Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 160

The steaming black mist dragged the tall man towards the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

Five figures jumped to the top of the tree, and jumped to keep up.

The tall man hovered over the Taoist temple, shaking the death bell with his right hand.

The pitch-black big clock spun bigger, and with a bang, it covered the entire dilapidated Taoist temple.

The earth trembled, and everyone in the Taoist temple staggered to and fro, at a loss, not knowing what happened.

Yan Ping grabbed the little bird with one hand, and subconsciously hugged the pretty pregnant woman screaming about to fall with the other.

"what--!"

The big man screamed, a wisp of black mist wrapped around his feet, the flesh and blood melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the white bones were soon exposed.

"Ah, save me, save me!" Earlier, he said that he would not scold the big man, but now he crawled towards Yan Ping like crying for his father and mother.

call out!A long knife fell down and cut off the big man's two calves.

Ouyang Tingxue used a trick to control the crane and capture the dragon, and caught the big man in front of him, "If you don't want to die, come to Mr. Xu."

The crowd rushed towards Yan Ping, and a big man didn't forget to pick up the fainted scholar.

Ouyang Tingxue cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Mr. Xu for killing the evil corpse."

Yan Ping nodded: "Killed a small one, attracted a big one."

Nangong Lingyin subconsciously pressed close to Yan Ping, her plump body almost squeezed into his arms, her face turned pale and she said tremblingly, "Xu, Mr. Xu, what's going on?"

From Yan Ping's nostrils, two streams of suet jade-colored gas flowed out, surrounding the crowd and resisting the erosion of the black mist.

"Zizizi~" The black mist and suet jade-colored arrogance collide with each other and dissipate.

"This is a top-grade spiritual weapon. The things outside want to trap us to death."

"Are we going to die here?"

"Mother, big brother can spray white fire very powerfully, even more powerful than uncle, mother and little bird will not die."

"Little Que'er is right. Well, sister, can you let me go first."

Only then did Nangong Lingyin realize that she had put her arms around Mr. Xu's waist at some point, two red clouds floated on her cheeks, and she quickly let go.

"Little bird, hold it tight."

Yan Ping took out a sound-proof bead to activate it and stuffed it into the little girl's palm.

Little Que'er held the beads tightly, "Big Brother, what are you doing?"

"You wait here and see how big brother teaches those bad things after he goes out."

Ouyang Tingxue asked: "My lord, are you sure you can break this evil weapon?"

Yan Ping nodded.

"what!"

Yan Ping exhaled loudly, his spine swayed like a dragon, twisted his waist, lunged, and slammed a jab at the clock wall.

With a clang, a fist mark was sunken at the place where the fist landed. The big black clock trembled continuously, and the distant chime of the bell resounded in the mountains and forests, awakening countless birds and beasts.

"Someone can shake the death bell. Could there be a Nascent Soul cultivator inside?" The second brother was shocked, looking at the protruding fist mark, he was shocked.

"There is no fluctuation of spiritual power, it is pure physical power. We have met a warrior of the diamond realm."

The eldest brother was also shocked, but his expression was still relaxed.

The death bell is defensive, and absorbs and devours countless flesh and blood, it can repair itself, and ordinary warriors in the Vajra realm cannot break it, unless it is the rare pure-blooded Vajra.

The black mist rolled, and the depression on the clock wall undulated like flowing water, returning to its original shape in the blink of an eye.

"The best spiritual tool that can repair itself, it depends on whether you repair it faster or I destroy it faster"

The awe-inspiring energy rolled and condensed into suet-like jade-colored white flames in the fists of both hands.

"Boom boom boom!"

Yan Ping punched the speed of sound, turned into a human pile driver, and landed on the same point one after another.

Eight punches and one crit.

The destructive power soon exceeded Deathstroke's repairing power.

With a bang, Yan Ping's left fist pierced through the wall of the clock.

Click, one crack, two cracks, more and more cracks appeared.

Yan Ping raised his right palm and slapped it lightly, like the last straw that crushed the camel's back. The whole big clock shattered in an instant, and the fragments of the magic weapon were scattered around like rain.

The suet jade color is so powerful that it can suppress all evil spirits in the world, such evil weapons as the death bell are just restrained by Yan Ping's noble spirit.

Everything happened in a flash, until Yan Ping was lifted into the sky, the tall man realized that something was wrong and wanted to ask for mercy.

"superior……"

Just as the tall man opened his mouth, it exploded without warning and was crushed by a punch.

"escape!"

The second elder brother let out a shrill cry and ran for his life.

Yan Ping spewed out five pillars of mutton-fat jade-colored aura from his nasal cavity, chasing after him.

The jade-colored gas column of suet pierced into the second brother's body, and the jade-colored white inflammation burned all over his body in the blink of an eye.

"what--!"

The second elder brother let out a scream, and the corpse energy all over his body surged out violently, trying to extinguish Bai Yan, but who would have thought that the corpse energy that spewed out became the best combustion accelerant.

The white flames formed by the Haoran Qi burned the corpse Qi and burned all the way into the second brother's body. The blood vessels, flesh and blood, and muscles all turned white in an instant.

"Ah! Forgive me, it hurts so much, it hurts to death!" The second elder brother opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of white air, dazzling suet jade-colored light erupted from his seven orifices and from the pores all over his body.

The fleeing body staggered and fell into the mountain stream, trying to extinguish Bai Yan with the help of running water.

It's a pity, how can the Haoran Qi Yan be extinguished by mere water.

The water mist evaporated, and the voice of the second brother struggling and screaming gradually became inaudible.The body is burnt into carbon powder by the most vigorous white inflammation, which is blended into the stream water and becomes the fertilizer that nourishes the mountains, rivers and earth.

The remaining four were even more unbearable. The second elder brother struggled desperately before his death, while the other four died peacefully without saying a word.

Yan Ping fell.

The way everyone looked at him changed, and everyone was in awe of him, bowing down and bowing to him.

"Big brother, are you an immortal?"

Xiao Que'er didn't think so much, instead she was full of curiosity and admiration.

"Little Que'er, Big Brother is a human being just like you, a person with relatively strong strength, not a fairy."

"Xu... Xu Xianzhang, Nangong Lingyin thanked Xianzhang for saving his life."

The traveling merchants who came back to their senses thanked one after another, "Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life."

Yan Ping Yufeng looked for fragments of spirit weapons scattered in the surrounding mountains and forests. The materials that can be used to refine spirit weapons are not ordinary and worth collecting.

In addition to the fragment of the big clock, Yan Ping also found a storage bag where the tall corpse demon died.

Hey, I can't recognize the Lord with blood.

Isn't the tall corpse demon dead?

Yan Ping frowned slightly, knowing that he probably encountered an evil cultivator.

Being careful, Yan Ping lost the storage bag.

"gentlemen."

"My lord."

Hua Qianqian and Yan Twelve fell, followed by a group of people.

"Second bastard!"

"Shou Hou, Er Gou, Tie Zhu are back, they are all back."

"Sister, what happened here after I left?"

"Uncle, it's so nice to have a bad woman want to eat a little sparrow and be beaten into a firework by a big brother..."

Xiao Que'er gesticulated and chirped to explain, but Zhang Shidao understood.

"Thank you, Immortal Elder, for saving your life!" Zhang Shidao bowed at ninety degrees.

"Hands up."

Looking at Yan Ping surrounded by the crowd.

Shen Lang, hearing the wedding dress, laughed three times and the three of them looked surprised.

Immortal!

Ganqing, whose surname is Xu, has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, taking advantage of the time when the three of them left, to show off in front of Ouyang Tingxue.

No, this kind of senior immortal with profound Taoism probably already has a Taoist companion.

They didn't come for Ouyang Tingxue at all.

The three of them came to their senses and looked at each other. The alliance they formed soon disintegrated in an instant, and their rivals in love were still each other.

Hua Qianqian looked at Nangong Lingyin's mother and daughter, and said via voice transmission: "Sir, these mother and daughter are also pure yin bodies. Why don't you guide them on the road of cultivation?"

Yan Ping said: "Cultivation, longevity is not so easy. Being a mortal and living a peaceful life for a hundred years may be a better choice for them."

Hua Qianqian said: "But, most women with pure yin bodies..."

Yan Ping: "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, they have Buddhist beads given by the great monks, which can protect the safety of their lives."

Nangong Lingyin put on the Buddhist beads again, and the pure yin energy on her body instantly disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Hua Qianqian finally felt relieved.

The evil spirit's attack delayed the time, and the black lights and blind people couldn't make it. Everyone could only spend the night in the Taoist temple.

After everyone fell asleep, Wen Ren's wedding dress quietly left.

Xu Xianchang fought the evil spirits, and all the evil spirits died. It is said that there may not be treasures left in this mountain forest.

Wenren's wedding dress came to the gate of the Taoist temple.

"Xiaobao come out."

Chirping, a treasure hunting mouse emerged from his arms, the treasure hunting mouse fluttered its nose, and jumped into the forest.

Sure enough, there is a baby.

Wen Ren's wedding dress brightened and followed.

Not long after, Wen Ren's wedding dress returned to the Taoist temple, put on his clothes and fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning everyone washed up and had a simple breakfast and continued on their way.

The pace is much lighter than yesterday.

Not everyone can meet the immortal elder accompanying him.

Bandits were rampant in the mountains, killing five waves, slowing down the journey, and arriving at Qingniu Mountain in the evening.

Zhang Shidao consulted Yan Ping and decided to stay at the Qingniu Inn at the foot of the mountain.

In the middle of the night, a red wedding dress floated into the Qingniu Inn.

The red mist filled the air, and everyone in the Qingniu Inn passed out in their sleep.

"This red mist is so heavy!"

Yan Ping sat up from the bed, Yin Qi couldn't get close to him at all.

With such a heavy yin energy, no one else would be able to deal with it.

"This Yin Qi, there are ghosts attacking."

Wen Renjiao sat up abruptly, suddenly a strong soul force fell like a heavy hammer, pressing him firmly on the bed, his soul trembled, Wen Renjiao gritted his teeth and tried not to pass out.

Wearing a bright red wedding dress, she walked in through the door, her hair was disheveled, and there was a red mist all over her body, which was weird and terrifying.

"Who are you and why did you want to kill me?" Wenren's wedding dress trembled.

"You offended someone who shouldn't be offended."

The clear and sweet voice is like a death knell to someone who heard the wedding dress.

The woman in the wedding dress floated in the air, her body slowly fell towards Yan Ping.

As the woman in the wedding gown leaned forward, it was as if a weight of tens of thousands of catties fell on her body, and the feeling of suffocation hit her soul.

The ghost is crushing me!
Wen Ren's wedding clothes burst out with true energy and wanted to break free, but the true energy was suppressed back as soon as it left the body.

The power gap is too great.

A ghost at the level of the ghost king is not something he, a small foundation-building cultivator, can resist.

Who the hell wants my life!

Who did I offend?

He's crazy when he hears about people's wedding dresses, he's just a casual cultivator, he doesn't dare to hang out in the world of practice, he stays in the mountains and rivers and lakes all the time, and never provokes those sect disciples with powerful cultivation bases.Live cautiously, there is no reason to offend any powerful force!

Wenren Wedding Dress struggled desperately but it was useless, and finally gave up struggling altogether, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Listen to the snow, goodbye.

Suddenly the pressure on the body and the suffocation at the soul level all subsided.

Secretly, Yan Ping, who was already preparing to rescue Wenren's wedding dress, stopped thinking of taking action when he saw this.

Wen Ren's wedding dress sneaked out to pick up treasures last night, most of the storage bags of the tall evil corpse were picked up by him.

The reason why Yan Ping lost the storage bag at the beginning was because he found that there was a mark on the storage bag, so he lost it out of safety considerations.

Who wants to be picked up by Wenren's wedding dress.

The wedding dress female ghost should be sent by the person behind the tall evil corpse.Following the imprint on the storage bag, he found Wenren's wedding dress.

Yan Ping hid in the dark and observed.

Wen Ren closed his eyes and waited to die in a wedding dress, when the pressure suddenly disappeared, and there was a cold touch on his face.

what's the situation?
Wenren's wedding dress opened his eyes, and a fair and pretty face with pear blossoms and rain came into view.

The woman in the wedding dress stared at him infatuatedly, rubbing his face with her small hands, and tied up her loose hair.

What's going on with Nima?
It turned out that the moment she saw Wenren's whole face in the wedding dress, the woman in the wedding dress stopped, her expression was agitated, and her eyes were red.

It was the first time to receive the supernatural power.

"Duan Lang, is that you, Duan Lang." The woman in the wedding dress looked at him infatuatedly, touched Wen Ren's handsome face in the wedding dress, and slowly leaned down.

Wen Ren's hair on the wedding dress stood on end, and couldn't help but move it to the side.

"Duan Lang, Yu'er misses you so much, let me hug you." The woman in the wedding dress squeezed into Wenren's wedding dress and hugged his waist.

There is actually a physical touch, but Wenren's wedding dress has no glamorous thoughts in his heart.

"Scholars can be killed but not humiliated. You, what are you doing? If you dare to dirty my body, I will kill myself immediately."

Hearing people's wedding dress, he roared with fascination.

The woman in the wedding dress came back to her senses, caressed the face of Wenren's wedding dress, and murmured softly, "So you are not my Duan Lang, but you really look like Duan Lang. Not only do you look like me, but you also look very much like Duan Lang in the way you would rather die than surrender."

"Who are you, who sent you here, and who is Duan Lang?"

"I, my name is Ruan Xiaoyu, and Duan Lang is my husband-in-law. As for the person who asked me to harm you... ah..."

With disheveled hair, Xiaoyu howled in pain with a terrifying expression.

"Yu'er, if you don't do anything, kill him."

"No, don't, old witch, you killed Duan Lang, and now you want me to kill another Duan Lang, absolutely impossible."

old witch?
Yan Ping frowned slightly.

Being able to control a peak-level ghost of a ninth-level ghost king, this old hag is probably a strong Nascent Soul True Monarch.

"He is not your Duan Lang, your Duan Lang is dead. If you want your daughter to live, kill him."

"enough!"

"Old witch, how long are you going to lie to me, what about my daughter, that's just another me raised by you splitting my soul and body."

The woman in the wedding dress laughed wildly, "Hahaha, I'm so stupid, I actually listened to your lies and believed that you can really save Duan Lang. It's been 100 years, a full 100 years, if you can save Duan Lang, you will be killed soon." He's saved."

"In the past 100 years, I have helped you kill so many innocent people, I deserve to die, I really deserve to die, if Duan Lang knows that I have become like this, he will definitely hate me to death, woo woo, Duan Lang, my Duan Lang .”

"Yu'er, you've gone crazy again, come back."

There seems to be a silk thread in the void that is pulling the woman in the wedding dress, pulling her to the sky.

"I'm not crazy, you can't control me."

The face of the woman in the wedding dress is distorted, trying her best to resist the pulling power in her soul

"In 100 years, I haven't had a moment of sobriety like I do now."

(End of this chapter)