Wild boar

Chapter 457: The Transformation of the Infernal Corpse

The Chi Kui Magic Kung practiced by Li Xiumiao was adapted by Zhu Zishan from the original Chi Kui Magic Kung based on his own enlightenment.

What seemed to be no problem at first seems to have failed now.

It's not terrible that Li Xiumiao's spirit is driven by physical desires. What's terrible is that she loses her mind and eventually her soul is enslaved by her body and becomes a walking corpse.

After a long silence.

Yue Mo lowered his voice and said: "To defeat desire and improve your cultivation, I am afraid you can only rely on yourself."

"Master!" Li Xiumiao shouted desperately.

"To practice Taoism, you have to rely on yourself. This is how I survived." Yue Mo lied, then turned and left.

She had no choice but to say this.

But it is not wrong to say so.

Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. Names can be named, but they are not permanent names.

The Tao cannot be preached!

You can only rely on yourself in your spiritual practice.

At this time, Yue Mo had no choice about Li Xiumiao's situation. The only person who could understand her heart and control her desires was Li Xiumiao herself.

Either sink, turn into a walking zombie, and eventually forget his own existence; or be perseverant, overcome the desires of the flesh with a strong spirit, and his cultivation will naturally soar into the sky, becoming a powerful corpse cultivator comparable to himself.

At that time, Li Xiumiao, who had successfully defeated the desire to refine corpses, summarized her practice experience and focused on the Chi Kui Demon Kung Fu. At that time, the Chi Kui Demon Kung Fu was a mature technique that was truly suitable for living people to practice.

There is no way in this world.

A road becomes a road when there are many people walking on it.

At this time, Yue Mo boldly letting go may be the best way.

"Master!" Li Xiumiao wailed and yelled.

"Rely on yourself!" Yue Mo's distant voice whispered.

Li Xiumiao felt that the only light source in the darkness was extinguished, leaving only endless darkness.

"master……"

Li Xiumiao fell into despair.

She would never give in to bloodthirsty desire, but physical desire drove her spirit and devoured her soul.

This is an involuntary pain.

It made Li Xiumiao unable to face herself.

suddenly.

A cold wind blew from behind.

Li Xiumiao stood up straight in despair, turned around and looked behind her.

A ray of lavender light fell behind Li Xiumiao.

Escape the light and gather it away.

A woman in green robe appeared.

"Is it you?" the green-robed woman said in shock.

"Are you still alive? How did you get to Ziyun Mountain?" Zhang Wanru was shocked and asked with concern.

From beginning to end, Zhang Wanru had no ill intentions toward this sassy woman.

It can be said that the two still have a good relationship.

Meet Zhang Wanru.

Li Xiumiao suddenly showed a nervous smile.

Rather than living like a human being or a ghost, it would be better to die, not to mention that he had wanted to die for a long time.

Death is no big deal, I've already died several times.

"Yes, Sister Zhang, it's me! I'm Li Xiumiao!" Li Xiumiao smoothed back her disheveled hair and showed a sweet smile.

"How did you survive? How did your injuries heal?" Zhang Wanru asked again.

"you ask me?"

"Hehehe..." Li Xiumiao covered her mouth and laughed.

"Sister Zhang, why don't you let me ask you first?"

"Isn't it comfortable to live with wild boars?" Li Xiumiao asked word by word.

"You!?" Zhang Wanru's expression changed drastically, and she pulled out a high-grade flying sword that she had just received from the weapon refining hall.

"Sister Zhang, I see you really enjoy it." Li Xiumiao pursed her lips and smiled again.

Zhang Wanru's face was as cold as a cloud, and she asked in a suppressed tone: "Who else have you told this matter?"

"Oh... I haven't had time to tell you, there is a sect in Ziyun Mountain, do you want me to go publicize it?"

puff!

Zhang Wanru took a step forward and pierced Li Xiumiao's heart with a sword.

The sharp flying sword penetrated Li Xiumiao's chest and pierced her back.

Li Xiumiao looked at Feijian blankly, her expression sluggish.

She knew that if Zhang Wanru was angered like this, Zhang Wanru would definitely kill someone and silence her, but she didn't expect that this woman would take action so quickly, so fast that she couldn't see clearly.

He is worthy of being a swordsman in the divine stage.Li Xiumiao showed a relieved smile, as if she was relieved.

"Don't blame me!" Zhang Wanru said coldly.

Everyone has restricted areas and untouchable reverse scales.

The same goes for Zhang Wanru.

Do not!
Rather than saying it was a restricted area, it was better to say that Zhang Wanru could not face such a shameful self.

If Li Xiumiao is not killed to cover up the past, her Taoist heart will collapse and her personality will even split.

As for whether doing this is self-deception?

Zhang Wanru can't control it.

Being able to deceive oneself is not a spiritual victory.

Now that she has successfully advanced to the divine training stage, this is the best proof.

Zhang Wanru drew out the flying sword.

Li Xiumiao's chest was soaked with thick blood like a rose in full bloom.

Zhang Wanru frowned.

Her sword was inserted into the heart. After pulling out the sword, the blood in the heart would be pumped out. It would never be so slow and refreshing.

The blood on this sword?

Not blood!

Zhang Wanru looked at her flying sword with a look of disbelief on her face.

This blood actually has a foul smell...

The heart is broken.

Li Xiumiao didn't feel any discomfort.

On the contrary, she actually felt an indescribable coolness, which made her whole body feel comfortable, as if her soul had become clear.

Touching the blood in her heart with her hand, Li Xiumiao suddenly showed a look of enlightenment.

"I see!"

"Hahahaha...that's how it is!"

"What's the human heart, save the essence, pay attention to the blood... Living people are transformed into corpses, and corpses are transformed into living people, but they are all self-deception!" Li Xiumiao opened her mouth and roared wildly.

The aura on her body increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a red flame enveloped her.

Li Xiumiao's black hair was instantly ignited, and the clothes on her body were also burned.

The fair skin was instantly dry and cracked under the flames, and the nails grew at a speed visible to the naked eye...

A terrifying female corpse burning with red flames appeared in front of Zhang Wanru.

Zhang Wanru pointed her sword slightly.

The flying sword in his hand emits purple energy.

There was a squeak.

Zombie claws burning with red flames fought with high-grade flying swords.

Zhang Wanru's re-trained flying sword was unable to cut off the zombie's claws.

The female zombie stepped forward and rushed towards Zhang Wanru.

Zhang Wanru looked horrified, and while flying back, she used spiritual suppression.

The spiritual training period is a threshold. Once you have spiritual thoughts, you can completely suppress a single low-level monk.

However, when his spiritual thoughts fell on the female zombie, they were blocked by the red flames on the zombie's body.

Zhang Wanru even felt that her invisible mind was burning with pain from the flames.

as a last resort...

Zhang Wanru stepped lightly, and her retreat speed increased by three points.

The female zombie's sharp claws clawed at Zhang Wanru's face, but she couldn't.

suddenly.

A towering tree appeared behind the two people.

Zhang Wanru seemed to have eyes on her back, soaring into the sky with her toes.

In an instant, it appeared in mid-air.

"Zole!"

A low drink.

The forest was filled with purple energy, and a purple flying sword flew to Zhang Wanru's feet.

This flying sword was blessed by Zhang Wanru's magic power and broke away from Li Xiumiao's sharp claws. However, this high-grade flying sword was somewhat spiritually damaged by the red fire.

His spiritual thoughts swept across the ground beneath his feet.

The female zombie has disappeared without a trace.

"Alas..." Zhang Wanru sighed.

As a cultivator who practices the Divine Sword, it is really embarrassing to let a monk who has just entered the martial arts escape from his hands.

(End of this chapter)