Raised a god

When that weak sword glow exploded, even his Golden Core Dzogchen couldn't protect it. His eyes are the weakest part of his body. Without even the slightest use of force, Shen Jinzhi was sent flying by the roar, and a few mouthfuls of blood were spattered by the turbulent lake water.

He couldn't see anything in the dark, he only knew that he was holding the sword in his hand desperately.

Shen Jinzhi was shocked when he held the sword. No wonder Tiandao wanted to prevent him from holding the sword. This sword can control the aura of heaven and earth.

Although he doesn't know much about cultivating immortals, he also knows a few things that cultivators pay attention to. One is aptitude, which is indeed extraordinary; When the spiritual root is cultivated to the stage of crossing the catastrophe, the three are the profound spiritual energy in the place of cultivation. If it is in the mortal world, wouldn't a fairy root like Yao have just cultivated to the sixth level of Qi training?

Shen Jinzhi has dual spiritual roots of water and fire, and his aptitude can't be better than excellent, but it is better than good. This sword is the best adventure. In addition, this sword can stimulate and control spiritual energy. One of the three Shen Jins is not bad at once. up.

However, before these capitals of Shen Jin had time to think, the most important thing was that the dwarf old monster was finally completely irritated.

It was blown up at a glance, and the old monster's face was covered with blood. He endured the pain and sacrificed a magic weapon with one hand. It was a dead wood staff. After the spiritual power was injected, the black and purple light flickered, and the old monster was gloomy. The whole face was swept towards the lake.

Shen Jinzhi reluctantly climbed on a black stone, accidentally touched a girl's body with his hand, slipped and fell down in surprise, that old monster has a strong sense of consciousness, and naturally he didn't care after staying in this underground palace for so many years The darkness is just why the mortal breath was suddenly concealed by something.

No, no, unless it is a more powerful divine sense, how is it possible...

Shen Jinzhi didn't understand the doubts in the old monster's heart, so he was only concerned about how to get rid of the old monster. After holding the sword, he found a faint mist rising from the bubble-like circle. The omen of the Qi period, although I don't know why I didn't enter the realm of spiritual energy, but the feeling of having spiritual power in my body can't deceive people.

But this spiritual power is still too weak.

He gritted his teeth, the dwarf old monster's voice could shake him here, not to mention defeating him, obviously it would be dangerous to get even a little closer to this old monster, this is his territory, and it would be difficult to retreat completely He said that he didn't know what happened to the dish.

But he is really unwilling to kill this old thing.

Shen Jinzhi clenched his sword tightly, the old monster couldn't catch him with his spiritual sense, he was obviously a little irritable, holding the flaming staff in his hand, he flew straight to the surface of the lake lightly, Shen Jinzhi took a breath and got into the water , the water flow drew a series of bubbles from his hand.

The dwarf old monster was destroyed at a glance, just when he couldn't calm down, Shen Jinzhi was furious when he couldn't see it at a glance, the magic staff in his hand shone brightly for a moment, Shen Jinzhi only felt a loud bang in his head, and the cries of thousands of ghosts had come.

"Ah... help me..."

"It hurts so much... it hurts so much..."

"How many years... no... no..."

This staff is called Ten Thousand Ghosts Crying. It was the first magic weapon he got when he first practiced the magic way. After hundreds of years of smelting, it finally became perfect. It imprisoned countless unjust souls who died tragically over the years. Can ward off all ghosts.

Shen Jinzhi was dizzy, the lake was already cold, so it was very uncomfortable to hear the sound. At this time, ten thousand translucent ghosts jumped out of the staff one after another, and drifted across the lake at an extremely fast speed.

"I still don't believe I can't find you, you little bastard..." The dwarf old man naturally gritted his teeth but was still heartbroken. In any case, whether his eyes can be cured is still a problem. He has been dormant here for a hundred years. People from Donglin chased and killed them, and after a period of time, they will enter the Nascent Soul, even Luo Zizong will be helpless. Could it be possible that all of this will be ruined because of this little beast? !

Shen Jinzhi felt his eardrums buzzing, and his consciousness was a little loose. After taking a sip of water, he finally regained consciousness. The woman looked at him with a ferocious smile.

"I found you...hehe...I want to be free..."

The woman had three or four scars vertically and horizontally on her face, which were stitched up like a centipede. Her smile was very strange, and she half-kneeled on a black stone beside her and looked at him quietly.

Shen Jinzhi's heart was hardened, and she drew the sword in her hand and swung it away. The female ghost's smile twitched, as if she was irritated by him. The fingers of both hands were about half a foot long, as firm as steel, but Shen Jinzhi's sword was even sharper. The sword went down and cut half of her nails.

The female ghost was not willing to give up, and continued to pounce with a grim smile.

Shen Jinzhi slashed his sword horizontally, and the ghost took a step back. He took the opportunity to step on the stone. Although it was slippery, he still had a firm foothold.

Soon the fighting here attracted all the ghosts around. Shen Jinzhi’s secret path was not good. Tens of thousands of translucent ghosts were all ragged, with damaged limbs, and fanatic expressions. They must have experienced hell-like torture during their lifetime, and they wanted to escape The only way is to find someone... find someone to replace them.

He is like a pardon order among tens of thousands of death row prisoners, but there is only one pardon order for tens of thousands of death row prisoners.

However, the aura was completely dissipated here, and the sword in his hand naturally couldn't play any special role. Shen Jinzhi slashed with all his might, chopped several ghosts into pieces, but the ghosts behind rushed forward without pausing.

Shen Jinzhi took a deep breath, the cold ghost power was gradually eroding his body, they wanted to assimilate him.

As if he knew what to do intuitively, Shen Jinzhi put his palm on the sword and wiped it hard, the blood on the blade was filled with spiritual power for a moment, like a fire, a young ghost lightly touched it and let out a scream , turned into ashes.

In this way, there is a deterrent effect all at once, Shen Jinzhi's palm is numb with pain but he doesn't care, all ghosts are quiet for a while, he clenches the sword tightly and recalls those sword styles in his mind.

The first type... Fengying.

The sword formula is nameless, but the moves are famous. This first move is a fast word.

The wind is your shadow, it can go as fast as you can.

Thousands of ghosts around were crying together, and the cold was hitting his body, but he put them all behind him.

His eyes drooped slightly, following the moves that automatically emerged in his mind, he finally swung his sword again.

The ghost who finally came face to face was startled again, the sword wind was unexpectedly long this time, like the afterimage of the wind, dozens of ghosts were annihilated under the sword, because the blood was drying up, the ghosts finally gathered He was intimidated again for a while.

Shen Jinzhi felt that the sword seemed to have emptied the aura in his body, and he finally sighed as he looked at the ghosts that could not be stopped again and again.

This sword should only be reserved for that old man.

Thinking of him closing his eyes, he wiped another bloodstain on his hand. The hot blood on the sword slowed down the intrusion of the cold force, and the translucent ghost completely covered him.

The old dwarf waited anxiously, wishing he could kill this little beast. Seeing that he was overwhelmed by ghosts, he was almost tormented. With a wave of his hand, a long pure black snake gradually crawled out from his clothes.

He snorted coldly, moved his feet, retracted his staff, and the ghosts were crying again at this moment, just because they were going back to the hell where ghosts eat ghosts.

Shen Jinzhi fell on that stone, the light on the sword was dim, and his body was getting colder and colder, obviously the cold force had penetrated into his body.

The dwarf old monster was happy, but he still felt that it was not enough to torture him. The cruel methods in his hands were useless, so he couldn't let this damned little beast die like this.

The black snake on the wrist stretched out its head and "hissed" twice, and the old monster smiled cruelly, "Don't you want to save that furnace, I will let you taste like her."

Shen Jinzhi's eyelids moved slightly, he was indeed running out of strength, and even his mother's appearance, his father's appearance, his mother's appearance when he died, his father's appearance in prison began to appear in his mind...

The power of yin and cold was stronger than he had imagined, and the lamentation of all ghosts was not something his body could bear.

The black snake slowly walked over, the sound of scales rubbing against stones was sticky and disgusting, Shen Jin still held the sword tightly in his hand, it was a subconscious, and he dared not relax in the slightest.

The black snake gradually entwined around his body, he barely controlled his consciousness, hoping to be clearer, but his mind was still clear, but his body was exhausted.

No, at least swing, the last sword.

His tongue was numb from the pain, but he still took a bite hard, and finally his body warmed up again for a moment. He laughed at himself, maybe it was a flashback.

The black snake's entanglement became tighter and tighter, and he felt that his waist was about to be entangled, but he still didn't want to give up.

It's too late... His eyes are bloodshot, and only the last sword is in his mind, he must...

The old dwarf looked at Shen Jinzhi's slumped final struggle with satisfaction, and his anger was finally reduced by two points. If he couldn't go back to Donglin, let the remaining subordinate go. There is always a way.

Suddenly, the surrounding wind stirred, and the old dwarf was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively panicked in his heart.

Yes... the killing intent this time came without any concealment.

He turned his head violently, and a flying sword shining with light blue light transformed into countless phantoms in the air, stabbing straight at him.

……This is!

There was only a white robe in front of him, and the ice-cold sword intent had already filled the cave.

"Fang Zangting, the traitor of the Luozi Sect, hastened to die."

The old dwarf's face suddenly twisted, and he couldn't forget the person in front of him.

"My good disciple, you have finally come to kill the master."