The wonderful life of a supernatural master

Chapter 9387 Tea
Cold sweat emerged from Qi Lao's forehead again.

He felt his heart beating harder and harder, as if it would rush out of his throat at any moment.

"Want to drink water? Come in!"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, different from the old Sang's voice in those houses, this voice was not young, it seemed to be the voice of a middle-aged man.

At the moment when Heiying's voice sounded, Elder Qi was no longer afraid, instead he felt like a fairy sound descended from the sky, and he was crying with joy.

Finally met a good guy!

Thinking about it, Elder Qi hurriedly thanked him, and at the same time walked into the yard.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, a ray of light was lit from the side of the shadow, and the dim light instantly illuminated the entire courtyard.

But if Mr. Qi stood outside the courtyard now, he would be surprised to find that the courtyard was still pitch black, and he and Heiying could not be seen either.

The pitch-black night, like a gloomy tombstone, exudes a thick oppressive atmosphere, which makes people breathless.

Old Qi was thirsty, picked up the tea brought by the middle-aged man, and poured it into his stomach with his head raised. The warm tea was so sweet that he couldn't help but feel that the tea he drank today, although ordinary It's okay, but it's definitely the best tea he's ever had in his life.

"Strange!"

Old Qi muttered, and looked at the middle-aged man.

But he found that the middle-aged man was holding a long white cloth in his hand. The long cloth was like a veil, and the breeze blowing gradually raised a trace of mist.

"Hi~"

Suddenly, Elder Qi felt suffocated.

He was horrified to find that the middle-aged man's arm did not have any flesh and blood, and the white bones were particularly frightening.

"Saw?"

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, and actively raised the arm with only bones left.

Old Qi only felt his scalp go numb, and a chill emerged in his heart.

"It's all those people."

The middle-aged man suddenly looked at the house next to him, staring blankly at the flickering lights, as if a burst of resentment burst out of his mouth, he growled:

"Those cultivators of the five realms of the true gods are basically demons. They completely disregard other people's lives for their own cultivation. You shouldn't have gone to them just now, alas!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he suddenly sighed again, with a strange taste in his words, he shook his head, but he was no longer willing to continue talking, and lowered his head to get busy with his own affairs again.

At this moment, Old Qi felt a sense of aggrievedness like a stick in his throat, and the fear in his heart made him unable to say a word.

"What the hell did they do?"

"Why shouldn't I go to them?"

Old Qi's voice became hoarse, as if he was suppressing something, and as if someone had stuck his neck, trying to speak, but he could only speak in this tone.

"If you want to survive, learn from me. If you can learn and refine this thing, then you still have a chance to survive."

The middle-aged man seemed unwilling to explain more, but raised the white silk in his hand and suggested.

"what is this?"

All the weird things made Elder Qi look at the white silk in the middle-aged man's hand with a trace of fear, and he faintly felt that this thing was not a good thing.

"This is the soul rope, something that can absorb people's resentment." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Shh!"

Once again, a layer of cold sweat emerged from Qi Lao's head like a waterfall.

"resentment?"

"It turned out to be something that can absorb resentment?"

"Why do you need to refine this thing? Could it be that refining this thing will help me?"

Old Qi asked in fear and anxiety.

"Do you want to die or live? If you want to live, stop talking so much nonsense and follow me."

The middle-aged man seemed irritated by Qi Laowen's embarrassment, he glared at Qi Lao with a distorted and ferocious look, and yelled, but picked up a bunch of new materials from the side, and started refining the Yin Soul Rope from scratch.

Old Qi moved his dry lips, wanting to say something, but the angry expression of a middle-aged man appeared in his mind.

In the end, Elder Qi still didn't say anything, but just like the middle-aged man, he picked up a pile of new materials from the side, and prepared to learn how to refine the ghost rope from the middle-aged man.

That's right!

Everything that Elder Qi encountered was an illusion created by Tang Yu for Elder Qi to be able to take the initiative to learn how to refine the Yin Soul Rope.

In Tang Yu's illusion, Mr. Qi's own ability was limited to the minimum. He didn't realize that everything he experienced was an illusion.

Of course, this is also because, when he was drawn closer to the illusion at the beginning, Qi Lao was already frightened and disturbed, which made Tang Yu take advantage.

It was so lucky that Old Qi took the initiative to learn from the middle-aged man how to refine the Yin Soul Rope.

This middle-aged man was none other than Min Qiu who had died tragically, but under Tang Yu's deliberate cover-up, Old Qi didn't find anything.

In fact, Tang Yu's illusion still has many loopholes.

For example, those thunder and lightning, that rainstorm, and those brightly lit rooms that can release the breath of a powerful person in the five realms of the true gods.

If Elder Qi wasn't so scared and was bold enough to rush directly into the room, then he would definitely find that there was actually no one in these rooms.

Not only that, but if you examine the auras of these powerful people in the five realms of the true gods carefully, you will find that they definitely belong to the same person.

These breaths were brought into the illusion by Tang Yu with the help of Xuan Yue's ability.

Otherwise, Tang Yu himself has no choice but to make Lao Qi feel the aura of a strong man in the five realms of the true gods. Even if this is an illusion he arranged, his strength is not at the level of a strong man in the five realms of the true gods.

In fear, Mr. Qi stepped into the big hole Tang Yu dug for him step by step, without knowing it.

"Is there something you are hiding from me? This ghost rope seems to be easy to refine. Why can't I succeed?"

This was Lao Qi's hundredth attempt to refine the Yin Soul Rope, but he failed in the end.

For Mr. Qi, a hundred attempts may have taken several months, but for Tang Yu, it was just a matter of a moment.

After Qi Lao failed in his tenth attempt to refine the Yinhun rope, Tang Yu knew that Qi Lao was not the person he was looking for, who could refine the Yinhun rope.

However, Tang Yu didn't care. He had expected such a thing to happen from the beginning.

Perhaps, not only Qi Lao, but even Qi Lao's subordinates, none of them could successfully refine the Yin Soul Rope.

After all, the refining method of Yinhun Rope is simple, but few can be successfully refined. Otherwise, cultivators who can refine Yinhun Rope would not be so precious in Liuyun Town. Not to mention that infants, ghosts and demons of the six realms of true gods are willing to work hard to protect them.

After confirming that Mr. Qi was not the person he was looking for, Tang Yu started to attack Mr. Qi's subordinates.

According to the degree of fear in his heart, Tang Yu pulled them into the illusion one by one, allowing them to experience experiences similar to those of Lao Qi.

I don't know if it's because of too much fear, or because of Tang Yu's soul power, the illusion created is too advanced. This group of practitioners of the three realms of true gods and the four realms of true gods, even at the beginning, realized that they might fall into the In the illusion, but when they really entered the illusion, they all forgot about it.

In the illusion, years, decades... or even tens of thousands of years may be only a moment to the time of the outside world.

"Pity!"

A deep sigh was slowly released from Tang Yu's mouth, with an extremely helpless expression on his face.

Among the hundreds of cultivators, none of them could successfully refine the Yin Soul Rope.

(End of this chapter)