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Chapter 905 Forging the Saint

Go up to the west building alone.

The moon is like a hook.

Just at dusk, the sun and moon shine together.

The evening breeze blew the long wine-red hair, and the hair moved slightly, outlining a face that was as vivid as a picture.

The eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and the center of the strokes are like Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

It was obvious that her face was not smooth, but rather angular, but her magnanimity and spirit were better than flowers blooming in the daytime and a goddess descending to earth.

She was dressed in a black and red robe, with mountains and rivers embroidered with gold and white threads. She had a sun and moon crown on her head, and her long burgundy hair was tied into a bun, with only a few hair hanging down.

Step by step, step by step, there is no wavering or flattery, but an inexplicable solemnity and solemnity, just like a true practitioner walking in the void to find the path, but unswervingly walking on the path that he thinks is the most correct.

Calm as this twilight sunset.

Her fingers were like onion-white mutton-fat jade, inserted into the sleeves of her robe, and only when she moved around could she see a little flash of color.

Approaching the mountain gate, he finally raised his goose neck.

As he nodded, his eyebrows flashed with light.

Under the light was a pair of deep purple eyes.

A glance at her deep purple eyes made her look even more divine.

Venerable Ziyang, who had been waiting in front of the mountain gate for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward and said with cupped hands: "Teacher is recuperating in the blessed land..."

"Your Majesty is too kind."

The girl with double pupils smiled slightly, her face calm and without any hint of impatience.

A frown and a smile make people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze, as if they were drinking from a clear spring on a hot day.

Ziyang did not dare to rely on his seniority. Regardless of his background, the person in front of him had a restrained aura of cleverness that was enough to make anyone respect him.

In the great realm of the Eastern Wilderness, there is a list of geniuses.

The third ranked girl with double pupils, Tushan Jinghong.

The dojo was already familiar to her.

The blessed land formation does not set up any defenses.

Therefore, she easily crossed the long steps of the pavilion and palace, all the way to the blessed land of the Taoist temple, and met the blond old man who was cultivating in the Taoist platform as she wished.

The old man's golden eyes moved slightly, he opened his mouth, and sighed: "Oh, little Jinghong, blame me, I...I couldn't save him..."

Jinghong sat cross-legged on the lotus platform and said, "I know you must also be worried about this."

"Now that Dao Lord has taken action, we cannot stop him."

"If I were here, I would definitely advise you to stop."

"You don't have to feel guilty about it."

"In other words, I don't blame you."

A lonely look flashed in Jinghong's eyes. The sect must have known about her relationship with her father, so they didn't tell her the news and let her enter the Holy Land for retreat early.

After she was released from seclusion, many years had passed, and thirty years had passed since that incident happened.

She also couldn't blame the sect. The sect masters had their own considerations, and they also wanted to protect her.

To put it bluntly, even without Tao Lord's intervention, the teachers would not allow her to hold the Soul Flag. The sect was quite resistant to all unstable monks and objects.

In addition, Ouyang Qiuxian was killed by the ancestor of the Yu family, so she couldn't even find a specific enemy.

However, she is no longer the little girl she was back then. She is not the powerless young master who fought her way out of the siege surrounded by people. She is not the helpless child who can only cry. She has become a saint, and she also has double pupils and the most important ray of light. Blood soul.

The blood soul is still stable.

This made Tushan Jinghong make a guess.

'Perhaps, father, is not dead. '

She wanted to say such a thing to reassure Grandpa Yuanyan, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them alive.

She is no longer the little girl who can't hide things. There are some things that even close relatives cannot express openly, let alone those related to her father's life and death.

Since ancient times, things have been accomplished through secrets, and failures have been revealed through words.

Once more people know about it, maybe things that should be done will not be done.

In this way, we can only feel wronged to Grandpa Yuanyan.

She came here just because she didn't want Grandpa Yunyan to feel too guilty and affect the rest of her journey.

When she couldn't express herself, she needed to cover up. After all, she herself didn't have much confidence in her guess, and her only reliance was the ghost of the blood soul in her body.

"Dad."

"Where are you?"

……

pain.

Extremely painful.

The Red-haired Ghost King had a hideous look on his face, no longer as handsome as he used to be, and had completely turned into a vicious evil ghost from hell.

He thought he could bear the pain caused by flesh and blood, because he had long been accustomed to it. However, the moment the Soul Flag blew up and turned into ash, he felt as if his spine was about to pull out of his body.

No matter how much he suppressed his nerves, calmed his mind, and used visualization methods, he could not erase the pain that penetrated deeply into his soul and was torn out of his soul.

The red-haired ghost king staggered to his feet and roared to the sky.

He had forgotten how many days and nights he spent rolling on the ground in severe pain.

It felt like his soul had been pulled out of his flesh and blood body and exposed to the sun.

Dehydration.

Dry.

To the point of drying out.

Like a monk who is about to die of thirst in the desert but is still sober.

Tushanjun grinned with a twitching smile.

This half-adjustment finally allowed him to reach his peak.

Tu Shanjun stretched out his blue-black ghost hand without hesitation and inserted it into his mouth.

After groping for a while, he took out a tiger talisman and took out the iron furnace stored in the tiger talisman to place it. As a burst of mana fell, the raging evil flames suddenly gave birth to a raging fire.

"not enough."

"The evil fire of all karma!"

The fangs opened slightly, and a mouthful of purple-red and black fire spurted out. With this mouthful of purple-black fire, the entire formation of flames seemed to have found its backbone.

After a while, the tall iron furnace in front of me, which was three feet tall, began to heat up under the flames.

In a short time, endless heat was emitted.

Look at the tools in front of you.

Tushanjun gently picked up a bone-rubbing razor.

The file is like a lumen, from large to small. It's very sharp all around, and it looks like a magic weapon at first glance, but the appearance of this weapon is so weird that people don't know how to use it.

Soon, the red-haired ghost king raised the file to his head.

Tilted head.

The hand holding the file thrust down hard.

puff.

The file pierced the back of his neck diagonally. Tushanjun's eyes suddenly turned red, and black-red blood suddenly rushed to his throat. Feeling the loss of mana, Tu Shanjun said: "Sanniang, please help me one more time. After this time..."

A shadow appeared behind Tushanjun.

"Uh!"

The blue-black ghost hand exerted force, and the spine on the back suddenly dug open from the fracture.

The rasp made holes along both sides of the spine on his back until Tushanjun could grasp the spine and pull it out.

Without the support of his spine, Tushanjun was about to fall down like a limp insect.

The shadows standing behind him hugged him from behind.

Let his fallen figure stand again.

Standing upright again.

Laying it out flat and looking at the thirty-two-section spine in his hand, Tushanjun put it into the iron furnace in front of him until the spine softened and the tiny bones attached to the main trunk.

Tu Shanjun pulled it out.

Place the spine, which screams loudly and seems to be coming to life, on the black anvil.

Ding.

clang!

The rhythmic percussion echoed in the silent Tiger Tomb.

This exercise made me forget the passage of time.

Thirteen thousand six hundred hammers.

Every blow was done with all one's strength, and it was completely exhausting. ,

The original thirty-two-section spine has turned into a tall main pole about ten feet tall.

Black calamity and golden flashes, purple dragons entrenched, and the red sky evil fire like a hazy gauze wrapped around the new main pole, while also exuding the energy of destroying the heaven and the earth.

Only between the vertical and horizontal lines, you can still vaguely see the connection between fine bone feet and nodules.

"If only someone could help me."

Tushanjun sighed with emotion.

After saying that, he picked up a seal carving knife and peeled off the skin like a cook doing a cow.

Tremblingly, he took the polished bone needle and used tiny hairs to sew the large pieces together. After a while, a huge blue-black flag with scarlet threads spread out in front of his eyes.

At this point, the red-haired ghost king has turned into a bloody corpse.

Relying on strong Taoism to stabilize the body that is about to collapse.

Tu Shanjun took out his magic pen, ground the blue-black ink, and drew a picture of evil ghosts walking on the clouds.

I don’t know how long it took.

The picture of ten thousand ghosts is completely drawn.

If you don't look carefully, you can no longer see those scarlet traces.

A blue-black picture of thousands of ghosts was completely completed.

There is nothing unfamiliar about Tushanjun.

After doing all this, Tu Shanjun chanted a spell and cast a spell, and two more arms were born. His face also expanded and differentiated. It seemed that half a face was born on both sides of his cheeks, manifesting Tao and Demon respectively. The blue color between Tao and Demon was It looks like a ghost, but it doesn't look bloated, with an indescribable divinity and solemnity.

Three-phase Dharmakaya.

Based on the three-flowered body of the Tao Demon fellow practitioners and Yuan Sheng Sheng Demon, Tu Shanjun could feel the powerful strength filling his body.

If he could go one step further and completely differentiate his three-flowered body, he might be able to do the same thing as Dunyi, from being one person to three.

And unlike Dunyi's crude technique, his three-flower body will each have one.

However, Tu Shanjun has not yet researched the subsequent speculations.

He did not manifest the three-phase Dharmakaya to improve his own strength.

Take out the ribs and chest and piece together a half-skeleton.

Cut off Risheng's arms and connect them together.

Calcined.

beat.

Repeating this process, under the burning of karma fire, the forged skeleton body seemed to be attached with a layer of golden sword skin, and it no longer looked like its original flesh and blood.

Then, Tushanjun spliced ​​them one by one.

Melt the skeleton body into the main rod.

The ghost hands each grabbed three fluttering flags.

Tu Shanjun nodded with satisfaction, opened his big mouth and bit down on the blue-black Wangui Map in front of him. Then, he gently held his head, moved it left and right for a while, and slowly took it off.

The headless ghost king's bloody corpse walked forward with difficulty, holding his head.

clack.

The black and red blood suddenly gathered into a mire.

Even his body was about to collapse.

These three or two steps were extremely difficult for him to take, but he still walked through them.

Click.

The three dharma skulls are attached to the headless skull.

"Thirty-three knots can reach the sky!"

The headless ghost king's bloody corpse collapsed completely.

The shadow holding the Ghost King completely turned into starlight and disappeared.

Sanfashou opened his eyes fiercely.

The evil skeleton ghost chants the mantra:

"The flag is me, and I am the flag."

"The flag of the dead soul is still here, and the soul of the dead flag is alive!"

He opened his mouth with a big mouth.

The tiger talisman fell into his belly.

The suppressed evil spirit of Hu Zhong completely broke out at this moment.