Leyao was thinking in his heart.

With such actions, there is no such thing as her virtue of fighting Bai Biao for every piece of spirit stone.

Thinking so much, the eyes are even more complicated.

Lu Leyao will not explain any more, there is no need for her to explain, if she wants to do it, do you need a reason?

She wants people to understand easily, and there won't be so much love and hatred, and life will be too boring.

The formation set up by Lu Leyao contains countless legal principles and public welfare in the story, covering all things under the jurisdiction of King Chujiang. If this ghost cultivator can pass the test of heart and nature, he will be recognized by the formation.

Such a huge Yin Lingshi and the treasures left by King Chu Jiang can instantly raise him to the quasi-ghost king level.

Exiting this hall, it was another fight, all the ghosts were eliminated, and countless treasures were obtained, there are ghosts who need it and people who need it.

I never met a ghost with a ghost pill again. Dong Qinyan has been helping to kill ghosts, and Lu Leyao is not overbearing and unreasonable. Fighting monsters together naturally has the right to share the treasure.

But the main thing is still in the hands of Lu Leyao, the problem is very simple!Whoever kills more ghosts will definitely get more treasures.

Lu Leyao still acted like this, just like in the main hall of King Chujiang, setting up a large illusion array, trying to break into the city of merit without any effort, it is absolutely impossible to lie down and win.

The space was quickly replaced. On the periphery of the ancient battlefield, the tall stone tablet was as black as ink, standing quietly between the sky and the earth.

Lu Tianchui and his party arrived accordingly.

There are also ghost cultivators from other cities, densely packed outside the battlefield, and there are even ghosts superimposed on ghosts, just want to occupy a good position.

It's just because the black mist is rolling more than ever, and the stone tablet has changed a lot, and the four characters of the rules of battle are written.

The ghost cultivator who has lived for a long time told everyone that this stele was a public platform when the ten ghost kings were still there, and it was very effective in judging Jiuyou's military exploits.

If you don't follow the rules on the stone tablet to compete, even quasi-ghost king-level masters will be wiped out, unless the top ten ghost kings attack at the same time, it will only lose one life.

There are a few people who really believe in the existence of the legend, and naturally those who try their own methods are indispensable, and they are instantly corroded by the overturned black mist, the screams are horrific, and the heavy ghost body is numb.

That's the soul flying away, who is not afraid?
All the ghosts are so honest in front of the stele, whether it is Lu Tianhammer who is dishonest, or Chu Jiu who is deep-minded, even Lin Huanzhi who is crazy is normal, let alone Wang Shi and Wang Chun.

Every ghost had the same expression, staring at the stele.

"Look, look, there are characters appearing."

……

Shouting came and went.

On the stele, blood-red words flashed quickly.

Those who know about Zhihu are also cut off from the head and tail, and those who know about Aizai are also selectively removed.

The ghosts present only the most important information.

This battle is not a gang fight, but a breakthrough. Those who pass the barrier will get the inheritance of the top ten ghost kings.

The ghosts were puzzled.

Cultivation is not about absorbing the power of the blood moon and devouring other little ghosts. Is there any shortcut?
My brain is not working well, but I never thought of it.

"This inheritance, the old man will decide."

This ghost is the old ghost who chased and killed Lu Leyao that day. The little ghosts dare not say more, but Lu Tianchui scoffed at this. The wild ghosts from a small place have a little cultivation, and their brains are still not working well.

The red font continues to appear.

With regard to the righteous ways of several major families, the winner is determined by the number of ghosts who enter the Samsara Lake last.

"Senior Lu, why did this treasure change like this?" It was Jiang Xue who had changed his appearance who spoke.

Jiang Xue was about to scold her mother.

In the original book, this ancient battlefield is a ruin that can no longer be ruined, and this stele is also a broken tool stone, not to mention the words "killing ghosts". When the heroine rushed out of the battlefield, there was no resistance. His sword turned into fly ash.

(End of this chapter)