Xianye

Chapter 132
It was still the miserable scene where the wind was blowing.

Not long after, Chen Heng stopped in front of a ghost village and lowered the cloud head.

The market at the entrance of the village is still bustling with people carrying burdens, weaving mats, selling flowers, blowing sugar... There are all kinds of people crowded shoulder to shoulder.

On the meat table a few feet away, several cultivators were already tied up, their limbs were all bloodied and removed, and their vitality was completely lost. It was obvious that after being seriously injured, they could not withstand the erosion of turbid yin, and their brains were damaged. Can't die anymore.

The naked butcher ghost standing behind the meat table, his eyeballs were green with hunger, and the foul-smelling saliva flowed down like a spring, and it couldn't stop.

But that's it.

Facing the flesh and blood eating close at hand, it still endured it for some reason.

He just lowered his head and kept rubbing his hands, muttering to himself, until there were bones between his palms and fingers, and he didn't stop.

Chen Heng looked at the group of ignorant ghosts in front of him, who looked like puppets on strings, smiled inwardly, took a few steps forward, and walked into it.

In an instant, a chilling yin qi enveloped his upper body.

For a moment, the ghosts who were originally ignorant and ignorant, like stick-headed puppets, all came to life for a moment, and looked sideways with ferocious eyes.

But seeing that Chen Heng's body was also a ghostly aura, he quickly retracted, and continued to turn into the previous self-satisfied appearance.

Seeing this, Chen Heng slowly took out a small gilt copper bell from the Qiankun bag, and shook it slightly.

It's not a crisp ding-dong voiceless sound.

The bead inside the bell bumped against the uneven wall of the bell, and then rolled around again, and there was a piercing sound like a rooster crowing or a woman's shrill cry.

The weird melody resounded through the entire ghost village immediately.

And the first to bear the brunt were the group of filthy ghosts at the market at the entrance of the village.

A group of ghosts turned their heads stiffly at the same time, their faces were crying and crying, and they were abnormally distorted.

Chen Heng didn't stop, and continued to shake the copper bell.

Finally, after three beeps, and with a howl of pain, the shirtless butcher next to the meat table was the first to kneel down.

Bits and pieces.

Then there was a ghost kowtowing vigorously.

until after counting interest.

There is no one who can stand up...

"Shan Hu Gong."

Chen Heng heard the group of ghosts shouting in unison.

He smiled slightly, and put the copper bell back into his sleeve.

This bell is called the slave bell.

According to Song Rupu's words, the reason why spirit ghosts like Miss Yue can control these ignorant ghosts is because they used a secret technique that does not belong to the ghost realm.

It needs to first refine the flesh and blood of the living people in a furnace, burn the spell, refine it into a medicine man, and then throw the medicine man as bait, and let the group of dirty ghosts eat it.

And the turbid ghosts are not enlightened, how can they recognize the hidden plots?Naturally, all comers are welcome.

In the blink of an eye, it was sold out.

Every time the turbid ghost eats a carefully refined medicine man, the mantra in the body is like a firewood being added to a hot pot, and it will become even more turbulent.

Often, as long as they eat twenty or thirty medicine men, these ghosts will be manipulated and controlled by the mantra accumulated in their bodies, turning them into puppets with strings, and will only follow orders.

The soul bell in Chen Heng's hand is the key to drive the ghosts to move.

As long as this thing is attached with a little spiritual energy, it can be controlled freely, whether it is the ghost power of the ghostly ghosts, or the real qi and fetal breath in the orthodox immortal way.

If you want to find out, this is actually an heresy method that Lord Shanhu got from nowhere. It is not a serious ghost technique of ghosts.
After hearing Song Rupu tell this secret story, Chen Heng searched Miss Yue and Ziying's belongings, and indeed found this thing.

Ms. Yue's original intention of refining the soul bells and controlling the turbid ghosts is to organize them into an army and refine them into ghost soldiers and generals who protect the way, so that they can be used in fighting methods.

As for searching for fresh flesh and blood of monks for Zi Ying and the others to take to the mansion, it was just a incidental matter.

But Chen Heng didn't intend to control this group of ghost soldiers.

Instead of relying on external force, it is necessary to feed the medicine man every month to stabilize the power of the mantra, and there is no external force on the table.

Why don't you turn it into cultivation resources and use it to support yourself!

"Kill yourself."

He spoke softly to a ghost dressed as a salesman who was bending over the ground.

The turbid ghost struggled for a few breaths, its slender body trembling like chaff.

In the end, he stretched out his arms slowly, hugged his head like a spinning top, and twisted it vigorously!
With a cavity of dirty blood sprayed up several feet high.

The body of the ghost suddenly stiffened, and then died.

puff--

An arm-thick aura floated out of it, and with a wave of Chen Heng's sleeve, it was sucked into its own acupoint, rolling back and forth, feeling refreshed after being cold for a while, as if soaked in a pool of water. In the clear mountain spring water.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on refining, supplemented by the movement and quiet thunder sound guidance technique, it took a while before he clapped his hands, and Ruoxiao sighed.

Although the turbid ghosts are ignorant in nature, they are completely different from the spirit ghosts in terms of wisdom, but because of the nature of the chaotic source, they have not yet been separated.

Generally speaking, compared to a spirit ghost who has opened up his wits, his skills are somewhat deeper.

Otherwise, Miss Yue would not let all the spirit ghosts in the mansion go unused, but took great pains, she is also a medicine man, and a soul bell servant, and she cares about every possible way, trying to cultivate a group of turbid spirits who can be ordered by her arms. The ghost soldiers are here.

And Chen Heng would not be cautious when he was chasing Yan Ping, using Chao Huan Fan to test, and Bokeh Squeezing Technique to absorb Qi.

If he directly kills and rushes in, causing this group of filthy ghosts to rush forward, he will not even be able to please him, and he will be disgraced.

Just the spirit breath of that filthy ghost just now is worth half a hundred talismans, better than the spirit breath of nearly [-]% of the ghosts he swallowed today!
Ms. Bi Zhiyue.

It's just not far behind!
And in this ghost village, there are more than a hundred filthy ghosts controlled by Yanpoling?

Thinking about it this way, in this abyss, for Chen Heng, it is really a blessed place for practicing...

He did the same, and after a few moments of hesitation, another turbid ghost chose to kill himself.

Third head.

Fourth head.

fifth head...

……

get to the end.

The endless stream of spiritual breath, like the water of the Milky Way bursting its banks, never stops for a moment, pouring from the ghoul into his body.

And like this, it didn't know how long it had passed, Chen Heng finally felt a sense of fullness spreading from the acupoints all over his body.

He used Tai Suyu's profound kung fu, and subconsciously shouted in a low voice, and then a thunder sound was generated, which vibrated from the inside out, and washed the blood flowing through the viscera, the pores of the skin membrane like lightning!
all of a sudden.

There was a violent concussion in the soul.

I saw a bright jade light bursting out from his head, majestic and lofty, reflecting the void like colored glaze, very dazzling, not stained by dust.

Taisu Jade Body - the sixth floor of the Profound Realm!
this moment.

Chen Heng focused his attention and felt that his body was much lighter. It seemed that as long as he moved his mind, even if he didn't need any fetal breath to perform Taoism, he could fly in the air at any time, like a dexterous falling feather.

The three treasures of essence, qi and spirit are all complete.

Muscles and bones, internal organs, there is an indescribable peace here.

He experienced this change in the physical body carefully, and then suppressed the jade light, and put out all the visions that appeared on his body.

at this time.

At the market at the entrance of the village, only the ghost of the shirtless butcher is left.

Chen Heng sent him a suicide thought.

But after a few breaths of hesitation, the butcher ghost froze in place, motionless.

The group of ghost soldiers trained by Miss Yue are only barely usable, not to the point of being handy, otherwise they would not be placed here to be cultivated slowly.

Instead, he had already been dispatched to the mansion as a personal guard.

It is also common for some people to disobey orders.

In the process of Ji Cai's spiritual practice just now, Chen Heng encountered more than just a few.

He urged it a few more times.

But this time, the butcher Zhuogui let out a roar from his throat. After turning his eyes hollowly for a few times, he jumped up like a jackal, and ruthlessly tore at Chen Heng's throat with his palms!

"It seems that this group of ghost soldiers is still untrained... They are fierce and hard to tame."

Seeing this, Chen Heng frowned, and didn't perform any Taoism. He just flicked his hand lightly, and immediately there was a burst of force, like a landslide.

In an instant, the butcher ghost flew back at a faster speed than when it came, like an arrow from the string, bleeding from its mouth and nose, and fell to the ground...

……

The body of Taisu Yu has three great realms of Xuanyuanshi, and each realm has nine realms.

The Taisu Jade Body on the sixth floor of the Profound Realm, this is already a foundation-building true cultivator who looks at the world, and it is difficult to find a worthy opponent.

With his current physical body, even if he stood still and did not move, or an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator tried his best, it would be difficult to damage his skin, muscles and bones.

Only such extraordinary supernatural powers——

Only then can it be included in the list of Dique Gold Medals!

It was just the proud work of Tai Suzhang, a giant in the immortal way!

Not waiting for the butcher ghost to struggle to get up, Chen Heng walked like a tiger, spanning many distances in an instant, stretching his five fingers randomly, and slapping down, like a black cloud covering his head.

"Yeah ah ah ah!"

At the moment of life and death,

The butcher ghost let out a strange cry, and subconsciously spewed out a foul smell from its mouth and nose, protecting its head, but it was blown away by the turbulent wind in its palm, and scattered in all directions.

Bang!
With a slap in the face, the Butcher Ghost's body seemed to be three inches shorter than normal, and countless fine dents exploded on the ground, raging and spreading into the distance.

There seemed to be a sudden thunder sound in the flat ground, the loud sound was deafening!
Seeing its ears and nose spitting blood like crazy, Chen Heng flicked his sleeves, and pressed down with his palm again.

This time, there was only a bang, and the ghostly butcher's body collapsed like quicksand, bursting open, and a spiritual breath was drawn out, and when Chen Heng opened his mouth to inhale it, it was sucked into the intestines.

As soon as the Xuan Gong was turned, it was completely sucked up by Tai Suyu's body like a long whale sucking water, leaving nothing behind.

It's just that this time, there is no fullness of the body.

Even the sense of satisfaction is only a slight trace.

He had just broken through to the sixth level of the Profound Realm, and if he wanted to be promoted again, he would have to pass the seventh level of the Profound Realm.

The inspiration needed is undoubtedly a real mass...

"There are countless ghosts in the abyss, since I can't easily build a foundation, then I will simply raise this supernatural power to a place where there is no way to go up!
The sixth level of the Profound Realm is enough to rule the roost in Foundation Establishment, and the ninth level of the Profound Realm, even if it is a high skill against the level of the Upper Purple Mansion, it is difficult to damage this precious body!

By that time, you will have some confidence to protect your life! "

Chen Heng thought about it, and quickly made up his mind, flicked his long sleeves, and strode towards the depths of the village.

With the soul bell nearby, these ghosts who have eaten the medicine are more or less restricted, and if it is nothing, they will be cut off by [-]% of their fierce flames.

Since Ms. Shanhu got the heresy technique of refining filthy ghosts into ghost soldiers, Miss Yue has worked hard to expand the number of people.

There are still two places where ghost soldiers are raised and trained like this ghost village, both of which are not far from the mansion.

If it is swallowed up.

It is impossible to say that the spiritual needs of the seventh floor of the Profound Realm can fill the upper half, and it is unknown.

There was a slight smile on his face.

As far as the eye can see, it is only a hundred steps away.

There was a red-clothed female ghost with a slender figure and a hairpin on her head, pacing back and forth in a small circle, her eyes were empty, as if she was in a prison.

At this time.

The female ghost suddenly raised her head and met the coldness in Chen Heng's eyes.

……

……

Three days passed by in a hurry.

On the bank of a turbid yellow water, black clouds are raging, rolling away, and the sticky, fishy and sweet water vapor is only in the face.

Chen Heng dodged a gust of bloody smoke, allowing it to erode the boulder behind him like thunder.

As soon as he breathed out, he stretched out his hand, and a piece of innate sun light swept across like a long dragon, brushing away the ghosts within ten feet in front of him.After that, it was twisted and twisted again, completely smashing the corpses of the ghosts into thousands of pieces!

He opened his mouth and breathed in, then dozens of spiritual breaths fell into the forest like tired birds, and sank into his body, nourishing Tai Suyu's body.

At this moment, by the Yinshui where ghosts were originally bustling, only the sound of water whimpering remained.

After the divine light of the innate sun was emitted, the temperature of the air seemed to rise a lot, and some dark red sparks could even be faintly seen for a long time.

"Even the innate great sun light in the Xiaocheng realm is like this. If it reaches Zhongcheng and Dacheng, and it is stimulated with real qi, it may not be said that it really has the ability to burn mountains and cook seas."

Chen Heng is very satisfied with the only superior Taoism he has mastered. Apart from Tai Suyu's body, this is his strongest single-handed killing technique.

It's just that it's not easy to practice this superior Taoism. Even if you try it countless times in the Yizhen Dharma Realm, you still can't coordinate the will of the gods and maintain harmony in your mind.

There is still a short distance from Zhongcheng Realm...

at this time.

His expression changed, and he suddenly turned his eyes to look to the northwest. With his physical cultivation, he felt an extremely sharp smell that was splitting the atmosphere.

And sure enough.

After dozens of breaths, a stream of pure sword light flew over, like a streak of horses, with fierce and sharp momentum, it traversed the void for tens of feet in an instant, brushed against Chen Heng's ear, and knocked him out. The not-so-wide Yin River behind him almost split into two!
But after dividing the Yinhe River, the sword light shrank again, and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

"Are you that Chen Heng?"

A figure raised his hand, put away the sword light, and slowly praised:

"Sure enough, he is a bit courageous, he is a member of my generation!"

(End of this chapter)