Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Tianshui City, late at night.

Yizhuang.

Yuan Xiaolou sat cross-legged, practicing the ghost arts that her grandfather taught her.

Yizhuang is a place with extremely strong yin energy.

This former marquis's mansion was set up by a master to gather spirits. The yin energy is more than a hundred times denser than that of ordinary yizhuang, which is most suitable for practicing ghost arts and evil arts.

The strands of yin energy are invisible to the naked eye, and it is difficult for ordinary cultivators to detect the subtle changes in yin energy.

However, the masters who practice ghost arts can feel the subtle changes in yin energy through the connection between the internal breath and the external yin energy.

Yuan Xiaolou's practice was quite smooth. The yin energy she absorbed in more than an hour here was more than she usually absorbed in three days of meditation.

When she was eagerly absorbing yin energy, she suddenly felt that the dense yin energy in the yizhuang began to fluctuate.

When cultivators meditate and practice, they absorb the spiritual energy from the outside world through secret methods.

The method of absorption is similar to the whirlpool in the water, and the surrounding spiritual energy will be absorbed involuntarily.

Originally, the Yin Qi in the charity house was swirling around Yuan Xiaolou's body. Now, there seems to be a second whirlpool in the charity house that absorbs Yin Qi.

Yuan Xiaolou was a little surprised, thinking that he was wrong, and immediately urged his spiritual sense to explore.

The tentacle-like spiritual sense soon found out that he was not wrong. There was indeed a mysterious force absorbing the Yin Qi in the charity house.

And the speed of absorption was far faster than Yuan Xiaolou.

The devouring power of this force was very terrifying, and Yuan Xiaolou was shocked.

But then he felt that this devouring power seemed familiar.

Yuan Xiaolou opened his eyes.

Just as he was about to call grandpa, he found that grandpa, who was supposed to be sleeping with a rice bucket, had sat up at this moment.

The old storyteller's eyes flashed with a strange light, and it was obvious that he had also discovered the mysterious power that absorbed Yin Qi in the charity house.

Yuan Xiaolou walked up to the old storyteller and whispered, "Grandpa, this power is so familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

The old storyteller did not speak, he already knew where this power came from.

He murmured, "The thing I was most worried about has happened."

As he said that, he immediately packed his bag, picked up the bamboo poles and cloth curtains, and whispered, "Let's go, let's go quickly, don't alarm the other party."

Yuan Xiaolou said, "Who is the other party?

Is it the mysterious master who set up the spirit gathering array here?"

The old storyteller said, "It should be him.

We can't afford to offend him, so it's better to leave."

Originally, she planned to stay in this charity house for ten days and a half months. Yuan Xiaolou took out all the daily necessities and put them in the corner of the lobby.

Now she hurried over and planned to pack up the firewood, rice, oil, salt, pots and pans and take them away.

The old storyteller whispered, "What time is it! What do you need those broken things for! Hurry up and leave here... Lunchbox, get up quickly..." At this point, the old storyteller's voice stopped abruptly.

Because he felt that the mysterious power that absorbed and devoured the Yin Qi disappeared.

It was still snowing outside. Suddenly, countless snowflakes were blown in from the main door of the lobby.

The old storyteller's face changed drastically. He seemed to be a little afraid of the other party, but he still stepped forward and blocked Yuan Xiaolou and Fan Tong.

A hoarse and low voice that seemed to have a bit of evil charm slowly sounded.

"It's snowing late at night, and the cold wind is like a knife. Where are you two going?"

The old storyteller's expression changed again.

He looked at the snowflakes that kept falling in from the door, and said hoarsely: "This master, my granddaughter and I are stranded in Tianshui City. We have no money to stay in a hotel, so we are staying in this charity house temporarily. I didn't expect you to practice here. Please forgive me for disturbing you!"

The other party said: "Who are you?"

The old storyteller said: "We are just ordinary mortals passing by. We will leave now, and we will leave now..." The other party did not mean to let them go.

He sneered and said, "Haha, ordinary mortal?

You can fool others, but you can't fool my eyes.

The little girl behind you has an unfathomable cultivation. She was just absorbing Yin Qi and practicing ghost magic.

Are there ordinary people with such skills in the world?

Is it unforgivable that you found my trace tonight."

Yuan Xiaolou heard this and flashed in front of the old storyteller.

The old storyteller was shocked and shouted, "Girl! Don't be impulsive!"

Yuan Xiaolou had never seen her grandfather fight with others. Although her grandfather said that he was the leader of the Huangtian Organization, Yuan Xiaolou didn't care about the Huangtian Organization.

In her heart, her grandfather was just an old liar who swindled people.

At this moment, the other party didn't seem to let them go, so Yuan Xiaolou immediately rushed out to protect her grandfather.

She said, "I am a cultivator, but my grandfather is not. Please, senior, please show mercy and let us go. We promise not to tell anyone that you are cultivating here."

The other party sneered, "Only the dead can keep secrets!"

As soon as the voice fell, a ball of oily green ghost fire appeared in the yard outside the lobby.

The ghost fire made a ghostly howl and flew towards Yuan Xiaolou who was standing inside the main entrance of the lobby.

Yuan Xiaolou put his fingers together as a sword and shouted angrily. A black light pierced through his fingertips and instantly hit the ghost fire.

With a puff, the ghost fire shattered and turned into countless small green fireballs.

These green fireballs did not dissipate, but continued to fly towards Yuan Xiaolou, faster and more powerful.

Yuan Xiaolou's eyes condensed, and her palms suddenly clasped together.

She quickly recited a spell.

At the moment when countless tiny ghost fires were about to hit Yuan Xiaolou's body, a green figure suddenly appeared in Yuan Xiaolou's head, just like her soul.

The green figure quickly expanded and grew larger, suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed all the tiny ghost fires that attacked.

Then, the green figure quickly retracted into Yuan Xiaolou's body.

"Yi!"

The mysterious man yelped, seeming to be very surprised.

Hoarsely said: "Nine Yuan Devouring Soul Curse?

Little girl, where did you learn this ghost art from!"

Yuan Xiaolou is kind, but it doesn't mean she will let others slaughter her.

This mysterious master is going to kill her and her grandfather at the slightest disagreement. He must be a big villain.

Facing a bad guy, Yuan Xiaolou naturally wouldn't give him a good face.

She shouted: "What do you care where I learned it from! I don't want to fight you, don't force me!"

The other party said: "Haha, then let's see whether your ghost technique is better or my netherworld technique is better! If you can beat me, I can consider letting you two go."

After that, countless head-sized netherworld ghost techniques suddenly appeared out of thin air, rising and falling in the yard.

Seeing this, Yuan Xiaolou rushed out of the hall, his hands quickly changed handprints, and chanted strange spells.

"Bang bang..." As Yuan Xiaolou chanted, the surrounding cold wind blew, and then the coffin boards of the entire charity cemetery flew out.

One by one, the rotten corpses crawled out of the coffins as if they were alive.