Dragon and Tiger Taoist

A cold atmosphere filled the Huangting Blessed Land.

"Is this where?"

Youyouran opened his eyes, the halo stung his eyes, and Jing Hong felt his head was filled with mush.

"who I am?"

"Where is this?"

"Who are you?"

The figures overlapped, and he could clearly see the figure sitting on the stone lotus. Although he was full of doubts, Jing Hong still reacted instinctively, and it was only at this time that he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Lowering his head and spreading his palms, the former flesh and blood body had disappeared, replaced by a cold ghost body. Looking at this scene, his mind became more and more confused. Jing Hong stood there blankly, as if he was stupid.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly. Even if he used Zhuang Yuan's power of resurrection to help Jing Hong reunite his soul body and transform into a ghost with the intention of seeing gods, Jing Hong's own consciousness still became fragmented.

"Chier, you still haven't woken up!"

Tiangang Method Tongyou worked hard, and Zhang Chunyi let out a soft drink.

Rumble, like thunder, as Zhang Chunyi's words fell, a thunder seemed to pass through Jing Hong's chaotic mind, splitting the chaos, and fragments of past memories began to emerge one by one.

"I am Jing Hong."

"I am the Lord of Great Li."

"I want to break through and see God, I want to become the king of the world."

The confusion in his eyes dissipated, and his tyrannical will gave rise to eyes that looked like reality. A world-dominating aura burst out from Jing Hong's two-meter-tall ghost body, and the Overlord Spear that had turned into a ghost naturally appeared in his hand.

"The breakthrough to see God failed. I should be dead. Was it you who turned me into what I am now?"

"Here and there, what do you want to do?"

After regaining consciousness, he pointed the tip of his gun at an angle and looked at Zhang Chunyi sitting cross-legged on the stone lotus. Jing Hong was full of vigilance. All the changes now had gone beyond his original understanding.

At this moment, a deep tiger roar sounded, and a terrifying pressure fell on Jing Hong.

"This power..."

The soul and the ghost body simultaneously let out overwhelmed groans, as if a sacred mountain was pressing down on him. If he hadn't withdrawn the Overlord Spear in time and struck the ground with it, Jing Hong would have almost fallen to his knees.

"What kind of beast is this?"

Barely able to steady his body, he couldn't even move his fingers. The shadow became thicker and thicker. Looking at the black tiger slowly getting up, Jing Hong was filled with horror.

He once led an army to suppress the ferocious beast rebellion, and killed more than a thousand ferocious beasts with his own hands, but the total number of ferocious beasts was not as terrifying as the black tiger in front of him. In front of this black tiger, the power he was once proud of was not worth it. Mention it.

The figure was completely shrouded in shadow, and death seemed to be right in front of him. Jing Hong wanted to struggle but couldn't, and then a tiger claw landed lightly on his shoulder.

Buzz, the indescribable terrifying power dropped, and he could no longer hold on. Jing Hong's legs softened and he knelt down directly. In an instant, the ground was torn apart, but the terrifying power still did not dissipate, as if it was about to completely trample Jing Hong into the soil. inside.

But at this moment, another voice quietly sounded.

"Okay, Montenegro."

Hearing this, he glanced at Jing Hong coldly, retracted his paws, yawned, and walked back to Zhang Chunyi. Heishan lay on the ground again and slowly closed his eyes.

"I can answer your previous question. Your current appearance is indeed related to me. Now you are no longer a human being, but have become a ghost."

"As for this, it's Longhu Mountain."

Turning his gaze towards Jing Hong, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

Hearing this, Jing Hong was stunned.

Longhu Mountain, is this Longhu Mountain? As the top warrior in Paradise, Jing Hong is no stranger to the name, because the martial ancestor who spread his martial arts to the world came from Longhu Mountain. To a certain extent, all warriors in the world are disciples of Longhu Mountain. However, since No one knows where Longhu Mountain is.

In order to pursue a higher realm of martial arts, warriors all over the world have never given up looking for Longhu Mountain for hundreds of years, including him, but they all failed. Longhu Mountain seemed to not exist, but now someone told him that he had arrived. Longhu Mountain, this was the most ridiculous thing in the world, but when he saw the black tiger lying on the ground, as if sleeping, he couldn't say anything to refute it.

After personal experience, he was very sure that the power of the black tiger had far exceeded that of the so-called God-Seeing Warrior.

"Is this really Longhu Mountain?"

Struggling to get up from the ground, Jing Hong still couldn't believe it even though he was sure in his heart.

After hearing this, Zhang Chun pointed to Jing Hong one by one without much explanation.

A cold feeling came, and his consciousness became clearer than ever before. Jing Hong saw the paradise, saw Liu Er, who was called the Martial Ancestor, saw Xu Zhi who had become the king of the world, saw the prosperous Daqian Dynasty, and then He saw the Renyan Tower and Longhu Mountain.

"It turns out we are just frogs in a well."

His worldview was impacted, and even with Jing Hong's temperament, he was in a trance for a while.

"There is a sky beyond the sky, and this world is far more exciting than I expected!"

After the trance, a bright light appeared in Jing Hong's eyes.

The world is vast, and there are immortal immortals. Here, his martial arts may reach a new height. As a human, he has died, but as a ghost, he has just begun, and there is still hope to continue climbing up.

In just a few breaths, Jing Hong accepted the fact that he had turned into a ghost. For him, people or ghosts were not that important. He just wanted to continue pursuing his martial arts.

"Can martial arts lead to immortality?"

Looking at Zhang Chunyi with fiery eyes, Jing Hong asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Chunyi shook his head in response to Jing Hong's gaze.

"I don't know. Currently, there is no immortal person in martial arts. The strongest person can only meet the gods. As for whether there is a way forward, no one knows."

Hearing this, Jing Hong's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon turned firm again.

"Be born as a hero and die as a ghost. Since martial arts has no future, let me practice it, but this body..."

With a firm will, Jing Hong frowned as he carefully sensed his body. This body had a lot of power, but this power was far from martial arts, without even a trace of energy and blood.

"The foundation of martial arts is actually will, which is the power of the heart. Qi and blood are actually just auxiliary, or in other words, it is the power that humans are most likely to have access to."

Understanding Jing Hong's confusion, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

As a ghost, Jing Hong does not have the power of Qi and blood, but this does not mean that he cannot practice martial arts. Liu Er practices martial arts with a demon body. At first, it was indeed based on Qi and blood, but later he perfectly integrated the demon power into it. , nothing wrong.

"I have a volume of Ghost Immortal Heritage here, which may help you clear up your doubts."

As he spoke, a line of inheritance appeared in Zhang Chunyi's hands. This is the ghost immortal way created by the ghost mother. It can help ghosts further condense their ghost bodies and make up for their natural flaws. Their essence is closer to that of immortals. The most important thing is to practice this line of inheritance. It can better stabilize self-awareness and not easily get lost in bloodlust and paranoia.

With this inheritance, Jing Hong can make up for the inherent shortcomings of ghosts and open the door to martial arts.

After hearing this and looking at the volume of inheritance in Zhang Chunyi's hand, Jing Hong's eyes suddenly lit up.