Starting My Cultivation With Immortality

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At the time of the garrison, the night was like ink, and the last bit of moon shadow and starlight in the sky also disappeared, and it was tragic.

The vast white fog covered the mountains and forests in a radius of ten miles. Under the cover of the white fog, countless shadows staged a night walk of ten thousand ghosts, which has turned this place into a ghost realm on earth.

The woman in the blood-colored sedan did not get off the sedan. The sedan silently stopped outside the tent, and some ghosts began to rush towards the tent of the central army.

Those controlled lone and wild ghosts kept coming out of the thick fog, some without heads, some missing half of their bodies, and some with only a pair of skeletons left, and scrambled to enter the big tent.

"Wow~"

A sword light lit up from the tent, and Ji Ping, who was at the front, shot.

This sword full of sword energy, like the sun shining into winter snow, swept away more than a dozen ghosts with one sword.

Wu Xiu's fifth-level sword, in Yunsu's opinion, has fully demonstrated the strength of the sixth-level peak. Ji Ping has been immersed in swordsmanship for a long time. After going down the mountain for a while, he has obtained a sword intent that surpasses the innate, and he won it again. Some pointers from myself, compared to martial arts masters, the progress is quite rapid.

With his sword, on the ancient tree in the void behind the longevity cloud platform in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, a green sprout faintly flashed with a very weak greenness. Ji Ping's picture and breath above are stronger than Ye Ning's. point.

However, this sword did not stop the army of ghosts from pouring into the tent at all. Instead, more and more powerful ghosts appeared from all directions. They passed through the tent and attacked indiscriminately.

"Humph!"

Bai Ji, the elder of Wushan Sword Palace, shot in anger, and his sword energy was invincible for a while, and his strength was much higher than that of Ji Ping.

However, although people who practice martial arts have inner strength and true qi, and their qi and blood are much stronger than ordinary people, they are still at a disadvantage when they encounter such ghosts.

After a while, Ji Ping's movements slowed down. In his eyes, countless ghosts have been killed, but they are still pouring in.

Gradually, those hideous-looking evil ghosts turned into gorgeous women in very revealing clothes, surrounded by themselves, their robes fluttered, and the fragrance was blowing.

"With the strength of Ji Ping and Baiji, it is already the limit to deal with ordinary ghosts. These ghosts have been raised and trained by people, and they are different from lonely ghosts."

Yunsu stood in the big tent and looked at everything in front of him. Although Ji Ping and Bai Ji were too weak, they fell into the hallucination created by ghosts, but their internal energy was not exhausted, and they were still subconsciously shooting. The female ghost in white did not dare to approach rashly, and was slowly consuming their strength.

The one-armed swordsman, Yunsu couldn't help but look at the battle strength he showed at the beginning, a knife gang splashed out, and many ghosts couldn't stand it. Ghost, even a few female ghosts in white have died under his hands.

The knife gang swept past, and the ghost could not escape.

Yunsu remembered that that night, he heard the mysterious female ghost mention that she was once hit by Wang Muxuan's sword, but the tone was still the kind of serious injury. I think that Wang Muxuan at that time was not an ordinary martial arts man. , but at that time, I was still a mortal, and Wang Muxuan died so fast, I really couldn't see the clue.

This one-armed swordsman is nameless, he is obviously only in the innate realm, and he has not yet become a martial arts practitioner, but his actual combat power is actually similar to that of some practitioners who are about to become dantian.

However, when a female ghost in white with a more solid ghost body made a sneak attack, the nameless blade stagnates for a while, and then she said, and was pulled into the illusion by the female ghost.

Yunsu didn't stop him either. He naturally didn't look down on these turkey-like ghosts at such a close distance.

The three of them were unharmed, but they just spent some internal energy and true qi, and suffered the torture of the ghosts and illusions created by the ghosts.

If they can't survive on their own strength, for the sake of the three of them willing to take the risk and protect the generals of the Chinese army, Yunsu doesn't mind helping them and forcibly breaking through the fantasy realm. .

In a word, the three of them had a chance to stand up tonight, but the result was already doomed, and there was still a chance.

Putting it in the usual rivers and lakes, I am afraid that such an opportunity will not be able to wait until my head is white.

"Meet Guiji-sama!"

An old ghost in black appeared, knelt down in front of the red sedan chair, and said respectfully.

"How is it?"

A cold female voice without the slightest emotion came from behind the curtain of the red sedan chair. Nearby ghosts, no matter how strong or weak, were shocked by this voice, and fell to the ground on the spot.

"Lord Guiji is here, these mortals like chickens and dogs are not captured by their hands, and they sleep like dead pigs.

The three foolish warriors in the central army tent were also trapped in an illusion by the children.

Jie Jie Jie, there was no cultivator's breath found in the camp, and those children of the Mountain Sword Sect didn't know where they were being led by the nose at this time. "

The black-clothed old ghost's voice was flattering, and he laughed awkwardly. The arrogance of taking life and death, and treating the lives of mortals like a mustard, was all written on the face of a hideous ghost.

The person in the red-clothed sedan chair did not speak, but suddenly flashed, and saw a woman in a big red robe getting off the sedan like a ghost. Her appearance was no different from ordinary people, but it was extremely strange when you looked closely.

The eyes of this ghost girl in red opened and closed, and there were four pupils faintly appearing.

There are four pupils in both eyes, two of which are slightly more obvious, the size of a normal person, and the other two pupils are smaller and looming.

"My lord, the slaves have been hungry for a long time, why don't you let them eat to their heart's content first?"

The old ghost licked his lips and seemed to have an appetite for the more than 50,000 soldiers of the Dingbo army who were already in the pot. In his opinion, there are so many ghosts and slaves of the gods, why should they care about these ordinary people, what else can they do? Possessing the body into the soul and controlling the generals are completely superfluous.

Suddenly, with a bang, the old ghost in black was hit by a huge force, and even the ghost body was scattered, screaming again and again, and finally reunited the ghost body, knelt on the ground, buried his head very low, never again. Don't dare to talk nonsense.

"Something that shouldn't be on the table."

As if nothing happened, the ghost girl in red said lightly, and then said:

"It's important to wait until the Dingbo army, which has taken control of this great success, promises you three thousand old and weak soldiers."

In her cold and stern words, it seems that she is not talking about three thousand living people, some old and young, some with families, but three thousand animals.

"My lord is wise, thank you Guiji for taking pity on the slaves."

Although the old ghost in black was frightened to death just now, the thought of swallowing a living person with flesh, blood, and soul made his tongue twitch.

The ghost girl in red ignored him, looked at the central army tent in front of her, and thoughtfully, she reached out and lifted the curtain, and was ready to walk in.

However, as soon as her foot in the red shoe was raised, it suddenly stopped and did not step on it.

I saw a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the tent, holding an ancient sword in his hand, leaning on the ground, looking at himself with the look of an old friend.

"coming."

This inexplicable greeting almost made the ghost girl in red scare away.

Just now, there were only two ordinary large curtains, but I didn't find a single person inside.

In the eyes of the ghost girl in red, there are thousands of ghost slaves in the big tent.

Those ghost slaves faithfully carried out their orders, some were dancing the dementor dance, and some were clinging to the three warriors, in an extremely seductive posture.

However, this middle-aged sword cultivator who "welcomes" himself with a sword is like invisible, and all the ghost slaves turn a blind eye.

Not only him, but even the dozen or so generals of the Dingbo army behind him were just sleeping there, without any ghost slaves approaching.

"Shanshan Sword Sect!"

There was hardly any hesitation in the ghost girl in red, and those four words came to mind.

The Ghost King once said that if he wants to establish the boundless ghost realm, the immortal Yinshan Dynasty, the Dacheng Dynasty and the Sushan Sword Sect, which is known as the first immortal gate of Dacheng, will be the first difficulty.

In contrast, the prairie countries around Ulan were captured by the gods with little effort.

Once the Dacheng Dynasty and the Sushan Sword Sect are resolved, a Yinshan Dynasty that includes more than ten kingdoms will be born, and it will be the most beautiful new home for ghost cultivators.

Without the slightest hesitation, the ghost girl in red waved her long sleeves, a black light flashed, and hundreds of ghost slaves flew out of the sleeves. These ghost slaves were much stronger than ordinary ghosts in the white mist. Dressed in white, she was almost dressed like the white-robed female ghosts among the ghost slaves just now, with similar aura and comparable strength.

This is not to mention, almost the entire camp's ghost slaves were mobilized by her, and the mountains and tsunamis generally rushed into the central army tent.

"Hmph, as expected by the Ghost King, the children of the Sushan Sword Sect are really nosy. Fortunately, the Ghost King had a plan and gave him a ghost weapon, Huangquan Banner, which contains thousands of white-clothed ghost slaves. Even Jin Dan Jianxiu will drink his hatred on the spot."

Although he thought so, the more fierce the expression on the face of the red-clothed ghost princess, the more completely reversed the action, the ghost body burst back, but drove countless white-clothed ghost slaves and ordinary ghost slaves towards the central army. The big tent rushed over, trying to drown the middle-aged man who was suspected to be the sword fairy of Sushan Mountain.

Yunsu saw these ghosts coming from the mountains and tsunamis, and remembered that he was pressed on the bed by the female ghost that night when he became enlightened.

Goodbye to these ghostly creatures tonight, I have no fear in my heart.

"receive!"

Yunsu didn't use his sword, spread out his left hand, and read the mantra at the same time, like a thunder on the ground, the countless ghosts that were rushing towards him instantly fell down like a lightning strike, and turned into blue smoke and was sucked into the palm of his hand.

Whether it was an ordinary evil ghost or those white-robed ghosts, none of them escaped. The ghost body that was originally a normal person turned into an extremely tiny body in an instant and fell into the palm of his hand.

These evil ghosts, Li Gui has never seen such a shocking method before, screaming and screaming for a while, desperately biting in the palm of his hand, or trying to struggle in the air, and finally fell into the palm of his hand.

Although the ghost girl in red was disdainful in her heart, she was very loyal in her actions. The ghostly figure burst out. Everything was under control. Out of her strong self-confidence in the ghost king and Huang Quanfan, she was extremely eager to see the unsightly figure. Jishan Jianxiu died under the gnawing of thousands of ghosts.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed suddenly, and suddenly saw the unremarkable middle-aged man spread his left hand. At first, he didn't know what Yunsu was going to do. After all, this action was not much different from inviting someone to be seated.

But in the blink of an eye, the ghost girl in red saw him sucking countless ghost slaves into the palm of his hand, and he was so frightened that his ghost body almost collapsed.

"Ghost!"

At this moment, the ghost girl in red seemed to be rejuvenated, returning to the time of mortals countless years ago, recalling the most primitive fears, and fleeing wildly at the burning of her own ghost.

Ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles...

I don't know how far I flew, but the ghost girl in red felt that time had passed for a long time, just like the life of a person and a ghost, but every time I looked back, I could clearly see the expressionless middle-aged man. man.

No matter how you fly, you can't fly out, but get closer and closer.

I don't know how long it took to fly. I thought I was about to flee to Ulan, but when I looked down, I suddenly woke up.

Where is the endless yellow sand land below the desert sea, it is clearly the palm of the middle-aged swordsman. In the middle, thousands of ghost slaves are scared to death, and no ghost slave knows what happened.

Although the red-clothed ghost princess was extremely reluctant, she finally fell into Yunsu's palm.

Afterwards, the ghostly white fog that originally enveloped the entire Dingbo army camp was also sucked in by the strange suction force. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com finally fell into the palm of his hand, more and more, and finally turned into a small The white flocculent ball has sealed all the countless ghosts in it.

The ghost girl in red came back to her senses from the initial horror, only to realize that she was crying, how many years she had been dead, and how many years she had been a ghost, and she almost forgot the time.

She had long forgotten the feeling of helplessness, fear and panic, but today she realized it again. As one of the ghost king's favorite ghost princesses, she was actually scared to tears.

For a time, the ghost girl in red was desperate. After thinking about it, she could only hope that she was regarded as a **** in normal times. She had no last resort, boundless mana, and the wise and powerful Ghost King appeared as soon as possible, and killed him with the power of supreme thunder. This nosy Jianxiu Sushan rescued himself and the thousands of ghost slaves.

"When this fellow is defeated by Lord Ghost King, he must dissipate his soul, crush his bones and ashes, and then pour it into the gutter and cesspool, so that the hatred in Ben Ji's heart will be eliminated."