I cultivate immortality only by mouth

The needle-mouth evil ghost wandered in the forest, suddenly hehehe and laughed strangely: "The milk baby is so ignorant, I let you escape by chance last time, how dare you come back this time?"

Shi Zili has always opened his eyes with the real-time map display of the pages of Qiankun Books. For the first time, he was close to 500 meters around him, but he was stunned, and he was more cautious. He showed his background and said with a smile: "You and I are also counted. If you don't fight, you don't know each other, you can kill me, smell the smell of meat in vain, but you can't swallow me, the hatchback is damaged, why bother?"

The evil ghost at the mouth of the needle said coldly: "I killed you and imprisoned your soul. Wouldn't it be nice to have one more ghost who can't eat in the world?"

This old ghost couldn't eat by himself, his mentality exploded, and he insisted that everyone in the world suffer together with him.Shi Zili cursed secretly in his heart, with a smile on his face: "This seaside is sparsely populated, how many people can you kill in 100 years? I will help you out of trouble, the world outside is beautiful, you can kill as many as you want."

He dared to come alone, he must be relying on someone, that's why the needle-mouth evil spirit was willing to talk nonsense with him, and didn't take action to suppress him immediately. Hearing these words, several gleams shot out from his yellow eyes, and he said hesitantly: " It's kind of interesting." While speaking, he suddenly got into trouble, and tens of thousands of silver needles shot out overwhelmingly, piercing the five big holes on the gravel.

While the blood was gushing out, he grabbed at nothing, held the gravel in his hand, and said with a ferocious face, "I've been trapped here for 300 years, you, a frightening little monk, dare to help me out?" out, Shengsheng dug into his chest, and grabbed out a beating heart.

Shi Zili's "corpse" quickly shriveled and turned into a thin piece of paper. His real body appeared on the branch above the head of the needle-mouth evil spirit, smiling: "For 300 years, the magic weapon has trapped you here, and it will definitely consume its own mana. In terms of cultivation, it’s hard for me to compare with you. But I also have some unorthodox methods, maybe I’m the straw that broke the camel’s back?”

He touched the tip of his nose, a little bit proudly: "The worst equipment I can get is a rare purple outfit. I have drawn Nezha and Xiaotian Dog by drawing cards. People call me a lucky general."

The needle-mouth evil ghost squinted his eyes. How could he not know that this kid had a ghost in his heart, but he is an old ghost, and the whole dense forest is his territory. Is he still afraid that a little Douding will fail?

The old ghost was very suspicious, Shi Zili spent a lot of talking and talking, and finally coaxed him to let go, the two walked on a flat road, and neither of them went down, they jumped up and down on the tree, heading towards the place guarded by the magic weapon.

Shi Zili praised while walking: "This forest has good Fengshui, and there are quite a lot of small animals. Thanks to your blessing, they all have aura."

A little squirrel had been hiding in the forest for a long time and peeked over. Seeing him stretching out his hand towards him, he was so happy that he jumped on his shoulder and rubbed his cheek.

The evil spirits at the mouth of the needle don't pay any attention, there are indeed many little creatures in this forest, he raised them in captivity with spiritual energy, and imprisoned them here, and when they almost became spiritual, he would absorb the essence of their souls to replenish his body, although he couldn't taste it , is better than nothing.

This little squirrel looked a little familiar. It had been a while since we had seen each other. Perhaps he had developed a bit of wit, so he kept avoiding him.

Seeing the little squirrel holding two pine nuts for the pebbles to eat, the needle-mouth evil spirit sneered in his heart, he really thought that this person could save you, but this is the matter, I want to take him out of his skin and make him into a magic weapon.

Walking into the place where the magic weapon stands, there is a sense of righteousness, the ghost at the mouth of the needle refuses to approach it, and sneers, "Let me also see the skills of the Penglai Gaotu, just pull it up and it will be done. "

Shi Zili didn't answer, but focused on looking at this magic weapon, so the ground was wet by the sea, and a layer of moss grew on the outside, it didn't look conspicuous, but it stood proudly, towering into the clouds, and its momentum was extremely extraordinary.

The ghost at the mouth of the needle saw him chanting "Up to the sky and standing on the ground", and his stature soared dozens of times, and then he read the first line of "Gaixia Ge" by the Overlord of Western Chu, "Strengthening the mountain and overwhelming the world", and the veins all over his body burst out. What has been written on the pages of the Qiankun book, it seems to be similar words.

The giant roared up to the sky, his clothes burst every inch of his body, and his aura was terrifying, which made the needle-mouth ghost secretly startled, suddenly changed his mind, and shot silver needles all over the sky towards his vest.

Shi Zili shouted: "I'm targeting you, you are a big hot chicken!" Following his words, the thousands of silver needles swiveled and shot towards the evil ghost targeted by the "needle".

Behind him, a phantom appeared, the cyan one-legged bird ejected raging flames, burning each needle red hot, and the turbulent air flow distorted the air.It's a pity that Bi Fangniao's projection is weak after all, after a blow, it flashes back to the pages of the Qiankun book to warm up.

This level of attack, don't even think about hurting him.The needle-mouth evil ghost dodged to hide, but his feet softened. When he lowered his head, it turned out that the words of "big spicy chicken" made of pebbles turned his feet into chicken feet.

He roared several times, his skull cracked, and a black and white banner was sacrificed. Thousands of ghosts wailed on it, and all souls mourned together.

These resentful spirits were all upright monks who died in his hands. He sucked up their mana, extracted their souls, and sacrificed them with Lihuo corpse oil to make them into Hundred Ghost Banners.The Needle-Mouth Demon waved the flag and shot out more than a dozen skeletons.

The angles of these skeletons are extremely tricky, and there is no way to avoid the pebbles. The black silk on his neck grew wildly, turning into a black dog. After hitting three skeletons in a row, it returned to nothingness. Four golden lotuses wrapped around four skeletons.

Shi Zili's body was pierced by five skeletons, and he spat out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, then froze for a while, but his expression was a little joyful.From the beginning to the end, he kept writing in Dublin, and at this time he turned the pages of the book of heaven and earth to the evil ghost at the mouth of the needle.

I saw it read: "My great sage, I was about to jump out again in a hurry, but the Buddha turned his palm and pushed the monkey king out of the West Heaven Gate. He turned his five fingers into five linked mountains of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and called it 'Five Elements'." Shan', gently hold him down."

This is the segment in "Journey to the West", where the Tathagata Buddha turned his hand to suppress Monkey King.The mountain peak made by the magic weapon rises from the ground, and the words on the pages of the Qiankun book float down one after another, and the arch revolves around it non-stop.

The magic weapon turns into the two main peaks of the wood system and the water system, and each character turns into the side peaks of the gold, fire, and earth systems to form Wuzhi Mountain, which is slowly pressed down towards the needle-mouth evil ghost.

The needle-mouth evil ghost was so suppressed by Mo Dawei that he couldn't move at all. He yelled loudly, and desperately shook the hundred ghost banners, releasing a hundred ghosts to resist. Wuzhishan sank lower and lower amidst howling ghosts and wolves.

In the gravel dantian, the stars trembled, and the sky became dim one after another. When there were only three or five stars left, he spat another mouthful of blood, and telepathically called the page of Qiankun: "Plan B!" Can't stand it!

The pages of the Qiankun book whizzed forward, pierced from the back of the needle-mouth ghost, sandwiched between him and the ground, rolled upwards, burned the remaining mana of the pebbles, and swallowed the needle-mouth ghost into the inside of the page.

Wuzhishan dissipated, the magic weapon removed the dirt from the case, and shrunk down into a brush of Chinese regular script size, while the gold characters returned to the gravel body.

If he can use Wuzhi Mountain to suppress the evil spirit of Needlemouth to the ground in one go, he will be able to destroy his soul, but unfortunately the two of them are far from each other in cultivation.

Before losing the boss, Shi Zili sighed with regret, and drilled into the pages of Qiankun Book with a brush in his hand, only to see that the ghost's needle mouth and seven orifices were full of dirty blood, so he roared unwillingly: "Impossible, how can this broken brush listen to you?" Could it be that 300 years ago, Taoist Youlong escaped with a remnant soul and reincarnated to take revenge?"

It seems that the former owner of this brush was Taoist Youlong. Shi Zili had never heard of this name. He hadn't developed his spiritual wisdom 300 years ago, but "Jiao Ruo Youlong" is often used to describe elegant and handsome calligraphy. Specialized in calligraphy.

Shi Zili is a good stone who is willing to answer people's questions—his mana needs time to recover—and smiled: "If I had got one or two spirits of Taoist Youlong, I should have crushed you into powder just now, what a pity."

"Then how do you cooperate so tacitly?" said the evil ghost at the needle mouth, "It would be even more impossible if we communicated in secret. .”

Shi Zili smiled and asked: "If you concentrate, I can't hide the truth - but when I suddenly appear, you are guarding against being led into the ditch by me, and at the same time trying to lure me into the pit. Something went wrong."

The evil ghost at the mouth of the needle murmured: "That's right, you demon cultivators will have dharma bodies when they reach the soul-condensing stage. It is also possible for your real body to fight against me, and let the dharma body breathe with this pen."

He is an old ghost, the most shrewd, and immediately came up with a suspicious point: "The magic body is separated from the body, and the real body's mana is greatly reduced. When did you take it back into the body?" The two of them were on guard against each other. Never hide it from his eyes.

Shi Zili smiled, pointed his finger in the void, and turned into a little squirrel: "You are not a demon cultivator, so you don't know the ingenuity. The dharma body is stored in the dantian, so you can prevent others from probing. My dharma body lives in the squirrel's body , when the squirrel squatted on my shoulder, I took the opportunity to transfer."

This old ghost has been a disaster here for hundreds of years, and the creatures here have long wanted to get rid of him.This old ghost specializes in monitoring magic weapons that could pose a threat to him. He regards dense forest creatures as delicacies, and doesn't even bother to pay attention to their movements.

This is what Long Nu from the Weak and Small Animal Protection Association said. This human being has a motherly heart, and she lamented to him that the weak and weak creatures here are so pitiful, which inspired Shi Zili and mice to fight like elephants. This is also an incredible force.

He tried to contact the intelligent little animals in the dense forest. It took him a lot of effort, but unexpectedly, the first one he contacted immediately agreed.This little squirrel grew up here for generations. His mother was eaten raw by the needle-mouthed ghost, and he hated him to death. He really made a contribution.