Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Chapter 71: Controlling the Black Noodle Ghost

“Whoever dares to look down on me will have to endure the pain of skin cramps!”

The “black-faced ghost” stood there and shouted, his dark face twisted, looking a little crazy.

His whole life is a shameful thing. Earlier, he was ridiculed by everyone because of his skin color. His appearance was also called a “black-faced ghost” by others.

He lives in a chaotic world, suffering from the ridicule and contempt of the people around him. He wants to become stronger, so he is willing to be a dog for a superior being.

but.

But it still failed. His qualification to climb up was taken away by a “relationship” Murong Lin, and he spent five years of time, but it was just wasted.

At that time, the existence of the superior realm directly threw a porcelain bottle to the black noodle ghost without any change in his face, and said in a calm tone:

“For people like you, maybe this is your fate, you have to admit your fate. Anyway, you haven’t been alive for a few years. Well, this is a barren-level high-level spiritual poison, it’s my reward for you.”

After speaking, he left directly, leaving a black-faced ghost covered in scars, looking at the sky with a dull expression.

He has been a medicinal slave for the superior realm in front of him for five years. The superior realm in front of him is called “Poisonous Flood Supreme”. He is a master at cultivating the technique of poisonous gu, and his black-faced ghost has a strong body. , Can withstand the erosion of his poison.

In the past five years, he has been subjected to various poison tests by the “Poisonous Jiao Zun” all the time, suffering both mental and physical shocks, and even his life span was reduced to only four years.

But now, all opportunities are gone.

The black-faced ghost directly threw the spirit poison given to him by “Poisonous Jiao Zun” on the ground in front of him. In an instant, a burst of purple mist was emitted from the broken porcelain bottle, filling the surroundings.

The two people at the pinnacle of the supernatural powers, who had no time to guard, were the first to suffer, and then the hundreds of supernatural powers around them.

They looked at the purple poisonous mist in front of them with horrified expressions, and one of them shouted: “The’Kiss of the Poisonous Flood Dragon’? Did he give you this spirit poison?”

Their faces paled instantly, obviously because they had heard of the reputation of this spirit poison.

The black noodle ghost’s complexion twisted and said, “Yes! How about this spiritual poison refined from my blood? Isn’t it cool!”

Because he was prepared for a long time, he directly tore a barren-level low-level magic talisman to his own body, and rushed toward the people who were struggling to resist the spiritual poison in front of him.

When everyone saw the black-faced ghost smash the porcelain bottle, and when the purple poisonous mist filled out, they had already noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly took out everything that could resist the poisonous poison and ran towards the surroundings.

But it was too late.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Corroded by the purple mist, first skin and flesh, then muscles and bones, and then the primordial spirit, the purple mist is like a lingering ghost.

The mist lay directly on people, directly gnawing at people’s bodies, and being connected to the primordial spirit was torn together.

In an instant, dozens of people who were too late to guard died tragically, but they only consumed some mist, leaving no bones.

At this time, the figure of the black-faced ghost had also rushed in front of the crowd, blasted out with a punch, directly smashing the jawbone of the person in front of him.

Then there was another hateful blow, punching in the other person’s heart, and with a “poof”, the chest of the person in front of him was directly pierced by the right punch of the black-faced ghost.

Flesh and blood splattered, bones broke, and the purple mist instantly began to corrode along the wound, ruining the people in front of him in a scream.

The figure of the black-faced ghost continued to shuttle in the crowd, decimating a person with every punch and every kick.

Soon, the purple mist dissipated, and only the black-faced ghost was left on the spot. He stood there with difficulty, scanning the surroundings staggeringly, and then his eyes condensed, because he saw a figure appearing on him. before.

That is Murong Lin.

Murong Lin slowly walked towards the black-faced ghost, holding the heads of five people. These five people were all people who had hidden around and escaped the attack of the black-faced ghost.

Murong Lin killed them all just in case, and then walked towards the black-faced ghost.

The black-faced ghost spouted blood, his figure shook, and he fell directly in front of him, lying on the ground with a look of resentment.

Murong Lin walked slowly to him, looked at him, and said pitifully, “Why are you so desperate?”

He looked at the chaotic body of the black-faced ghost in front of him, and at his unyielding will, his expression was slightly happy, referring to the statement in the system mall, he directly used the villain’s value to exchange for a bottle of “Black Witch Clan Essence”. He fed it down.

This is what he spent 100 villains exchanged from the system mall, which can interact with people with hidden physique and help him awaken his blood.

Murong Lin first merged his own “no life, no form, no evil” into it, and then poured the blood into the mouth of the black-faced ghost, completely controlling him.

Then he ran the “Wusheng Dafa”, prompting the blood in the black-faced ghost to start to react.

Sure enough, soon, the black-faced ghost’s body began to twist, the pores opened, the black blood was released, and new blood circulated in the body.

The bones were rebuilt, because the Black Witch Clan was not a human race, and it was not even a different species, it could only be said that it looked like a human race.

The black-faced ghost is also changing at this moment. Soon, there are marks on his skin, which are hidden by his skin color…

Because of the special spirituality contained in the black noodle ghost itself, at this moment, he reacted with the “black witch blood” fed by Murong Lin and instantly upgraded his blood to the “black witch blood”.

In other words, the black-faced ghost in front of him is no longer a human race.

The formation pattern on the surface of his body was the final proof, and then his strength directly began to climb, breaking through to the virtual magic realm.

And Murong Lin controls his own “no life, no form, no evil”, and continues to control the black-faced ghost.

The night finally began to dim, Murong Lin also slowly withdrew his spiritual power and “no life, no form, no evil”, and the black-faced ghost in front of him has also awakened.

“Well.”

The black-faced ghost made a sound of unknown meaning, and then looked at Murong Lin in front of him, his expression changed and he turned and knelt in front of Murong Lin, and said, “Well, my master!”

Murong Lin looked overjoyed, slowly retracted the “Nine Kills” on his right hand, and smiled: “Get up, how do you feel?”

The black-faced ghost was already kneeling on the ground at this moment, and respectfully said: “The little slave has no feeling, but there seems to be an ancient power in his body, very powerful!”

“Sure enough, the system is right. As long as I integrate the’no life, no form, no evil’ into the blood of the black witch race, who is originally to perceive the world, the black-faced ghost will be controlled by myself.

And now he not only kept his supernatural powers, but also awakened the supernatural powers of the Black Witch Clan’s real name, Mark Scar! ”

Murong Lin tried to control the black noodle ghost, but found that he had no resistance, he looked happy, and then continued to inquire about the black noodle ghost.

The black-faced ghost, whose real name is Chen Tiansu, comprehends the physique supernatural power “black gold play”. It has extraordinary power with every punch and kick. Now the supernatural power realized by the “black witch tribe bloodline” is “Black Flame Burning Sky”.

It can rely on the natural marks on the surface of the body to inspire a powerful black inflammation, which burns the opponent in close combat.

Murong Lin estimated his strength, he should be about the same as his current self, but because the spirit of the black-faced ghost refining was not strong at the beginning, he can no longer provide help.

Murong Lin looked at the respectful black-faced ghost in front of him, and told him: “Now you are out of the secret realm and help me find out about those who can compete with the’Moon Worship Son’. I want to be detailed!

In addition, draw in some new disciples, provide them with more help, and find out the new disciples of the other nine major sects for me. This is a resource, let’s take it. ”

Murong Lin handed over the resources he had obtained in the Tianwu Secret Realm to half of the black-faced ghost, and waved.

The black-faced ghost bowed respectfully, then his figure flashed, took out the token, and disappeared into the little secret realm.

It was late at night, and Murong Lin’s face was also deep. .