Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 25 Use blood as ink, poison people and ghosts

Seeing that the black-robed monk was lost in memory, Xue Leng didn't interrupt him, but just stood quietly and waited.

Because he knew that this person would definitely tell him the story about this skull talisman pen next.

As if answering Xue Leng's guess, the black-robed monk sighed faintly after being absent-minded for a while.

"The deceased is dead, and his name will not be mentioned here."

"Before he died, he forced me to swear the oath of heaven. In this life, I must find someone who is destined for this talisman pen."

"I actually don't understand why he is obsessed with this, but I still intend to help him fulfill this wish."

Having said that, the black-robed monk paused for a moment, stretched out his fingers and rubbed the acupoint between his eyebrows vigorously.

"He is also a casual cultivator like me. We practice together, travel together, explore together, and pursue the way of longevity together."

"It was such a memorable time!"

"It's a pity that the world is impermanent. After several twists and turns, I was lucky enough to enter the Tianfu Pavilion, but he was favored by Nether Valley, who is also proficient in the way of talismans."

"From then on, everyone is on their own side."

"However, when I devoted myself to cultivating in Tianxing Mountain, this memory gradually faded away.

But fate made another little joke for us, which is also the scene I don't want to think of in my life. "

"During a trip out of the mountains, I ran into him again. I don't know why. At that time, he was being hunted down by a group of monks from the Nether Valley."

"The other party has a large number of people, and there is a monk who has practiced Qi Dashen to lead the formation. Even with my help, it is just an egg hitting a stone."

"Just when I was feeling desperate, he showed his might.

Take out the talisman pen in your hand, use your own flesh and blood as ink, and quickly draw a scarlet blood door in the void.

Immediately afterwards, a group of lifelike ghosts crawled out from the blood gate with roars.

After consuming most of his body, he ate up all the Nether Valley disciples around him. That battle was truly tragic and horrifying. "

When the black-faced monk said this, Xue Leng, who was listening attentively, suddenly changed his face.

Take the body as a sacrifice, and draw a corpse puppet.Using blood as ink, poisoning ghosts.

Is this-

A name was ready to come out in Xue Leng's mind, which made him stand on the spot for a moment.

The black-robed monk didn't seem to notice that the expression on Xue Leng's face changed, and he continued.

"He paid such a high price. He knew that his death was approaching, and after forcing me to swear the oath of heaven, he was swallowed up by this pen."

After finishing speaking, the black-robed monk showed a look of loneliness on his face, but in his red eyes, there was a trace of fear for the rest of his life.

"It seems that brother is also a man of temperament. It is really rare in the world to attach so much importance to the feelings of the old man!"

Xue Lengting's ears were almost callused, and seeing that the other party finally finished speaking, he let out a feigned sigh.

After glancing at him meaningfully, the black-robed monk didn't take it seriously.

"Actually, the purpose of my stall here is for this talisman pen. From the first moment you stare at it, I have been secretly observing you.

Although you pretended well, I still expected that you patronize other businesses in my stall, in fact, it is for this talisman pen, am I right? "

"This……"

After being told the real purpose, Xue Leng smiled embarrassingly, and admitted straightforwardly:

"That's true. My original intention was to buy this talisman pen. That bottle of Tier [-] beast blood is dispensable to me."

Seeing him nodding his head in recognition, the black-robed monk smiled smugly, but showed a gratified expression, and continued:
"This talisman pen seems to have found the right owner, so just pay me a spirit stone.

The stall has been set up here for so long under the wind and sun, why should I change some tea money, haha~"

As he said that, the black-robed monk was already packing up the things on the stall. It seemed that he had made his wish and planned to pack up the stall and leave.

"Since it is the kindness of senior brother, then I will be disrespectful."

After Xue Leng unceremoniously accepted the skull talisman pen, he took out another hundred low-grade spirit stones and handed them over.

"Senior brother has taken advantage of you so much, how dare you take out a spirit stone, please accept this kindness.

Xue Leng, I don't know how to call my senior brother? "

"Hey, my surname is Yan and my name is Heng."

After all, when he turned around and was about to leave, Yan Heng suddenly slapped his head and asked in a low voice:

"Oh, by the way, this talisman pen has a very strange name, do you want to know?"

Hearing this, Xue Leng remembered that when he was looking at this talisman pen just now, there were indeed some strange incantations engraved on the back of that skeleton ghost.

It should be some kind of ancient text, but he didn't know it. Hearing Yan Heng's question, he couldn't help being curious.

"Brother Yan, do you know those ancient characters carved on the back of the skeleton?"

As if expecting Xue Leng to ask this question, Yan Heng touched his chin and said with a faint smile:
"Hey, I didn't know at first, but after looking up some ancient books in Zangshuge, I barely understood the meaning of those words."

Speaking of this, his speech speed suddenly slowed down, and he said two words one by one——

"Ghost Killing"

After chewing on these two words for a while, Xue Leng was about to ask about the origin of the incantation on the talisman pen.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise next to my ear, it was very loud, as if it was not far in front of me.

Looking in the direction of the sound source, I saw a lot of spectators gathered around a scruffy white-haired old man.

Shrugging his eyelids, Xue Leng had no intention of going to watch, when he just wanted to leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of Han Ming among the smaller group of people in the quarrel.

Sighing lightly, Xue Leng couldn't help frowning, and cursed secretly in his heart.

"Han Ming is really a troublemaker. He just separated from him for a while, and then he has sex with someone!"

Shaking his head helplessly, he said goodbye to Yan Heng immediately.

"Brother Yan, my junior brother seems to be in some trouble, I have to go and have a look."

"I don't have anything to do at all, so I'll go with you."

What Xue Leng didn't expect was that Yan Heng seemed to be a person who likes to join in the fun.

After glancing at the noisy place, he looked very interested.

"Oh?"

"In that case, I would like to thank Senior Brother Yan first."

After that, the two squeezed in along the crowd.

Of the two groups of people who were confronting each other at this time, there were fewer people on the left, only one man and one woman.

The man is naturally the heartless Han Ming.

The girl's barefoot blue dress, you can tell from this dress that this girl is the junior sister-in-law who makes Han Ming lose his mind every day.

　Gentlemen readers, kneel down and beg to read on (The old devil let out a strange cry, "Puchi", pulled out his fingers stuck in his chest, gritted his teeth and wrote nine big bloody characters.)
　　
　
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