Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 438: Exclusive obsession to keep the shape!

    "It is better to get rid of the habit of collecting as soon as possible."

    The jade bead was filled with a mountain of messy objects, leaving Qi Xiu helpless.

    Maybe it was the hard days in the first few years.

    Ask him to pack it up and take it away whenever he encounters something later.

    After so many years of accumulation, he couldn't even remember where many things were, and he didn't even have the slightest impression in his memory.

    After searching for a long time, there was no trace. Seeing that he was nowhere in sight, Qi Xiu had no choice but to press the Tao Jue. Thousands of spiritual lights surged out from between his eyebrows, pouring into the golden jade beads in his hand like a small meteor shower. .

    But as a powerful Taoist body, even if you have never come into contact with Taoism, you can still get some taste of it by carefully observing and comprehending it.

    These remnant souls regard him as a god, and he has certain wisdom and spirituality. He is the best coolie to do such tedious work.

    "Hahaha!"

    I will concentrate on finding what my husband has entrusted me with. "

    Shaking his head, the gray-robed old monk flicked his sleeves and opened the window of the Zen room, revealing a stone tablet covered with cracks and mottled parts, as if it were made of blood clots.

    Silently operate the method and focus the power into the broken scabbard.

    The more Qi Xiu thought about it, the more likely it seemed that it was possible. Obsession to retain one's form was an extremely rare existence. In clear historical records, it appeared less than five times and disappeared in the end, all because the obsession became enlightened and dissipated on its own.

    On a brightly blooming plum tree on a vast wasteland, a woman holding a sword with an indifferent expression sat cross-legged at the top of the tree.

    If it weren't for the terrifying combat power of this Master Sword Attendant, he is not a Yuanshen boss, but he has a combat power comparable to that of a Yuanshen boss.

    What's going on? Master Sword Attendant has new orders? "

    After explaining what they were looking for, these remnant souls immediately showed ecstasy.

    A big demon fell, and three of them fell at once.

    One minute……

    These turbid fogs can hinder spiritual thoughts and obscure vision.

    "Is it because of my compliment?"

    "My subordinates understand, my subordinates understand."

    If the Lord Sword Attendant were to know about the defeat ahead, then he would believe that this Lord, who is usually unsmiling and speaks with ice.

    "What's the matter? Looking at you acting like this, you must have been scolded again."

    "This is best. From today on, you don't come to me again.

    Qi Xiu took a deep breath.

    This volume [Phantom Rain] was written by a demonic monk.

    The simple and unpretentious name made Qi Xiu think of the scene when he used this hidden jade when he saw this scrolling arrow technique.

    The remnant soul reappeared completely changed Qi Xiu's eyes.

    He crossed his legs and sat on the table. Liu Laosan touched his huge head with an unhappy look on his face.

    Realizing that the situation was starting to fluctuate, the gray-robed old monk did not dare to neglect.

    Sure enough, it is the problem of these turbid fogs!

    "Is there any movement in the Blood Monument recently?

    I have heard that the people sent by the human race to Nanming Wilderness this time are ruthless characters, and they seem to be determined to get the thing they are looking for.

    【Phantom Rain】

    This is a type of existence that is almost impossible to crack.

    "My lord has given instructions that from now on, no one can disturb him. Anyone who violates this will be judged by himself.

    After the turbulent excitement in his heart, Qi Xiu took a deep breath to calm down.

    How many people who can cultivate to the realm of Taoism are stupid donkeys full of passion and loyalty?

    Why would the superiors take their lives to please Mr. Li?

    Different from the inexplicable belief of the human race, the evil cultivator who always puts his own interests first and harms others has no idea what it means to work hard for the sake of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

    The state of this remnant soul...

    After laughing, the two old demons got down to business.

    "They are the three brothers from Yinxi Cave in Qingyun Mountain."

    It is really inconvenient in this vast wilderness of the Southern Ming Dynasty. There is no way to send notifications, so we can only use the most primitive method.

    In other words, the special environment of Nanming Wilderness?

    But when he said this, he also took a peek at the old monk in gray robe, but saw the other man looking at him with a suppressed smile, as if he "agreed" with what he said.

    Now, it’s really going to happen!

    He wanted to carefully observe whether there were any other abnormalities in the two obsessive shapes.

    Almost all of them escaped intact.

    After bowing with his hands in hand, the old monk in gray robe was filled with fear and did not dare to stay any longer, so he quickly turned around and left.

    Hearing Qi Xiu's praise, the remnant soul trembled even more. At the same time, the body that was originally dilapidated, indistinct, and constantly emitting black smoke began to gradually become solid, and became a little fainter. Posture during life.

    If so, wouldn't it be that he created a lot of big troubles that he couldn't solve?

    The efficiency of Three Thousand Remnant Souls is really very high.

    But the big demons and old demons who were traveling with him knew it well.

    It is the old demon who came to Nanming Wilderness this time.

    Leaning on the rock, Qi Xiu felt a cold and rough touch on his back. Qi Xiu's eyes suddenly moved, looking at the rough surroundings, like the thick fog of the sea.

    "Need our help..."

    After thinking about it, Qi Xiu shook his head.

    And if "The Golden Chapter of Yama" could create obsessions so easily.

    The essence of the method recorded in [Phantom Rain] is just like its name, very straightforward.

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    The demonic cultivator who was good at using the big bone bow was also considered a prodigy in archery. He relied on his own experience and understanding to barely complete it. "

    In just a few words, Senhan's murderous intention made the old monk feel a great pressure, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

    A vague and vague mysterious wave that even this strange turbid mist could not block began to gradually spread towards the distance.

    If it weren't for the specificity of this continent, it wouldn't make sense at all.

    Wiggling his long pointed nails, the gray-robed old monk wriggled his nose.

    In front of the temple, underneath a blood-red lion covered with human-faced worms, a figure with a head as big as a bucket, rags, and a body as slender as a hemp pole, with blood-red eyes, walked out slowly.

    Mr. Li directly sent her personal sword attendant.

    But the responsibility of sitting in the rear and taking the blame is even greater.

    After being crushed to death by him in the blink of an eye.

    "Hehehe, you're too impatient just to make a few jokes.

    This time, he didn't say anything to the remnant soul, but used the Qi Watching Technique, and looked at him quietly with his turbulent purple eyes.

    But if they really exchange their money with each other, the human race has a lot of trump cards. "

    Then the remnant soul that was shattered by his lightning reappeared in front of him.

    Gently tapping the Tibetan jadeite in his hand, Qi Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and a plan gradually emerged in his mind.

    "I will never give up even if I can serve my lord..."

    For the time being, Qi Xiu settled his obsession with leaving a trace behind and looked at the Hidden Dharma Jade in his hand.

    After walking through a long and broken path to a Zen room, the gray-robed old monk familiarly picked up the one-foot-tall white porcelain urn on the table, stretched out his hand and grabbed a strange five-digit ball that was still throbbing. , stuffed it into his mouth.