Who asked him to cultivate immortality!

Meng Jingzhou turned over another piece of tiger skin. The tiger skin was old and seemed to be hundreds of years old, but it was well preserved. The densely packed small characters on it could be clearly seen. Lu Yang and Mangu stretched their necks to take a look curiously. They didn't recognize it. This kind of text.

"This is demon writing, the internal writing of the demon clan." Meng Jingzhou said, and he happened to know it.

The nature of the Fox tribe is dissolute, which is also reflected in writing. They often write some unhealthy books. If someone does something indescribable to these books, the author of the book can collect a trace of yang energy.

Therefore, most of the unhealthy books that are often circulated on the market in the Central Continent are written by the fox tribe. Although the official government publicizes its dangers and holds an event to destroy books every few years, these books are still circulating in the dark market and have been repeatedly banned.

Meng Jingzhou was obsessed with this kind of books when he was young, but at that time he didn't know what indescribable things were, he just thought the book was good-looking.

In order to read the original version, he specially studied Yaowen.

"You love learning so much?" Lu Yang and Mangu were surprised. Cultivation can enhance memory, and it doesn't take long to learn a language.

But the problem is that Meng Jingzhou learned demon literature before cultivating immortality, which is very extraordinary.

Meng Jingzhou did not want to explain the reason, but said that he was somewhat interested in the culture of the demon clan.

Man Gu feels that Brother Meng is worthy of being Brother Meng. He studies hard but doesn't like to show off. He behaves modestly and has noble character, which is worth learning.

"What's written on the tiger skin?"

"Let me see... ghostly things, the yin moves and the yang avoids... This is the way to drive the ghost servants."

Meng Jingzhou browsed through it quickly, made some calculations in his mind, and quickly deduced the function of the secret book.

"This is how the old Orion should have been refined."

"There are also requirements for refining ghosts. The cultivation level must be two major levels apart, except for refining mortals. After the seventh level of Qi training, you can refine the souls of mortals."

The art of driving ghost servants is very useless. Only people who are two realms smaller than yourself can be refined. Even if the ghost servants are refined, can they still be allowed to go into battle to kill the enemy?

Just like the battle with the tiger demon just now, if the ghost servant appears, it may not be as good as cannon fodder and will not pose any threat.

"Do you need me to translate it all for you? There doesn't seem to be any race restrictions on this thing. Humans can also practice it, but tiger monsters have the best effect."

Man Gu wanted to say what the use of learning this thing was, but he heard Lu Yang analyze it: "We join the Demon Cult, and the Demonic Way is indispensable. This technique of driving ghost servants is suitable for being a facade, and there are ready-made minions at Orion's residence. Ghost, please translate the technique on the tiger skin to drive ghost servants, and the three of us will learn together."

Originally, Lu Yang planned to eradicate the remaining ghosts, but now the situation has changed. After using the ghosts, it is not too late to drive away the souls.

According to the tiger demon, all ghosts willingly become servants after death, driving them to become ghosts and causing harm to travelers.

They all deserve to be killed.

"Okay." Meng Jingzhou agreed. He laid out paper, studied ink, and quickly wrote down the technique of driving ghost servants.

"I won't practice any more. I have pure yang spiritual roots. When ghosts see me, they will melt away quickly like snow seeing the sun. I can't practice this pure yin attribute spell."

Lu Yang and Man Gu didn't say much and practiced together.

Not long after, there was a gust of cold wind in the cave. The cold wind was accompanied by the wailing of looming ghosts, bringing endless chills and bone-chilling bones.

Lu Yang felt his body light up, his feet lifted off the ground, and he was floating in the air, like a ghost.

He felt that his mind was clearer than ever before, his five senses were sharp, and he could detect every tiny detail around him. He also felt that Meng Jingzhou was like a blazing fire, extremely hot!

"Huh? What's going on?" Lu Yang was confused. He looked down and found that his body was sitting cross-legged.

"No, it's not that I can fly, it's that my soul is out of body!"

Meng Jingzhou noticed something was wrong with Lu Yang and shouted in horror: "Only in the Nascent Soul stage can the ghost leave the body and travel thousands of miles. How come you are out of the body now?"

"Go back quickly. You are only in the foundation building stage and have not yet cultivated your soul. Your soul is easily damaged. Once your soul is damaged, it will be difficult to repair it!"

Lu Yang also realized the problem and used the formula to drive the ghost servant to restore the soul to normal.

"How did you do it?" Meng Jingzhou had never heard of anyone who dared to leave his body during the foundation building stage.

There is no such spell at all.

Lu Yang was also extremely puzzled: "I practiced according to the technique you wrote about driving ghost servants. I think I completely understand it and there is no problem. I just told you to try it and see what it looks like. This is how it works."

Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang with a strange expression: "Could it be that you use your soul as a ghost servant to drive yourself?"

I have never heard of anyone practicing like this, but judging from the current situation, this is the only explanation.

Lu Yang thought about it and couldn't think of any other possibility.

Lu Yang asked Meng Jingzhou to stay away from him, and tried several times, but the result was the same: the ghost would leave the body.

"What's going on with my magic talent?"

The two of them had no choice but to wait for Man Gu to wake up and ask if it was the same as Lu Yang's situation.

When Man Gu woke up, he saw Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou looking at him expectantly, which made him confused.

"Have you learned the art of controlling ghost servants?"

"With a little knowledge, I should be able to drive eight mortal souls."

"Can you drive yourself and let your ghost leave your body?" Lu Yang looked at Mangu expectantly, hoping that Mangu would say yes, so that he could prove that he was not practicing wrongly.

Mangu was even more puzzled: "How is this possible? This is the art of driving ghost servants. Is it possible to control one's own soul as a ghost servant?"

Meng Jingzhou glanced at Lu Yang and told Lu Yang's learning process, which made Man Gu admire him endlessly.

Brother Lu has a quick mind and is extremely talented in learning spells that no one can match. Brother Meng is talented and knowledgeable.

He learned a lot along the way, just like what the saint said.

What did the saint say?

Oh yes, the sage said: The three of us are all my teachers.

"It's time for us to go find the ghost." Seeing that there was nothing worth searching for in the cave, Meng Jingzhou called his companions to leave.

"You guys go first. I'll take care of some things and follow later." Lu Yang asked Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu to leave first.

Meng Jingzhou and Mangu left the tiger's den without thinking much.

After confirming that the two of them were gone, Lu Yang's smile faded and his expression gradually became calmer.

He walked deeper into the cave and sighed softly when he saw the bones piled up like a hill.

"It is indeed here."

When Lu Yang saw various items, he guessed that with the tiger demon's caution, he would definitely not throw the bones outside after eating the human body. This would expose himself too easily, and the prudent behavior would be to leave the mutilated parts in the cave.

Reality also confirmed his thoughts.

These poor people who came from different places and passed through Songshan for various reasons were deceived and eaten, and their final destination was in this small cave.

Lu Yang said no more. The Qingfeng sword cut through iron as easily as mud, easily cutting off a large piece of rock from the rock wall.

He flattened the rock, recited the mantra of death silently, and set up a tombstone for these poor people. He was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and then turned and left.

"You've been waiting for a long time, let's go." Lu Yang called his two companions to leave this unpleasant place.