Longevity starts from listening to music

Chapter 62 God's Art, the Red Ghost

"In the next day, I met His Highness the Seventh Prince."

Entering the Yan Mansion, Tian Taoist noticed Ming Buyan at first glance, bowed and saluted, and sized him up curiously.

After some scrutiny, he found that he couldn't see through the other party at all.

The opponent seemed to be shrouded in fog.

If you don't have enough cultivation, you can't see the depth of the opponent at all.

"With the strength of my grandmaster, I still can't see the cultivation of the seventh prince. As nephew Zhang Xian said, the seventh prince is likely to be a grand master!"

Tianyi thought to himself.

Ming Buyan glanced at the two of them and said, "I heard that you have successfully killed the leader of the Demon Cult, so I am here to congratulate you."

"It's all thanks to the Seventh Prince."

"Just do it casually."

Ming Bu Yan did not intend to hide this matter, he said indifferently.

Although Zhang Gufeng had guessed in his heart for a long time, after Ming Buyan confirmed this, he couldn't help being shocked.

Tiandao continued to ask: "The Seventh Prince killed the leader of the Demon Cult from thousands of miles away, but did he use the rumored magic?"

"Oh, the Taoist master knows the spell?"

Obviously a little surprised.

"I've heard of it, but it's the first time I've seen it. Killing people from thousands of miles away, the technique is really exquisite. I wonder if you can open my eyes again?"

The Tiandao people looked at Ming with some expectation.

"nature."

Ming Buyan nodded and said to the two of them, "You guys go up together."

"Then, I'm offended."

Tianyi Taoist took the lead.

He slapped Xiang Ming without saying a word, the power of Yin Yang and Tai Chi contained in his palm.

"Seven Yin Talismans, Black Wall!"

It does not say that the hand is pinching the formula, and the technique is cast.

I saw a weird spell pattern suddenly appearing in the void, and in the next second, there were streaks of Yin Qi roaring from the direction of the soul fruit tree not far away.

The combination of yin and qi turned into a black wall in front of Ming Buyan.

Tian Daoist's palm fell on it, and it couldn't hurt him at all.

Seeing this, Zhang Gufeng on the side also quickly shot.

The long sword stabbed out, and the shadows of the swords combined with Tiandaoren's palm energy, finally broke through the black wall defense, and attacked Ming Buyan.

But seeing a change in the formula, the technique emerged.

"Seven yin talismans, the gate of hell!"

hum!
The Yin Qi turned into a treacherous and gloomy door, and the Yin Qi in the door turned into a huge vortex, which easily swallowed the two people's True Qi.

Sen Luo's aura filled the air, and the two great masters felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Is this the technique? It's really terrifying!"

The technique is too mysterious, mastering all phenomena in the world, the two masters who saw the power of the technique for the first time couldn't help but be amazed.

"Seven Yin Talismans, Yin Python!"

Without saying a word and then kneading the magic formula, the yin and qi will turn into a black python of several tens of feet.

Facing the flying giant python, the two masters did not dare to be careless and used their strongest moves to resist, but they were still pushed back after the collision.

"So strong."

"Spells are probably above martial arts, controlling the spells is really like a fairy god."

The two were convinced, and looked at Ming Buyan with awe in their eyes.

Without saying a word, he also dissipated his yin energy, and said lightly: "It's not that magic is superior to martial arts. There is no advantage or disadvantage between these two paths. The reason why you were easily defeated by magic is very simple. on top of that."

No matter how mysterious the technique is, it still needs true energy to perform it.

Martial arts, techniques.

Essentially, it's all the same.

It's just that the form of expression is different, and the latter is more complex and changeable.

【Ding】

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task]

[Task Reward: God's Art]

At this time, a mysterious inheritance of martial arts emerged in Ming Buyan's mind.

Divine Art.

This is a much more profound skill than the Ming Yu Jue. It is divided into nine levels, and only the first level requires a master to practice.

When the skills are completed, it is like a god descending from the earth, with unpredictable power!
This is the strongest exercise that Mingbuyan has ever obtained!
His eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face.

At the same time, he also felt a sense of crisis in his heart. The first stage of the Heavenly God Art requires a master to cultivate, which shows that a master is not the highest state.

In this world, there must be someone much stronger than the Grandmaster.

It's just that these people are outside the girders.

I still need to work hard.

Seeing the smile on Ming Buyan's face, Zhang Gufeng and Tiandao were a little puzzled, wondering what good things happened to each other.

The two stayed in Yan's mansion and had a conversation with Ming Buyan.

The two also benefited a lot from it.

For Mingbuyan, my heart began to be full of respect.

After they left, they returned to the palace and reported the truth to Ming Zhengyuan. He was shocked when he learned that Ming Buyan had indeed mastered the spell.

"Thousands of miles away, you can kill the leader of the Demon Cult."

"The widow is in the palace, if he wants to harm the widow, can't he do it at any time?" Ming Zhengyuan broke out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly, I felt as if there was a sharp sword hanging over my head.

Worried, but helpless.

"For the current plan, we can only tie Xiaoqi and Daliang together. He doesn't want to be emperor, so let's try our best to cultivate Mingxuan..."

Ming Zhengyuan thought to himself.

Then he sent someone to deliver a lot of gifts to Yanfu.

Although others didn't know whether he killed the leader of the Demon Cult without saying anything, but since he knew, he still had to express something.

After Ming Buyan received the gift, he didn't say anything, and took it all.

He knew that Ming Zhengyuan was in awe of him now and wanted to win him over, even though the father-son relationship between the two was so weak that it almost disappeared.

But since the other party showed his favor to him, he would not deliberately destroy it.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.

During this time, Ming Buyan has been practicing the Heavenly God Art.

Mingyu's true qi was also transformed into the god's true qi, and its power was several layers higher.

The most important thing is that he saw the cultivation path behind.

Daliang Jian'an 15th year, August.

In the capital, a strange rumor suddenly spread.

It is said that a female ghost in red has recently appeared in the capital. This female ghost will seduce men at night and absorb their yang energy when they are happy with them.

So far in the capital, more than a dozen people have been killed.

But this rumor is outrageous, and not many people believe it.

After all, for so many years, few people have actually seen ghosts, and they only think that this is just a illusory thing.

Compared to this, they are more willing to believe that this is a warrior who is practicing some kind of evil art to absorb the man's yang energy for use.

night.

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

Watchmen beat gongs in the streets.

Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew and made him shiver. He wrapped his clothes and was about to continue working when there was a whimpering sound from a woman not far away. A graceful woman in a red dress was sobbing softly with her head bowed.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly ran into a crying woman in red.

There is no one else around here.

The watchman couldn't help thinking of the strange news that had been circulating in the capital recently.

You won't really meet a ghost, will you? !
The watchman swallowed his saliva, did not dare to go up to ask, and ran in the opposite direction, but after running for several hundred meters, the whimpering behind him not only did not disappear, but became more and more clear, as if the woman was far away from him. It's getting closer.

"It's over, it's over, I won't just explain it here."

The beater wants to cry but has no tears.

But when he passed a mansion, the whimper behind him suddenly turned into a cry of surprise, and then disappeared.

The watchman turned his head and saw that the woman in red had disappeared, and he had unknowingly run to the gate of the Yan Mansion.

For the rest of his life, he didn't dare to stay outside any longer, and ran towards home.

(End of this chapter)