Retrograde fairy way

"Tsk tsk, thank you for helping me get a sliver of regular power from the Xuantian Spirit Treasure to reunite the ghost body. After entering the master spirit corpse, I can absorb a trace of scattered soul from this spiritual powerhouse. The old man is already a reincarnated body. You will not be constrained by the previous oath at all!"

Yin Lingshan smiled indifferently, and his figure suddenly became unreal, turning into a series of dark brilliance and covering Wang Mo.

"Don't you really think you're guaranteed to win?"

The violent and cold coercion made Wang Mo's mana sluggish. Even with the help of the Zhenyuan Pagoda, he felt powerless at this moment, but his eyes were full of determination.

However, the essence and blood in his body were surging, and he was constantly being pulled by the light transformed by the spirit-absorbing soul talisman, gradually feeling weak and powerless.

Although the Zhenyuan Pagoda is strong, Wang Mo's cultivation base is too weak, and he can't exert one ten-thousandth of the power of the Zhenyuan Pagoda at all.

If he has the cultivation level of the Spirit Void Realm, even if he is only in the Nirvana Spirit Realm, he can fight against the damage of the root, forcibly suppress the Yuan Pagoda against the law, activate the formation restraint in it, and kill this old ghost. serious injury.

"Don't resist, obediently be refined by the spirit-absorbing soul talisman, you can still suffer a little less. After the old man swallows your soul power, you can control the Zhenyuan Pagoda, and the achievement of Dao Ling is just around the corner!"

There was a chilling smile on Yin Lingshan Ming's face, and he looked at Wang Mo, who was approached by the spirit-transforming soul talisman playfully, constantly seductive.

In his opinion, Wang Mo is just struggling to the death, everything is in vain, he has already figured out that with the power of the eighth-level spirit-absorbing soul charm, Wang Mo can't resist at all, even with the help of Zhenyuan Pagoda, it won't help .

It is conceivable that this object is an eighth-level talisman specially made by Immortal Master Qingling at a great cost in order to reincarnate the soul, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to set it in the tomb only for the powerful Nirvana realm.

"I don't know if senior can survive under the power of the soul curse talisman?"

Seeing Wang Mo's head drooping gradually, and his aura sluggish under the absorption of the spirit-absorbing and transforming soul talisman, he suddenly raised his head and looked resolutely at the proud Yinling Shanming.

Click!

Something throbbed and shattered, Wang Mo's left arm trembled suddenly, the command on the little finger suddenly flashed with brilliance, and a jade box suddenly appeared on it.

As the brilliance circulated, the chaotic and strange colors stirred up, covering the entire jade box, and it opened automatically with a click, and a cyan jade ruler wrapped in three-color brilliance flew out of it.

"what!"

There was a pitiful howl, and it was obviously sent by Yinling Shanming. He raised his head and covered his head, as if he had been hit hard, and the soul-absorbing soul charm under its pull trembled even more. The lethality to Wang Mo was at this moment. There is also a slight delay.

The brilliance transformed by the eighth-order cursed soul talisman continued to sink into the jade ruler. Although it did not hurt the jade ruler itself at all, it used it strangely with the spirit corpse, and even the trace refined by Yinling Shanming originally belonged to the jade ruler. The regular power of the jade ruler ruthlessly refined the ghosts of the Yinling Mountain.

Affected by it, the spirit-absorbing and soul-absorbing charm that was originally drawn by Yinling Shanming also had a slight delay, and under the protection of Wang Mo from the thunder from the Zhenyuan Pagoda, the original gloomy glow was gradually forced retreat.

Amidst the humming rumble, looking from a distance, all kinds of brilliance flowed, whether it was majestic or cold, it made people shudder.

"You... how could you have an eighth-order talisman?"

In the excruciating pain, Yinling Shanming roared in pain. With his restored seventh-level ghost body and the seventh-level spirit corpse that had been tempered by the Qing Ling fairy master, he was already on the verge of collapse.

The power of the eighth-order talisman is a blow from a strong person in the Dao Spiritual Realm who possesses a trace of Taoism that naturally manifests. Even though he is still bound by the Dao of Heaven, he still has a trace of power to resist.

"Maybe it's God's will!"

Wang Mo said weakly.

At this time, he vaguely guessed that this curse soul talisman was probably not left by the ancestors of the Guangmu and Liufeng clans. If there were such treasures, he could have used this spell to kill seven barking spirit clans back then. How did a super strong person fall to such a point?

"God willing?"

Yin Lingshan was stunned, but then his face was full of ferocity, "This old man has practiced for more than [-] years, and he never believes in God's will. Today either you die or I die!"

Resisting the severe pain caused by the soul-cursing talisman, Yinling Shanming burst into shape, with a gloomy brilliance, and instantly turned into endless skeleton ghosts, biting Wang Mo away.

"The old devil is dead!"

At this moment, Liu Lanshuang, who was awakened by the miserable howling of Yinling Mountain, suddenly woke up, and without hesitation, he took out a golden flying sword and slashed at him.

Dang bang!

The ear-piercing sound of gold and iron resounded through the void, and suddenly the golden light was swept away by Yinling Shanming. It was only at the late stage of the sixth order, so how could it be the opponent of this old monster? But it has seventh-order power.

Liu Lanshuang seemed to be hit hard, vomited blood and the arrow burst back, and the sword was contaminated by corpse and ghost energy at the same time, and its brilliance was instantly suppressed with a whine.

Sweeping away Liu Lanshuang, Yin Lingshan rushed towards Wang Mo ferociously. Even though it was protected by the thunder from the Zhenyuan Pagoda, Wang Mo's cultivation base was too low to inspire too much power. The Spiritual Soul Talisman has become stalemate, how can it withstand the powerful blow of this old ghost?

"Old ghost, don't hurt my lord!"

At this moment, the ancient Cangsong, who had been swept away by the Yinling Mountain, and who did not know his life or death, suddenly stood up, with dark green monster lights surging all over his body, and his aura had the power of the spirit void.

Amidst the loud shouts, the shadow of the Tongtian Tree rose wildly, suddenly enveloping the Yin Lingshan Ming outside the Thunderbolt. Corpse Qi, Ghost Qi, Monster Qi, and Thunder were glued to each other, making teeth-gritting hissing sounds, which penetrated extremely.

"Junior, do you want to find death?"

Facing Gu Cangsong, who had used some secret technique and forced himself to recover his cultivation base, even though Yin Lingshan had amazing strength, he couldn't help but be blocked, not to mention that his ghost was still being killed by the soul-cursing talisman at any time. It is possible to be irresistible.

"You are looking for death...Ahhh!"

The ancient pines seemed to be falling into madness, roaring continuously, the tendon-tangled roots tightly entangled Yinling Shanming, creaking constantly, and peeling off under the erosion of ghost energy and corpse energy visible to the naked eye.

"what......"

Different from Gu Cangsong's crazy roar, Yinling Shanming roared uncontrollably under the impact of the eighth-order Soul Curse Talisman, it was the severe pain of annihilation of the soul.

Even in his heyday, he had to be cautious when facing the eighth-level cursed soul talisman, not to mention that he is only a seventh-level ghost body now, even if he has a trace of regular power to protect his body, it is only similar to the eighth-level cursed soul talisman.

But it has not completely merged with the spirit corpse to achieve the body of Dzogchen, otherwise he can definitely compete for a while.

The blame can only be blamed on him being too greedy, not grasping the time well, and underestimating Wang Mo's luck and opportunity, which put him in such a desperate situation.

"Old ghost, die!"

Under the cover of the thunder, Wang Mo felt that the surrounding runes were gradually turning into counties. It was because of the loss of Yinling Shanming's control, the soul-absorbing and transforming soul talisman could not withstand the power of the thunder and re-condensed.

Even though he lacks physical strength, but his determination is as firm as Wang Mo's, he forced his magic power, bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly danced his hands to make a tactic, chi chi, and the rune flickered, turning into a touch of brilliance , spurting towards the jade ruler floating in front of him.

To be precise, it is the three-color brilliance wrapped around the jade ruler, which is transformed by the curse soul talisman!

hum!

A strange fluctuation flashed across the void, and suddenly an invisible wave of light visible to the naked eye swept out, but the reverberation gathered in an instant, and the ripples all converged on the top of Yinlingshanming's head.

"Wow!"

The ghost energy around Yin Lingshan Ming surged, but it all dissipated, and was crazily gathered by the invisible brilliance, and his aura quickly withered, and even his struggling body gradually sluggish.

He hadn't fully controlled the spirit corpse in the first place, and his soul was severely injured at this time, and it was even more impossible to use it skillfully in such a situation.

As if knowing that he was at the end of the road, Yin Lingshan raised his spirits and pleaded slightly, "Little friend... the old man was wrong, give me a chance, and I will definitely help you with all my strength in the future! With the help of the old man, I will help you in the future." You can definitely step into Dao Ling!"

"late!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, and looked at the soul-absorbing soul talisman that had been forced out of his real body by the thunder not far away. If it wasn't for the Zhenyuan Pagoda, which blocked this talisman with its own power to protect the lord, I am afraid he would have already Desperate.

Of course, it also depends on whether the three mysterious things in his sea of ​​consciousness will appear.

"Okay, okay, the old man missed a game, admit it, and I will give you one last chance!"

Knowing that Wang Mo had made up his mind, Yin Lingshan smiled miserably. Facing the existence of the cursed soul talisman, if he hadn't already had the foundation of Dao Lingjing, he might have been turned into fly ash.

When the last word fell, the black mist it transformed suddenly burst into a strange glow, full of gentleness, which was completely opposite to the previous gloomy and gloomy.

At the same time, the invisible halo in the void seemed to have lost its target, and it was no longer possible to extract a trace of soul from Yinling Shanming.

"My lord, this old ghost returned to the ruins by himself!"

From the majestic giant shadow, came the weak and startled voice of Gu Cangsong.

"Return to the ruins by yourself? You old ghost, you know you will die, and you want to plot against me!"

Seeing the soul-absorbing and soul-absorbing talisman fade away and float in the air, Wang Mo tentatively grabbed it in his hand, making sure that there was no danger, and then looked at the radiant corpse.

At this time, Gu Cangsong retracted his real body and turned into a human form, and his figure fell beside Wang Mo in a flash, but his original youthful appearance suddenly became an old man, even more so than when he first met He is much older, and his breath is even more sluggish.

As time passed, after a quarter of an hour, the black mist dissipated, and the spirit corpse stood still, bathed in the rays of light.

All of a sudden, the rays of the sun rolled up into the sky, and visible to the naked eye, streams of aura gathered from the surroundings, circling above the spirit corpse's head.

"Yuanling Shenguang, this... this is Yuanling Shenguang!"

Gu Cangsong glanced at the circling brilliance for a moment, exclaimed in disbelief, even forgot to swallow the panacea that reached his mouth.

Based on his many years of experience, he naturally vaguely remembered the aura and appearance of this treasure, but he had only heard about it in legends.

After all, this Yuanling Divine Light can only be returned to the ruins by the Dao Lingjing powerhouses. Even if the Dao Lingjing powerhouses in some powerful sects return to the ruins before their lifespan is exhausted, it is impossible for them to have Yuanling Shenguang appeared.

Because the conditions for the formation of this Yuanling Divine Light are extremely harsh, only those who are strong in the Dao Spiritual Realm have not exhausted their lifespan, and can return to the ruins by themselves when there are a lot of them.

Just think about it, how could a powerful Taoist with endless lifespan choose to return to the ruins by himself and be reborn?

Even a fool would not do this!