Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 379 Ghost Weapon Soul
Chi.
Li Changsheng's arm touched the portrait, as if he were reaching out to touch black ice. A soul-crushing chill emerged. Wherever his fingertips touched, a streak of blue ice crystals condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye and spread upward.

Where the cold erodes, the Qi and blood veins dry up and become exhausted.

Li Changsheng didn't look at it, but stared at the portrait.

[Ghost weapon: It is made of tanned skin, contains the energy of life and death, and is refined after being nurtured by longevity ghosts for hundreds of years. 】

[Note: There is part of the soul of Shougui in it. 】

The moment the panel appeared, the blue ice had spread to the monk's elbow.

"It's just a ghost weapon."

Li Changsheng frowned for a moment, raised his left arm slightly, condensed his spiritual power into a sharp blade, and cut off half of his arm. He glanced at the white fur and yellow skin in the portrait, and slowly retreated.

"Don't you want to enjoy immortality?"

The grand idea sounded in Li Changsheng's mind, but it was not like the intermittent sound before, but like an old ghost's dry sound, like nails scratching on dead wood.

"What is the bronze door on the hill in the fantasy space behind the path?"

At this time.

On the altar.

The old man's skin and flesh rolled, and the skin, flesh and bones seemed to be no longer adhering to each other, and slowly flowed down to both sides like the cut pork. As if due to too much pain, the old man's pupils widened, and his tightly closed white teeth suddenly opened.

Li Changsheng saw it clearly.

A muffled groan came from his own shadow, and the two groups of dim light below suddenly trembled for a few times, becoming slightly fainter for a few minutes.

Li Changsheng saw a sarcastic smile on the face of the white-haired and yellow-skinned man, and then saw it suddenly turn its head, feeling horrified in his heart, and its bloody mouth opened slightly.

His voice reached his ears intermittently, forming a simple and plain speech.

Everyone kowtowed repeatedly, and the enthusiasm in their eyes made Li Changsheng unable to help but feel a little palpitated.

Boom. Boom.
Several huge roars echoed through Deadwood City, and then the waves belonging to the death of the Pulse Condensing Monk spread out.

A ball of air the size of a thumb, with a hint of white air mixed in with the darkness, spit out from the old man's mouth and fell straight into the bloody mouth of the man with white hair and yellow skin.

The chest of the old man lying on the altar did not rise and fall, and his throat moved up and down, as if there was something that he could neither spit out nor swallow.

"A ghost weapon, part of the soul of Shougui"

Hehe. A sound like the pulling of a broken wooden bellows leaking air came out.

click
The divine mark in Li Changsheng's mind shattered and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, the spiritual eyes of several cultivators standing in the square dispersed, and a dazzling spiritual light appeared on their bodies.

What he wants is not this, but a medium that can integrate the spiritual planter's veins.

"Let's live forever together!"

"We will go to eternal life together, and I will take the first step."

The portrait in his eyes seemed to come alive and embedded in the world.

The sharp fingertips gently scratched the old man's forehead to his throat, and then pressed down gently.

next moment.

In a daze of consciousness.

Its eyes narrowed slightly, its face seemed happy, and it flicked its fingers.

Located on the top of a mountain not far from Deadwood City.

"What is the eighth floor of Yingmen? Is it part of the soul of another ghost general?"

The hundreds of little people under the altar also turned into young and old men in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and thin muscles.

Li Changsheng recalled the memory of the third cultivator's god-seizing mark.

A dry sound sounded like nails scraping against dead wood.

A thin stream of light entered the old man's body.

The white-haired weasel, wearing Yunhe's shroud, with pupils like dotted paint, had its hair moving in the wind, and the corners of its mouth were slightly raised, and its face became more and more monstrous.

Li Changsheng opened his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"The old man has achieved immortality, and the remaining useless skin will be given to all of his fellow clansmen."

A dry sound like fingernails scraping against dead wood rang in his ears.
"You can live forever"

The crowd cheered and left the ancestral hall carrying the body with separated flesh and bones on the altar.

Wait for the light and shadow to dissipate.

Two dim lights as big as lanterns illuminated the square inch of space, and a figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged on a blue stone.

click
As the voice sounded, the energy that interfered with the soul surged again. The God-seizing mark in Li Changsheng's mind made a slight crisp sound. In the center, a shocking crack appeared, and the flowing fluorescence suddenly weakened.

An illusory light and shadow that looked exactly like the old man floated up from his body. He bowed to the white-haired and yellow-skinned man above him, then turned to look at the people below.

"Worship the Great Immortal Bai and gain longevity and longevity."

Li Changsheng's heart was flooded with distracting thoughts, and chaos came to life.

All the monks who sensed this fluctuation seemed to be relieved as their expressions changed, but no one dared to go to the Stone Tablet Square to check.

Under his control, the third cultivator walked to the top of the hill and saw a bronze door three feet long and wide embedded in the ground. When he got a little closer, he died due to violence for some reason, and the god-stealing mark was also wiped out.

"The cultivation level of a few people is too low, and they cannot even carry my 10% divine will."

Li Changsheng recalled the white-haired and yellow-skinned monk sent to Shilou, frowned slightly, glanced behind him, and said indifferently: "If I go to inquire again, you will not be able to deal with the monk this time, or you can barely deal with it."

Roar.
The carrion tiger monster looked like a human being. The tiger's head shook up and down, and with a whine, black wind came out of its four claws. It jumped down and ran into the forest. After a few leaps, it disappeared.

"It's just a fragment after all"

Li Changsheng withdrew his gaze, sighed softly, closed his eyes and concentrated, recovering the lost soul power.

I wonder if his actions scared the cultivators in Deadwood City.

Half a month passed.

Not only did the Carrion Tiger Demon fail to find any monks who met his requirements, but the remaining ones were actually impoverished Qi practitioners.

The top of the mountains.

Li Changsheng stood on the bluestone, looking down at the city made of dead wood in the distance, and murmured: "It would be too much of a waste of time to wait any longer."

With thoughts flickering in his mind, he turned to look at the carrion tiger monster lying under the bluestone.

A smile appeared on Li Changsheng's face, he stepped off the bluestone, patted the corpse tiger demon's skinny head, and said with a kind smile: "I still need to trouble you this time. If you don't die this time, I will let you live."

After saying that, he ignored its reaction, turned his palm over, and wisps of black and red light flowed out like water, condensing into a dark sword with deep scarlet lines all over it.

Li Changsheng stroked the sword lightly, retracted his own essence and blood spirit in the sword, held the hilt of the sword, aimed at the spine of the corpse tiger demon below and stabbed it.

Chi.
Roar.
The bursts of corrosive pain that came from the back made the corpse tiger demon become ferocious again and again. It looked at Li Changsheng and roared in a low voice. Black wind emerged from its limbs, and the cold aura around it surged.

But the next moment.

Bang. The corpse tiger demon's body flew out and hit the forest below hard. Li Changsheng's indifferent voice sounded in his mind, "I'll kill you if you show your teeth again."

"Go ahead, or you will die if you fail."

Woo.
As an old demon, the carrion tiger demon quickly recognized the gap between it and this strong man, whined, and jumped into the darkness.

Li Changsheng watched its figure leave, and the darkness around him surged like a tide, drowning his figure.

Deadwood City.

The wandering cultivators who had not gone out to hunt demons and ghosts for half a month gathered in groups at the city gate, talking in low voices and looking outside the city from time to time.

One of them suddenly said: "Is there really a big ghost who wants to occupy Deadwood City?"

Everyone else looked at him.

Facing everyone's gaze, the monk's expression changed and he said hurriedly: "What I mean is that half a month has passed. If the big ghost wanted to occupy Deadwood City, he would have come in long ago."

"I can't say it's just a temptation to see the city."

The monk was mid-sentence and suddenly fell silent.

Hearing what he said, the others couldn't help but feel moved.

Yes, if it was really a big ghost, how could those people in the shops in Deadwood City remain indifferent?

What's more, Deadwood City itself is not easy to mess with. Otherwise, how could it possibly gain a foothold in the increasingly chaotic Luan Ming Mountain?

As the thoughts flashed, others couldn't help but have their thoughts moved.

The evil place and the spiritual place belong to the same category, but the difference is that the evil place attracts residual souls and easily breeds ghosts. If it cannot be cleaned up in time and special circumstances occur, it will become a dangerous place.

And just then. Roar.
There was a painful roar in everyone's ears, and when they looked around, they saw a huge tiger beast chasing a black-robed figure out of the mountain forest.

ah.
Under the gaze of the cultivators, the figure was bitten off from the chest by the tiger beast, and the screams echoed.

Originally, this was nothing. It was normal for them to kill demons and ghosts to practice.

But as a loud shout rang in the ears of the cultivators, their expressions suddenly changed.

"Die with me. Use the red-blooded spiritual sword for me."

A dazzling red light erupted from the carrion tiger demon's back, and a shrill roar rang out. Only then did the cultivators see a sword stuck in its back.

But as soon as the red light burst out, the monk was swallowed by the tiger beast, and the spiritual light dissipated.

Looking from a distance, the tiger beast's back was exposed due to the explosion of the sword, and the gloomy spine was exposed, and it ran tremblingly into the forest.

In front of the city gate.

"Spiritual weapon?"

I don’t know who said that.

The three figures erupted with cultivation aura belonging to the late stage of Pulse Condensation Realm, turned into escaping light and headed straight for the mountain forest where the corpse tiger demon disappeared into.

Following closely behind, dozens of figures harnessed the escaping light and chased after him.

The remaining cultivators looked at each other in confusion and walked out of the city gate in small groups.

Wait until there is no one left.

The gatekeeper opened his eyes with a sinister smile on his face, raised his hand to touch the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and murmured: "It seems that I need to save some ghost crystals in the future, otherwise my life will be short if this happens again."

Through the casual cultivators in the city, it naturally knew that a big ghost had entered the city.

But it doesn't care at all. Only when they exist like this can they understand what is in Deadwood City.

With the gatekeeper’s earnest expectations.

Just a moment.

A ray of light came out of the mountain forest and fell directly on the city gate.

The gatekeeper took the ghost crystal that he threw. He was confused for a moment, shook his head, picked up the ghost crystal and looked at it for a few seconds, suppressed the desire to swallow it, and put it in his sleeve.

Stone Square.

A middle-aged monk with a gloomy face came to the Yingmen Stone Tower and stepped inside.

The middle-aged monk paused for a moment, then strode towards the stone steps leading to the second floor.

The pressure inside the stone building seemed to have no effect on it.

One layer. Two layers and three layers.
Until the middle-aged monk came to the seventh stone step, his whole body was submerged in billowing black smoke, with smoke that looked like twisted human faces meandering through it, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves echoed in the pavilion.

The middle-aged monk shouldered the heavy burden and stepped onto the stone steps step by step. He waved open the door to the eighth floor and walked in.

The pressure suddenly dissipated.

Li Changsheng restrained his magic and looked around.

Like being sent to a stone tower, the space on the eighth floor of Yingmen is only about ten feet wide. The difference is that there is only one altar table in the pavilion.

On it is placed a dark blue seal that looks like it is composed of thousands of bone claws.

Li Changsheng did not hesitate, walked to the altar table, raised his hand and pressed it.

boom.
The huge pressure suddenly fell, and there was a small burst of sound from the middle-aged monk's body. Blood sprayed out from the pores all over his body, and the room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

At this moment, a panel appeared in Li Changsheng's eyes.

[Ghost weapon: Born from the aggregation of the Yin bones of a drowned corpse, it contains heavy Yin water, and has been nurtured by a drowned ghost for hundreds of years. 】

[Note: There is part of the soul of the drowned ghost in it. 】

Bang.
The moment the panel appeared, dark water-like ripples erupted from the ghost weapon. When it swept over the middle-aged monk, his body exploded into blood mist inch by inch, pouring into the seal that seemed to be composed of thousands of bones and melons.

Outside Deadwood City, on top of a mountain.

"Ghost weapon, drown ghost."

"Only the bronze door remains."

Li Changsheng frowned for a moment, then turned around. Dozens of figures in black robes stood quietly, coming to one of them, an old man with an old and gloomy face, and stretched out his hand to touch his eyebrows.

Divine thoughts were poured into his mind to seize the divine mark, until the mark could no longer bear it.

So average.

A dozen people passed by one after another. With Li Changsheng's majestic spiritual will, a trace of fatigue appeared on his face, and he raised his hand and waved.

"Go ahead."

Without any hesitation, dozens of people turned into light and left.

Li Changsheng glanced at the carrion tiger demon that had not left, came to Qingshi, sat cross-legged, and concentrated on the dozen monks.

The rotten tiger monster lying on the ground moved its ears, raised its head and looked to the side. A handsome blood wolf stepped out, glanced at it lightly with scarlet pupils, and came to squat down below Li Changsheng without moving.

Dead wood gate.

The gatekeeper looked at the dozen or so rays of light returning in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh" and narrowed his eyes slightly.

However, no one paid any attention to it this time and went straight into the city gate.

The gatekeeper's face was solemn, "Ghost general level ghost?" Its figure disappeared immediately.

A wine shop in the city.

The gatekeeper emerged from the ground. He didn't care about the horrified looks of the customers in the store. He looked at the chubby shopkeeper at the counter and said, "Shopkeeper Guo, a distinguished guest has come to the city."

After saying that, the figure disappeared again.

It can be seen in white buildings, restaurants, and inns.

As the gatekeepers came in and out, the monks walked out quickly and left without looking back.

After a while.

The gatekeeper appeared at the edge of the Stone Tablet Square, looking at the four closed shops on the street, with a look of sadness on his face.

It doesn't take a while.

The shopkeeper Guo of the wine shop came to the square with his belly big enough to hold a water tank.

Then an old man who seemed to be dying came forward, supported by a young man in wedding clothes. Beside the two of them, a little boy no more than one meter tall was running around them happily holding his head.

The door of the White Pavilion opened wide, and a woman with a figure as bright as a willow branch and a face as beautiful as a human being walked out holding a red umbrella and supporting a middle-aged man with a dark face and a dull gaze.

Several people came to the square without saying a word, as if they were in their own world.

It only takes a while.

Heavy footsteps were heard on the street, and everyone looked up.

A young man with a sallow complexion and thin muscles, who looked no more than five feet tall, was walking with a mountain of white meat on his back. He held a huge stick in his left hand and a three-foot-long butcher's knife in his right hand.

Unlike others, the young man came to the square and nodded to a few people shyly.

Faced with the young man's courtesy, the gatekeeper's expression changed drastically and he hurriedly took a few steps back.

The owner of the wine shop, Mr. Guo, the old man Wang who raised a eldest daughter and picked up a eldest son for free, hugged his wife closely, and Xiao Shusheng's originally numb pupils showed a little light.

His eyes wandered between the shy boy and the mountain of white flesh.

Old Man Wang tremblingly took out a cigarette stick from his waist. When the young man in red next to him packed the tobacco, he twisted it with his fingers and the sparks lit up. He took a strong puff and spit it out slowly.

A complex look flashed across the face shrouded in smoke, and a hoarse voice came from it, "What a good boy."

The gatekeeper's brows suddenly wrinkled. He was about to speak, but suddenly looked back.

I saw two stone buildings glowing with turbulent spiritual light.

In the sky above the Yingmen Stone Tower, the spiritual light manifested into a huge dark blue skeleton shadow a hundred feet high.

Sent to the sky above the stone tower, the spiritual light manifested into a huge white-haired weasel wearing a cloud-crane shroud with green pupils.

They all looked down at the flat area behind the stone building.

The gatekeeper said in horror: "The elder's ghost spirit has revived, that thing is coming out!"

The owner of the wine shop Guo, Old Man Wang and others ignored him and looked at the two huge ghosts condensed on the top of the stone building. Their expressions of awe revealed a hint of sinister murderous intent that could not be concealed.

(End of this chapter)