Fantasy World Transmigration

Monk Jingming has planned to get rid of these two ghosts for many years, and he is also familiar with their details. Don't say how powerful their Taoism is, and they even know how many things are in the family. The two Sheshan ghosts have similar cultivation levels, they are both yin and gods who have not lost their form, and they have the magic power of the sect, which is far from the authentic Taoism. It is just that the red-browed ghost Liu Tanglian has a rather vicious magic weapon, fellow Taoist Be more careful."

There are many ways for cultivators to practice Taoism. Apart from the orthodox lineage of the Taoist sect, most heretics accidentally obtained the inheritance of their predecessors to enter the Tao, and then cheated here and there to learn something to supplement their own inheritance. It is extremely difficult to sort out the system.

If it is divided according to the orthodox practice level of Taoism, the side sects are roughly classified into their categories, and there are qi training, yin gods, and yang gods. It is probably because most of the cultivators start with training qi, and then experience a kalpa when they leave the body. If the thoughts are not destroyed by the yin and yin, but are not afraid of yin and poorly condensed, they can be called yin gods. The yin nerves are pure yang and refined, and a little of the pure yin quality fades away. If they can drive things day by day, they are yang god.

If after disasters and catastrophes, the primordial spirit comes out of the body, or if the baby is condensed with substance, or if it is gathered and scattered, and no longer needs its own physical body, it is a loose fairy.

There are also many sayings about Sanxian, like a boy of bliss and tranquility, the primordial spirit roams the universe in the body of a boy, the Sanxian whose mana is close to that of a celestial being, and whose mana is far superior to others. The gap between the supernatural powers of Sanxian who killed with a single sword cannot be measured by reason.

Most of the first-class sword immortals in this world are Sanxian Daoguo, while Buddhism and Demon Sect have other inheritance systems.

Especially Buddhism, because of the unique practice system, entering the world of mortals, wishing to practice wisdom, vowing to save all sentient beings, unlike Taoist monks who are so focused on ascending to the fruit, so there are quite a few old monsters in the world, with immeasurable potential.

And the demons are riddled with evil obstacles, those who are jealous of the heavens, and there are also a few old demons who are not born in the world. The number of ascensions is immeasurable. Dare not to be born.

As for prehistoric alien species, extraterritorial celestial demons, exiled immortals from the upper realm...there are all kinds of things, and it's hard to decide what to do.

Of course, when Chen Ang reincarnated in a different world, his Taoism and mana were not calculated in this world. In the eyes of Monk Jingming, he could touch the threshold of Sanxian. For a decent monk who was reborn only three months after the catastrophe, it was naturally terrifying. Terrible, it also sat down on the footsteps of Chen Ang, who was a monk with a lot of background in his previous life.

Both Sheshan and Shuanggui are just monks who are capable of producing yin gods. In addition, the magic power of the monks from other sects is much lower than that of the righteous way. For Chen Ang, it is naturally easy to catch, and Jing Ming can rest assured.

But magic power and morality are only one of them. When monks fight with swords, they mainly rely on the power of magic weapons and flying swords. Even if he is twice as superb, he will follow his way.

There are still many dangerous ones!

Therefore, Jingming clearly explained to Chen Ang the magic weapon of the flying swords of the Sheshan Shuanggui. The most difficult thing to deal with was an evil magic weapon refined by the red-browed ghost Liu Tang, called the red-browed worm. Liu Tang was born with red eyebrows, and when he heard that Mrs. Tianhu, a senior from the sect, made a white eyebrow needle, which was made by his own long eyebrows, he became infatuated and wanted to make a red eyebrow needle.

If he had really practiced this acupuncture, Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang would have come to kill this bad-thinking scum long ago.

However, he used the unorthodox magic to harvest the blood of many others, and caused a lot of murders, but the unorthodox magic could not be refined. Instead, he refined two monsters, attached to his head to suck blood, and killed him. It makes people look like human beings, to the point where they look like ghosts, living like a skeleton.

On the contrary, he was overjoyed, and regarded the two blood eyebrows as the most precious treasures in his life. Because the blood sucking is like a living thing, he is called the red eyebrow worm. When he spreads it, it looks like two blood lines, and the tarsus pierces the heart. True Qi escapes into the flesh and blood, sucking up all the flesh and bone marrow, very vicious.

Jingming gave Chen Ang more advice, and even took out a little ointment that he practiced hard at home. He practiced hard with his own skills, and applying it on his body can prevent red eyebrow worms. Naturally, Chen Ang didn't need this thing, so he declined up.

Jingming sighed and said: "The red-browed worms are a pair of evil creatures. I figured that even if I killed the two ghosts, I would not be able to prevent the evil creatures from escaping. On the contrary, because no one restrained them, they committed more crimes, and I don't know how many people were killed. Therefore, I have been suffering these two murderers, and I will let them pay for it when I refine the purple gold bowl, the magic weapon to restrain the red-browed worm."

"But man is not as good as heaven is. This time, fellow Taoist has that spiritual flame for refining demons in his hands, and there is no small chance to refine this demon barrier, so I can't help it..." Monk Jingming shook his head.

"This ointment has a peculiar smell. The red-browed worm hates this smell and it is difficult to get close to it, but if you don't get close, you can't use the flame of refining demons. If you don't use it, you can refine it with 90% certainty, but It is my fault, Jing Ming, that caused fellow Taoists to face many unexpected dangers!" Jing Ming clasped his hands together and closed his eyes for a long time before opening his eyes and saying.

"With the blood of my golden body, I draw three talismans on the chest of fellow daoist, so that you can keep you safe!"

"Three talismans..." Chen Ang shook his head and smiled, "One talisman will cost you thirty years of hard work, and the three talismans are equivalent to a half-year-old's skill, don't you think I don't know?"

Chen Ang pointed out a little ever-bright lamp flame, and under the flow of Tianhe's mana, he ignited a river of spiritual fire, which wrapped around him like flowing water. Seeing Jingming's inexplicable persistence in the right way, he suddenly recalled some pictures in his memory. There are those who swear to spread medicine widely in the world of Xiaoao, some who teach the way of chivalry in the world of Star Wars, and some who lead an army led by Tianlong to suppress lawlessness and establish law and order.

These memories all turned into a little flame in my heart, burning quietly.

"I don't need these things..." Chen Ang raised his head and said, with starlight in his eyes: "It's just a sword to kill evil and eliminate evil!"

"Monk! If you leave this matter to me, all your years of hard work will be in vain? If you wait until you become a purple gold bowl and kill these two culprits, you can accumulate 30,000 external skills and hope to ascend!" "You Do you really want to give it to me?"

Monk Jingming clasped his palms together and recited: "One good thought together is the true Tathagata. Thousands of good deeds are not as good as one thought!"

"Okay! Then I'll bring his head to see..." Chen Ang laughed long, and jumped into Changhong to go to Qixia Temple...

A round of glazed sun and moonlight slowly emerged from the back of Monk Jingming's head, and as he sat down, the halo of light suddenly enveloped the entire Fengxiang Peak, from the foot of the mountain to the Luoxia Cave where Meng Nuxian lived in seclusion, the Buddha's light was shining. In this way, no matter what monsters come to harass her, Monk Jingming can protect Fairy Mengnu in just one thought.

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