Nine uncle's refining tool is also invincible

Chapter 378 Incarnation

Hua Chenfan tried to move his body, but found that it was light and floating like an object, changing between virtual and real at will, and the Samadhi real fire ignited automatically when he stretched out his palm, and the flame turned into gold in the next second, and turned into a golden flame of glazed glass in the next second, and turned into Jiuyang in the next moment Divine Fire, Nether Fire, Black Hell Fire.

Countless kinds of flames are continuously transformed, and the process is extremely smooth, almost instantaneous. All the flames he has used can be transformed freely, and the mana consumption is very small.

After a while, Hua Chenfan put away the flames, and flew tens of meters away as soon as he stretched his legs, his movements were more erratic than ghosts, which shows that this flame spirit still has potential to be tapped.

After Hua Chenfan has had enough, he turns his head to look at his real body, a trace of thought connects to the main body through the void, no matter how far away it is, he can return immediately after thinking, and the body will spontaneously absorb the spiritual energy to run the exercises, the body practices at home, the soul Traveling abroad is simply too convenient.

He stretched out a move, and in the sea of ​​consciousness of his real body, the extinguished Samadhi real fire flew out automatically, and fell into the phantom body of Taixuan Fire Spirit.

No matter how many other flames there are and how powerful they are, they are all rootless duckweeds. Without the support of mana, they will go out immediately, but this real fire of Samadhi is different. Burn like a flame.

This Taixuan Yanling has a supernatural power, that is, as long as there is a trace of flame, it will be resurrected. With the help of the plug-in, Hua Chenfan's primordial spirit is equivalent to having an immortal body.

Even if the mana is exhausted, he can still be resurrected with the help of the Immortal Samadhi True Fire. This is simply immortality, and he is no longer afraid of being killed when he goes out.

After everything was ready, Hua Chenfan waved his hand, and the Nine Tribulations Stick rooted in the mountain automatically separated countless roots, wrapping Hua Chenfan's body, forming a tree tumor.

He nodded in satisfaction, he was safe now, he had never encountered anything in this world that could hurt the peach tree struck by lightning for ten thousand years, it was guarded by the Nine Tribulation Staff, his body was very safe.

Coupled with Qiongqi and the Armored Slave guarding the outside, and the Hardware Pifa Robe and the Taiyi Sword Wing Protector inside, no one should be able to hurt his body.

Even if a powerful guy comes, these preparations can last for a while, then he will have a sense, and immediately use the Five Elements Beast and Ghost to move back to rescue. If this is not enough, then no matter how much preparation is, it will be useless.

This time, Hua Chenfan was going to take away the Qingming Orb, Xingwen Orb, Dayan Baojian Shenguang, and Five Elements Beast and Ghost Dun. With his invincible ability, it was enough to deal with the accident.

Before he knew it, Hua Chenfan realized that he was already so powerful. Any magic weapon was enough to run wild in the world of practice. However, when he thought of nuclear weapons, missiles, artillery and other advanced weapons, he couldn't help shivering. I feel a little drifting, but it's better to develop insignificantly.

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An unmanned cemetery in the suburbs of Hong Kong Province, because it has been left unattended for a long time, has become very dilapidated and overgrown with weeds. In some places, the coffins have even been exposed, and the bones are thrown everywhere. It looks like a mass grave. .

In the 80s, the economy developed rapidly here, and the society was full of impetuosity. Everyone only wanted to get rich and abandoned moral conscience for money. How could anyone care about tradition and fear ghosts and gods? Even the activity of worshiping ancestors has changed. There are dilapidated cemeteries like this everywhere, and this is just the most inconspicuous one.

Even in the daytime, the cemetery where the dead live is still gloomy, with nameless and strange winds blowing from time to time, even the nearby villagers will not be idle, so they come here to wander around.

The sun was setting in the afternoon of this day, and the sky seemed to be covered by a thin layer of gray clouds, which added a bit of chill to the sun, and made people feel inexplicably dark.

The cool breeze is still blowing in the cemetery, the branches and leaves of the trees are swaying with the wind, rustling, and the dark crows are flying all over the sky, and their hoarse calls add a bit of loneliness to the place.

Apart from these uncomfortable movements, the cemetery was so quiet that not even a ghost could be seen.

Suddenly, the rusty iron fence of the cemetery creaked, followed by a crisp bell, and a benevolent old man with a white beard rang the bell and walked into the cemetery.

This immortal Taoist, wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, with his hair in a bun, holds floating dust in his hand, and lightly rings the Dharma bell in the other hand. Every few steps he will throw out a handful of paper money. Before the paper money lands, there will be a sudden wind. The paper money was scraped up one after another, as if countless people were snatching it.

He looked left and right, and there were graves scattered all over the grass. He couldn't tell who was who. He couldn't help but shook his head, sighed and said, "You lonely ghosts, how long has it been since you received your money?" Come on, don't fight with such a small amount of paper money, don't bully that wild ghost."

However, his reminder didn't seem to have any effect. Not only did the paper money not land on the ground, but it floated faster. The old man raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and shouted coldly: "Didn't you hear? Quiet!"

As soon as the veteran said the word Jing, a gust of wind swept him around. After the gust passed, the surroundings became silent for an instant, and the paper money finally fell to the ground, as if no one was fighting for it.

It turned out that in the eyes of the old Taoist, this cemetery is very lively, full of ghosts and monsters, and it is more complicated than human society. He didn't want to make a fuss, so he first worshiped the top of the mountain when he came here, and used paper money to open the way for safety.

However, I didn't expect these ghosts to be poor for too long. As soon as they saw the paper grabs, they started to grab them madly, and some even fought. Get in the way, and drive him away without hesitation.

"Stinky cow nose, don't think that you can order me at will with two pieces of paper money. I like to snatch other ghosts, what's the matter?"

As soon as these few words came out, the old Taoist was furious, and the strong mana spewed out, blowing away all the lonely ghosts, it was simply impossible to follow the words.

The ghosts who were watching the scene were so frightened that they quickly crawled into their own graves and trembled, not daring to come out to make trouble and watch the scene again.

Those ghosts who don't have a yin house will be miserable, their heads are either buried in the ground, or inserted into earthen pots, with their buttocks exposed and trembling.

Seeing the embarrassing appearance of these blue-faced wild ghosts, the old man lost most of his anger, and raised his legs to walk halfway up the mountain.

"Hey, old Taoist in front, don't rush into the cemetery, it's very dangerous."

But before the old man took a few steps, an old man in a white shirt suddenly appeared behind him. This old man with gray hair patted him on the shoulder and gave him a kind warning.

"Oh, who are you, what's the danger here? It's just a cemetery, don't you need to be so careful?" The old Taoist echoed calmly, looked up and down, and then said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)