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With the disappearance of the secret technique of transforming ghosts into human beings, he only felt extremely weak all over his body, and that huge side effect was much stronger than the previous refinement of the thousand-year-old black boa's soul.

If Qi Xuandao does not leave, perhaps the best outcome is nothing more than a situation where both sides suffer.

And it would be of no benefit to the Devil's Cult to lose both sides.

Letting out a breath, An Jing couldn't help but a trace of doubt appeared in his mind, and subconsciously said in his heart: "What is that remnant soul? Why can a remnant soul produce such a terrible effect?"

The thousand-year-old black boa is a strange beast, and his soul is comparable to that of an ordinary master, and this incomplete soul is much more powerful than the thousand-year-old black boa.

What is the complete soul?

Is it a human or a beast?

If it was a human being, could it be the spirit of the great master, how could it be suppressed by the Suppressing Evil Sword?

If it was a strange beast, what kind of strange beast would it be?

But soon his body became weak, and the pain invaded, causing his facial features to appear distorted

Chapter 259

The pain was like thousands of steel needles piercing An Jing's flesh and blood, piercing his heart and lungs, and the most important thing was that his whole body still had a sense of powerlessness and collapse.

"Absorb those heavenly and earth spirits." Jun Qinglin reminded aloud from the side.

An Jing's mind sank, and he circulated the "Wu Ming Heart Sutra" to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in his dantian.

The martial art of "The Nameless Heart Sutra" is mysterious and unpredictable. It has gathered three martial arts that surpassed the level of heavenly martial arts. An Jing once guessed that if the "Nameless Heart Sutra" is complete, it may be comparable to the rumored fairy art.

Although incomplete, it is not comparable to ordinary martial arts.

At the same time, Jun Qinglin also put his palm on An Jing's back, and the vast zhenqi poured into his body along the palm, helping him refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in his body.

I saw a wisp of heaven and earth spiritual energy being quickly guided, circulated in the body along the meridians, and merged into the flesh and blood, and soon the wisp of heaven and earth spirit energy was completely absorbed.

Jun Qinglin was a little surprised at the speed at which An Jing refined the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth. You must know that a wisp of spiritual energy is extremely precious, but it was refined by An Jing in less than a stick of incense.

In addition to the master of the second qi whose body is far beyond the average, I am afraid that the formulas he practiced are also extraordinary.

In the dark night, it seems that boundless thick ink is smeared heavily on the sky, there is not even the twilight of stars, only a first-quarter moon hanging in the sky, and only the sound of "crashing" waves can be heard in the ears.

The breeze is blowing, and the weather is also a bit cold.

About half a cup of tea passed, and An Jing absorbed another ray of heaven and earth spiritual energy, and then regained some energy.

"call....."

Jun Qinglin also withdrew his true energy, and couldn't help sighing in his heart looking at the mysterious young man in front of him.

Who would have thought that such a young man would appear many years later in the vast arena.

An Jing also slowly opened his eyes, and said, "Don't you want to ask something, Great Elder?"

Jun Qinglin smiled faintly, "If you want to say it, you can say it, if you don't want to say it, then you don't. Everyone has a secret in their hearts, and so does this old man."

Although he is indeed somewhat curious about An Jing's soaring strength, he is not a person who likes to pry into other people's secrets.

An Jing smiled and said: "Since I have used it, it is no longer a secret. In fact, I have a secret technique called ghost transformation, which can burn the soul and the blood in the body to instantly increase the strength. What I just used is exactly That secret technique."

Jun Qinglin nodded slightly, and then warned: "This secret technique is good, but the side effects are not small. It is better to use it less in the future."

An Jing was able to compete with Ye Ding because Ye Ding was injured and did not intend to fight him.

It would be far-fetched to say that he beat Ye Ding.

And then faced with a four-qi master and two three-qi masters encircling and suppressing him, he actually beheaded two of them with one against three. This is truly terrifying.

The strength displayed in an instant is even comparable to that of a master at the peak of the four qi, and even more terrifying.

Under normal circumstances, this is almost impossible, because Tao is the key to a person's strength.

An Jing only has two qi cultivation bases, no matter how mysterious his sword is, he is still at the sixth level, and it is impossible to kill the five qi masters.

It's like a young child holding an iron sword and an adult man holding a wooden sword. Not to mention whether the young child can hold the iron sword, even if he can hold it, he is still no match for the adult man.

In the case of a small difference in strength, the more powerful a person is, the higher the strength is naturally. In the case of a large difference in strength, Taoism is the most important existence.

Jun Qinglin didn't want An Jing to use this secret technique all the time, rely on this secret technique, and even put himself in danger from time to time.

"This ghost-humanization secret technique can't be used just by wanting to use it, it needs to burn the soul."

An Jing frowned and said in a deep voice: "The more powerful the burning soul is, the more powerful the cultivation base will grow. My burning soul this time is a sliver of incomplete soul from the place sealed by the Suppressing Evil Sword. I don't know what it is. I feel that this object is inextricably related to the seal of the Suppressing Evil Sword."

Incomplete spirits, strange corpses, disasters from Buddhism, chance from demonism, the immortal blood that Jiang Shang sought... and the reasons for the collapse of the Great Qin and Great Zhou dynasties.

An Jing became more and more curious about what existed under this seal.

Jun Qinglin thought for a while, and said: "The matter of the seal is indeed an anecdote, and the world knows little about it, even my Tianwaitian classics do not have many records, but the royal family of the Yan Kingdom or the Zhao Kingdom will know more secrets. "

An Jing said: "The King of Great Yan probably knew something about the casting of Suolongjing, or he was aware of some secrets. It would be good if there is a chance to find out about this matter."

One hair can affect the whole body, not to mention such a hugely involved matter, the Demon Cult belongs to the top sect in the world, so it is natural to investigate such shocking secrets, plan ahead, and prevent problems before they happen.

Jun Qinglin looked at the night sky in the sky, and said softly: "After the battle on Bikong Island, Ye Ding, the Zhenyi Sect, died, and many people who had irreconcilable conflicts with the Demon Sect also died. In this way, Tianwaitian returned to Yan Kingdom There is no longer any obstacle, but you still have to be careful about Hou Jin."

Dongluoguan is an extremely delicate position, Houjin going south is bound to get rid of this thorn in the flesh, the two sides will definitely have a big war, and it is not time to completely relax, the Demon Cult will face Houjin's powerful offensive .

However, this trip to Yan State, in addition to forming an alliance with Yan State, also gave the Demon Cult an extra layer of protection. Even if the Demon Cult could not hold Dongluoguan, they could retreat to the territory of Yan State.

There is still a distance between Zhao Guo and Dongluoguan, so it cannot be regarded as a direct threat, but Houjin is different, and Dongluoguan is exposed to Houjin's thick horseshoe.

If Houjin really wanted to attack Dongluoguan wholeheartedly, who would have the confidence to stop Houjin's iron cavalry?

An Jing also said solemnly: "It must not be easy for the Holy Lord of Houjin to integrate the prairie in 40 years and develop such a powerful royal court."

Hou Jin has always been a huge threat in An Jing's heart.

Because of the lack of materials in the grassland, the Holy Lord of the Houjin can make the grassland a powerful dynasty in the world, not only his ability and ambition, but he always feels that there are hidden secrets in it...

Jun Qinglin looked at An Jing and asked, "What are you going to do next? Do you want to find the remaining two sword blades and get the Suppressing Evil Sword together?"

An Jing thought for a moment, but said: "Let's see the arrangement of the Great Elder. I wonder if the Great Elder wants to visit an old friend?"

Old friend! ?

Hearing An Jing's words, Jun Qinglin glanced at the devastated Bikong Island, then glanced at the distance, and said calmly: "This old man has no old friends."

An Jing said: "Now it is in the south of Yan Kingdom, and the two swords are also in Yannan, so naturally we will take the sword body of the Suppressing Evil Sword."

Jun Qinglin didn't hesitate, "Okay, the old man will go with you."

An Jing was also slightly certain in his heart that with Jun Qinglin by his side, as long as he didn't meet two masters of five qi, there wouldn't be any problems at all.

And in this world, how many forces are able to mobilize two masters of five qi?

"Then let's go."

An Jing got up, and couldn't help but glance at the corpse in front of him, the blood...

"it is good."

Jun Qinglin pulled An Jing up, and looked back at Bikong Island, as if he wanted to imprint this Bikong Island deeply in his mind, and also as if he was looking at the lonely island in the dark night for the last time.

The moonlight of the first quarter moon is always somewhat cold and lonely, and sprinkled on the devastated and riddled blue sky island.

Life seems to be like the moonlight of the first quarter moon, and some people's hearts are like the blue sky island at this moment.

It's just that, suddenly there is an old man's heart, looking back on the mountains and rivers is already autumn.

.........

Outside the blue sky island, several ships were docked on both sides, and there were still torches on the ships.

There are many onlookers who are still stranded, their eyes fixed on the calm Bikong Island, as if they are still waiting for something.

Someone whispered: "What's the matter? I only saw the figure of the Black Ice Terrace flashing past, and no one appeared again. Could it be that they all died in the hands of the masters of the Black Ice Terrace?"

The other masters of Yan Kingdom's rivers and lakes around looked at each other in blank dismay, with a little unkind expression on their faces.

Someone said in a low voice: "Don't worry, just take another look."

On the sea boat, a middle-aged man with a broad horse face and a rather ugly face looked a little nervous looking at the blue sky island in the distance.

This person is none other than the leader of the Wangjinghai sea bandits, Chen Wandou, who caused Xuanyi Weidu a headache.

If the second prince, Zhao Mengtai, hadn't given him a secret letter telling him to keep an eye on Bikong Island, he wouldn't have come to this place even if he was killed, to join in this potentially deadly excitement.

"what happened?"

Chen Wandou frowned, and said to a subordinate next to him, "Go and see, what's going on here?"

Hearing that, the tall and thick man next to him trembled, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

The scene of the daytime duel on the Blue Sky Island is chilling just looking at it from a distance. Let yourself go and check it out now. If you accidentally offend the evil gods on this island, you may lose your life no matter what. Not sure.

But when his leader said so, he dared not go.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and prepared to step forward.

At this moment, two figures in the distance flew out from the island.

It can be seen in the faint moonlight.

The leader is an octogenarian dressed in black, who looks very old, and beside him is a handsome young man in white.

Although the young man was very handsome, his face was extremely pale, and he had to be supported by the old man.

Needless to say, everyone present knew who the handsome young man in white was.

"Isn't that the ghost swordsman? It looks like he was severely injured."

"The injury is definitely not light."

..........

The people around were cheered up and started guessing one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from everyone's sight.

After the two left, Chen Wandou immediately said in a hurry: "Hurry up, go to Bikong Island to have a look."

Afterwards several sea boats headed towards Bikong Island, and the moment Chen Wandou landed on the island, he was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

Not only him, but the sea bandits and many daring quack masters were stunned.

Just looking at the scene in front of them, they could imagine how fierce and terrifying that battle would be.

"Da Tianyang Ye Ding is probably dead."

Chen Wandou frowned, and calmly analyzed: "The master of the Black Ice Terrace failed to kill the ghost swordsman, but he severely injured the ghost swordsman.

He wasn't there for what happened on Blue Sky Island, so he didn't know exactly what happened, but looking at the tragic battle in front of him, he felt that things were not simple.

When the people around heard Chen Wandou's words, they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

The higher the cultivation base, the harder it is to recover from injuries.

Li Fuzhou fought against Xi Yuanjun back then, and he couldn't recover from his injuries for several years, and the injuries he suffered when he fought against a master like this were even more terrifying.

Judging from the posture just now, the ghost swordsman must have been seriously injured.

..........

A few days later, Xuanqing Mountain, Black Niugang.

At this time, teenagers of different ages are building the 'Taoist Temple' in full swing, and their expressions are full of smiles.

They want to build this Taoist temple when winter comes.

Luo Chongyang sat in front of the Qianji Hall, looking at the newly completed hall in front of him, a smile could not help but be drawn on the corner of his mouth.

The warm sunlight shuttles through the air in the micro gaps, comfortable and long.The faint fragrance permeates the autumn day, filling all the emptiness between heaven and earth. Under the sun, there is a slender dusty field, filled with the lonely and elegant figure that was once unfathomable and walked up the mountain.

It was a Taoist priest, wearing an ordinary gray Taoist robe and a wooden crown, with a sense of immortality and elegance.

If Luo Chongyang looked like a rustic, vulgar Taoist at first glance, then the Taoist priest in front of him gave people the feeling of an extraterrestrial master.

This Taoist priest is none other than Xiao Qianqiu.

Luo Chongyang looked over, "You came early again."

"Congratulations, little uncle, for breaking through the shackles."

Xiao Qianqiu bowed to Luo Chongyang, and said: "The nephew is not here to ask the uncle for advice, but to tell the uncle a news."

Luo Chongyang was silent for a long while before he said, "What news?"