Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 120
"Li Guixiu..."

Song Qing muttered softly, but he didn't know anything about this Li Guixiu, but judging by the way he controlled the Li Gui and stretched his teeth and claws, he shouldn't be a good person.

"Li Guixiu is a kind of ghost cultivator, and ghost cultivators are monks and true practitioners, but what they practice is not the way of immortals, but the way of ghosts."

Seeing that Song Qing didn't know much about ghost cultivation, Zhao Zhengji said that he was less frightened now.

Anyway, at this time, Li Guixiu was stopped by the elder holding the sword, so he couldn't hurt them.

"Ghost cultivators are divided into three types: Li ghost cultivators, Rong ghost cultivators, and corpse ghost cultivators. Among them, Li ghost cultivators control ghosts and exorcise gods to kill enemies, Rong ghost cultivators use ghosts and supernatural powers to kill enemies, and corpse ghost cultivators mainly refine corpses and exercise their bodies. Kill the enemy with the power of the corpse."

"If you don't cultivate the good immortal way, why bother to cultivate the evil ghost way."

Hearing Zhao Zhengji's talk about ghost cultivation, Song Qing couldn't help scoffing. Although he didn't know the difference between the immortal way and the ghost way, in his eyes, he already regarded the immortal way as the supreme and righteous way, and the others were heresy .

"Hehe, in fact, there is nothing wrong with the ghost way, it only depends on the practitioners. Moreover, this ghost way is not necessarily what they are willing to practice, most of them are forced to do so."

For Song Qing's opinion, Zhao Zhengji didn't dare to compliment him. After hearing it, he just chuckled, but when the ghost was in the way, his expression darkened, and a sense of sadness came to his heart.

"Being helpless? Brother Zhao, look at that person, even the elder holding the sword can't do anything for a while, who do you think will, who dare to force him to practice the ghost way?"

Hearing that Zhao Zhengji said that he was forced to practice ghost way, Song Qing couldn't help but sneered in his heart, pointing at the ghost cultivator in the distance, he didn't believe what Zhao Zhengji said at all.

"He should no longer be a human, but a ghost."

Zhao Zhengji was not angry because of Song Qing's attitude, but said in a deep voice.

"Ghost?!" Song Qing wondered.

"That's right, those who practice the way of ghosts are all ghosts who have died once. They have no choice but to dig out their original skills and spells and practice the way of ghosts again."

Zhao Zhengji nodded affirmatively. He seemed to know a lot about this aspect. When he talked about Ghost Cultivator, he could be said to be clear and logical.

"Because if they don't practice the ghost way, they will die, but if they practice the ghost way, they will not only avoid death, but also greatly increase their lifespan."

Zhao Zhengji didn't pay attention to Song Qing's astonishment, and continued to speak in his mouth, but in the sleeves that others couldn't feel, his palms were tightly clenched, and his knuckles turned white.

"Shouyuan has greatly increased?!" Song Qing was shocked.

"Yes, if you look at our monks, the lifespan of the Qi Refining Realm is only a hundred years, that of the Foundation Establishment Realm is only 200 years, even that of the Golden Core Realm is only 500 years, and that of the Nascent Soul Realm is 1000 years. , As for the unattainable state of transforming gods, it is 2000 years, but if you practice the way of ghosts, it will be different."

Zhao Zhengji's other palms were also clenched tightly together, his eyes sparkled, and the original sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox disappearing.

"What is the lifespan of ghosts?"

Song Qing didn't know anything about Shouyuan, so when he heard what Zhao Zhengji said, he couldn't help but feel refreshed, and he didn't care about the confrontation between Li Guixiu and the elder holding the sword, and turned to ask Zhao Zhengji.

"As for the Ghost Dao, only the Qi Refining Realm has a lifespan of 500 years, the Foundation Establishment Realm has a lifespan of 1000 years, and the Gold Core Realm has a full 5000 years of lifespan. , that is far out of reach, but if it can break through, the lifespan will be very impressive."

Talking about the ghost cultivator's Shouyuan, Zhao Zhengji's face showed a little longing, which was unbelievable.

"What about Nascent Soul Realm and Transforming God Realm?"

Song Qing also drooled after hearing Zhao Zhengji's words.

But yes, he only listened to Zhao Zhengji's one-sided words, and he knew little about the ghost way. He only knew that the lifespan of a monk who had exhausted his whole life of cultivation seemed worthless in front of ghost cultivators, so he naturally had the above appearance.

"Hehe, not to mention the 2 years of those in the Transformation God Realm, even the Nascent Soul Realm has a full 1 years, that's 1 years!"

At this moment, Zhao Zhengji was uncharacteristically showing a little arrogance, even ignoring the strange eyes of the brothers around him.

"Tens of thousands of years, so many."

Song Qing was still reasonable at this time, he was not like Zhao Zhengji, but he was still shocked in his heart, and murmured in a low voice.

"Xiaoqing, it's better to stop the ghost cultivator's idea, don't say that you have to die once to practice this way, even..."

And at this moment, Tianlang's voice came out from Langye Sword, with a slight sneer at the same time, but Song Qing interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

"Whoever said that I want to practice the ghost way? I don't want such a scary Taoism!"

Hearing that Tianlang's sound transmission actually wanted to interrupt the idea of ​​cultivating the ghost way, Song Qing immediately became angry. He was alive and well, so why die once.

And with Tianlang's help, his way of swordsmanship will definitely be higher than that of ghosts in the future.

"That's fine."

Tianlang's resentful voice came from Langye Sword, just now he was really worried that Song Qing would go astray!

"By the way, Tianlang, what else did you say just now? After that 'even', what else do you want to say?"

Song Qing gradually extinguished the unknown fire in his chest, and only then remembered that Tianlang seemed to have something to say earlier, but he was interrupted by himself, so he asked cheekily through voice transmission.

"It's nothing, it's just that the Dao of Heaven treats all beings equally, and if it gives you some things, it will take away other things from you. Although the ghost cultivator has a lot of lifespan, it is extremely difficult to break through the realm."

Tianlang didn't care what was going on in Song Qing's mind, he spoke leisurely through sound transmission, but there was a trace of coldness in his words.

"Extremely difficult?"

Song Qing asked a question, and at the same time turned his head to look at Li Guixiu's side. There was still a confrontation there, but the coercion spreading over was stronger.

"Well, ghost cultivators are most afraid of thunder and lightning, and the thunder calamity that God sent for them is far stronger than ordinary monks. If it is said that ordinary monks will not succeed in all calamities, then ghost cultivators will not be able to succeed in calamity. It’s one in a thousand.”

In the Langye sword, Tianlang sat cross-legged, his eyes moved down, and the eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

"Unexpectedly..." Song Qing was speechless for a long time.

What Tianlang said is right, under the Dao of Heaven, everything is a humble dog.

And when Song Qing was talking about ghosts and immortals, there were new changes on the side of the elder holding the sword.

I saw that Li Guixiu's hands were like a flywheel pinching the seal, his robe was fierce, his sleeves were flapping, and the sound of wolves crying and howling ghosts could be heard faintly.

"Humph."

Seeing this scene, the sword-wielding elder didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately snorted coldly, his hands were also pinched and sealed, and the three-foot spirit sword in front of him at this time was shining brightly in an instant.

(End of this chapter)