How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

Qi Dao Sanren seemed impatient, he frowned, and said in a disdainful tone: "Why do you struggle, it's such an ugly mess, the old man always leaves room for others in his actions, not for your life, so don't waste the old man's time anymore. "

Lian Wu vomited blood, grabbed the soft mud hard with his right hand, and stood up with support. He chuckled, wiped the blood from his lips casually, stared at the three people in front of him, his eyes flickered There was a trace of cruelty.

He suddenly smiled and said, "I do regret it now."

"Oh?" The Qi Dao Sanren was stunned for a moment, and then hummed: "It's too late even if I regret it."

Lian Wu smiled badly, looked at Brother Qi Yu behind him with hatred in his eyes, and said coldly: "What I regret is that I should have killed them both at the top of Qixia Peak and buried them on the spot. Nobody knew I did it."

Hearing this, Qi Yu was furious, and Juli slapped it over, shouting, "You're courting death!"

That palm was full of power, and he rushed towards Lian Wu with a strong wind. Don't you know that this is what Lian Wu was waiting for. There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his lips, as if some scheme had finally succeeded, when he said Sooner or later, he quickly folded his hands together, and the Yin energy that was originally brewing in the palms of his hands gathered together, and when he opened them suddenly, a gray-white shield rose up to protect him in it.

It was the secret technique that he had practiced so hard, the ghost strikes the bell, the palm wind rushed towards his face, hit the shield heavily, and accompanied by a scream, a figure flew out, But it wasn't Lian Wu, it was Qi Yu!

Even Qi Dao Sanren didn't think of Lian Wu's move at all, so Qi Yu was thrown flying by his palm with all his strength, fell three feet away, and fell on his back, coughing Bleeding and unable to move for a long time.

Qi Zhen exclaimed, and rushed over: "Brother! What's wrong with you, brother!" He turned back and scolded Lian Wu.

Lian Wu naturally didn't care, he looked at Qi Daosan's black face, he laughed loudly, his voice was clear and clear, and said: "Old man, your two grandsons are too deceitful, and now you still have the face to fight!" I, Qixia Peak, just deceived me with my humble cultivation, I have nothing to say, I just hate that the top of Qixia Peak is too big, otherwise he might not know where to fly with that palm just now."

The corners of his lips were still bloodshot, his eyes were dark, but they were astonishingly bright, and the words he said were like sharp knives: "You can't kill me today, but in the future, I will wait until you pay for it with blood!"

Hearing this, Qi Dao Sanren was furious, and shouted sharply: "You don't know how to live or die!" Then he swung his palm with all his strength.

At this time, Lian Wu was approaching the edge of the cliff. At this critical moment, the palm wind swept to his chest, splashing blood, and he took a few steps to take advantage of the trend, and white lotus rose up, and he jumped towards the cliff in the blink of an eye. And down.

At this moment, a long howl suddenly came from afar, the sound was as clear and long as a bell, the person came at a very fast speed, before the sound fell, he approached, Qi Dao Sanren's unhappy complexion suddenly turned greener When it was dark, he turned around and brought the two brothers Qi Yu up, retreated a few feet away, and stared at the edge of the cliff as if facing a big enemy.

But in a few breaths, a fiery red color rose from the edge of the cliff, and a thick and slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Qi Jin, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are so old, it's a big deception!" The little temperament has not changed, and the poor monk broke it every time."

Qi Daosan's face was dark, and he said: "Monk Shanzhi, what's the matter with you if the old man teaches the younger generation?"

The fiery red color on the edge of the cliff scattered and retracted, revealing three people. It turned out to be a cassock, and now it was wrapped around one of them freely. Lian Wu bowed to him and thanked him: "Thank you, Master, for your help."

"It's nothing more than trivial matters, don't worry about it." The monk Shan Chi clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's mantra, and then turned his face, his face was like a crown of jade, his lips were like vermilion, he was such a handsome man.

He looked at Qi Dao Sanren with piercing eyes, and said, "Qi Jin, do you remember what you promised the poor monk back then?"

Qi Dao Sanren narrowed his eyes, and said: "Of course I remember, the old man has a good memory, and he is not old-fashioned. The old man did promise back then that the old man must stay away from you for thirty miles."

The monk Shan Chi reminded: "The poor monk still remembers that you swore the oath with the demon in your heart."

Qi Dao Sanren choked, his face turned green and pale, and he said after a while: "No matter what, today's matter, I can't let go like this, you just meddle in your own business, why do you have to meddle with me every time? Is it true that the old man is afraid of you?"

Hearing this, Monk Shan Chi suddenly burst into laughter: "Qi Jin, you didn't dare to call yourself an old man in front of the poor monk, but now that you are older, you have become more courageous. You slaughtered hundreds of innocent people in Yantou Cliff back then. The villagers were beaten on the ground by the poor monk for three days and three nights, and the golden core was almost lost. If the poor monk hadn't broken the killing command at that time, how could you exist in the four continents now? The poor monk has taken care of today's matter. Qi Jin, just look-"

As he spoke, he brought out a golden bowl. The whole body of the bowl was golden yellow, with silver Sanskrit characters engraved on it, and a few traces of red flowed faintly. Kill ring?"

Monk Shanzhi continued to smile, held the golden bowl and said, "If you don't want to leave, just sit down and catch up with the poor monk."

After Qi Dao Sanren listened, he took his two grandsons without saying a word, and the imperial weapon flew away from Qixia Peak, and Qi Zhen's noisy voice could still be heard in the wind: "Grandpa, I won't leave! I want to beat him! I won't go! I won't go!"

Then Qi Dao Sanren said in a low voice: "Shut up."

After a while, there was no more sound, and there was no cloud and mist around. Hualao supported Lianwu, and was about to ask, suddenly, Shan Chi's face became angry, and from the direction where the Qidao Sanren left, a thin red light tore through the cloud and mist, Suddenly he came through the air, he flicked his robe sleeves, a golden light glowed in his hands, he grabbed the red thing with his bare hands, turned his hand and saw that it was a magic weapon like a small arrow.

He snorted coldly: "Idiot." With a flick of his hand, he threw the little red arrow back in the direction it came from.

Qi Dao Sanren in that room was carrying the injured Qi Yu and the crying Qi Zhen on their way, when suddenly he groaned in pain, a small blood-red arrow pierced through his shoulder silently and pierced into the flesh and blood.