Dayan first waste material

Chapter 300 Shen Lezhi's Strength
The voice lingered in the ears like a ghost, even a middle-aged man who was a demon clan couldn't help but tremble.

He took a step back subconsciously, looked around to see what happened, but he found nothing.

On the contrary, the woman standing in front of him smiled even more strangely.

The corners of Shen Lezhi's mouth raised, and his smile made people shudder: "I, like you, like dead people the most. When you die, I will train you into my ghost soldier and slaughter the monster clan for my Dayan!"

Wu Mou was shocked when he heard this.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered with fear and anxiety: "You...are you a ghost cultivator?"

Ghost cultivation has been lost for thousands of years, or even longer. It is rumored that ghost cultivation was rampant thousands of years ago. Whether it is the monster race, the Gu race, or the human race, they are all obsessed with ghost cultivation, so countless people disappear every year. What will happen to those missing people? One can imagine.

Ghost cultivation is called sorcery, and it is forbidden to practice it, so it is gradually lost.

Shen Lezhi turned out to be a ghost cultivator?Where did she get her cultivation skills, and what state is she in now?

Wu Mou looked at Shen Lezhi in disbelief. He had been in Shen's residence for so long, but he never found out.

This second girl is with such an ugly ghost every day, does she have nightmares every day?
Wu Mou thought this before closing his eyes.

Shen Lezhi muttered something, the middle-aged man sensed the danger, and immediately attacked her, his fist was fast and fierce, if he really hit him, Shen Lezhi would be disfigured on the spot.

Wu Mou was lying on the ground unable to move, his feeling was the most intuitive, because he was lying on his back, only felt that the black mist was constantly approaching them, and would attack them unscrupulously at any time.

Wu Mou's eyes widened at first, but gradually he didn't dare to look at them.

The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Shen Lezhi didn't give him a chance. She took out a talisman from her bosom, which was completely different from the talisman of talisman repair, with complex pictures and texts carved on it, and it was all made of blood .

A most low-level ghost cultivator, as long as time permits, he can refine countless ghosts. If the ghosts refined by the other party can reach thousands of troops, then let alone Xuan level, even Wu Zong has to kneel down.

There seemed to be some kind of ferocious beast in that red light, and it instantly bit the middle-aged man's fist with blood dripping down, exposing thick white bones.

The middle-aged men knew that they were not Shen Lezhi's opponents just by looking at the blackness above their heads.

Even if the candles are bright in Zhuangzi, it makes people feel so depressed that they can't breathe.

That is to say, a Xuan-level martial artist has absolute strength to win against other low-level monks, but it is not necessarily the case when facing ghost cultivators.

Before they came, they knew that apart from Shen Sitang, the Shen family only had Shen Mingyi as a martial artist, and only at the Xuan level. Family is a breeze.

Middle-aged men don't understand ghost cultivation, and probably no one can understand this practice that has been handed down for thousands of years, so he can't be sure of her strength.

The middle-aged man screamed miserably. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't move.

I heard that ghost cultivators can refine ghosts, and can refine ordinary ghosts into ghost soldiers, ghost generals and other different levels of soul bodies. Even if the refined ghosts are not strong, ghost cultivators can still win by numbers.

The middle-aged man was the first to die. Without even a chance to resist, he was torn to pieces by countless ghosts, and now there is only an empty skeleton left.

Shen Lezhi's small mouth opened and closed, the red light grew bigger and bigger until it completely enveloped Shen Lezhi, Shen Lezhi slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her pupils turned red, and the spell between her fingers also Burned by red flames.

He can only judge by Shen Lezhi's attitude towards him and her level of confidence.

The moment the talisman disappeared, a mass of darkness entrenched in the sky surged down, rushing towards them.

But that fist couldn't get close to Shen Lezhi, within three inches of the talisman, the middle-aged man's hand was shrouded in a strange red light.

Shen Lezhi looked at the middle-aged man indifferently: "Yes, I have been waiting for you here for a long time, and my ghost soldiers have also been waiting for you for a long time."

This is his weak second daughter who can't take care of herself?Doesn't she only know how to read, write, play chess, play calligraphy and paint?
When did she become so strong?
Shen Mingyi doesn't care whether his daughter is a ghost cultivator or what kind of cultivator, as long as her daughter is strong and has enough strength to protect herself, if she can protect her family, that would be great, and it's too late for him to be happy!
Of course, Shen Mingyi is also worried. After all, ghost cultivation is not a serious cultivation method, and he has to deal with ghosts every day. Shen Mingyi is worried whether his daughter's identity will be affected.

The already cold night became even colder. This kind of cold was not like an ordinary temperature, but a strange kind of coldness.

The sky and the earth changed color in an instant, and when they raised their heads to look at the sky, the sky above their heads had already turned black. That blackness was not the darkness of night, but darkness, complete blackness.

Wu Mou closed his eyes reassuringly, but Shen Mingyi was worried, he was so shocked by this scene that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Shen Lezhi held the spell with two fingers, the spell seemed to come alive, the thin paper could stand upright, and it glowed strangely red.

This is Ghost Cultivator, a ghost cultivator that has been lost for thousands of years, where did the second girl from the Shen family get her skills, and who taught her to practice?

The red flame didn't hurt Shen Le at all, her fingers were still white and slender, but the nails seemed to be longer and sharper than before.

The ghosts are really scary. Some have only skeletons left, and some have rotten flesh. In short, one is more terrifying than the other.

Fierce screams sounded one after another in the courtyard, Wu Mou knew that Yaozu was not Shen Lezhi's opponent, otherwise Shen Lezhi would not be so calm.

After she finished speaking, they could only hear the shrill and sharp screams in the mountain forest one after another, those voices were chaotic, and they only felt that they were getting closer... getting closer.

It never occurred to her that the Shen family also had a powerful ghost cultivator.

Looking at it now, she didn't take them seriously at all.

Shen Lezhi sneered, and said lightly: "Where is the count, why don't you join them and count slowly?"

He panicked: "You...how many ghosts have you refined!"

There are countless wronged souls in the black mist, and the bodies of souls that are invisible in ordinary times have appeared one after another at this moment.

Seeing this, the other three retreated immediately, and had no intention of taking the Shen family away.

But how could Shen Lezhi let them go?

"Want to run?" The corners of Shen Lezhi's mouth twitched: "I said, I will turn you into ghost soldiers and attack the demon clan for my Dayan!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a dense mass of darkness swept towards them, enveloping the three of them in an instant. The three who had been injured long ago had no way to resist and could only wait for death.

(End of this chapter)