Pure Yang!

Chapter 41: The Descendant of the Northern Emperor, the Night Never Dawns 20
Beidi evil ghost, Tianpeng magic spell! ?

Inside the He family manor, a deep and slightly magnetic voice sounded again, and even someone as leisurely as him couldn't help but look straight at it.

He Fei seemed to sense something and looked towards the corner, and saw that the person hiding in the shadows stood up.

"More than eighty years ago, during the Grand Ceremony, the Daoist sect suffered a great catastrophe... The Daoist masters and elites were almost wiped out, and many of the Dharma lineages were almost extinct..."

"The Northern Emperor's Law is known as the best killing law in Taoism...it should have been extinct." The low and slightly magnetic voice revealed deep doubts, and the dim eyes looked out the window.

"Is there any successor to this lineage?!"

After the great catastrophe of the Dao Sect, this lineage has not appeared in the world for eighty years. Although there are many people outside who call themselves the Beidi Sect, and even some people are recruiting disciples under the guise of Beidi Fa on the Internet, the intensive training class is 12888 yuan, without job assignment, and the expert class is 38888 yuan, which guarantees quick completion and can recommend employment to major temples...

But he was nothing more than a swindler. The real Beidi Fa has disappeared from the world for many years.

"Is it really the Northern Emperor's Law? Damn it... Hasn't this lineage been extinct?"

"Don't talk nonsense... This lineage is very domineering. Do you dare to say that they are extinct? Didn't you see a descendant jumping out? Be careful that they will kill your whole family."

"You are so presumptuous that you kill people's families at the drop of a hat. Do you regard the Taoist master who practices the Northern Emperor's Law as an evil cultivator?"

In Yujing City, all the hidden masters of the mysterious cultivation were getting nervous. If it was just an ordinary lineage, it would be fine, and it would not matter to just watch the show, but the Beidi method was extraordinary.

At this time, Gu Yuming's expression was extremely solemn, and he stared at Zhang Fan's soul without blinking. Strong yin energy continued to gather around him and turned into evil in his palm.

That terrifying wave had some substance, and was not as weak and rootless as Taiyi's method of salvation just now.

"He can't have really mastered it." Gu Yuming murmured in his heart.

In his opinion, although the spiritual power in front of him was low, if he really mastered the Northern Emperor's method, it meant that his skills must have been inherited from his master...

This lineage is full of ruthless people!!!
"Fellow……"

Gu Yuming hesitated for a moment, then his tone softened a lot and he just spoke.

boom……

With a loud bang, the evil condensed in Zhang Fan's palm suddenly shattered, the faint chanting sound also dissipated, and even the thick and strong yin energy around his body began to dissipate.

"He...he's a half-wit!?"

The sudden silence in the air made everyone fall into shock and silence. Even Gu Yuming, whose expression had just relaxed a little, had his eyes widened and his look became strange and wandering.

"You are really a paper tiger!"

If the Northern Emperor's Law was so easy to practice, it would have been everywhere long ago. How could it be called the number one killing law in Taoism? ?

Nowadays, many mantras, seals, etc. of this lineage can be found on the Internet, and many people are obsessed with them and practice them on their own. However, it is absolutely impossible to practice them in isolation and by exploring on one's own.

In fact, no matter which school or sect's magic or alchemy, it must be taught by words and deeds, and the master must teach step by step. Moreover, when the practice reaches a critical point, it is necessary to protect the side to prevent going astray.

It is impossible to master it in your lifetime if you study and practice on your own.

"This……"

"I was wondering why the Northern Emperor's Dharma has been lost for so many years, and there is no way that there is still a successor alive."

"Who is this kid? How can he fool around? I almost got fooled."

At this time, many Xuan cultivators hiding in Yujing City had lost interest. This seemingly fierce fight was more like a farce. Obviously, it was time to end it.

"Little guy, what else do you have to say? I'll tell you everything today."

Gu Yuming sneered. He had already figured out Zhang Fan's strengths and weaknesses, and no longer had any scruples. "Come on, let me see what you are."

As he spoke, Gu Yuming was about to step forward.

hum...

At this moment, Gu Yuming's soul suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, his face suddenly changed color, the light around him suddenly dimmed a little, and he shuddered suddenly, as if falling into an ice cave, and in an instant, he felt as if he was being roasted by real fire, extremely hot and unbearable.

"What's wrong with him? Why doesn't he do anything?"

"Something's wrong...something's wrong...something's wrong with his soul."

"It's not his soul that's the problem... it's his body that's the problem... someone has found his soul..."

There is no shortage of experts in Yujing City, and they could tell Gu Yuming's abnormality and clues at a glance.

When the soul leaves the body, the physical body becomes its biggest weakness.

Legend has it that in the past, one of the Eight Immortals of Shangdong Cave, Li Tieguai, had a magnificent appearance and a burly figure. One day, his soul left his body and went to Huashan to attend the alchemy meeting of his friends. Before leaving, he asked his disciples to take good care of his body. If he did not return within seven days, he would become an immortal and his body would be burned. However, his disciple's mother suddenly died of illness at home, so he burned his body before he could wait for seven days...

As a result, when Li Tieguai's soul came back, he found that he had no physical body and became like a wandering ghost. In desperation, he had no choice but to possess the body of a dead lame beggar.

"Oh no, someone is destroying my body!"

Gu Yuming's expression suddenly changed. He turned around and left without caring about Zhang Fan.

Once the physical body is damaged, the soul has no place to rely on, and it will be difficult to preserve one’s cultivation, let alone one’s life.

At this moment, in a suburban cemetery.

Gu Yuming's disciple Xiong Ba had a bruised face and blood at the corners of his mouth. He hid behind the car and watched a girl with short hair punching and kicking her master's body. From time to time, she would jump three feet high and step directly on Gu Yuming's body, as if she was using him as a cushion.

"It's so scary..." Xiong Ba trembled and looked at the girl with short hair in fear, as if he wanted to remember her forever. The latter was none other than Jiang Lai.

……

At this time, the dark clouds above the old city dissipated, and a bright moon shone in the sky.

Everything returned to normal. Gu Yuming left, and Zhang Fan's soul returned to his body, and he was no longer seen.

At this time, he was lying on the bed, breathing deeply. He obviously had not yet realized the far-reaching impact of this matter, and he didn't know what kind of uproar it would cause in Yujing City.

At this moment, Zhang Fan, who was sleeping, frowned suddenly. His body trembled slightly, revealing a hint of pain.

In his dream, he returned to that day and saw himself ten years ago.

It was still shrouded in darkness, and everything was pitch black. His mother's body lay silently beside him. Occasionally, there was a flash of lightning in the distance, cutting through the sky. Apart from that, he could not see anything else.

"Mom... Mom... I can't see... Why can't I see anything..." Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan burst into tears. He rubbed his eyes hard, trying to see everything around him clearly.

But no matter how he cried and shouted, the surroundings were still dark and confusing.

"Because you are..."

"It's dark in the night!"

At this moment, a faint sigh sounded, coming from nowhere, and echoed in Zhang Fan's dream.

(End of this chapter)