Chapter 220 I am a treasure house of self-produced and sold
The cabinet was silent, and the reflection of the ten heads was reflected on the ground.
Everyone held his breath and became cautious even when he breathed. He could notice that a figure slowly approached in the wind and sand not far away.
Bian Qingfeng respectfully guarded outside the cabinet, and his sweat had soaked his Taoist robe.
Anyone with a little background has already figured out the origin of the sancang. This person is named Zhang Yu, and he has a deeper qualification among the same official positions in the court, and has been in his age for more than two hundred years.
The life span of the killing ghost realm (concentration of the mind) is generally three hundred years, but because of the symbiosis between humans and ghosts, few people live to the limit of heaven and man.
The same is true for Zhang Yu, who has died of life at the age of two hundred.
Anyway, with the backlash of the killing ghosts in his body, he will lose his mind bit by bit, and eventually become an evil spirit and fall into the five levels of hell forever.
Zhang Yu was unwilling to give up.
His behavior in recent years has become increasingly crazy. Not only did he try various life-extending methods, he even accommodated multiple evil spirits to check and balance the killing ghosts, but it was useless and no one could escape the transformation from ghosts.
"Mr. Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time, you still look..."
The figure walked out of the wind and sand, Bian Qingfeng's pupils shrank slightly, and his face was extremely pale. "Qingfeng, what's the matter?"
Zhang Yu's words were full of malicious intentions, and his terrifying appearance made the monks creepy.
He was hunched and bloated, and he had seven heads. His skin was covered with abscesses, and blood kept flowing as he walked.
Bian Qingfeng recognized at a glance that there were seven ghosts in Zhang Yu's body.
Using the use of accommodating evil spirits to prolong life, resulting in no living characteristics from head to toe, and the three yang fires present a strange faint light.
"Qingfeng leads the way. The old Taoist is in a good mood today and will not kill you."
Zhang Yu looked up at the sky. The corpse Taoist's head was faintly visible, and many heads stared at the corpse Taoist. When the child visualizes, his almost collapsed body gradually becomes somewhat relieved.
"It really works!!!"
He has been reading the files about the Ten Absolute Formation, but there has been little information circulating in the past three thousand years, but it is everywhere that the eleventh head is likely to come from a true immortal.
The true immortals are rarely known in history. It seems that all paper records have been deleted and modified, and occasionally mentioned them will cover up the name. "The Taoist of the Corpse is definitely the Taoist of the Corpse!!!"
As an ancient immortal, the Taoist of the Corpse has never turned into a ghost and god in endless hell.
Zhang Yu suspected that the Taoist corpse was still alive, and the cabinet's head was the evidence, otherwise why was the exposed Taoist rhyme vivid?
"I must find the Taoist corpse, only he can prolong my life."
"I haven't lived enough for just two hundred years!"
"Next, I will arrange a magic circle to pull some corpses. The Taoist's dandruff, with the help of many ghosts, should be able to find the place where the Taoist's corpse lived."
Zhang Yu's pupils were red, and he could no longer suppress the killing ghost.
"Qingfeng, nothing unusual in the cabinet has happened recently, right?"
Bian Qingfeng said with a silence, "Mr. Zhang, my subordinates are dereliction of duty." Zhang Yu's face became ugly, and he quickly noticed something was wrong in the cabinet. The Yin energy was more disordered than before, and they were gathering in the center. .
"Sir Zhang, a constable who came to retreat in a small place, but he forced himself into your practice room. You know, you can't open the practice room once someone settles in."
"Oh?"
What surprised Bian Qingfeng was that Zhang Yu showed a playful expression instead.
Zhang Yu released his spiritual sense and swept the cabinet and found that there was indeed a constable in the central practice room. He had just broken through the ghost realm in his thirties and forties.
The ghost-inducing array he prepared to arrange can cause the corpse Taoist boy to lose control for a short time.
Zhang Yu does not need to intervene, the corpse Taoist boy's head will hit Wenqu Xingjun, and he will suffer more or less damage and will naturally obtain dandruff.
The central practice room is the eye of the ghost-induced formation.
Zhang Yu calculated that for the sake of safety, there must be a living person in the array's eyes, and the chaos can be calmed after the corpse Taoist boy's head is eaten.
"Hehe, it's a coincidence that you can be eaten by an immortal." Zhang Yu sneered, and Bian Qingfeng was so frightened that he was at a loss.
To be on the safe side, Zhang Yu asked, "Where is a small place?"
"Jialiang Water Town."
Bian Qingfeng did not mention Yi Qidong. On the one hand, he was afraid that Zhang Yu would blame him. On the other hand, if Sun Qiqian really had a background, he would not have been able to achieve the realm of evil spirits at the age of forty.
It should be just a chance to get the appreciation of Yi Qidong.
The cabinet's quota seems precious, but it is not worth mentioning to the tutor.
"Don't pay too much attention, Qingfeng, you assist me in drawing the spiritual patterns of the magic circle, covering 130 meters with that practice room as the boundary."
"Okay!"
A head on Zhang Yu's back opened his eyes and vomited, and more than a dozen talismans were attached to the doors and windows of the central practice room, completely closing the house.
The monks dodged in advance, all outside the scope of the ghost-induced formation.
They couldn't help but show their complexity, and realized that Sun Qi was likely to die, so the sanctioned envoy killed an ordinary constable without a price.
Not to mention, you, Sun Qi, are completely asking for trouble.
…………
Sun Qi was full of anxiety and saw through the window that the ghost-inducing array was constantly forming. After a while, there were already more complicated spiritual patterns on the ground.
He knew that he was leaning on the corpse fairy, but he was inevitably a little panicked. "The immortal is now in seclusion, if it is affected..."
The corpse immortal seemed to be focused on his practice, not paying attention to the noise outside, even if the yin energy around him became extremely disordered.
Sun Qi tried to convey thoughts to the outside world, but his spiritual consciousness could not leave the practice room.
He knocked on the door hard, but only got Bian Qingfeng's gloating ridicule, "Sun Qi, right? I'm going to practice in seclusion. Maybe I can lift the clouds in the ghost formation." Bian Qingfeng leaned closer to the window and looked at Sun. Qi looked angry.
"If you were willing to pay a little price at the beginning, why would you regret falling to the current level? Hahaha, don't worry, Lord Zhang won't let you suffer too long."
Sun Sun Qi was stunned, and then realized that Bian Qingfeng could not detect Yang He.
He felt relieved, and it turned out that he was worried too much. How could an immortal who had survived for three thousand years be negligent? Everything was under control.
"I'm crazy, I'm afraid I'm already scared."
Bian Qingfeng noticed Sun Qi sitting cross-legged on the ground and sucked the yin energy, and immediately looked down on him.
He turned around and planned to walk out of the ghost-attracting formation. The key spiritual patterns of the magic array were no longer able to be dealt with by his own ghost realm.
Boom.
Bian Qingfeng felt a burning body and soul inexplicably, but he looked back but found no strangeness.
The effect of the talisman on the doors and windows is slightly faster.
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Yang He's head crackled, Yang Sheng was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood was seeping out of his skin, and it was already purple.
The blood vessels and meridians were replaced by spiritual roots one after another, outlining the mysterious Taoist rhyme in the body.
The progress of the branches has increased sharply, and the two spiritual roots have shown signs of fusion, and the color of the entangled spiritual roots is gradually unified.
Life is 512 years.
The spiritual roots began to replace capillaries, and the body was experiencing extraordinary experiences.
The realm of concentration is the first step to becoming an immortal. The spiritual roots are the immortal foundation connecting the way of heaven. The ghost realm is the immortal palace based on the way of heaven. Finally, the Taoist fruit named Three Flowers will bloom.
Yang He's practice has always been perfect.
Maybe looking at the past and present, there is no other person who can reach such a level, and even the strange acupoints and capillaries that are of little significance have not been spared.
Life is 427 years.
Yang He's mouth raised, and his body seemed to turn into a tree species. The dense Taoist rhyme extended from his pores and occupied the entire practice room.
Sun Qi was immersed in swallowing and exhaling the yin energy without realizing it.
Yang He used the help of Daoyun to bless him again, and Sun Qi, as a bystander, obtained a part of the immortal body, one-twentieth of the Nether Ghost Body.
The tiger ghost is docilely dormant in the spine, feeling the illusion that blood is thicker than water.
The miscellaneous beast technique can only solve the problem of the two ghosts fighting each other. The ghost body of the Netherworld completely solves Sun Qi's hidden dangers, and even because of the immortal body, he can easily live to the end of heaven and man.
Of course, Yang Chi is the source of the Netherworld Ghost Body, and a thought can determine Sun Qi's life and death.
If Zhang Yu had learned about it, he would probably vomit blood from his mouth. The opportunity he could not get was worth mentioning in Yang He's opinion. "Well." Yang He restrained his breath and Dao Yun instantly returned to his body.
He successfully set foot on the long leaves, and his life was still 341 years left. The Antarctic Immortal Pill of the Immortal Life saved at least seven or eight years of hard practice.
It seems that a thousand years of life is not worth it.
But Yang He is not short of his life. The rare qualifications in ancient and modern times will not be difficult before becoming an immortal. What he lacks is always time to practice.
"Long leaf practice involves organs. The so-called long leaves refer to the extension of the spiritual root, using the spine as the stem, and refining the organs as the leaves."
Yang He checked three The recent situation of the Yin instrument, the copper coin sword appeared in the palm of the palm.
The copper coin sword has broken through the cob, and it is still a sword body made of a red rope tied to copper coins, but a pair of transparent wings grew on both sides of the sword body.
Buzz ~~
The copper coin sword was circling and moving inside the house, so fast that the pupil ghost could not catch it.
If Yang He had not had spiritual vision, he would only feel that the copper coin sword flashed in a square inch.
Then is the three-legged tripod.
Yang He raised his eyebrows, and apart from his original short legs, the three-legged tripod actually grew six arms, which was quite pirated with three heads and six arms.
"Huh?"
He was so amused that he found that the three-legged tripod had three eyes.
The three-legged tripod is obviously imitating itself, and the arms are also useful, and the eyes are purely decorative, an alternative transformation.
"Forget it, please don't let it go in front of others in the future, otherwise I will definitely feel that I have a brain disease and refine the magic weapon into the same shape."
"What a pity." >
Yang He swept over the leather robe. The potential of the leather robe was slightly worse. He digested hundreds of evil furs but got stuck in the pseudo-yin treasure.
He took out the Linglong Pagoda and directly dismantled it into three layers.
"Go."
The bottom layer of Linglong Pagoda fell into the three-legged tripod, the cover plate closed, the temperature inside the tripod increased, and a series of crackling noises came out.
"Longily, Linglong Pagoda is not a whole, otherwise it would be too difficult to refine it."
A large amount of yin energy is instilled into the three-legged tripod.
Yang He glanced at the outside world and said that the ghost-induced formation had completed more than 30%. Zhang Yu's formation level was quite good and he would not wait for a long time.
"Baoguling needs a head of the head to control thousands of heads. I was hesitant before, but you helped me solve a problem."
"What kind of head is it? It's not as good as the head of a corpse Taoist boy."
"In this way, Baoguling will definitely be like an arm using his fingers."
Yang He's thoughts were opened, "Bao Guling is so suitable for me. Every time the story ends, you can take away the character's head and refine it."
"As sooner or later, you can achieve the treasure!!!"
< br>(This chapter ends)