The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Speaking of which, the people who gained the most from this trip to the secret realm were Patriarch Luo Feng and Gu Changhuan.

These two people knew that they could not control the secret realm, so they tried their best to collect spiritual objects. Ancestor Luo Feng not only found a lot of fifth-level elixirs, but also removed a fifth-level spiritual vein. This laid a solid foundation for my future practice.

After spending two hours counting all the spiritual objects, Gu Changhuan looked at the long list in the jade slip in his hand and hummed a few tunes happily.

After that, these spiritual plants will naturally be planted in the Xuantian Tower.

“Another big project!

When can Mo Lin and Qing Tu transform into human forms?

The puppet is still a bit stupid..."

Gu Changhuan got busy while talking.

This busy time lasts for more than a day.

The two little guys Qing Tu and Mo Lin knew how to join in the fun. Occasionally they would take a bite of spiritual fruit or a bite of spiritual grass, causing a little harmless trouble for Gu Changhuan. If they stopped, the two little guys would still be unhappy, just like the two Like a naughty kid.

This made Gu Changhuan feel helpless.

After finally transplanting all the spiritual plants, Gu Changhuan, who was sitting in the bamboo house playing with foxes and coiled snakes, suddenly remembered something.

He took out a black flag and came to a formation restriction in Xuantian Tower. With a wave of his hand, souls flew out one after another.

After a fierce battle, the number of living souls in Black Flag dropped to more than 10,000.

Now, they were summoned together by Gu Changhuan, filling the small space to the brim. Only within a three-meter radius of Gu Changhuan, no living soul dared to approach.

Several high-level living souls gathered near the ghost peach tree. Those living souls pressed against the ghost peach tree with intoxicated faces, eager to take a lick.

However, the souls of most mortals are still filled with resentment and hatred.

Gu Changhuan looked at the young or old faces, sighed, and then said solemnly:

“Save all sins and overcome all misfortunes.

The misty and super-immortal source, naturally clear and clear, all inherit the power of the Great Dao to subjugate all demonic spirits.

He is scorching in the sky, his name is Niwanxian, purple clouds cover Huang Lao, he is called Three Treasures Lord, m.

I will also use the Qi of heaven to control the souls of the nine heavens and save the suffering gods. When I have good views and save the suffering,

There is no distinction between heaven and earth, and the energy of heaven returns to one body. They all become natural people, and they naturally have different bodies.

The essence is in the void, the void is no trace, the whole body is empty..."

After Gu Changhuan recited a scripture to save the dead, the living souls of those mortals slowly became blurred.

As for the souls of those monks, some of the resentment around them also dissipated.

After half an hour passed, the souls of mortals turned into little stars and dispersed, and the souls of the monks also returned to clarity.

Gu Changhuan did not understand the method of transcendence, so he could only use his true energy to recite a Taoist scripture about transcending the souls of the dead. However, after reciting the scripture, he looked at the souls of the monks and found that among them, there were actually three purple ones. The monk’s spirit remains.

It seems that this Xue Wuzi is really no ordinary person. There are so many monk souls trapped in the magic weapon.

He glanced at the three Zifu period monks and found that two of them were looking at the ghost peach tree hungrily.

At this moment, Gu Changhuan spoke

“I am not a blood demon cultivator, nor can I use the soul of a cultivator to defend the enemy;

You can fight on your own and enter reincarnation. You may also have the opportunity to be reincarnated as a human being, practice Taoism in the next life, and become immortals and ancestors. "

After hearing Gu Changhuan's words, many monks were stunned, and their eyes towards Gu Changhuan also changed somewhat.

Gu Changhuan didn't bother to guess what they were thinking. He focused his gaze on the three monk souls of the Purple Palace stage and said:

"I still lack two servants here. If you are willing, I have ghost cultivation techniques here. With the help of ghost peach trees, your cultivation will surely increase very quickly;

As long as you are loyal to me, I will do my best to help you practice. "

Gu Changhuan's words made it very clear, what he needed was not subordinates, but servants.

The so-called servant is like a spiritual beast. Life and death depend on the master's thoughts. Unless his cultivation level is several times higher than that of his master, he will only be controlled by others in this life.

Immortal cultivators have lived for many years, and although each of them has been worn down by time, they are all somewhat arrogant in their hearts. There are very few who are willing to bow their heads and serve as slaves.

As expected, the three Zifu monks were a little angry when they heard that Gu Changhuan wanted to take them as slaves.

However, after hearing Gu Changhuan say that Gui Pan Taoshuhe would do his best to help him practice, his eyes were obviously shaken.

Moreover, his low-level monk souls saw that Gu Changhuan was really not interested in them, so they all chose to fight on their own.

For a time, dots of light blue fluorescence in Xuantian Tower filled the sky like fireflies on a summer night.

Qing Tu and Mo Lin were lying outside the formation, looking at the dots of fluorescence in the sky, and they both thought it was very beautiful.

The fluorescence only lasted for a few breaths and then all dissipated.

After the fluorescence dissipated, Gu Changhuan raised his hand and tore open the formation, putting Qing Tu and Mo Lin in.

Two little guys squatted on Gu Changhuan's shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right, looking at the souls of the three Zifu period monks warily.

"What do you think?"

Gu Changhuan raised his hand and touched Qingtu's little head, and asked casually.

The three people looked at each other. Among them, the monk from the late Zifu who had the highest level of cultivation lowered his head, cupped his hands and said:

"Fellow Taoist, it's just..."

As he spoke, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly rushed straight towards Gu Changhuan!

Seeing the spirit coming quickly, Gu Changhuan's eyes were calm and he didn't make any move.

The man didn't expect that Gu Changhuan could be so arrogant, and could be so indifferent to the actions of the later monks of the Zi Mansion, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

The two Zifu monks felt a little regretful.

Just when the late-stage cultivator from the Zi Mansion was about to come into contact with Gu Changhuan's body, a flash of light flashed in Qing Tu's eyes, and the soul suddenly stopped.

Mo Lin flicked his tail, and the spirit disappeared without even having time to scream.

His soul was destroyed, and he had no chance of reincarnation.

And all this happened in an instant.

The two Zifu monks did not expect that Gu Changhuan's two spiritual pets could be so capable. They looked at each other, and suddenly a spirit knelt down directly towards Gu Changhuan!

"Servant Ying Yu, meet the master!"

The man said loudly.

Gu Changhuan looked at Ying Yu and nodded, but did not ask him to get up. Instead, he looked at the other person.

"What about you?"

The man was heartbroken and knelt down, saying:

"The juniors have low qualifications. They only hope to enter the Tao again in the next life and be born with superior spiritual roots. They dare not seek to become immortals and ancestors. If they can become golden elixirs, they will live up to the hard work of two lives;

so……

Therefore, please forgive me, senior! "

Gu Changhuan looked at him:

"In that case, let's go!"

If the man was granted amnesty, he soon turned into a dot of fluorescent light and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Gu Changhuan turned his eyes to Ying Yu, who had been kneeling.