The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 141
The ghost felt that his soul body was contracting forcefully under an invisible net, even if he tried his best, he couldn't stop it at all.

Moreover, I also feel that if this continues, his life, his soul, will eventually shrink to a point and be wiped out.

He was terrified, utterly terrified.

In the face of death, there is nothing to let go.

He has waited for 2000 years and endured the boundless loneliness. Even if the little humiliation in front of him is very embarrassing, if he endures it, it will pass. Maybe in the future, he will have a chance to be free again.

"I am willing, I am willing to give my soul imprint, and I am willing to honor you."

There was hardly a moment of hesitation anymore, the ghost opened his mouth, and spoke in an old voice.

He was afraid that it would be too late, Lin Yang sealed it with blood again, and his soul flew away.

Hearing this, Lin Yang smiled slightly, put away his sword fingers, turned around, and found a jade slip in the ghost's well-hidden resentment eyes, touched the jade slip with his finger, and drew out a series of runes in the air .

Finally, with a light tap on the jade slip, all the runes were integrated into the jade slip, making the ordinary jade slip emit a faint light, making it look extraordinary.

After doing this, Lin Yang raised his head gently, looked at the body taken by the ghost, and just glanced at it, the ghost trembled, the green light in his eyes was terrified, he didn't dare to hesitate, he quickly raised his finger, and moved towards the body. Between the eyebrows, be a little more ruthless.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

Painful screams roared out from the ghost's mouth, and when it reverberated in the room, there was even a trace of black ghostly energy overflowing from its body.

The black ghost energy slowly condensed in the air, and turned into a black light, which shot straight at the jade slip in Lin Yang's hand.

Almost instantly, black light shot into the jade slips, making the originally white jade slips suddenly dark and look much more eerie.

Seeing this, Lin Yang was not surprised at all. He raised his hand again and tapped the jade slip several times.

When he stopped, the ghost's body trembled, and he felt that there was a hand of death in his soul, which was placed three inches above his head. As long as a thought fell, this hand of death would fall and take away his soul. The last life, the soul flies away.

The ghost couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart. After finally waiting for a thousand years of opportunity, he became someone else's slave at this moment. This fate is really stupid.

However, he didn't dare to have the slightest hesitation, didn't dare to have the slightest negligence, and knelt down to Lin Yang like the ancients: "Slave Tianzhu, I have seen the master."

After speaking, he sighed even more in his heart.

Lin Yang was playing with the ink-colored jade slips in his hands. When he heard this, his expression moved, and he was a little surprised: "Aren't you Zhuan Zhu?"

"Returning to the master, this person is just my alias in the world. Back then, I helped him assassinate King Liao of Wu in order to get the help of Young Master Guang, get more training materials, and build such a cave."

"I see."

Lin Yang nodded slightly.

As an immortal cultivator, even if he has fallen, he is still proud in his heart. Generally, he will not interfere in mundane affairs, and only the cultivation materials can impress the immortal cultivator and let the immortal cultivator intervene in some mundane affairs.

In the silence in his heart, Lin Yang scanned the entire room with his gaze, and suddenly saw a purse-like bag beside the bones on the stone bed. His heart moved, and when he gently raised his hand, he grabbed the bag in the air.

The purse-like bag flew up from the stone bed, and appeared in Lin Yang's palm almost in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yang saw at a glance that this was indeed a storage bag commonly used by low-level immortal cultivators.

He couldn't help but the spiritual power gushed out of his body and poured it into the storage bag. He wanted to open it, but he found that it was something with an owner, and there was no movement at all.

Lin Yang shook his head involuntarily, and was about to give up, but suddenly his heart moved again. When he raised his eyes, he looked at Tian Zhu who was kneeling on the ground.

When the ghost servant Tianzhu saw Lin Yang's eyes, when his heart was bitter, he cursed even more from the bottom of his heart.

Gou said, forced me to be a slave, and now I've set my sights on my baby, God struck me with lightning, why didn't I kill you, you bastard of MMP, you're going to die. '

However, he only dared to curse from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't dare to express any opinion.

And at this moment, when Lin Yang looked at him, he had to show a flattering smile on his face. He didn't dare to show the slightest hesitation. He just gritted his teeth and slapped his eyebrows, and the connection with the storage bag was broken in an instant.

Seeing this, Lin Yang smiled lightly, and the spiritual power in his body poured into the storage bag. After opening it, he saw that there was only a space of three cubic meters in the storage bag, and there were some jade pieces made of ancient jade. Jane, and some gowns.

Lin Yang shook his head, none of these things interested him.

He couldn't help raising his head, and his eyes fell on Tian Zhu's chest, where there was an orchid tattoo and a blood hole without blood.

……

Tianzhu knelt on the ground, and he didn't dare to get up without Lin Yang's permission.

Moreover, his life is in Lin Yang's hands, and he is carefully observing Lin Yang's every move at this moment. Only when he understands his new master can he take the next step.

However, at this time, seeing Lin Yang's eyes look again, and it fell on the wound in the heart, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood, and scolded all eight generations of Lin Yang's ancestors from the bottom of his heart.

But he gritted his teeth, controlled the newly acquired body, and showed a painful smile.

"Master, I have a flying sword here, please accept it."

When he finished speaking, he slapped his chest hard.

Suddenly, a cold light shot out from the blood-stained wound in the heart. After being grabbed by him, he wiped it with his palm, his body felt as if struck by lightning, and there was a trace of ghost energy floating out from the body, as if weak some.

But in a hurry, he lowered his head, held the flying sword with fish scales in his hands, and raised it above his head. On the surface, he looked extremely pious.

However, in those lowered eyes, there was resentment.

In this cave, among all the collections, there are only these two most precious treasures, and now they are all forcibly plundered by Lin Yang without saying a word. This hatred, this hatred, even if he is already a slave, is impossible eliminate.

Seeing this, Lin Yang smiled faintly, raised his palm, and grabbed the flying sword with fish scale patterns in the air.

"Whoosh!"

The flying sword flew up from the palm of Tian Zhu, and shot towards Lin Yang with the sound of a wind whistle.

Hearing the sound of the wind whistle, Tian Zhu's heart was bleeding, and his hatred for Lin Yang became even more monstrous.

'If one day, I can turn over... I can turn over...

But, how do I turn over? The imprint of my soul was imprinted on the jade slip by this kid. As long as the jade slip is crushed, I will be out of my wits. '

Thinking of this, he felt depressed for a while, and when he raised his head slightly, the green light in his eyes couldn't help being taken aback.

He actually saw that when the flying sword flew over, Lin Yang flipped the palm holding the black jade slip, and directly put the black jade slip with the imprint of the souls of the heavens into the storage bag.

Seeing this, Tianzhu suddenly had a strange light in his eyes, and when he stared at the storage bag fiercely, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up with a gloomy look.

This storage bag, he remembered, if it is possible, if there is a chance... he must get it again.

(End of this chapter)