Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 50 Blood Clothed Daoist, Earth Demon Weapon
"What ghosts are you kid thinking, I can tell at a glance."

"It's not impossible to teach you the Corpse Deed of Hell, but what, hee hee~"

The ghoul smiled darkly, then suddenly raised her hand to point at Xue Leng, slowly.

The ghost pen that was originally hidden in the storage bag popped out instantly, floating in midair.

"Senior, what do you mean by this?"

Such an accident immediately shocked Xue Leng into a cold sweat. While retreating slightly, his wrists were tense, and he almost sacrificed the blood sword talisman.

"Treasure Talisman, it seems that the power is not bad, no wonder you can break into the Devil's Skull Hall."

Just for a moment, before Xue Leng could react, the blood sword talisman was pinched by the ghost woman's fingertips.

After lightly shaking it twice, the blood talisman, which was originally pale in color, suddenly became brighter, as if it had received great nourishment.

Afterwards, he threw the blood sword talisman to Xue Leng, and played with the ghost pen with great interest.

"The disciple is rude, and I hope the senior will forgive me."

At this time, Xue Leng didn't know that he had taken advantage of the sky, and after happily taking back the talisman, he quickly bowed and saluted.

The methods of this yellow-toothed old woman are too terrifying. If there is any malicious intention, he may not be able to resist it with all his means.

"This talisman pen is an accidental acquisition of this disciple. It is called Ghost Punisher. It is so mysterious and unusual. It should be regarded as a meeting gift for seniors. I hope you don't want to dislike it."

After bowing his head for a while, seeing that the hag didn't seem to be angry, Xue Leng breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and raised his head respectfully, but his waist was still slightly bent.

"Hmph! What are you thinking, you little brat? How could I lose face and covet a young baby?"

"If you want the Underworld Corpse Pact, you can exchange it with the Hundred Paths of Wraith in this Ghost Pen."

finally--

Under all kinds of begging, Xue Leng exchanged the Chapter of Raising the Soul of Hundred Ghosts and fifty remnants of souls in exchange for the alchemy spell of the Underworld Corpse Deed.

The corpse contract that signed the blood book was swallowed by a fierce ghost with a face like death, and disappeared back to the underworld.

The power of the contract took effect immediately, and he could clearly feel that Bai Gu's heart was full of bloodthirsty and greed at this time.

"It's a pity, this bone has fallen for thousands of years, even if you sign the Underworld Corpse Contract, it can barely reach the strength of a copper corpse."

After the ghost cadaver took a look at the bones, she made a somewhat prosaic and long-winded sentence.

"Bronze Corpse?"

Hearing this, Xue Leng, who had a deep understanding of the corpse path, had joy in his eyes.

The Bronze Corpse is a powerful corpse that can rival the foundation-building monks, and it is difficult for ordinary magic weapons to hurt it, even the best magic weapons!
At this moment, a strange smile appeared on the ghost woman's face, and she said with a deep meaning:
"Boy, are you a descendant of the blood-clothed veteran, or did you get the inheritance he left by accident?"

"Old man in blood clothes?" Xue Leng was stunned when he heard the words, and asked subconsciously.

"Huh, you don't know him? Then where did you get the blood river map in your sea of ​​consciousness?" A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the wight hag.

"what?"

When Xue Leng was flustered when he heard the other party tell his biggest secret, he subconsciously glanced at the panel in the sea of ​​consciousness.

[Blood River Picture: 72 Earthly Evil Weapons ([-])]

【Name: Xue Leng】

[Spiritual Root: Blood Spiritual Root]

[Life span: 29/103 years old]

【Realm: The Peak of Qi Training】

[Cultivation method: Mingshui Jue (Perfect)]

[Skill: Yin Deficiency Finger (Perfect); Hundred Ghosts Nourishing Soul Chapter (2)]

[Talent: Scarlet Pact (Blood Extraction 1)]

"Senior, how do you know..."

Upon seeing this, he froze on the spot, opened and closed his mouth, and after a while, he answered dryly.

"Tsk tsk, young man, when you reach my level of strength in the future, you will understand that some of your so-called secrets cannot be hidden in front of absolute strength."

"This guy in blood clothes is a generation of geniuses, but unfortunately, his whole life has been spent on those crooked ways.

If he can devote all his mind to the path of cultivation, perhaps among us old people, the one with the most hope of ascension is probably him. "

"It's a pity that the evil weapon of reincarnation he created with all his energy is still no match for the obliteration of heaven. Presumably, he has been completely wiped out under the reincarnation of life after life."

Speaking of this, the ghost corpse woman suddenly stretched out a finger, flicked it on Xue Leng's eyebrows, sighed faintly, and then shook her head again.

"Dare to ask you, is that blood-clothed senior really lost his soul?"

Swallowing hard, Xue Leng stared at his red eyes, and asked in a stiff trembling voice.

"Why, are you worried that the old man will take you away? Jiehehe~"

"Hmph! If you want to live forever, you must fly to the legendary fairyland. How can you break the shackles of heaven by relying on evil ways?"

Seeming to have guessed Xue Leng's thoughts, the ghost corpse laughed twice, and explained disdainfully.

"Ahem~ The junior can rest assured."

Nodding his head approvingly, Xue Leng breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was turbulent.

His own background is unclear, how could he believe in the so-called way of heaven?

However, this kind of thing must never be known to the second person, even if the other person is just a remnant soul who has not passed away!

"Your blood spirit root must have also been infected by this evil weapon and mutated the day after tomorrow."

"Forget it, your kid has worked so hard to come here, even though he has nothing to do with the old man, maybe there is another chance in the dark..."

The ghost corpse squinted at Xue Leng, and a complicated look appeared on her withered face, but it disappeared quickly.

As soon as the words fell, ghost lights flickered in the haunted house of bones, as if some weird ritual was going on, making the whole mountain of dead bones look so gloomy in the dark night.

After a few more breaths, the ghost light disappeared, and everything returned to calm, but at this time, only the ghoul ghost and a group of skeletons and rotting corpses remained in the room, and Xue Leng's figure was nowhere to be seen.

This is an ancient temple.

It is an ancient ruined temple in the central area of ​​Demon Sealing Valley.

The night is covered with mist and the sea wind is bitter, only the sparse stars in the sky are shining with faint brilliance.

After the third watch, a more than 20-year-old priest in corpse robe hovered in this desolate, gloomy, and terrifying ancient temple.

"Ah!" He let out a desolate sigh from time to time.

This strangely dressed Taoist is exactly Xue Leng who disappeared from the haunted house of bones.

At this moment, he looked up at the sparse stars in the sky, with countless resentments reflected in his eyes.

"I hope that there will be no more yin and yang double doors in this Demon Heart Palace..."

After brewing for a few breaths, Xue Leng's face suddenly glowed with determination, and he summoned the bones and bronze corpse, and gently moved it to the ancient temple.

Obviously, he has made a secret decision and would rather take risks and try his luck.

After all, that ghost hag is considered half an ancient power, and she couldn't have brought herself here to kill herself.

Xue Leng was thinking while walking, suddenly, a mysterious and strange cry wafted from the ancient temple.

The cry was piercing and piercing, and it floated over in the sharp night wind.

Xue Leng's footsteps slowed down, and a coldness shot out of his eyes, and he quickly scanned the dilapidated ancient temple.

The ancient temple is extremely large, the surrounding black walls may have a radius of hundreds of feet, and the tower-like temple stands high in the night sky.

But because of the age, the mountain gate has already collapsed, and there are overgrown grass, the scenery is so bleak and gloomy that if you are a timid person, you may not dare to take a second look.

Although Xue Leng is bold, but he has experienced too many gods and ghosts in the past few days, so it is inevitable that he will feel a little guilty.

At this moment, I can't help but feel chills in my heart. The more I look at this ancient temple, the more I feel that the surrounding things are like living things.

Especially the bones and copper corpses that were exploring the way ahead always gave Xue Leng a feeling that he would turn against him.

"Squeak! Squeak!" With a shrill cry, Xue Leng's heart was terrified, and he backed away involuntarily.

In the pitch-black hall, there was a sound of fluttering wings, and a few bats flew out. Xue Leng let out a long breath, and calmed down a little from his nervous mood.

He moved lightly again, stepping on the path made of green bricks, but the ancient temple had been abandoned for too long, so the green bricks were covered with moss, and with the falling night fog, it was very smooth.

The green brick path from the mountain gate to the inner hall is about ten feet away. Xue Leng walked this path, and his whole body was already soaked in sweat.

He looked up at the plaque in the inner hall of the ancient temple, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the talisman on his fingertips flickered with blood.

It turned out that there were four bright red characters engraved on the plaque: "Xueqi Corpse Evil", and two skeleton skulls hung from both ends of the plaque.

Seeing that the copper corpse walked in and back out without any hindrance, Xue Leng frowned slightly and followed up the steps.

The hall was cold and dark, with cobwebs everywhere, and the ground was full of dust. Xue Leng stepped into the hall, and saw the god statue hanging upside down, broken, with broken arms and limbs, extremely desolate!
Gusts of wind blowing, the more hairy people feel, looking at those sculptures of gods looks more hideous and terrifying.

"Squeak—ah!" A door on the side of the main hall was blown halfway open by a gust of wind. The long and short door sounds were extremely ear-piercing.

Xue Leng didn't show any panic or uneasiness on the surface. He bravely stepped into the aisle, and there was a slight sound of "Sand! Sand!" under his feet, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

A gust of wind blows——

Xue Leng let out a scream, his feet trembled, and he took seven or eight steps back.

It turned out that at this moment when he walked in front of a large building, on the steps on the left and right sides, there stood a pair of perfect blood-skeleton skeletons, each holding a blood-shot eyeball in his hand.

After seeing the two dead skeletons, he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, but his heart was still beating violently.

After he calmed down for a while, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the door frame. There were four bright red blood characters written on it: "Bone Ghost", and there were still two bone skulls hanging on each end.

Xue Leng murmured:

"Xueqi Corpse Evil, Bone Ghost, Could it be that the one who suppressed this place is a powerful corpse?"

He read and peeped in slightly, but because of the abnormal darkness inside, he couldn't see clearly. He quickly made a decision in his mind, and stepped on the steps with one foot.

With a soft sound, the skeletal skeleton standing stiffly on the left side, with the eyeballs in the palms, came towards Xue Leng with a piercing sound of wind, "Hiss!"

Just as he dodged the piercing eyeballs, he suddenly heard a soft sound of "Bo"——

The skeletal skeleton on the right side also launched an offensive, and the bloodshot eyeballs suddenly swelled, and dozens of blood tendons gushed out.

Xue Leng was so shocked that his face changed drastically, and when he was about to summon the copper corpse to help resist, who would have thought that the dead skeleton lost contact at such a critical moment, and stood motionless on the spot, like a fool.

"This waste thing, the corpse spirit soup is really useless!"

He cursed secretly in his heart, without even thinking about it, he sacrificed the bleeding sword talisman and slashed hard.

Unexpectedly, those horrible blood tendons suddenly pulled back, narrowly avoiding the blood sword's slash.

Xue Leng flung out a large handful of fireball talismans in awe-inspiring manner, and then shortly after, he rolled down the steps and quickly turned over to stand up, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from his forehead .

Strangely, as soon as he fell down the steps, the two blood-skeletal skeletons on the left and right returned to their original shape, and the fireball talisman seemed to be muted, and there was no movement at all.

Xue Leng, who didn't believe in evil, threw a few Explosive Flame Talismans into it, but the result was still silent, as if it was snuffed out by something silently.

After pondering for a moment, Xue Leng landed on the stone steps again, but he was still under extremely violent attacks.

He has tried seven times for a cup of tea, but the result is still in vain, and he is unavoidably irritable.

During these seven attempts, Xue Leng also gradually figured out some rules. It turned out that the two blood skeleton skeletons were just manipulated to attack the invading enemies.

If the feet were not on the steps, naturally the two blood skeleton skeletons would not move and attack themselves.

Thinking of this, Xue Leng directly crushed a light body talisman, leaped forward, like a flying bat, and flew in with a whimper.

When he raised his eyes to see the things in the room, he suddenly shivered, and the joy of breaking the ban was like a basin of cold water pouring on his head, and disappeared without a trace.

It turned out that in the room, white bones and skeletons were scattered all over the floor, sitting, lying, or standing in strange shapes, as well as the black hair and snow-white teeth, in the dark dark room, it was extremely hideous and terrifying!
At this moment, as if he was in a nest of darkness, Xue Leng couldn't help but feel an incomparably gloomy, desolate, and terrifying feeling in his heart.

"Squeak! Squeak!" A piercing strange sound came from behind.

Xue Leng turned his head alertly, and retreated a few steps in panic.

It turned out that there was a coffin a foot away from him, and the lid of the coffin was slowly raised.

A pair of strange, bloody hands stretched out and scratched.

Xue Leng secretly beat a drum in his heart, squinted his eyes, and stared at the coffin without blinking. He felt his feet trembling slightly.

There was a loud bang...

The door that he entered just now was closed airtight, and it was pitch black inside, he couldn't see his fingers, the air was blocked, and Xue Leng could faintly smell the stench of human bones in his nose.

The eyesight of a cultivator is different from that of ordinary people. In such darkness, he can still see the coffin.

"Squeak! Squeak!" There was another ear-piercing sound, and the coffin lid was lifted up again. With a loud "bang!", the coffin lid was completely pushed open and fell to the ground.

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