The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 139 The Venerable Master Yin God
"What kind of flying sword are you?"

This female voice is cold and sweet.

It just fell on Su Ting's ear, like a thunderclap.

His whole body trembled, and he felt a chill rising from his back, along his spine, to the back of his head, spreading throughout his body.

His body was slightly stiff, but with a thought, the magic knife turned into a black light and flew around his body like a black dragon, protecting his surroundings.

He took a deep breath and looked back slowly.

I saw the red figure, just in front of the door, with a delicate appearance and a cold expression.

Although this phantom in red clothes has no yang energy, it doesn't look eerie, it's just illusory and hazy, looking very cold.

But Su Ting was astonished to the extreme, he clearly sensed that this phantom in red clothes was pierced by his magic knife, which was more powerful than being hit by a strike of thunder, and it disappeared on the spot.

How can it be reproduced?

Su Ting's face was full of surprise.

The red-clothed phantom didn't intend to fight anymore, but said slowly: "After Leifa, you hide the flying sword. Your awareness in the fighting method is rare. I was careless."

After a pause, she continued: "Your skills have not yet been condensed, and the flying sword has not yet achieved great success. It stands to reason that even though the flying sword is miraculous, it can do what I do. Even if you stand still and let your flying sword come to kill you, you will not be able to hurt me."

Su Ting's face was cloudy and uncertain.

He didn't expect that this fierce ghost's Taoism is terrifyingly high, and it is no longer an ordinary ghost. It is neither afraid of thunder talismans nor thunder spells. What's more frightening is that it seems that it is not afraid of the uncultivated Taoist flying sword.

But fortunately, Su Ting also has support at this time.

This ghost was at least wounded by his magic knife.

After all, this is an 800-year-old ancestral treasure of the Su family, and it is rumored that it was given by immortals in the past.

He took a deep breath, took a step back, and looked at the female ghost with the magic knife in front of him, but did not answer.

After coming to this world, since his practice, he has gone smoothly and vigorously, but it is the first time he is so dignified and uneasy.

"Is this a knife?"

The red-clothed phantom looked at the black light, and said in surprise: "You used a knife as a flying sword to practice?"

As she said that, before Su Ting could answer, she said to herself: "The way you cultivate the flying sword is the orthodox Taoism, and what you have learned is the true energy of Leibu, which obviously has a complete Taoist inheritance. But if you don't practice the flying sword, Turning to refining the knife, is there any magic in this knife?"

Su Ting said in a low voice: "What the hell are you? Why did you attack me?"

Xuying in red frowned slightly, did not reply, but murmured: "There is an unspeakable rhyme on this knife, it is this knife that cut off a wisp of my soul just now. What kind of knife are you? Where did you come from?" Come? What material is it?"

Su Ting's face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "What a conceited female ghost, she's so fucking shameless! Grandpa Su is asking you something!"

The phantom in red was not angry, but raised his head, and said lightly: "I didn't intend to attack you. I just found out that you are a practitioner, so I went to check your identity. As for that woman, I am saving you." she……"

Su Ting sneered and said, "You're talking nonsense! Trying to make up for it, or saving someone?"

Speaking of this, Su Ting was furious in his heart, and said: "I'll just pick you up, you female ghost, you don't distinguish between men and women, what's the point of picking a girl?"

The face of the phantom in red changed again and again, becoming colder and colder, and said: "You brat, how dare you entertain me, what kind of person am I, I need to be picked up? Besides, with your little knowledge, you can walk in the world That's all, if you really want to be here with me, it's not worth mentioning... Even your thunder method can't hurt me, and the only thing that can really make me afraid is the magic knife in your hand."

Su Ting held it in his hand, pointed the magic knife forward, and said: "If you are afraid, you will be afraid, that's enough."

Hearing the words, Xuying in red suddenly fell silent and said, "You're right."

Su Ting sneered, but didn't speak.

If it wasn't for jealousy, if it wasn't for fear, based on this female ghost's previous behavior, she might have killed him already, and would she still talk to him?

And Su Ting is the same, if he was not surprised and afraid of this female ghost's "rebirth" ability, he would have killed her long ago.

No peer-to-peer skill is enough to have a peer-to-peer conversation!

Even though the female ghost was so high-spirited, Su Ting only regarded her as a bluff.

The ghost in the red dress looked at Su Ting, not so contemptuously, but said: "I'm not taking medicine from you, but just to identify your identity. As for your sister, I just saw her cold body attack, so I kindly help her." Just a handful."

Su Ting was shocked and said: "Do you know about Han Dingshen?"

The phantom in red said calmly: "There are not many things in the world that I don't know about. I have seen this cold body before... Her cold air burst out, but fortunately you used your treasures to swallow her, which offset each other, and the cold air disappeared. It's no longer effective."

"I saw this, wasting the efficacy of the medicine, and wasting the cold air, so I helped her and absorbed the cold air. Firstly, it will benefit me, and secondly, it will also benefit your sister."

"Without the cold air, the medicine will be effective. If you don't believe me, you can see that her body will have obvious benefits in the morning."

She spoke slowly, her tone was flat, her voice was melodious, without the slightest bit of gloominess, and it didn't make people feel uneasy. Instead, it was like bathing in a stream, very comfortable.

Such a voice made her words convincing, and she couldn't think of doubts at all.

But Mr. Su is not someone who is bewitched by beauty after all.

So he looked at the phantom in red, and said, "What do you mean? Why should I believe you?"

The ghost in the red robe said: "Just because your skills are too low, you still can't beat me."

Su Ting let out a hey, and said: "After a fight, Su was not injured. You were hurt by me, and you still dare to speak wild words? In my eyes, your words are nothing more than a different kind of begging for mercy. "

The red-clothed shadow was not angry, but said: "Your ability is indeed rare, which makes me afraid. Although you are only a second-level person in Taoism, your fighting skills are very powerful, and it is no less inferior to a third-level person. Come to think of it, if you let me If you step into the third heaven, I may not be able to defeat you. But my skills are far from comparable to those of the third heaven, and you are not my opponent. Even if you have this magic knife, you can destroy me, but if I am not careless , you can't hurt me."

Su Ting sneered, "How do you know that you haven't been killed?"

The red-clothed shadow said: "Twelve years ago, I killed a cultivator at the pinnacle of concentration. Before he died, he hurt me, but he hurt me more than you did with this knife. Although you are only a second heaven , but among the cultivators in the third heaven in the world, they are also proud enough, but in front of me, you can't be arrogant."

"..."

Condensation peak?

The pinnacle of the triple heaven?
A character who is almost transcendent, transcends the limits of the human world, condenses into a yin god, and becomes a master?

Even if facing the enemy head-on, the martial arts grand master may not be the opponent.

Such a character, 12 years ago, was destroyed by this red-clothed female ghost?

Su Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you scaring me?"

The red-clothed phantom said: "Cultivators in the third heaven, whose souls have not been condensed, are extremely weak in my eyes. If I sneak into your sea of ​​consciousness, I can easily destroy your soul."

Hearing this, Su Ting lifted his spirits and said, "Come and try?"

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there is a gourd, which is the manifested image of Lu Ya's inheritance. It can be used as a flying knife to kill immortals, and it can invade everything.

Practitioners at the pinnacle of Concentrating Techniques may all have their souls wiped out by her.

But Su Ting is not in such a danger.

"Aren't you afraid that I will destroy your soul?"

The woman in red mused, "What do you rely on?"

Su Ting sneered, "Come and try?"

Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be full of expectations, so he almost took off his clothes and lay on his back on the bed, waiting for someone to come.

The red-clothed woman was silent for a while, and said: "I don't necessarily have to enter your sea of ​​consciousness to kill people, you can also find it, when I first appeared, you searched your origin, you didn't notice me, it was only because I blocked my own breath. And we had a fight just now, there was a lot of commotion, but still no one came outside, it’s just that I sealed off this place. This kind of ability requires a higher level of Taoism than yours, can you have it?”

Su Ting frowned slightly. He naturally had a lot of similar methods, but his Taoism has not yet been consolidated, and there are not many mysterious spells that can be displayed now.

Su Ting groaned in his heart, knowing that what this female ghost said was true, her morals and deeds were indeed terrifyingly high, and her abilities were also terrifyingly great.

"What the hell are you? Are you really so powerful?"

"I'm not a ghost."

The red-clothed phantom frowned and said: "The living beings in the world, when the body dies and the soul remains, they are ghosts, but almost all of them are detained by the underworld, and only a very few, for various reasons, remain in the world and become ghosts. But I am not a ghost. I am the Master, my soul condensed into Yinshen, but my body died, and only Yinshen remained, falling on the scroll."

Master?

Yin god?

This is actually a person who transcends the world and has reached the third heaven?

Su Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, and upon closer inspection, this really shouldn't be something that ghosts should have.

"I see."

Su Ting exhaled, and said: "In the end, it's still a ghost, not an ordinary ghost, but a 'Shangren ghost'."

The red-clothed phantom's expression turned extremely cold, and he said, "Say it again?"

This sound was full of chills.

For a moment, it seemed that the breath in the room was stagnant.

Su Ting touched his face, as if nothing had happened, and said: "It's nothing... Speaking of which, after talking about it, we don't know each other anymore, right? Although I slashed you, you also scared me Jump, it's even."

"You destroyed my Yin God, and let me lose most of my cultivation base. I scared you, but it was evened? You have done a good job." The woman in red sneered.

"Don't praise me, I've always been generous, and I'm well-known as a kind person in my hometown. Anyway, since you didn't hurt my sister, we can talk about anything!" Su Ting waved his hand and said indifferently: " I will spare your life this time."

(End of this chapter)