ghost master

"Little Fatty, are you alright?" Tian Zixuan asked nervously, hugging Wang Xiaopang's body tightly with both hands.

"It's okay..." Wang Xiaopang has recovered a lot, and he is more worried about Tian Zixuan than himself: "Why are you here? It's too dangerous!"

Although Han Yang brought Tian Zixuan out, he did not expose him to the people of Xianmeng, otherwise Tian Zixuan's identity as a traitor would be confirmed, and when the two parties started fighting, Tian Zixuan sneaked out from the dark Looking for Wang Xiaopang, it turned out to be a step back and forth. When he found Wang Xiaopang's figure from the chaotic crowd, he had already been wrapped around his neck by the demon cultivator's tongue.

Fortunately, nothing happened.Tian Zixuan let out a long breath in his heart, he was almost frightened just now, for fear that Wang Xiaopang would be sucked dry by that boy.

"I almost died, why are you still worried about me?" Tian Zixuan blamed, and then started running with Wang Xiaopang in his arms.

Wang Xiaopang was taken aback: "Brother! Where are you taking me? The battle is not over yet, I have to go back to command!"

"No, I can't let you go back!" Tian Zixuan carried Wang Xiaopang to the forest below in the blink of an eye, and saw him recite a mantra silently, and a thorn grew on the land around the two of them. It gradually grew to the top of the two of them, covering them up.

"We will hide here until the end of the war." Tian Zixuan still hugged Wang Xiaopang and did not let go, because he knew that if he let go, Wang Xiaopang would definitely run away, and Lei Linggen restrained his wood spirit root , so he was hard to stop.

"How can this be done?" Sure enough, Wang Xiaopang began to struggle in his arms, "Everyone is fighting for justice, how can I be a deserter as a master's disciple?"

"Fate is more important!" Tian Zixuan tried his best to restrain Wang Xiaopang, but accidentally leaned back, and fell onto the dirt ground with Wang Xiaopang in his arms.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Xiaopang became a little angry: "I want to hide from you, anyway, I want to go out and fight those demon cultivators, and it would be honorable to die!"

As Wang Xiaopang spoke, he wanted to get up from Tian Zixuan.

Tian Zixuan blushed slightly, he didn't know whether it was from anger or shame, but he still refused to let Wang Xiaopang go, and even tied Wang Xiaopang up with vines.

Wang Xiaopang was really angry now, and he yelled at Tian Zixuan: "Senior brother! I know you are a person who cherishes life very much, so I never asked you to work for Xue Tianzong, but it is too much for you to treat me like this up!"

Tian Zixuan was heartbroken by what Wang Xiaopang said, but he stubbornly refused: "Little Fatty, I know you are angry with me, but you don't think about your own life, you should think about your master! Is it lodged on you?"

Wang Xiaopang suddenly fell silent, Tian Zixuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly continued to persuade: "If something happens to you, will your master be safe? Even though his spirit is powerful and will not be affected by you, he has been cultivated so hard since childhood. You, don't you just hope that you can live well and recover the Snow Heaven Sect?"

Wang Xiaopang lay on the ground without speaking, Tian Zixuan thought he had listened to his own words, but after a while Wang Xiaopang used the power of Thunder Spirit to break the vines that were wrapped around his body.

"You're right, it's not easy for Master to train me." Wang Xiaopang slowly stood up from the ground, and he looked at the stunned Tian Zixuan with a sullen face: "But if I hide here with you, what is the meaning of his training me?" Lost too!"

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, he stretched out his hand towards the thorny head, and a purple gold cauldron rushed in with lightning. When the thorn spell was broken, Tian Zixuan felt his heart tremble, and blood gushed out from the depths of his throat. It smelled like he almost vomited blood.

Wang Xiaopang knew that Tian Zixuan had suffered some internal injuries, so he took out a golden bowl from the storage bag on his waist, and wanted to make a defensive barrier for Tian Zixuan before leaving. Before the arrangement was finished, Tian Zixuan waved his sleeve at him, and Wang Xiaopang was covered by the fragrant white mist, and immediately his body softened, his knees bent, and he knelt down on the ground.

Tian Zixuan quickly stepped forward to support Wang Xiaopang before he fell completely, his expression was very tangled and guilty. Although Wang Xiaopang could not move his body, his mind was not affected, so he stared at Tian Zixuan in disbelief , his lips quivered a few times, as if he wanted to say something to him.

Tian Zixuan didn't dare to look directly at Wang Xiaopang, he hugged him and sat down on the ground, and said in a tone that almost seemed to be crying: "I know that if I block you like this today, you will definitely hate me in the future, but if you really get out I'll hate myself for the rest of my life! I've never cared so much about someone, really, never! And I'd rather you hate me than live in the pain of losing you!"

Wang Xiaopang originally stared at Tian Zixuan coldly with very fierce eyes, but when he heard these words, his eyes turned red, he really wanted to punch this man hard, but he also wanted to hug him hard, And now he was drugged by Tian Zixuan, he didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone move, so he could only lie helplessly in Tian Zixuan's arms, in his heart for Han Lin and Xue Tianzong worried.

Tian Zixuan repaired the thorn formation. They were in the forest, and the wooden formation was very good at hiding the breath, so no one noticed them, but a few crazy animals jumped from the vicinity of the thorn formation. Pass.

Wang Xiaopang has been listening carefully to the movement outside with his ears, and the sound of fighting is endless. Suddenly, there is a huge dragon chant from the sky. The sound almost shatters the eardrums of people. Yes, just when I was very worried, another old man's scream came from the sky:

"Old waist! It's here!"

It's the Black Flood Dragon!

Wang Xiaopang heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he was sweating in his heart for the old dragon, which actually slipped to his waist during the battle, and now it might be in danger.

But soon Grandma Guanyue's voice came over: "Old woman, let me help you!"

After that, the humming and haha ​​fighting sounds became more intense.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights, during which Wang Xiaopang nestled in Tian Zixuan's arms. It wasn't that he didn't try to use his spiritual power to dissolve the medicine, but that Tian Zixuan was very cautious. Blowing smoke on Wang Xiaopang's face did not give him a chance to get up.

When the sun rose for the fourth time, the sound of the battle had weakened a lot, but the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Wang Xiaopang didn't know how many people died. He only hoped that Han Lin, Han Yufei and others could live.

"Don't worry, your master is fine." Tian Zixuan told Wang Xiaopang about the battle situation from time to time in the past few days, with a consoling meaning: "And your master opened the gate of the ghost world and summoned many ghost messengers Come out and help, the current situation is that the Xianmeng has the upper hand."

After Tian Zixuan finished speaking, he was slightly surprised and added: "I didn't expect Xue Zun to have such a powerful nether technique. During this period of time, the cultivation world is so turbulent, but the ghost world is very peaceful. It turns out that Xue Zun is behind the scenes." control."

Wang Xiaopang only knew that after Han Lin fused with Yupo, he also automatically mastered the technique of ghosts acquired by Yupo, but he never found out that Han Lin continued to deal with ghosts, thinking that he would not touch that piece anymore, no? Thinking of summoning ghost messengers to help at the last moment of the battle, it seems that the evil blood sect really pushed him hard.

If I can go out to help, how much can I help Master share some of the pressure?Wang Xiaopang sighed silently, and glanced at Tian Zixuan rather resentfully.

Tian Zixuan noticed Wang Xiaopang's gaze, he smiled bitterly, hugged Wang Xiaopang with one hand, and touched his head with the other, his movements were extremely gentle.

At this time, a deep male voice came from the sky: "Han Lin, do you really think that joining the Immortal Alliance can destroy my evil blood sect?"

The voice sounded very similar to Han Yang's, but it was deeper and fiercer. Wang Xiaopang didn't need to guess to know that it was Han Yang's father, Mo Lingtian, who was speaking.

Han Lin said with a cold voice: "There are only a few hundred people left in the Fiend Blood Sect, why can't we destroy it?"

Mo Lingtian sneered: "Even if there is only one person left in the Fiend Blood Sect, we will win, do you believe it or not?"

Wang Xiaopang listened carefully, feeling that the old devil was too confident, but it was this absolute confidence that made him feel bad.

The same is true for Han Lin. Although the Shaxue Sect suffered heavy casualties under the siege of the Xianmeng, the Yuanying cultivator only died of the long-tongued boy. If the other party embraces death will and fights with the Xianmeng, they will win even if they win. ugly.

Seeing Han Lin's dignified look, Master Jianqing said proudly: "Don't worry too much, Venerable Xue, that old devil is nothing more than talking big. Now that the Immortal Alliance is firmly in the upper hand, is it possible that he can change the sky? "

Xu is Master Jianqing's words stimulated Mo Lingtian, he suddenly burst out laughing "haha", he laughed so wildly that everyone's heart tightened when they heard it.

"I'll change the sky and show you!"

After Mo Lingtian finished speaking, he waved his sleeve violently, and something flew out of his sleeve, heading straight towards Han Yang. Han Yang, who was recuperating behind due to his injury, was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously accepted it. Passed that thing, and then turned his palm to see, it was a small jet-black box.

There was a spell on the surface of the small black box, and there was nothing unusual about it, but the strange aura it emitted made everyone present feel depressed, even Han Lin, who had been a monk in the transformation stage, looked at it. When it comes to this thing, I feel faintly repelled.

With such an ominous aura, it must be an extremely powerful monster!

Han Lin decisively swung his sword at Han Yang, with the momentum of a one-hit kill. The powerful sword energy turned into a moon-shaped dart and shot at Han Yang, but was blocked by Mo Lingtian halfway.

"Boy, don't old men exist?" Mo Lingtian said coldly to Han Lin, then suddenly turned around and threw the ghost gun in his hand, stabbing the female devil in pink clothes!

It turned out that at the same time that Han Lin swung the sword, the red lady attacked Han Yang at the same time!

"Mo Lingtian! You! You..." Lady Hongfen covered her bleeding heart, and looked at Mo Lingtian with extremely vicious eyes, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly scattered into thousands of black ash in the air, It drifted away with the wind.

Seeing this scene, Han Lin frowned slightly, while the Great Elder of the Fiend Blood Sect yelled sadly: "Sister!"

"I love you so much, sister? If that's the case, let's go with her!" As soon as Mo Lingtian finished speaking, the ghost-head gun that killed Hongfen Empress turned in the air, and aimed straight at the great elder of the evil blood sect. and go.

The Great Elder of the Fiend Blood Sect had been injured internally by the old Jiaolong's tail in the battle just now, and this was stimulated by his sister being killed on the spot, so he reacted a bit slower and was caught The ghost's head hit the heart, and it was exactly the same position as Empress Hongfen.

The Great Elder of the Fiend Blood Sect spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth, but he didn't immediately turn into ashes like the Red Pink Lady. He pulled out the ghost gun with pain, and a bowl-sized blood hole had already been broken at the heart.

"Why?" The Great Elder of the Fiend Blood Sect looked at Mo Lingtian in shock and hatred, never expecting that he would be killed by someone who wholeheartedly respected him.

"For the sake of helping my son with all your heart and soul these years, let you understand." Mo Lingtian looked at the man who was loyal to him with indifference: "For us."

"We... us?" The Great Elder of the Fiend Blood Sect didn't quite understand.

Mo Lingtian flew in front of him, but the Great Elder of the Blood Sect didn't seem to have any intention of running away, so he quietly let Mo Lingtian's hand pierce his chest, and took out his Nascent Soul from his dantian .

"You have to know, I'm a selfish person." Mo Lingtian grabbed the blood-red Nascent Soul with one hand, and pushed the Great Elder, whose eyes were gradually becoming hollow, from the sky with the other.

The reason why the Great Elder didn't run away was because he knew that it would be very difficult for him to escape from Mo Lingtian's grasp after being seriously injured, and...even if he escaped, he didn't know how to live.

Mo Lingtian said that he killed him for "us", but he also said that he was a selfish person.

Before his head hit the ground, the Great Elder suddenly understood that "we" does not include him, "we" refers to two people, Mo Lingtian, and...

The Great Elder looked at Han Yang, and finally smiled.

This kid can be regarded as raised by him alone. I still remember that 400 years ago, before the child was sent to the Snow Heaven Sect, he cried and asked him if his father didn't like him, so he was sent to the deadly enemy of the Blood Sect. there?

At that time, he had just reached the Nascent Soul stage, and he was almost the same as he is now. As a demon cultivator, he rarely said words of comfort: "No, your father sent you to the Snow Heaven Sect because he loves you. .”

Thinking about it now, he was right to comfort him, not as a pawn, but as true love.

Blood splashed all over the ground.

With the death of the Great Elder, the battlefield became extremely quiet. Afterwards, the only remaining disciples of the Blood Sect began to scream and run away, but were killed one by one by Mo Lingtian. His behavior puzzled everyone, so much so that Xianmeng began to wonder if he was an undercover agent that Xianmeng planted in the Blood Sect thousands of years ago, otherwise why did he kill all his own people at this last moment?

No, he would not be an undercover agent placed by the Immortal Alliance. He killed many immortal cultivators, and he was also the one who started the war.

At this moment, there are only two people left in the huge evil blood sect, Mo Lingtian and Han Yang, but Xianmeng doesn't want to do anything, because they are really too confused.

Han Lin stared at the bloody Nascent Soul in Mo Lingtian's hand for a while, and then at the black box in Han Yang's hand. He suddenly understood something, so he turned his head and asked Chaotian, "You killed that demon cultivator?" Did you see his Nascent Soul when you were young?"

Chaotian still maintains the shape of a dragon. He glanced at the top of his head with his eyeballs, and saw a small bug with a distended stomach crawling out of the hair on the top of his head.

"No!" The childish voice of the Devouring Insect was very different on this battlefield.

There is no Nascent Soul... Han Lin was almost certain of something. He stared at the small black box sharply, and raised the Xuanbing Sword in his hand again, but this time he did not use the sword energy to attack, but personally attacked it. Beheaded before.

But Mo Lingtian blocked him again.

Mo Lingtian didn't fight back, he used the ghost gun to drive Han Lin back, and then established a small scarlet barrier around him and Han Yang.

"Take it." Mo Lingtian threw the Great Elder's Nascent Soul to Han Yang.

Han Yang took it, but his expression was gloomy.

"What do you mean?" Han Yang asked Mo Lingtian coldly, "You killed everyone."

"What?" Mo Lingtian turned his head slightly to look at Han Yang's face that was very similar to him: "Don't tell me you care about those people."

Han Yang was silent. He really didn't have any feelings for the people in the Blood Sect, but the Great Elder was different...

Han Yang looked down at the Nascent Soul in his hand. The palm-sized baby had its eyes closed, and its body was covered with golden characters. It was unknown what secret technique Mo Lingtian had used to make it fall into a deep sleep.

This is the Nascent Soul of the Great Elder, it is not dead yet, and the Nascent Soul is another life of the monk, if he awakens this Nascent Soul, it can grow and grow into a new Great Elder...

Han Yang thought of some things, things from a long time ago, most of them are vague memories, but those are the few good memories of his childhood.

Compared to Mo Lingtian's biological father, the Great Elder is more like a father, at least, he spends far more time by his side than Mo Lingtian.

Han Yang raised his eyes and asked Mo Lingtian: "What is the spell to wake it up?"

Hearing this, Mo Lingtian frowned. At this time, Han Rin's attack came again, so Mo Lingtian took out several golden pills and hundreds of blood-red beads and embedded them in the blood-colored protective cover. The blood-red beads were those just now. The blood pills condensed from the disciples of the Blood Sect killed by Mo Lingtian, and the gold pills were collected from the battlefield, with these, the defense formation could not be broken.

I estimated in my mind how long the protective cover would last, and it was a little tight, which made Mo Lingtian a little irritable.

"You're emotional again. Is it because you have cultivated to be an immortal? You always get emotional with others easily." Mo Lingtian looked at Han Yang displeasedly: "You are not like me at all."

"You are you, I am me, even if you are my father." Han Yang asked again in a deep voice: "What is the spell to wake it up?"

Mo Lingtian stared at Han Yang for a while, and then said lightly: "You don't need to know. Eat it."

Han Yang opened his eyes wide: "What?"

"I said, eat it." Mo Lingtian repeated, looking a little impatient.

"No!" Han Yang refused if he wanted to, and his tone became agitated: "I won't eat his Nascent Soul!"

Mo Lingtian squinted his eyes, and stretched out his hand to snatch the Great Elder's Nascent Soul from Han Yang's hands. Under Han Yang's unbelievable gaze, he opened his mouth and stuffed the Nascent Soul into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. middle.

Spiritual power was constantly overflowing from his stomach, and Mo Lingtian quickly absorbed it by using the evil blood method. In just a moment, his cultivation level improved again, and it seemed that he could break through to the stage of transforming demons at any time, and his appearance also appeared. Some changes were made, the white hair on the temples disappeared, and the crow's feet around the eyes also decreased a lot. At this time, he no longer looked like Han Yang's father, but more like his brother.

This is the benefit of practicing Shaxue Dafa. It can quickly improve the cultivation level, and it becomes easy to break through the realm. If there is no side effect of maintaining the absorption of blood essence, it is the most perfect cultivation method.

Han Yang was a little dazed. Seeing him like this, Mo Lingtian frowned again, and then uncovered the charm on the surface of the ebony box, and saw two blood-colored Nascent Souls inside. Although the surface was covered with golden characters, their faces were also immature. , but from their eyebrows and eyes, they can be vaguely recognized as the pink empress and the Nascent Soul of the long-tongued boy.

Han Yang finally understood why Empress Hongfen attacked him suddenly after he took over the box.

"You eat these two." After Mo Lingtian finished speaking, he picked up a Nascent Soul and stuffed it into Han Yang's mouth.

Han Yang turned his head away, Mo Lingtian thought he couldn't accept it, but Han Yang asked: "Why don't you eat it by yourself? You only need to eat one more and you can break through to the stage of transformation."

Mo Lingtian was silent for a moment, and then replied: "If I reach the demon transformation stage, I may ascend to the upper realm at any time, what will you do then?"

Han Yang looked at him, his expression became weird, and at this moment, the blood-colored protective cover trembled violently, and the two people in the cover looked outside. It turned out that the people from the Xianmeng realized that something was wrong, and jointly launched an attack, trying to use brute force Get rid of this hood.

"Hurry up and eat." Mo Lingtian urged.

Han Yang took another deep look at Mo Lingtian and said, "I don't understand you." Then he stuttered the two Nascent Souls.

There are already countless people who have been sucked to death by him, and eating two Nascent Souls is nothing.

It's amazing that Yuanying is not so bad, and it doesn't even smell like blood. This somewhat relieved Han Yang's repulsion in his heart, and before the rain cover broke, he had successfully soared from the middle stage of Yuanying to Yuanying. Dzogchen in the post-infant period.

"That's right." Mo Lingtian nodded in satisfaction. This time, he took the initiative to crack the bloody defensive shield without waiting for Han Lin and others to attack.

The hundreds of blood pills embedded in the defensive cover had been consumed, but there were still some golden pills left, so Mo Lingtian took the remaining golden pills into his hands, exactly four.

"How much spiritual power do you think is still short of reaching the demon transformation stage?" Mo Lingtian asked, throwing two golden pills to Han Yang.

Although Yuan Ying's late stage Dzogchen is already a top-level cultivation that can walk sideways in this world, but facing so many people from the Immortal Alliance, even though their father and son can leave smoothly, they feel like a prodigal dog. , then the group of people in front of them are the ones who run away with their heads in their arms.

Han Yang felt it carefully, and said uncertainly: "There is spiritual power in the body, and it feels like a breakthrough will be made soon, but I can't estimate the exact difference."

Mo Lingtian glanced at the many immortal cultivators facing the two of them, and asked proudly: "A gamble?"

Han Yang was in a happy mood. He hadn't been this happy for a long time. He was so happy that he felt that it was great to fall into the magic way.

He once thought that only Han Lin could give him that kind of brotherly pride that is so carefree to the bone, but today he felt it from his biological father.

He thought his father was only using him as a pawn.

"Gamble!"

When the golden pill enters the mouth, the world changes color.