Chapter 40: All the points were lost
At the moment when Chunyangzhuang was promoted to Xiaocheng, Shen Lian felt that his blood was heating up, and at the same time, the tidal energy began to move.
Zhulang Jin instinctively wants to suppress the Pure Yang Jin, causing a dull pain in the meridians.
“A sign of obsession.”
Shen Lian carried the black wooden coffin while walking, combing his strength.
Not long after he left the hall, a large number of government officials rushed to the gate, only to see an empty courtyard without any resentment.
The yamen servant who stayed behind told the truth, and rumors of the [Black Coffin Demon] spread like wildfire.
As for the initiator.
While the government officials were gathering, Shen Lian had already found the last courtyard where ghosts were forbidden, which was the carriage stables where horses were originally placed.
He pinched the bridge of his nose with a slight headache, and the two strong forces caused qi and blood disorder.
"If there was no career panel, I would have to waste at least half of my strength."
As soon as Shen Lian approached the carriage stables, he heard ghosts crying and howling in the courtyard. It was obvious that it was not just the hall where resentment was getting out of control.
“Listen to the noise, the number of ghosts should be no less than in the hall, they are really energetic.”
Shen Lian opened the door.
The carriage stable fell into silence, and the peeping eyes from the ghosts were extremely fanatical. They had never seen such delicious blood food.
Bang.
Shen Lian closed the door expressionlessly.
From outside the door, you can only hear the sound of the black wooden coffin being dragged, mixed with the desperate and sad wails of the ghosts. The inferior ghosts have little insight into the situation and have no power to fight back.
After Shen Lian eliminated half of the ghosts, he allowed his resentment to corrode himself.
If anyone was around, they would definitely see a shocking scene. More than a dozen ghosts took turns attacking Shen Lian, desperately trying to drain the latter's seemingly endless supply of energy and blood.
Where is Shen Lian?
He was reading the secret book of Kumbhaka, pondering the mystery of this special horizontal practice.
After a while, Shen Lian heard the sound of bones colliding all over his body, his muscles became tighter, and his skin faintly exuded a metallic luster.
[Golden Bell Cover (Perfection)]
Seeing this, Shen Lian stopped holding back, and all the ghosts within ten meters were reduced to ashes.
The surviving ghosts were hiding in the corner of the stable and shivering.
Shen Lian is too lazy to kill them all, and it doesn't matter if there are ghosts to cover them up. Next, the government officials will most likely send the new ghosts to the stables.
[Whether to spend 5 points to advance to martial arts: Chunyang Zhuan (Dacheng)]
Shen Lian scanned the career panel, the progress of Nine-Ear Chao Feng has reached 78.23%, Sharp Tooth Warrior 51.76%, a profit of 23 points.
“Yes!”
"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."
Shen Lian's eyes turned red and he endured the intensifying conflict in his dantian. However, the efficiency of bone refining increased sharply and the numbness spread.
After he added a wave of nutrients, the nutrients in his stomach were enough to support the synthesis of martial arts.
"Take it easy, most of the ghosts have been turned into experience, leave the rest to myna, just rest for a few days."
Shen Lian placed the black wooden coffin in the stable, Cover with straw.
When he got into the coffin and lay down on the soft and fluffy quilt, he yawned happily and fell asleep.
“It’s really more comfortable to practice martial arts while lying down.”
Humans, after eating and drinking, they always want to take a nap.
No one could have imagined that Shen Lian would close his eyes and rest in the resentful Yamen in the middle of the night, and the bed would be a black wood coffin.
The surrounding ghosts did not dare to disturb him, for fear that the big demon in the coffin would awaken.
Any slight movement of the black wooden coffin made the ghosts extremely frightened, and they would rather stay within the range covered by the talisman and endure the burning.
Shen Lian was leisurely and leisurely, and did not wake up until the pure Yang energy was fully achieved.
The two forces were barely able to fight each other, causing the eight meridians to become a mess.
However.
Shen Lian also noticed that the two forces are extremely effective in refining bones, even though there are hundreds of millions of ants crawling in the bones. To ensure nothing went wrong, he carried out the synthesis of horizontal training in advance.
[Whether to consume 3 points to synthesize the iron body skill and the golden bell]
The beginning of the synthesis of horizontal training directly allows the flesh and blood bones of the upper body to form a whole, and the conflict between the strengths will no longer affect it. Go to Shen Lian.
Bang bang bang bang.
The body of more than two meters is growing rapidly.
Shen Lian had no choice but to lie on his side with his knees bent. Fortunately, the height suddenly stopped when he reached 2.5 meters, otherwise the coffin that was barely put together would definitely fall apart.
The Dantian becomes clearly differentiated. The tidal force is like water waves at the bottom; the pure Yang force is like a burning cloud floating at the top.
Shen Lian's expression was stunned.
"I have only been promoted to bone refining for a long time, but there is a tendency to start refining blood. I am indeed an innate master of the holy body. I am extremely talented!"
Shen Lian smiled, Do not hesitate to continue to be promoted to Chunyang Zhuan.
[Whether to spend 10 points to advance to martial arts: Pure Yang Zhuan (Perfect)]
The blood is boiling, the temperature within half a meter of the black wooden coffin rises, and several new ghosts sent not long ago seem ready to move.
The new ghost couldn't restrain its greed and came to the coffin, its mouth opened.
Crack.
The cover opens the gap.
Shen Lian suddenly stretched out his arm and dragged the ghost into the coffin.
The other ghosts remained motionless in the shadows. Even the talismans attached to the wall could not withstand the fear that penetrated deep into the bones.
“Huh?”
[The
After Shen Lian casts the subtle vision in the coffin, the career panel The prompt was revealed for no reason, but it still lacked the necessary conditions.
"Is it really possible to become a Taoist priest without practicing the Corpse Transformation Sutra?"
"I understand that the Corpse Transformation Sutra is half-life and half-death, in order to draw resentment into the coffin, through a method similar to raising a corpse. Getting started."
"Well, theoretically, as long as there is strong enough resentment in the coffin, the career panel can determine that it is qualified for employment."
Shen Lian's heart palpitated, "There are 4 left. Points, first finish synthesizing the pile method."
[Whether to consume 3 points to synthesize the tidal pile and the pure Yang pile]
At the moment when Shen Lian was determined, the two forces in his dantian collided together, and the fusion of yin and yang forces was destined to be extremely cumbersome.
Also, the scales covering the skin of the chest and abdomen began to spread.
Shen Lian was immersed in the transformation of strength.
………
At the same time.
Inside the prison, each cell is tightly closed.
It can be seen from the dense traces of spells outside the cell that Jin Wuwei is completely unable to fight against dozens of scapegoats who have been practicing for hundreds of years.
They chose to be temporarily confined in the cell. They only had to suppress it until the soul summoning case was over. Once the resentment dissipated, they would have enough time to deal with it.
Zhu Yihong looked tired, and his withered right arm couldn't lift any strength.
“Li Shun, there should be only one letter on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, right?”
The middle-aged man had pupils in his palms. He took out the letter and explained: "Yes, if nothing else happens, the scapegoat on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year is likely to have a moral conduct that exceeds five hundred years."
"Listen to fate, Let’s do our best.”
The Painted Skin Ghost has only been practicing for four to five hundred years. I don’t know how many resources were used at that time. Now three people have been seriously injured, and the outcome is really unpredictable.
The other woman kept complaining, obviously aware of the danger.
They don’t know.
A starling stopped on the beam, looking at the ghosts one after another with great interest.
(End of this chapter)