Chapter 205, Ghost Road, Cui Changsheng

In the end, it slowly condensed into a wisp of real black and red smoke. The smoke rose and changed, skeletons, evil spirits, demons, evil worship, showing its exquisite ghost cultivation in all kinds of dark changes.

Suddenly, the ghost master opened his eyes, and the red and black light flashed away. At the same time, a bald young man in a white robe slowly walked out of the dark corner of the dark room. After holding the sword with one hand, he put a big package in his hand on the ground and slowly opened it.

The strange fragrant candle as red as blood, the wooden sword made of a hundred-year-old locust tree, a lot of dark and messy hair, the little man made of yellow rice, and even the body of a monkey that has gradually begun to corrupt, all of which shows a gloomy and frightening meaning.

The old man with hair like dead grass stretched out his hand slightly, and all the items in the package were naturally ingested into his palm. After tasting for a while, the old man nodded slowly with satisfaction. It is worthy of being half a landlord, and everything is prepared to meet the specifications. With these things, the yin wind stranding technique I used can at least improve the power by more than three layers. You have done a good job.

Dumb and dry, just like the sound of two pieces of bone grinding echoes in the dark room. Even if it is a compliment, there is no ups and downs in the tone, which makes people feel uncomfortable and not feel comfortable at all.

The same is true of the handsome man in white and bald hair. He frowned vaguely and thought that if it weren't for the continuation of the sect and his own purpose, who would want to have any kind of cooperation with a guy like you?

"Don't be busy praising me. I think you have heard the information I got today. The boy in the Blood Spirit Ridge is actually a high-level monk in the nine-level realm of gas refining. Today, he is blocked outside the Red Mansion. No one dares to go out half a step. With such cultivation and head-on fighting, I'm afraid it's still above you. Now he is taking care of Hongyu, your yinfeng hanging head, and how many chances are there to succeed?

"Ten minutes." With almost no hesitation, the half-human and half-ghost monk slowly spit out two characters representing his extreme confidence. As long as you don't understand the yinluo ghost of my Cui family, and don't understand the magic of yin wind hanging head, not to mention the nine layers of gas refining, it is the legendary perfection of qi refining. What can you do?

The corners of her dry mouth curled gently, showing a very proud taste: "When the little girl named Hongyu was attracted by your sword attack and bound by my ghost, she was doomed to her death. It was not without reason that my Cui family's ghosts could run rampant in Qinling for more than a hundred years."

"What's more, as a high-level monk in the nine-level realm of gas refining, is the cabbage in your vegetable garden? Wherever you go, you can pull out one? You practice the nine-rate ancient evil art of "Yin and Yang He". How fast you are, but have you touched the edge of the nine layers of qi refining? In this unkind era of heaven and earth, how difficult it is to become a real monk. Among them, the hardship is not that you can understand the taste by relying on the power of medicine on the outside and relying on the magic on the inside.

With a wave of the black and red robe, the old man showed great arrogance in his faint words. Yin Jizhu heard such words, and the sharp color in his eyes flashed, and the palm holding the bamboo spirit sword suddenly tightened a little, the blue veins fluctuated, and the strength was faint.

It seemed to see the anger that he wanted to do it. The old man who looked old and seemed to have only one breath left was not afraid at all. It's just like a murmur, slowly talking to myself about my life's practice.

At the same time, the palm of the hand keeps rolling all kinds of things brought by Yin Jizhu around his body, slowly forming a strange, evil, even disgusting and twisted strange array. Just a glance, there is a terrible feeling of being extremely evil and dirty, and even stained with the consciousness of soul erosion.

"I, Cui Changsheng, began to practice at the age of five, and started ghosts at the age of seven. Since then, I have pillowed corpses and ghosts, day and night, swallowed vitality, and tempered the soul. In my life, I have no wife, no children, widows and friends, and even the taste of sleep. Since I was 20 years old, I have completely forgotten all from the endless hard practice. Replaced."

"I am not qualified, and I have no adventure in my life, but in the more than 30 years of the Cui family, among my peers, there are opponents. As for today, the Cui family of my peers is almost dead, and I am the only one who breaks through the nine layers of gas refining, and even realizes the secret method. There are still 40 to 50 years to live."

At this time, Cui Changsheng suddenly turned around, half a man and half a ghost, facing Yin Jizhu with his ugly cheeks like dead wood, and then slowly asked, "Do you think my life is worth it or not?"

Without words, Yin Jizhu did not dare to say anything. He hugged his sword and bowed deeply and sweated coldly, but he had soaked his relatively thin white gauze in a short time.

He practiced the ancient evil art "Yin and Yang He". He can not only improve his skills between the flowers and beauties, but also practice a strange and changing evil magic power. The real combat power is far beyond the ordinary eight realms of gas refining. Yin Jizhu even feels that the nine-layer monks who are generally or not in the state of combat power are not his opponents.

Therefore, when he cooperated with the old man in front of him, he looked at his old age. Yin Jizhu was respectful on the surface, but inside, he really didn't pay much attention to it. This kind of person who is good at long-range magic is often not good at close combat. When necessary, Yin Jizhu even felt that he wanted to cut this old man under the sword. Avoid a lot of risks and troubles after the event. After all, the blood is strong and rampant in the Qinling Mountains. This is not a problem that can be solved by hanging a red jade and driving away a Zhu Peng.

However, after hearing the old man's words "Cui Changsheng" to himself, it was like a thunderbolt, which made Yin Jizhu scorched and tender inside. For a long time, he couldn't say a word.

It is also the nine-layer realm of gas refining, which is not very different for low-level monks, but in essence, the nine-layer realm of gas refining stimulated by self-cultivation and external drug power are completely different.

The reason why the five masters of the Blood Soul Three Elders, Iron Beast Snake, and Blood Soul Ridge, are famous and rampant is that they all five of them practice by themselves. In this era of the end of heaven and earth, with their own understanding and accumulation, they have been refined on the nine layers of qi refining (all nine layers of qi refining up, what is the specific cultivation? For the realm, it varies from person to person.).

The real combat power is not the same as the nine layers of gas refining that came out with external forces or secret skills. The battle of Lingwu Lake explained a lot of problems. The three alliances sent six real-life monks, but in the end, although Su Wenshe was seriously damaged, the six real people disappeared. The biggest joke in Qin Wangling has also become an opportunity for the complete defeat of the three ethnic alliances.