How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

Lian Wu decided that if he had a chance in the future, he would try to see what the consequences would be if the red spirit was devoured, so that Qi Chuzi was so afraid.

Holding the book in his hand, he continued to look back. The body training state of the ghost cultivator is to refine his own entity, but before the alchemy stage of the ghost cultivator, there is no body training state, and the body can only be condensed by the Nine Nether Stones. This is called the prosthetic state, but this is obviously not a long-term solution, because even if it is a ghost cultivator, it will produce golden pills in the future when its cultivation level is high. If it is completely unfeasible, then ghost cultivators need to cultivate their own bodies.

When ghost cultivators are in the alchemy stage, they must continuously condense their own yin energy together, just like Taoist cultivators condense the golden elixir liquid. It's not golden, but black like ink.

In fact, it seems that apart from the magical state of the soul body, there are no surprises in the body refining state and the prosthetic state. They look like ordinary monks, and they will also be injured. If the injury is not serious, it can consume the Yin of the soul body. It is only a matter of time before the physical strength is restored, but if the injury is too severe, even the soul body cannot support it, then the only way to go is to destroy the soul and soul.

While reading it, he turned it backwards. What was written in the back was some exercises, from the Qi refining stage to the Golden Core stage, everything was explained in detail, easy to understand, and then... nothing up?

there is none left!Lian Wu was startled, sat up straight, and took a closer look. Although the back of the Ghost Cultivation Secret Record was tattered, there were no signs of tearing. Woolen cloth?Was it lost, or did this qiqizi fall away later?

Lian Wu's whole heart was raised. Compared with the latter's guess, he was more willing to believe that it was the former. If it was lost, there was still a way to get it back. If it was lost, then the future was uncertain.

Lian Wu stared at the book for a long time, but had no choice but to give up and think, let's practice first, whether he can practice to the Golden Core Stage or not is another matter.

After finishing the book, he took out a fragment of the drawing from the storage bag. The fragment was very soft, like old animal skin, with silvery white lines drawn on it. A few days ago, the picture of thousands of monsters and ghosts they got in the wild lake.

According to Ling Lai, this fragment seems to be a magic weapon. Lian Wu tried to inject spiritual power into it, but it didn't work at all. He couldn't help being a little discouraged. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't have any clue. Just about to throw it away, a sudden light came to his mind. Now.

Lian Wu sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, drew a ray of Yin power from his dantian, slowly walked through the meridians for a small circle, and then slowly injected it into the picture of thousands of demons and ghosts. Immediately afterwards, he felt The blueprint fragments in his hand have changed.

The silvery white lines on the painting of thousands of demons and ghosts began to shimmer, at first it was very subtle, if you don’t look carefully, you can hardly detect it, and then the light became more and more intense, and it actually moved on the fragment. It was messy, and then slowly took shape.

Even though it was a little blurry, even the mist could vaguely tell that it was a strange beast, shaped like a sheep, but with a human face and sharp fangs, like tiger teeth.

Lian Wu faintly felt that this strange-looking monster looked familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember what it was, as if he had glanced at it from afar somewhere.

Suddenly, a beast roar came from nowhere, the sound was muffled, as if it was muffled by something, but it sounded like the sound of a baby crying, which was very strange.

Suddenly, an inexplicable gust of wind rose, piercingly cold, and Lian Wu couldn't help shivering. He felt the coldness creeping up from the bottom of his heart. Then, he saw a huge phantom It gradually emerged from the air, and Lian Wu was almost stunned.

The reason why it is said to be huge is because the phantom is really huge. The cave he is in is already very large, with a height of five or six feet, but Lian Wu can only see one paw of that phantom. ...

Yes, it is a claw, the hair on it is like thorns, very sharp, black as ink, Lian Wu is a little frightened, with such a big claw, how big should the body be?

Fortunately, the phantom disappeared without a trace after only a moment. Lian Wu looked down at the picture of thousands of monsters and ghosts. The light on the silver-white lines had faded, and the messy appearance before it was restored again. It was not very eye-catching. But Lian Wu didn't dare to underestimate this magic weapon at this time.

Thinking about it, this is really a treasure, Lian Wu decided to use it slowly, hoping that it will be of great use in the future.

On this day, Lingracoon came into the cave from the outside, followed by the two civet cats. His current state has fallen to the middle stage of foundation establishment, and he almost needs to practice from scratch, but the influence of the Huachun Jue is also the same. It's very small, I go out to practice swords every day, or meditate and practice, and I live very...not in a hurry.

Lian Wu's current cultivation base has reached the middle stage of Qi refining, he collected and exhaled, and when he opened his eyes, he heard Ling Lai say: "We are leaving here."

Even Wu thinks about it. After all, this place is too close to Ziqizong. Listening to the conversation between Chen Jinsheng and Chen Jinsheng that day, it is obvious that Ziqizong is still searching for some people here. Unlike before, it is natural to be cautious.

Lingraccoon put away some important things and put them in the storage bag. Lian Wu still put the white raccoon into the spirit beast bag and hugged the black raccoon just like when he came here. The raccoon stayed with him, and he didn't want to be with him, which made Lian Wu a little frustrated.

Now this pair of yin and yang raccoons have also recognized their masters, and Lian Wu is very beautiful in his heart. Although the black raccoon is still a little fond of him, but the flaws are not hidden. Nothing can compare to this to help his practice.

Lian Wu's cultivation base is still low, and he can't fly the imperial weapon yet, so he still has to be led by Ling Rao, picks an inconspicuous corner, and quietly leaves Geshan.

Lingraccoon's cultivation is not as good as before, so the speed is naturally not fast, but fortunately, this time there is no monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul to chase and kill.

After flying for several days in a row, Lingraccoon finally landed in front of a cultivator's market. The market is not big, but there are still many practitioners, bustling with people of all ages, men, women and children, all dressed in different, weird and fancy clothes. ... It was the first time for Lian Wu to see such a place, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

There are always some people who like to find fault. Seeing that his cultivation base is low, they blow their noses and stare at him, and chase him away in a rough voice: "What are you looking at? Keep your eyes closed, and be careful, I will dig them out for you!"

Not to be outdone, Lian Wu said: "You are so unreasonable, are you only allowed to look at me, and I am not allowed to look at you?"

The man stared and said, "When did I see you?

Lian Wu replied: "If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?" The man was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while, and was about to swear, when Ling Rao glanced over, the man's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately fell silent. With a voice, back away quietly, and walk away quickly. If you don't go back to the arrogance just now, who dares to offend the foundation-building monk?

The turmoil subsided before it even got up. Even Fog touched his nose and knew what was going on in his heart. The man spoke rudely and acted rudely. No matter how he looked at it, he was not a good friend. Gaining the upper hand, it's just a fox pretending to be a tiger. If it weren't for the presence of Lingraccoon, I'm afraid it wouldn't be good today.

Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty in his heart, and secretly told himself that next time he must not be so quick with his tongue, what if he caused big trouble?

He regretted it secretly, but Ling Lai didn't say a word, just picked him up silently, and walked towards the center of the square.

Lian Wu's face immediately turned red with embarrassment, staring at Ling Rao's hand holding him, dazed, a little lost in thought.

The two walked all the way to the center of Fangshi, where there was a building with a height of seven or eight floors. There were many people coming and going in the building, and it looked very lively.

Lian Wu asked curiously, "What is this for?"

While walking in, Lingraccoon replied, "The posthouse."

He led Lian Wu in, and there was a tall counter in the lobby downstairs. There were a few guys sitting behind the counter, busily memorizing something with jade slips, and loudly answering questions from the customers outside the counter.

"Qingqing Valley? Fellow Daoist, please provide an exact address. How do we know which corner the Qingqing Valley is in? If you go in the wrong direction, the store will not be responsible."

"Red Copper Mountain? The convoy to Red Copper Mountain has already set off. Please come early tomorrow."

"The small shop's convoy won't go to Feilouya, you can figure it out yourself."

"Why don't you go to Feilouya! I'll give you the Lingshi!" The person who asked the question was a big man with a big waist, a round face and a beard. He was carrying a pair of iron pliers. He opened it and slammed his fist on the counter.

The noisy lobby was silent for a moment, and then continued to be noisy. The guy who was being questioned poked his face out from behind the counter, glanced at the place where the big man was beating, raised an eyebrow, and said every word. : "No, go! A place as cold as Feilouya, unless it is a wild goose that can enter unscathed, other monsters fly in and most likely won't be able to get out. You said that your 20 yuan low-grade spirit stone is valuable Or are the monsters in the shop worth money?"

After he finished speaking, he ignored the big man and raised his voice, "Next!"

Immediately, someone looked forward and squeezed the big man away, shouting: "Young monk is going to Beichan Temple! Beichan Temple! Oh, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, wait for the registration to be completed first! All benefactors, do me a favor, little monk." The uncle is seriously ill, and the monk is in a hurry to go back!"

The voice was clear and loud, clearly it was a young man, even the mist followed the sound, he couldn't help laughing, isn't that shiny bald head very eye-catching?It is very eye-catching in this crowded lobby.

But the shouting in his mouth was useless, everyone crowded more and more vigorously, his thin body was almost buried in the crowd, the scene suddenly lost control, a guy behind the counter saw him, knocked on the counter and shouted: "What are you doing? Don't squeeze, everyone who goes to Beichan Temple comes here to hand in spirit stones, 45 low-grade spirit stones, take your time in line."