Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 438: Exclusive obsession to keep the shape!

"It is better to get rid of the habit of collecting as soon as possible."

The jade bead was filled with a mountain of messy objects, leaving Qi Xiu helpless.

Maybe it was the hard days in the first few years.

Ask him to pack it up and take it away whenever he encounters something later.

After so many years of accumulation, he couldn't even remember where many things were, and he didn't even have the slightest impression in his memory.

After searching for a long time, there was no trace. Seeing that he was nowhere in sight, Qi Xiu had no choice but to press the Tao Jue. Thousands of spiritual lights surged out from between his eyebrows, pouring into the golden jade beads in his hand like a small meteor shower. .

Three thousand residual souls were drawn from the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows.

These remnant souls regard him as a god, and he has certain wisdom and spirituality. He is the best coolie to do such tedious work.

After explaining what they were looking for, these remnant souls immediately showed ecstasy.

In just a short while, a Tibetan jade was raised high above his head by a remnant soul who was so excited that his whole body was trembling, and he held it with both hands and handed it to Qi Xiu.

"If I can transform all the remnant souls in front of the Yama Palace into obsessions, wouldn't it mean that I have a power that is exclusive to me, immortal, and even the True Master Yuan Shen frowns?"

After the turbulent excitement in his heart, Qi Xiu took a deep breath to calm down.

In this way, he is equivalent to having an army that completely obeys his orders and looks down upon him.

Hearing Qi Xiu's praise, the remnant soul trembled even more. At the same time, the body that was originally dilapidated, indistinct, and constantly emitting black smoke began to gradually become solid, and became a little fainter. Posture during life.

Thinking carefully about everything that happened before the remnant soul turned into an obsession, Qi Xiu's eyes gradually became serious.

The state of this remnant soul...

I felt extremely honored that I could be used by the Lord. After meticulously writing down the characteristics of what I was looking for, I immediately turned around and plunged into the hill-like debris and began to search carefully.

Thinking of this, Qi Xiu, who had always been calm and seeking to protect his family, unconsciously had a hot thought in his heart.

One hour……

Ten hours...

Now, it’s really going to happen!

Even the True Master of Yuanshen may not be able to completely deal with it. The best result may be to seal it.

"I will never give up even if I can serve my lord..."

He scratched his eyebrows, and just when Qi Xiu was about to look away, the silent embers in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Taking the Tibetan jadeite, Qi Xiu smiled and praised it.

The ashes were still the same pile of ashes, without any change in appearance.

"Well done."

This is a type of existence that is almost impossible to crack.

He still had the same piety and fanaticism that made people feel numb, and even his breath had not changed at all.

With these remnant souls as helpers, Qi Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and waited quietly.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Qi Xiu waited quietly as he stared at the remnant soul that had turned into ashes.

One minute……

For God's sake.

Looking at the hugely changed remnant soul in front of him, Qi Xiu flicked his fingertips, and a burst of innate lightning suddenly shot out, blasting the remnant soul in front of him into a pool of ashes in an instant.

"Um?!"

The degree of difficulty in obsessing over the form is enough to surpass the best in the world.

"This remnant soul is no different from other remnant souls. It can't be an accident that it can become an obsession. Some factors must have triggered this transformation."

ten minutes……

That is complete fanaticism and devotion to oneself.

As the shadow of the past reflected in the present.

Why is it so similar to those obsessions?

His eyes suddenly shrank, and Qi Xiu's expression showed a hint of surprise.

Judging from the remnant soul in front of them, once it is transformed into an obsession, the core of their obsession will still inherit its original state.

no way.

"Is it because of my compliment?"

Then the remnant soul that was shattered by his lightning reappeared in front of him.

The remnant soul reappeared completely changed Qi Xiu's eyes.

The efficiency of Three Thousand Remnant Souls is really very high.

After thinking about it, Qi Xiu shook his head.

Am I overthinking it?

It can't be such a simple reason, otherwise the hell realm must have been marked in the "Yam Luo Golden Chapter".

And if "The Golden Chapter of Yama" could create obsessions so easily.

Even if it has already become the most amazing scripture in the world.

The hell realm will not be destroyed by Shenxiao Sect.

Leaning on the rock, Qi Xiu felt a cold and rough touch on his back. Qi Xiu's eyes suddenly moved, looking at the rough surroundings, like the thick fog of the sea.

Is it because... of the fog here?

In other words, the special environment of Nanming Wilderness?

The more Qi Xiu thought about it, the more likely it seemed that it was possible. Obsession to retain one's form was an extremely rare existence. In clear historical records, it appeared less than five times and disappeared in the end, all because the obsession became enlightened and dissipated on its own.

In this vast wilderness of the Southern Ming Dynasty, obsession with keeping one's shape has blossomed everywhere, becoming something that can be seen everywhere.

If it weren't for the specificity of this continent, it wouldn't make sense at all.

In order to prove his suspicion, Qi Xiu waved his hand and summoned another remnant soul.

This time, he didn't say anything to the remnant soul, but used the Qi Watching Technique, and looked at him quietly with his turbulent purple eyes.

Prone in front of Qi Xiu, the remaining soul touched its head to the ground, not even daring to raise its head to look at the only pious faith in its heart.

However, in Qi Xiu's field of vision, within the countless turbid mist, there were clearly traces of inexplicable strange power pouring into the body of this remnant soul.

In an unobservable state, this remnant soul gradually turned into an obsession.

Sure enough, it is the problem of these turbid fogs!

Confirming that the remnant soul had turned into an obsession, Qi Xiu clenched his fists subconsciously.

He resisted the thought of summoning all the remaining souls and turning them into obsessive beings.

Qi Xiu took a deep breath.

Although the turbid mist can transform the remnant soul into an obsession, he is currently unable to determine whether there will be any other implications.

If so, wouldn't it be that he created a lot of big troubles that he couldn't solve?

It was decided after planning, and based on the habit he had developed over the years, Qi Xiu did not act rashly, but instead collected the two remaining souls that had been transformed into obsessions.

He wanted to carefully observe whether there were any other abnormalities in the two obsessive shapes.

If there really isn't any trouble.

Then he will gain the greatest wealth in the Great Wilderness of Nanming!
An immortal and obsessive army!

For the time being, Qi Xiu settled his obsession with leaving a trace behind and looked at the Hidden Dharma Jade in his hand.

【Phantom Rain】

The simple and unpretentious name made Qi Xiu think of the scene when he used this hidden jade when he saw this scrolling arrow technique.

This volume [Phantom Rain] was written by a demonic monk.

This person's cultivation level is not high, but he has only entered the realm of Taoism. He is good at using a big bow of white bones, using human spine as the bow, human sinews as the strings, and human bones as arrows.

The bone arrows he used were attached with his own true source and the poison he refined.

If the monks who were injured by the arrows were not rescued by the blood-stained monks, most of them would be killed by the true source and poison attached to the arrows.

Relying on his Taoist cultivation and the ability to hide his body, this beast shot and killed nearly two hundred righteous monks after entering the Dian River.

Almost all of them escaped intact.

Compared to some ancient blood demons, old demons are even worse.

However, although this person is vicious, decisive, and experienced in archery, his luck is average.

It was known that Wei Wuji was seriously injured and Nangong Qingqiu was missing, and he was full of anger and faced him head-on.

The ability to hold one's breath and hide in front of the Qi Watching Technique is no different from standing naked without clothes.

After being crushed to death by him in the blink of an eye.

He looked disgusted and destroyed the big bone bow.

But this volume of [Phantom Rain] remained and was lost in his mountain-like collection.

“The quality of [Phantom Rain] is not bad, otherwise I wouldn’t have it in my pocket.

Only part of the content is broken.

The demonic cultivator who was good at using the big bone bow was also considered a prodigy in archery. He relied on his own experience and understanding to barely complete it. "

Taking the contents of this volume of [Phantom Rain] into his heart, Qi Xiu nodded slowly.

Although he does not know the art of archery and shooting.

But as a powerful Taoist body, even if you have never come into contact with Taoism, you can still get some taste of it by carefully observing and comprehending it.

The essence of the method recorded in [Phantom Rain] is just like its name, very straightforward. It is a magic word, a rain word.

Illusion is shot out with an arrow, false and true, intertwined and reciprocated, making it difficult to identify and unable to dodge.

The rain gathers momentum and bursts out in succession, then disperses like a storm.

"The power of annihilation of heaven and earth is huge, and it does not require the blessing of too many fancy techniques. This [Phantom Rain] is simple and effective, and it just works.

There is only one problem left to solve now. "

Slowly raising his head, Qi Xiu scanned the thick fog in front of him.

These turbid fogs can hinder spiritual thoughts and obscure vision.

If you can't see the target, no matter how good your archery skills are, it's useless.

“The turbid fog is a unique phenomenon of the Southern Ming Wilderness, and even the True Master Yuan Shen cannot dispel it.

Since this turbid fog cannot be dispelled, we can only find another way. "

Gently tapping the Tibetan jadeite in his hand, Qi Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and a plan gradually emerged in his mind.

……

"Sir, all the hands have been dispersed. With the help of Pidi Shuo, they should have reached the human side."

On a brightly blooming plum tree on a vast wasteland, a woman holding a sword with an indifferent expression sat cross-legged at the top of the tree.

Beside him, an old monk in gray robe with a haggard face, ragged clothes, a short white beard, and unusually long fingernails spoke in a low voice.

"This mission is of great importance. Sir, I have been assigned to personally supervise the mission. If it fails, you must be well aware of the consequences."

Looking straight ahead, the woman holding the sword did not even look at the gray-robed old monk beside her, and spoke calmly.

In just a few words, Senhan's murderous intention made the old monk feel a great pressure, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Don't worry, sir. Those who come this time are all big demons and old demons from all the demon caves. We will do our best to complete the tasks assigned by sir, and we will never lose to those humans and animals."

"This is best. From today on, you don't come to me again.

I will concentrate on finding what my husband has entrusted me with. "

After a brief glance at the gray-robed old monk, the woman holding the sword spoke slowly.

"Need our help..."

Halfway through his words, the gray-robed old monk suddenly felt as if the 480 million pores on his body were being pricked by needles. He was startled and quickly stopped talking.

"Do your own thing well and don't worry about anything else, understand."

"My subordinates understand, my subordinates understand."

After bowing with his hands in hand, the old monk in gray robe was filled with fear and did not dare to stay any longer, so he quickly turned around and left.

Watching the old monk disappear from his field of vision, the woman holding the sword turned her palm over, and the scabbard appeared, which was broken but was re-glued with yellow mud.

Silently operate the method and focus the power into the broken scabbard.

A vague and vague mysterious wave that even this strange turbid mist could not block began to gradually spread towards the distance.

the other side.

After walking in a hurry, the gray-robed old monk with a depressed look returned to the strange temple that was full of white bone spikes and carved with numerous Vajra Dharma images of the Bodhisattva with ferocious and evil intentions.

"What's the matter? Looking at you acting like this, you must have been scolded again."

In front of the temple, underneath a blood-red lion covered with human-faced worms, a figure with a head as big as a bucket, rags, and a body as slender as a hemp pole, with blood-red eyes, walked out slowly.

"Liu Laosan, don't show off. Next time you have the ability, go and see if you can come back alive."

Not wanting to pay attention to the big-headed boy, the old monk in gray robe shook his sleeves and walked straight towards the temple.

"Hehehe, you're too impatient just to make a few jokes.

What's going on? Master Sword Attendant has new orders? "

After laughing twice, Liu Laosan followed the old monk in gray robe without caring and asked with bared teeth.

"My lord has given instructions that from now on, no one can disturb him. Anyone who violates this will be judged by himself.

In addition, the human race must make some achievements as soon as possible, otherwise the adults will fall out and we will not be able to reap the benefits. "

After walking through a long and broken path to a Zen room, the gray-robed old monk familiarly picked up the one-foot-tall white porcelain urn on the table, stretched out his hand and grabbed a strange five-digit ball that was still throbbing. , stuffed it into his mouth.

After chewing twice, his throat moved and he swallowed what was in his mouth. Only then did a trace of relief appear on the face of the gray-robed monk.

"Do you want?"

After licking the residue at the corner of his mouth, the gray-robed old monk grabbed another handful and handed it to Liu Sanlao standing aside.

"You'd better enjoy this thing by yourself."

Pouting his lips, Liu Laosan turned away, obviously not liking this kind of thing.

"No luck."

After giving Liu Laosan a blank look, the old monk in gray robe took several mouthfuls, then put down the white porcelain urn, wiped his hands and said:
"I'll ask Sun Yin and Bi Changchong to come over later.

It is really inconvenient in this vast wilderness of the Southern Ming Dynasty. There is no way to send notifications, so we can only use the most primitive method.

Master Sword Attendant’s intention must be conveyed as soon as possible, otherwise it will be your and my responsibility.

Alas, I really don’t know why sir sent her here.

Is it possible that we will still be passive and slow down in our work? "

He crossed his legs and sat on the table. Liu Laosan touched his huge head with an unhappy look on his face.

But when he said this, he also took a peek at the old monk in gray robe, but saw the other man looking at him with a suppressed smile, as if he "agreed" with what he said.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

When they looked at each other, the two old evil cultivators burst out laughing together.

"We are not taken advantage of. Why should we risk our lives for the boss's ideas?"

Wiggling his long pointed nails, the gray-robed old monk wriggled his nose.

If this sword attendant hadn't followed them this time, 10,000% of their group of big demons and old demons would have found a place to hide after arriving in the Great Wilderness of Nanming. After the human race found something and left, they would have returned the same way.

How many people who can cultivate to the realm of Taoism are stupid donkeys full of passion and loyalty?
Why would the superiors take their lives to please Mr. Li?
Different from the inexplicable belief of the human race, the evil cultivator who always puts his own interests first and harms others has no idea what it means to work hard for the sake of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

In their view, this is a hard job that results in death and profit for the superiors.

It just seemed that he could see the cleverness in their hearts.

Mr. Li directly sent her personal sword attendant.

Although in name, this Lord Swordsman is mainly here to find what Mr. needs.

But the big demons and old demons who were traveling with him knew it well.

This stinky bitch is here to supervise the battle!

If it weren't for the terrifying combat power of this Master Sword Attendant, he is not a Yuanshen boss, but he has a combat power comparable to that of a Yuanshen boss.

They were already on the boat when they came, and she "unfortunately fell overboard".

"Is there any movement in the Blood Monument recently?
I have heard that the people sent by the human race to Nanming Wilderness this time are ruthless characters, and they seem to be determined to get the thing they are looking for.

Although we have the advantage in numbers.

But if they really exchange their money with each other, the human race has a lot of trump cards. "

After laughing, the two old demons got down to business.

"Not yet, we have just entered the Great Wilderness of Nanming, and the human race is also very cautious, and they are testing each other with us.

Moreover, there is so much fog here that no one will take the risk to pursue him if he only concentrates on escaping. "

Shaking his head, the gray-robed old monk flicked his sleeves and opened the window of the Zen room, revealing a stone tablet covered with cracks and mottled parts, as if it were made of blood clots.

On this stone tablet, there are 475 dark yellow names swimming like living creatures.

It is the old demon who came to Nanming Wilderness this time.

Similar to the human race's telepathy tablet, once a big demon is killed, the name on the blood tablet will be turned black.

They can also use this to determine the number of fallen companions.

And just when the two old demons turned their eyes to look at the blood monument, three names on the stone monument that had not changed at first suddenly blacked out in a flash.

"Ok?"

After concentrating his eyes, the gray-robed old monk moved his mind to the blood monument, narrowed his eyes and looked at the three blackened names.

"They are the three brothers from Yinxi Cave in Qingyun Mountain."

Reaching out to touch the name that heralded his death, the gray-robed old monk looked solemn.

A big demon fell, and three of them fell at once.

This obviously means that there are powerful people on the human race who have adapted to the environment of Nanming Wilderness and have begun to take heavy action.

"Have Sun Yin and Bi Changchong come over immediately."

Realizing that the situation was starting to fluctuate, the gray-robed old monk did not dare to neglect.

Although he doesn't have to rush to the front line to participate in the fighting in person.

But the responsibility of sitting in the rear and taking the blame is even greater.

If the Lord Sword Attendant were to know about the defeat ahead, then he would believe that this Lord, who is usually unsmiling and speaks with ice.

He will definitely cut off his head as soon as possible to sacrifice the flag!

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(End of this chapter)