Interstellar First Feng Shui Master

The purple-black thunderbolt descended with a mighty momentum, and the Wanren high mountain disappeared in an instant. When the thunderstorm raged past, there were pits like an abyss left on the scorched black ground, and there were still faint flashes of thunder.

It is not easy to ascend during the tribulation period, but it is difficult to meet the immortal calamity, which is rare in ten thousand years. Under such a majestic power, the people who cross the tribulation are not only unable to maintain their cultivation, but even their souls have disappeared.

"People's sins will be dealt with by God. Even if the ancestor Huang Ye is both righteous and evil, he can't escape the punishment of heaven... Disciples, remember, you must not do shady things, otherwise you will end up like this." The old man stroked his gray beard and said.

The disciples behind him all clasped their hands together, nodding in agreement, looking up at the scorched black ground with obvious fear.

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Shen Danfeng died, and everyone thought that Shen Danfeng, who was ranked third in the demon slaughter list, was dead, even he himself almost thought so.

He didn't open his eyes slowly until he touched the cool cloth and heard no other movement around him.

With a roof painted with gorgeous patterns, a square room, and a big bed, Shen Danfeng sat up slowly when he was testing that there was no one in the house, looked at this strange environment, and searched for useful information as much as possible.

he is still alive?Who saved him?Where is this again?

Shen Danfeng originally wanted to use his spiritual sense to investigate, but the empty dantian and the boy with a strange face in the mirror reminded him that this body was not his own.

This also means that his cultivation base of thousands of years, along with his original body, has been reduced to dregs.

In an instant, he changed from a mighty man who can turn mountains and seas to a mortal who has no power to restrain a chicken. The gap between them is indescribable.

"Little devil, don't make noise. My ancestor, I'm not in a good mood right now," Shen Danfeng said slowly, with a dry and tearing voice, but he expressed the feeling that he should not offend.

When he finished speaking, the ghost floating in front of him when he woke up finally stopped talking.

That little ghost is not human, and he can't look like a human being, and even his voice is soft, "I just want to say... this body... is... mine..."

Shen Danfeng finally glanced at him, and lazily said, "Oh, but I don't want to return it to you now."

The brat's words seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he was floating in the air, froze, making a piece of dark soul float out of hesitation.

Shen Danfeng sat cross-legged on the bed. A big soft bed is not as easy to meditate as on a soft couch. Although he has no cultivation base, the spirit of Dujie Patriarch is still strong, otherwise he would not have made this resentful ghost so fearful.

Spiritual consciousness penetrated into the dantian and the meridians of the whole body. The dantian is not wide enough, and the meridians are not smooth enough, but the body with a single fire spirit root is enough to make up for all his dissatisfaction with this body.

The cultivation base is gone, but the insight is still there. It is naturally much easier to re-cultivate than before, and with this body that is the same as his original spiritual root, it is naturally more effective with half the effort.

Shen Danfeng opened his eyes, the important matter was settled, and he naturally had the idea to speak, "Little ghost, where is this place?"

A soft voice came out from the black mist, "This is the capital Xing Shen's house."

capital star?Shen Danfeng was puzzled in his heart, but his face was indifferent, maybe there is indeed a star called the capital star in the three thousand worlds.

As for the Shen family, it is probably an aristocratic family in the mortal world.

Although it is not suitable for monks to form karma with mortals, but this has karma, but it cannot be ignored.

"I see the degree of solidification of your soul. You have been away from your body for a day and a night, and you have not been contaminated by the spirit of my ancestors. That is to say, I entered this body after you died, so it does not count as taking advantage of you." Cheap," Shen Danfeng analyzed seriously.

Seeing that the brat was in a hurry, he continued the conversation and said, "But I will use your identity to reincarnate and rebuild, and naturally I will also give you a share of karma. Brat, do you hate so much? Do you want revenge?"

"miss you!"

This sound was resounding, and there was a ghostly aura emanating from it.

"Interesting," Shen Danfeng praised, "Revenge is not as enjoyable as doing it yourself. I will use my own spells to bless you, and it is enough to deal with ordinary mortals."

As he said, he wanted to open the mustard space that accompanied the soul, but he didn't think of that droplet hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness. It was like not knowing the owner, so I stood still.

Embarrassed, pretending not to be good, Shen Danfeng looked at the highly anticipated black mist in front of him and began to flicker, "Spells can't be completed without a hundred years of work. Although I am very accomplished, it takes a day to draw it well, and it's a secret. You can't let other people and other ghosts peek at it, when you go out, take out the three under the bed, by the stool and by the pool."

He spoke with a smile on his lips, as if he was convincing by nature, the black mist nodded habitually, and dragged the three other ghosts out of the door.

Shen Danfeng watched them leave leisurely, but he didn't really intend to lie to the little devil. Although his body hadn't drawn the qi into his body yet, but when he first came into contact with Taoism, it only took half an hour to root the aura in his dantian. It's easy to do it again now.

A mere yin ghost talisman can be drawn just after introducing Qi into the body.

Shen Danfeng was quite confident in his own strength, but he missed a little bit.

After an hour passed, he slowly opened his eyes, his expression became really worried, and he clenched his too slender fingers tightly without any sense of strength.

It's not that his strength is weak, but that his spiritual sense has reached thousands of miles, but he didn't find any trace of spiritual energy.

The aura is dry, so there are naturally many mortals, but if he is allowed to be a mortal for the rest of his life... Shen Danfeng smiled.

Wouldn't that make those who dislike him too pleasing to their liking.

If one lacks spiritual energy, one can come up with some solutions, but one cannot be satisfied by eating air when one is hungry.

Ancestor Huang Ye, who never felt hungry a long time ago and ate only to satisfy his appetite, could only open the door Shi Shiran to find some food.

The feeling of being hungry is really uncomfortable, at least he tried it once, and he doesn't want to have a next time.

His head became somewhat irrational because of his growling stomach. If someone dared to come up and stroke the tiger's beard at this time, Shen Danfeng promised that he would never be able to eat and walk around.

"Brother is embroidering in the room? It takes so long to be willing to embroider," the young man with red lips and white teeth taunted Shen Danfeng who had just come down from upstairs.

It was clearly a very exquisite face, but because of the frivolity and turbidity in the eyes, it forcibly ruined the beauty.

Shen Danfeng regretted it for less than a second, and then rushed to the place where the fragrance was exuding.

Eating the emperor is big, and everything else can be postponed for the time being.

The young man watched him walk over as if nothing had happened, his face that was originally smiling mockingly twisted for a moment.

How dare he ignore him!

The young man stood in front of Shen Danfeng angrily, without even the initial politeness, "Trash, didn't you see that I was talking to you?"

"I didn't see it," Shen Danfeng walked straight towards the kitchen without even giving him a look.

I don't know how long this body has been hungry, the feeling of stomach convulsions is really uncomfortable.

"Stop for me, you lowly pariah!" The young man wanted to grab Shen Danfeng's shoulder, but he didn't expect that before the hand touched it, the outstretched hand seemed to be stretched out. , making him scream in pain, "Ah!... What did you do to me?!!!"

"Tch..." Shen Danfeng recalled the sporadic fragments that flashed in his mind, and murmured with some interest, "Born with a low life?"

Ignoring the screams that kept ringing out there, Shen Danfeng turned around and entered the kitchen, where the delicious food was placed on the cooking table. He ignored the chef's surprised eyes, picked up a pair of chopsticks and tasted them one by one until the last dish At the time, my stomach, which eats as much as a bird, was already full.

"Chengcheng, Chengcheng, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom," the voice from the living room was heard clearly in the kitchen. Shen Danfeng dropped the chopsticks and walked out the door. pile of people.

It's just a dislocated wrist, I don't know, I thought something happened.

Although he has lost his cultivation base, but he has practiced hard for thousands of years in martial arts. If mortals can easily get close to him, he can be reincarnated again.

"Mom, I'm in so much pain, call the doctor quickly," the cry of pain was accompanied by reproaches and curses, until Shen Dancheng broke out completely when he saw Shen Danfeng's figure, "Mom, arrest him, it's him, it's him Sprained my wrist."

"Danfeng? Did you really do it?" The woman supporting Shen Dancheng looked over, with a sad and weak look on her face, "Danfeng, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, just come directly to me Now, why make things difficult for Chengcheng, Auntie knows that she did not do well, and that you think I robbed your father, but I didn't do it on purpose..."

It turns out that this body is also called Shen Danfeng...

The crying and crying together with the screams of pain, as well as the seemingly non-condemning gazes of the servants, if they were originally soft-tempered, they would probably die of anger.

Shen Danfeng glanced at the violently fluctuating little black mist beside him, wiped his face and gave a low smile, and when he put down his hands, tears were streaming down his face.

The pale, slender boy sat down on the stairs with an unbelievable face, his crying voice was filled with sadness and confusion, "Auntie, I don't...I really don't...I haven't eaten all day and night, hands and feet It's so sour, how could it be possible to have the strength to overthrow my younger brother... Auntie, even if you don't like me, how can you slander me... Wow..."

Compared with anyone whose voice is louder, Shen Danfeng thinks that he has not lost to anyone yet.

Patriarch Huang Ye became addicted to drama, and no one could stop him.

The beautiful young woman held her breath in her throat and couldn't get up or down. Looking at the young man's pale and slender arms, and then at her son's rosy complexion, no matter how you looked at it, she didn't seem like she could bully her son, but her son How could he lie?

Wait, my son seems to lie a lot...