Mortals get a golden finger for immortal cultivation every year

Chapter 395 The Blood Moon Ghost King Recognizes His Master

"Thank you so much, you finally taught me this technique."

This was the most pleasant sentence Zhao Shuang had ever heard, and it also made Zhao Shuang more certain that he definitely did not come to Zhangjiajie after ascending to heaven.

"Alright, practice well. I'll go find the magic medicine right now. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to find it soon."

After becoming more certain of his guess, Zhao Shuang did not continue to ask.

If the Moon Goddess was not lying in this Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin, she would have died long ago.

Now he is almost like a dying candle and may die at any time!

The "Great Yin-Yang Technique" combined with the magic medicine should be able to prolong his life and help him recover his divine power.

At the same time, if I remember correctly, there should be treasures more precious than the magic medicine!

However, I still need to get it right now, but I don’t know where Shi Qianjue has gone.

There was no breath at all.

But if you think about it carefully, it is really possible.

After all, the underworld that the previous river of corpses led to had countless spaces.

Therefore, Shi Qianjue might have been teleported to another underworld space by the River of Corpses, and was not in their space.

As for what is in other spaces, that is unknown.

But with Shi Qianjue's strength being infinitely close to that of the Great Sage, there shouldn't be any danger.

"gone!"

Zhao Shuang put the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin into the storage bracelet and continued to the next place.

However, after just a few steps, the road was blocked.

"Hand over the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin, or you will die!" The words came from a dark red cloud of ghost fire.

And in this ghost fire cloud is the Blood Moon Ghost King.

However, at the moment, her condition was not very good.

The black hair fell vertically, and the blood-red robe wrapped around her graceful body was already tattered, only covering the important parts. The rest was all beautiful scenery, hazy and looming, making people want to take a few more glances.

Especially the two slender legs, exposed outside, round and tight, making it difficult to look away.

"A half-saint was able to steal the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin so quietly. It seems you have quite a lot of abilities!"

The Blood Moon Ghost King's breath was as fragrant as orchid, and her tone was so cold that black ice condensed on the ground, which was enough to show how serious her murderous intention towards Zhao Shuang was.

It was precisely because of the connection with the Moon Goddess in the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin that Zhao Shuang was found.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is going to take my life, Moon God, you don't want to do anything about it?"

Zhao Shuang exclaimed in admiration.

"who are you?"

The Blood Moon Ghost King panicked. The voice in her mind reappeared, forcing her to panic!

The voice made her surrender and obey Zhao Shuang's orders.

"No... Impossible! I'm the Ghost King!"

"Submit to him"!
This majestic voice made the Blood Moon Ghost King look extremely ugly, and his long legs fell to his knees with a "thump".

"Blood Moon greets the Master!"

The Blood Moon Ghost King did not want to surrender, but the voice in her head forced her to surrender, and she could not refuse at all.

"Let's go! Take me to where the Ghost King of God is. We don't have much time, so we must hurry. Otherwise, if we miss the opportunity, it will be impossible to get the magic medicine."

Zhao Shuang calculated the time and spoke.

"God of the Beginning Ghost King, do you want to die?"

The Blood Moon Ghost King's face changed drastically and he refused directly.

"Don't ask, just take me there. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

Zhao Shuang's tone changed slightly and he said in a cold voice.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, more and more monks will enter the underworld, so we naturally have to hurry.

The Blood Moon Ghost King's expression became increasingly ugly in response to Zhao Shuang's order.

However, the blood-red moonlight, shining on the ghost body of the beautiful ghost king, made the snow-white skin covered with a layer of enchanting red. Every line of the body was extremely soft, making people feel suffocated.

"Yes!"

"However, I need to heal my wounds. That monk was extremely strong against me. Now I only have 20% to 30% of my strength left."

The Blood Moon Ghost King finally agreed, but he also put forward conditions.

"This is for you. It should be enough for you to recover from your injuries."

Zhao Shuang took a look at the Blood Moon Ghost King and knew that what he said was true. Then he took out a black jade bottle from his storage bracelet and threw it to the latter.

"what is this?"

The Blood Moon Ghost King took the black jade bottle, and it was so cold that even she, the Ghost King, felt the chill.

This also filled her heart with surprise, and she immediately opened the black jade bottle.

Suddenly, an extremely pure and cold air diffused out, and the next moment, a black pill the size of a cherry poured out, engraved with dense and strange runes.

"what is this?"

The Blood Moon Ghost King had a feeling that if he swallowed this black pill, he would be able to recover as before, or even go further.

"It's nothing. After a god dies, the death energy released, even though it's only a part, less than one ten-thousandth, can still restore you to your original state."

Zhao Shuang gave a simple explanation.

This deity is naturally not a corpse, but a divine tree that reaches the sky.

Zhao Shuang collected all the death energy released by the Heaven-Connecting Divine Tree in Zhang Ruoji's Qiankuntu. This black pill was just one of them.

"You actually have such an opportunity to wield the aura of death after the death of a god. No wonder that master asked me to submit to you. Fine, I can submit to you, but you need to provide this elixir. Moreover, our status is equal, and I have the right not to accept things that I cannot do."

The Blood Moon Ghost King's pale and flawless face turned slightly red as he spoke.

"Haha, that adult told you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Shuang laughed out loud.

In response to this question, the Blood Moon Ghost King did not answer, but simply chose to remain silent?
"Alright. If you don't want to, forget it. This is the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Go inside and refine the Death Pill first. There are several Impermanence inside to accompany you. They won't let you be alone."

Zhao Shuang agreed, then took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and said.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner and Impermanence, should they both be female Impermanence?"

The Blood Moon Ghost King said with disdain.

"Haha, everyone loves beauty, so what? Even though she's a female impermanent, she still has a unique charm compared to human women."

Zhao Shuang laughed heartily, without a trace of embarrassment or regret at all.

He didn't know how many times he had experienced this kind of thing.

"Huh. All men are the same after all."

Seeing this, the Blood Moon Ghost King snorted coldly, but still transformed into a ghostly aura and entered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. As the Blood Moon Ghost King entered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner suddenly increased several times.

This surprised Zhao Shuang, but it was normal. After all, this was the Ghost King.

Nature is not comparable to impermanence.

"Congratulations to King Ji Tian for subduing another female ghost king."

This is a bald monk in his fifties, with a slightly plump figure. His golden robes spread out to the left and right, revealing a round belly, giving people the feeling of Maitreya Buddha.

Next to him was a bald monk named Jialuokong, who was slightly younger, shorter and thinner, with darker skin, giving people a cold and evil feeling.

"I didn't expect you to come too. Are you here on the orders of Monk Xinshu?"

Zhao Shuang chuckled when he saw these two high-level semi-saint evil monks from the Dead Zen Sect.

"That's right. Moreover, I originally wanted to use the Yin energy of this Ghost King to make further progress, but I didn't expect that it would benefit King Ji Tian. What a pity."

The method of cultivation practiced by Jia Luokong is very evil, called "The Yin and Yang Joyful Buddha Sutra". Only by constantly fighting with the undead..., absorbing the Yin Qi and corpse Qi in the other party's body, and refining it into his own flesh and blood, can his cultivation level continue to improve.

Zhao Shuang's principle for dealing with this kind of evil monk has always been to kill him!

"Since King Ji Tian is unwilling, then I will not be polite."

As he spoke, more than a hundred semi-saint corpses appeared on all sides of Zhao Shuang, transforming into a large corpse formation, blocking all the space and escape routes around Zhao Shuang.

There are more than a hundred semi-saint corpses. This is why they dare to fight Zhao Shuang, who is capable of killing a saint and comes to capture the Blood Moon Ghost King.

At the same time, another evil monk from the Dead Zen Sect had a vajra as thick as an arm in his hand, and it was wrapped with the evil holy energy in his body.

Then the vajra flew into the air and burst out with an extremely powerful holy power.

There are 675 inscriptions engraved on the inside of the vajra. It is undoubtedly a holy artifact with 100 inscriptions.
"Boom!"

With such a deafening explosion, it meant that Galalan had exerted the vajra to its strongest state. Ancient Buddhist texts flew out and hovered in the air. The light emitted by them illuminated the entire world in gold.

"Eight directions broken."

At this time, looking at Zhao Shuang who seemed to be frightened silly, Jialuo Lan immediately roared.

Suddenly, as the voice fell, the vajra in the sky turned into a golden stream of light and whistled towards Zhao Shuang.

Facing such a terrifying attack, Zhao Shuang used his finger as a sword and slashed out with it. The sword energy was like a rainbow, rushing into the sky.

"boom!!!!"

In an instant, the sword energy collided with the holy weapon, and the ground beneath Zhao Shuang's feet cracked, sweeping up dust that covered the sky and the sun, completely obscuring Zhao Shuang's figure.

"Humph, what is this Ji Tian Wang? He is a complete waste that cannot be underestimated."

"Don't be careless. The ancestor has mentioned King Ji Tian more than once, and each time he praised him highly, saying that he was the only one who could possibly defeat Empress Chi Yao. And his younger brother, the heir of time and space, is also a possibility."

"Humph, even so, you're still a waste."

"I never thought that Patriarch Si Zen would praise me so much. I really don't deserve it!"

Before he finished speaking, the dust cleared and a light laugh was heard.

"How come you're okay? Even a fifth-level semi-saint wouldn't be safe and sound after this attack of mine." Galalan said in disbelief when he saw Zhao Shuang without any problems at all.

"I can even kill saints, and you think you can hurt me with just this little attack. Who gives you such confidence, Old Patriarch Si Zen, no, how could the leader of your Si Zen sect have a fool like you?"

Zhao Shuang sneered.

Hearing the word "idiot", Jia Luolan flew into a rage. Immediately, he put his hands together and uttered a passage of scripture.
Then, golden Buddhist characters appeared on his body, left his skin, flew into the sky, and connected with the Buddhist characters emerging from the vajra.

As for Jialuo Kong, he had no intention of helping, but instead chose to continue controlling more than a hundred semi-saint corpses to guard against Zhao Shuang, or in other words, to be ready to attack Zhao Shuang at any time.

More than one hundred semi-saint corpses, with such power, it may be difficult to destroy the world, but they are also extremely terrifying.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, Galalan's vajra collided with Zhao Shuang's sword energy again. This time, the vajra, a holy weapon with hundreds of patterns, was directly knocked away, and even half of the inscription on it was cut off.

If it were not a Hundred-Pattern Holy Artifact with more than 300 inscriptions, it would have probably fallen to the Hundred-Pattern Holy Artifact class by now.

"hateful!"

Jialuolan was furious, but it was of no use, and Zhao Shuang was too lazy to continue to pester her.

"Sword One, cut!"

Even though Galalan was a half-saint, he didn't let Zhao Shuang use Sword Two.

The sword light was bright, and Galalan cut it in half with one sword. It couldn't be deader!
"What a Jian Yi! He is worthy of being the King Ji Tian!"

At this time, just as Zhao Shuang was about to attack and kill Jialuo Kong, the voice of Nan Xinshu, the monk of the Dead Zen Sect, came.

And his real body hasn't arrived yet!
"Jialuokong, stop King Jitian, and I will be there soon."

The voice of Nan Xinshu, the dead Zen monk, gave the order.

The voice is ethereal, but no one has the right to refuse!
"I obey your command!"

Jia Luokong grinned and said with confidence.

"The Buddhist master of mind magic is here. Even if you are the King of Heaven, you will definitely die. Hahahaha."

After laughing, he recited another scripture.

Suddenly, a golden Sanskrit character appeared between the eyebrows of the more than one hundred refined corpses under his control, and then swarmed towards his body, causing his realm to increase dramatically at once, reaching the level of a fifth-level semi-saint.

"That's it?" Seeing this scene, Zhao Shuang raised his eyebrows and shook his head in disappointment.

"Sword One, destroy!"

As soon as the words fell, another sword light shot out!

With a "rip", Jialuo Kong was killed by Zhao Shuang before he could adapt to the sudden increase in strength.

However, the time he delayed was enough.

Nan Xinshu, the dead Zen monk, has arrived!

"How do you think you should repay King Ji Tian Wang for killing two of our sect's holy monks?"

Nan Xinshu, the monk of the Dead Zen sect, had a smile on his face, without a trace of anger.

"How can I repay you? You were the one who killed them! Why should I repay you, really?"

Zhao Shuang curled his lips and sneered.

"I definitely didn't mean that. It's just that they were not strong enough, so they were killed by King Ji Tian. If King Ji Tian was not strong enough, it would be natural for me to kill him, right?"

Nan Xinshu said with great confidence.

"Haha, you want to kill me? Nan Xinshu, do you really think you have the strength to do this instead of being killed by me?"

Zhao Shuang smiled and burst into laughter.

"If I were really killed by King Ji Tian, ​​it would be because I was not strong enough, which is natural. I would not resent King Ji Tian at all. But if I win, it would be the same."

Nan Xinshu said with the same smile.

"Do you think you can do it with this Wanbao cassock?"

Zhao Shuang took a look at the cassock of Nan Xinshu, the dead Zen monk.

(End of this chapter)