ghost master

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Xianmeng and his party flew for two full days before arriving at the Blood Sect, and then stopped in a nearby valley to do pre-battle repairs.

Lin Xiyuan has been waiting in the valley for a long time. There are currently three Nascent Soul monks in the Shaxue Sect, and the Nascent Soul monks can only be dealt with by the Nascent Soul monks. Now that Han Lin has lost his physical body and his cultivation level has declined, he can only deal with one. This time, two Nascent Soul monks came to help, Lin Xiyuan and an old Taoist from Qianjizong.

It is very rare for the phantom to change into a human form, with a head of bright green hair loosely leaning against Lin Xiyuan. He has a gorgeous appearance, and this weird green hair is something he can control without damaging his appearance. It must be strange how people see it.

As soon as Han Lin landed, he chatted with Lin Xiyuan and that old Taoist. Wang Xiaopang felt that he was not qualified enough, so he didn't go over to listen, but Han Yufei stood behind Han Lin solemnly, and listened quietly with Fairy Zishan. with.

If he had a higher cultivation base, he would be able to walk over with his head held high.Wang Xiaopang muttered in his heart, then found a place to sit down.

After flying continuously for so long, more than half of the spiritual power in Wang Xiaopang's body has been consumed, so he used the exercises to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

This valley is some distance away from Tianling Mountain, so the aura is a bit thin, and more than 7000 monks are almost all meditating, so the competition for spiritual power is a bit fierce, it depends on whose cultivation level is deeper and the ability to absorb spiritual power is stronger.

Wang Xiaopang has dreamed of forming alchemy for the past six months, and he is about to participate in the battle, which makes him run his skills with full firepower, and sucks all the spiritual power of the world within ten meters around him with a cheeky and domineering posture , not leaving anything to others, causing the monks sitting around him to open their eyes boredly, and automatically moved to other places.

However, when those monks left and no one was robbing him of the world's spiritual energy, Wang Xiaopang realized that his kung fu was running a little faster, which made his body a little numb.

Lei Linggen is not good at this point. Occasionally, Wang Xiaopang gets emotional and even electrifies himself, but Han Lin said that this is normal, and he has practiced so much that he froze himself.

Although his body was numb from the electric shock, he felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure. Wang Xiaopang continued to meditate at this speed. After about two hours passed, he suddenly felt, hey, it seems that he can form a pill?

This is just a feeling, which appeared suddenly and without source. Wang Xiaopang thought that Han Lin told him that monks should follow the way of heaven, and it is best to follow the way of heaven when they don't know what to do, because then It is the way that is most in line with the way of heaven, so he decided to form a pill!

Wang Xiaopang sank to his dantian, looked inside his body, and saw a mucus-like purple thunder aura surging slightly in his dantian, seemingly restless but with a calm aura.

When Wang Xiaopang built the foundation, he turned nine turns into one, condensing spiritual energy into spiritual liquid, but now he has to run the kung fu technique for ninety-nine and 81 weeks in one breath to condense the spiritual liquid into a spiritual pill, and Wang Xiaopang At this time, the speed is to run the exercises for 75 cycles in one breath, and there is still a short distance from 81 weeks, but Wang Xiaopang has decided to follow the feeling, so he has increased the power fearlessly, and the speed has increased to 81 weeks! The condensed purple spiritual liquid also turned, forming a vortex!

Not only did Wang Xiaopang's body change, but also abnormal phenomena appeared on his surface. His body was crackling and flickering with powerful electric arcs. The fire was split, and the stone was split into pieces.

The monks around stood up one after another, looking at Wang Xiaopang who was meditating with his eyes closed in shock, the spiritual power in the air became restless, and thunder clouds appeared in the sky, it was obvious that Wang Xiaopang was attacking the alchemy !

This person... how to say the alchemy is the alchemy...

Those monks were speechless about Wang Xiaopang's behavior, and at the same time they implied envy. The monks who formed the alchemy should at least find a safe place to retreat? At least it must be brewing for a while? How could anyone be so sudden?

There was so much commotion on Wang Xiaopang's side, Han Lin and others naturally noticed it, Han Yufei showed surprise on his face, and immediately walked over to evacuate the monks surrounding Wang Xiaopang, and made a simple formation to let the alchemy Wang Xiaopang was not disturbed, while the old Taoist from Qianjizong stroked his white beard and congratulated Han Lin with a smile.

"Congratulations Xue Zun! The qualifications of the other disciple are really amazing!" The old Taoist sighed: "Sure enough, a famous teacher produces a high-level apprentice, and Xue Zun taught well!"

Han Lin's face was calm, and he just said lightly: "It's okay."

Wang Xiaopang's aptitude is good, but his head is not good, he has seen it very clearly now.

The old man only thought that Han Lin was being modest, but Lin Xiyuan laughed and joked with the old man: "Why does Tianji Daoist only praise Han Lin and not me? Xuexian is also considered to be raised by me."

This is not Lin Xiyuan boasting. He was still round when he first met Wang Xiaopang. He also made the I Ching Xisui Dan that Han Lin gave Wang Xiaopang, and he threw it to him every time he saw him. Eat a bunch of spiritual fruits from heaven and earth, such as Tongtian peach, stalactite with spiritual heart, and thousand-year-old ganoderma lucidum, at least three points of the credit for Wang Xiaopang's ability to cultivate so quickly.

Only then did the old Taoist remember that Lin Xiyuan was Wang Xiaopang's dry uncle, and immediately said with a smile: "I was negligent, congratulations, Fellow Daoist Lin!"

"Same joy, same joy." Lin Xiyuan was grinning. At this time, a thunderbolt suddenly struck Wang Xiaopang, and the monks around couldn't help being shocked. Seeing the speed and size of the thunder that day, it would kill them if it fell on them. Gotta peel off!

A cultivator wanted to help Wang Xiaopang resist the thunder, but Han Yufei yelled, "Don't do anything!"

The cultivator abruptly stopped his movements, only to see that the thunder fell from Wang Xiaopang's celestial cap, and was actually sucked into his body with a "swoosh". Then the cultivator suddenly remembered that Wang Xiaopang had cultivated the "Nine Layers of Lightning Attraction Jue" ", this sky thunder was probably attracted by his kung fu, if he made a move just now, it might cause Wang Xiaopang to fail to form the alchemy, so he was ashamed and felt ashamed, and retreated silently.

Han Yufei knew that the cultivator was worried that Wang Xiaopang would be hurt by the sky thunder, and that the action was just a kind gesture, so he didn't blame him, but helped Wang Xiaopang protect the law more cautiously.

About half an hour later, the thunder cloud gathered above Wang Xiaopang dropped a second thunder, which was also sucked into Wang Xiaopang's body. After that, every half hour, a thunder fell, and the ninth thunder fell on the same day. While talking, the thunder cloud gradually dissipated, and Wang Xiaopang also slowly opened his eyes.

Wang Xiaopang is not wearing an eyepatch now, so his left eye is ice blue, but his right eye, which should be black, is now flowing with purple light. If you look carefully, you will find that there is a touch of gold mixed in it, which is very strange. flirtatious.

Although Wang Xiaopang opened his eyes, he was half-closed. Sitting there cross-legged, he was very silent, and he had the demeanor of a fairy who didn't eat fireworks and was independent of the world. After a long time, he blinked, and his right eye was closed. Back to black.

The knot was successful!

Wang Xiaopang couldn't hide his joy. At this moment, his dantian no longer had the thick liquid in his dantian, but only a purple-gold elixir about the size of a peanut kernel, which is the so-called golden elixir.

"Master!" Wang Xiaopang jumped up from the ground. Originally, he wanted to yell to Han Rin, "I'm forming a pill!", but suddenly thought that he is now a monk of forming a pill, so he should pay more attention to his words and deeds, so Looking at Han Lin with crooked eyebrows, he showed a bright smile.

Han Lin's eyes softened, and he waved to Wang Xiaopang. Wang Xiaopang's inexplicable heartbeat quickened, and he immediately walked towards Han Lin.

The monks around gave way to Wang Xiaopang one after another, looking at him with admiration, envy, and jealousy. Wang Xiaopang is not the youngest alchemist in the history of the cultivation world, but he must be the fastest among the monks of this generation. Only 28 years old! You must know that even Han Lin, who had a chance in the fairy world, only formed a pill in his forties!

Perhaps, meeting Han Lin is the greatest opportunity in Wang Xiaopang's life, right?

Wang Xiaopang walked to Han Rin's side, and Han Rin smiled slightly, but didn't say much, just said: "You are doing very well."

Wang Xiaopang's heart warmed, his face blushed, and he lowered his head quite shyly, feeling that all his hard work during this time was worth it.

"I will work hard in the future." Wang Xiaopang said in a low voice, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to Han Lin. After being ignored by Han Lin for half a year, at this moment, he wanted to hold hands with him like he did when he was a child. know hands.

However, just as Wang Xiaopang's finger touched Han Lin's palm, an electric arc rang out, and it was introduced into Han Lin's soul from Wang Xiaopang's body. Han Lin died under the thunder calamity, so Quite sensitive to the power of thunder and lightning, he immediately retracted his hand, as if avoiding Wang Xiaopang's touch.

Wang Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, and quickly put his hands that were frozen in the air behind his back: "Hold, I'm sorry..."

"No problem." Han Lin looked at him calmly: "You just formed a pill, and it's normal for your breath to be unstable."

"Hmm..." Wang Xiaopang was a little frustrated, thinking that he shouldn't have touched Han Lin's hand just now, so that he wouldn't shock him.

Han Lin didn't connect with Wang Xiaopang, but he could roughly guess what he was thinking by looking at his appearance. If it was in private, he might touch his head, but it is inconvenient for so many people around to look at him now Doing such an action made him feel sad.

More than 7000 monks rested for another day, and Han Lin sent a disciple to fight. Wang Xiaopang was quite surprised. He thought he was going to fight directly, but he didn't expect to have a fight before the fight started. .

Lin Xiyuan saw that Wang Xiaopang was a little puzzled, so she smiled and told him: "Actually, you can counterattack directly, but your master is stubborn and wants to choose another place for the battle, otherwise such a big battle will cause too much damage to Tianling Mountain." big."

Wang Xiaopang suddenly realized that a fight between two foundation-building monks could destroy trees and destroy the surface of the ground, not to mention the battle between the knot-level monks and the Yuanying-level monks. It is estimated that the entire mountain could be leveled. Even if it was taken back, it would be nothing more than a messy place with no grass growing.

Sure enough, Master is more considerate in doing things.Wang Xiaopang secretly admired it.

The disciples who went to the afternoon probably won't come back until half a day later, so Wang Xiaopang sat at Han Lin's feet to consolidate the golden core that had just been formed, so as not to accidentally leak electricity when he wanted to touch Han Lin next time.

Han Yufei was also making the final adjustments before the battle, Fairy Zishan was holding her spirit beast in a daze, Lin Xiyuan was leisurely sitting on a boulder shaking her fan, and the phantom was lazily lying on her head with her shiny green hair. His legs, while Master Tianji pinched his fingers and figured something out.

"Not good!" Daoist Tianji shouted suddenly, causing everyone to look at him, only to see Daoist Tianji then said: "The Tianji sect will be in great trouble!"

Lin Xiyuan and Han Lin looked at each other, and they both suddenly realized something.

"Could it be..." Lin Xiyuan put away her smile and became incredulous.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain." Han Lin's face was gloomy and terrifying: "I'm afraid the evil blood sect's attack on the Xuetian sect is just the first attack, and now the six immortal sects have sent more than a thousand foundation-building monks and several alchemy monks to help I am at the time when the sect's strength is weakest!"

Hearing Han Rin's analysis, the valley immediately became agitated. Master Qianji clasped his fists together and said to Han Rin with apologetic expression, "I'm sorry Xue Zun! I have to take my disciples back immediately!"

Han Lin didn't want to stay, the real Qianji has always been clever and clever. He calculated that the Qianji sect was in great trouble, and ten thousand chances were about to be or had already been invaded by demon cultivators, so he clasped his fists back: "The real man is willing to go out this time to help Han Lin." I am already very grateful, this favor Han has written down, and the real person will go back quickly!"

Immortal Qianji left with more than a thousand disciples under his sect. With him as the leader, the leaders of Aoshizong and the other two sects also came to say goodbye. Han Lin also let them go. There are only more than [-] monks from the Snow Sky Sect, the Lingling Sect, and the Yingyue Sect remaining.

"I have absolute confidence in the defense of the Spirit Controlling Sect, but won't Miss Qingyue take her disciples back to take a look?" Lin Xiyuan asked the monk Qingyue from the Yingyue Sect.

The female monk pursed her lips and smiled: "The Reflecting Moon Sect is the farthest from the Western Regions. If Moxiu wants to attack the Reflecting Moon Sect, he must at least pass through several other Immortal Sects. Why am I so anxious?"

Lin Xiyuan smiled: "That's right, your Yingyue Sect will choose the place, surrounded by our immortal sects and protected in the middle."

"It's just taking advantage of the location." After Cultivator Qingyue finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look to the southwest of the valley, only to see a "black cloud" gradually drifting from the sky, which was a group of demon cultivators in black robes. !

"Brother, stay safe!" The deep and hearty voice resounded through the valley, and along with the voice came an invisible coercion, pressing down on people like a mountain, making some monks with lower cultivation levels tremble , wanting to kneel and surrender.

Hearing this voice, Han Lin's face became more and more gloomy. He snorted coldly, and the same voice spread throughout the valley. The monks who were suffocated by Han Yang's coercion suddenly felt lighter. There is no more discomfort.

Everyone's attention was on Han Yang and Han Lin. No one noticed that Fairy Zishan was covering her mouth with her sleeve, trembling slightly, and crying quietly.

At this time, Han Yang had brought the army of demon cultivators to the top of the valley, and he said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are very capable. After being hit by my sword and nine times of sky thunder, he is still immortal!"

"As long as you live forever, my soul will live forever!" Han Lin said coldly.

Han Yang smiled: "My good senior brother, haven't you seen the situation clearly? The reinforcements you invited have gone to four sects, and now there are only 3000 people left, and I brought [-] evil spirits Disciple, do you think you can win me over?"

Han Lin was silent. The number of people still plays a big role on the battlefield, but... so what?

"Soldiers are good but not many." Han Lin raised his chin slightly, "3000 people are enough!"

Han Yang's smile deepened when he heard the words: "Brother is so confident! Do you really think that 3000 people can take back Tianling Mountain?"