Big dreamer

Half a day later.

The ground near the Ginkgo Sacred Tree rumbled and trembled. A layer of rich yellow light suddenly appeared on the white stone pillars, and they submerged into the ground one after another. A yellow light curtain that was ten times thicker slowly emerged from the ground, shrouding the Ginkgo Sacred Tree. Among them.

The light curtain was in the shape of a hemisphere, more than ten feet thick, high into the sky, extending to the left and right to the end of the field of vision, with no edges visible at all, and looked indestructible.

"This is the Qiankun Mystic Forbidden Formation? Such a large formation, even if a late-stage True Immortal monk like Master comes, he can't even think of breaking through it!" Lian Shan looked at the giant ** formation and couldn't help but admire it.

"Although this formation is mysterious, the three of us need to work together to maintain its operation, and we can't be separated for a moment. The protection of the master's palace is also very important. Without the manpower available, everyone will have to work hard for a long time." said the snake. .

"Understood." Lianshan and Guizang agreed.

The three demons sat in the void and activated the magic circle.

Time passes, and a day and a night pass in the blink of an eye.

In the short mountain cave, Shen Luo opened his eyes. The green light on his body slowly faded away, and his tense complexion relaxed.

After a day and night of practice, he had driven away as much demonic energy as possible from his own vitality. Although a lot of it remained in the end, it no longer corroded other vitality.

However, as more and more of his life energy was eroded by demons, he could clearly feel his mind becoming more restless, and thoughts of bloodthirsty killings would arise at every turn.

"This can't continue like this. We must reach the True Immortal stage as soon as possible and use the thunder to fortify our body. Otherwise, our body will not be infected by the demonic energy and we will have turned into a bloodthirsty monster." Shen Luo frowned and thought to himself.

He then shook his head, used the Improper Calming Method to stabilize his mind, closed his eyes and practiced his skills to refine the skyrocketing mana.

The blue light radiated from his body, flooding his body like a tide, but the waves of blue light were obviously a little unstable.

Soon another ten days passed.

As the blue light around Shen Luo gradually faded away, he slowly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

During this period, while he was running the Improper Calming Technique to stabilize his mind, he was also running the Unnamed Kung Fu to consolidate his cultivation. Although it was very hard, the effect was very good.

In only half a month, his cultivation state was completely stabilized and he could continue to improve his cultivation.

After pondering for a moment, Luo turned over his hand and took out something, but it was not a yuan of true water, but the Fengling Xianzao.

He had just used his spiritual consciousness to sense Wu Man'er and Xiao Bailong, and was still recovering from their injuries. However, with Wu Man'er's ability and Xiao Bailong's cultivation, he should be able to recover soon.

Based on the hatred between the little white dragon and the nine-headed insect, he must fight him again.

He also wants to improve his strength as soon as possible, and currently the fastest way to improve is to take this Fenglingxian Zao to improve the practice of Huangting Jing.

Moreover, Fengleixianzao is extremely rich in spiritual power, and it is also beneficial to Wuming Kung Fu after taking it.

Shen Luo waved his sleeves, and array flags fell everywhere in the secret room, and several more layers of restrictions were opened.

After doing this, he opened his mouth and swallowed Xia Feng Lei Xian Zao.

Sizzle...

Countless golden electric sparks erupted from half of Shen Luo's body, and thunder and lightning spewed out from every pore. He looked like a thunder god.

But on the other half of his body, blue storms emerged, wrapping around his skin and flying in all directions, making a whining sound.

Two powerful spiritual powers surged through his body, quickly penetrating into every part of his body.

The power of the wind spirit was nothing more. The golden thunder and lightning contained the powerful power of thunder spirit. Wherever it passed, the remaining demonic energy from his previous demonization was swept away, and his whole body felt much more relaxed.

"This golden thunder and lightning seems to have a strong magical power to destroy demons. It's great. With the power of thunder and lightning, I will be more confident in fighting against demonic energy in the future." Shen Luo felt happy in his heart, and used the Huangting Sutra to spread the power of thunder and lightning to all parts of his body. at.

Wherever the golden thunder and lightning passed, not only was the remaining demonic energy swept away, but the muscles and meridians were also channeled, making the whole person feel as if they were in heaven.

Just as the golden lightning passed through his right shoulder, a biting cold breath suddenly emerged from his shoulder, accompanied by the sound of Jie Jie and ghosts screaming, and the temperature of the entire secret room suddenly dropped.

Before Shen Luo could react, a thick black smoke shot out from his shoulder, manifesting into a ghost-headed shadow several feet in size, reaching up to the roof and down to the ground.

The ghost's head was green and black, with no hair on his head. He looked like a monk. His eyes were as big as copper bells, shining with a faint cold light. His bloody mouth was filled with jagged fangs, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour. .

Shen Luo's expression changed, he stood up suddenly, and stopped refining the Fengling Xian Zao.

He recognized this black ghost head. It was the same black ghost that shot out of the stone box when he obtained the nameless skill, and then turned into a pattern and adsorbed on his body.

Back then, after he broke through the Qi Refining Stage, the ghost head pattern disappeared. No matter what method he used, he could not find it. He thought it had completely disappeared. Now it seems that the ghost head just hid his whereabouts and lurked inside. Deeper inside his body.

Now this black ghost head is several times bigger than before, and its aura has also increased sharply. It is almost comparable to that of a monk in the Mahayana stage. Compared with that time, it is simply a huge difference.

"I didn't expect you were still here. It was thanks to your help that I was able to successfully understand Dharma nature and embark on the path of cultivating immortals. Tell me your origins and I won't make things difficult for you." Shen Luo quickly put it away. Surprised, he said lightly.

But the black ghost head didn't seem to have much intelligence. He stared at Shen Luo with blood-red eyes and opened his mouth to let out a sharp scream.

In an instant, the whole secret room was suddenly filled with the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, which was extremely harsh.

Streams of black sound waves spurted out, exuding an indestructible edge. Deep dents were made on the floor and walls of the secret room, overwhelming the sky and the earth towards Shenluo.

Shen Luo shook his head slightly and raised his hand.

There was a sound of water, and a thick blue water appeared in front of him.

The black sound waves hit the blue water and disappeared, as if a huge boulder had fallen into the sea, leaving only waves.

Shen Luo was startled. The water light he summoned contained a lot of mana. The power was indeed extraordinary, but it was still beyond his expectation that it could resist these black sound waves so easily.

"Is this black ghost head just a strong man on the outside?" He thought to himself, raising his hand to use the Pure Yang Sword to subdue this ghost creature.

But at this moment, the Yin energy in the secret room suddenly became strong, and a thin and low cry suddenly sounded. It sounded like a baby's voice, high-pitched and low, confusing, and extremely irritating.

These crying sounds were like a thin needle, thrust into the depths of Shen Luo's mind unexpectedly.

He immediately felt dizzy, his body stood there frozen, and then his limbs began to tremble like a dance, which was beyond his control.

"The soul-stirring magic sound!" Shen Luo's heart jumped suddenly.

He has seen this terrifying ghost power in the classics. Once he is possessed by this technique, even if his cultivation level is higher than that of the ghost, he will not be able to break free. He can only watch his soul sink deeper and deeper, and finally become a ghost. A puppet, controlled by it for life.

However, this technique is extremely rare. Even in the underworld, only beings of the level of Lord Yama of the Tenth Palace can perform it.