Great Dao Ji

"What?"

In just an instant, he had already broken through the obstruction of the Bone Man Demon!

Seeing the overwhelming sword light, the black-clothed Taoist's complexion changed drastically, the hairs all over his body suddenly exploded, and the ultimate sharp cutting feeling spread in his body.

This sword light was incredibly sharp, and the mana aura around him was broken open almost instantly, touching his body.

In an instant, an unprecedented death crisis filled his mind.

talisman,

spells,

Mana!

Move!

The black-clothed Taoist's eyes were about to burst, and he was wildly pumping his magic power.

However, An Qisheng's combat experience is so rich and his speed is so fast?

Not to mention that the moment he stopped before, he had already fallen asleep and understood all the methods of this Taoist priest in black!

With one strike, you can use thousands of spells, but there is no room for them to be used!

Chi chi chi~~~

Just for a moment, the invisible mana aura has been cut into complete pieces by the hatchet blessed with the divine will of the royal sword.

Then, the sword light was like a prison or a sea, drowning the Taoist in black!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The miserable howl like a ghost broke through the night sky and echoed throughout Xiaozhang Village.

"This, this"

Listening to the miserable screams, even Sa Wuling hated the Taoist in black and couldn't help but shudder.

I can't imagine what kind of pain he must have endured to scream so miserably.

Phew~

It seemed that just for a moment, the sword light had disappeared.

Sa Wuling swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked over.

I saw the black-clothed Taoist standing upright, but he had lost his breath.

When the night wind blew, his black clothes flew away instantly.

Then, large areas of flesh and blood flowed down from his limbs and torso like water.

In just an instant, it had become a blood-red skeleton!

Is this a knife?

Although Sa Wuling had seen countless dead bodies in his life, he felt nauseated and couldn't describe his feelings.

He looked at An Qisheng.

In the night wind, he stood with his sword in hand. The ferocious claw protruded by the white-skeletal demon stopped out of control only an inch away from his back because of the death of its master.

It seems to have been rigorously calculated.

"Senior, senior"

Sa Wuling's scalp was numb, and when he looked at An Qisheng, his eyes seemed to be seeing ghosts and gods, and he was rolling in awe twice as much.

My limbs felt a little weak for a while.

This, this senior is not a good person, he is too ruthless.

"This level of mana aura after being punished is quite interesting."

An Qisheng glanced at the soul of the black-clothed Taoist who was floating above the skeleton in front of him, his face twisted and ferocious, and in extreme pain, and he thought deeply.

One sword kills, and a thousand swords also kills. He does not think that a thousand swords can relieve anger than one sword.

The reason why this sword cut so fiercely was naturally because of the magical aura of the black-clothed Taoist.

For practitioners in this world, there is a saying that they can reach the nine levels of heaven.

The first level of Qi nourishment, this level can only strengthen the body and prolong life, but it can only be defeated by a hundred people at most. It is as common as this Sa Wuling, and there are many people who are not as good as those in the martial arts.

But once you get the Heavenly Scepter and step into the second level of Shoujun, it is no longer comparable to ordinary people.

Once the mana is condensed, the body will spontaneously generate a mana aura that is invulnerable to mortals.

This aura is not only invulnerable, but can even recover automatically. Therefore, An Qisheng chopped the entire mana aura with one knife, and naturally his body was also chopped clean.

Like a shaved banana.

"My body, my body! Ahhhh!! You are so cruel! So cruel!!!"

The Taoist in black roared ferociously, his soul stretched, and he wanted to fight An Qisheng for his life, but he was nailed to the ground with a knife.

The soul is void, and the hatchet is solid.

However, the actual hatchet nailed the void soul to death. This scene made Sa Wuling feel weak again.

I have seen that hatchet before, and there is nothing strange about it.

Could it be that it's still a magic weapon?

"Skeleton, what does this mean compared to what you did?"

An Qisheng looked indifferent.

He didn't just try his methods when he fell into a dream with this white-bone guy before. He had already seen what he had done before with a sudden glance.

The emperor kills his closest relatives, puts the person into the frying pan, peels off his scalp, and pours mercury and other liquid metal into the living person, one by one. These are vicious techniques that he has never seen before in both worlds.

Calling him a beast is an insult to a beast.

"Let me go, otherwise you will die too, and you will definitely die miserably!"

Bai Guzi's soul was twisted and screaming.

Bai Guzi is gradually going crazy.

This is not because of a huge blow, but because there is too much resentment and bad luck between the heaven and the earth. The soul is in it, just like a drop of water dripping into the sea of ​​ink, and it is easy to be affected or even assimilated by it.

In the end, he became an evil ghost who could only kill like crazy.

"White Bones, from the Qing Dynasty, a native of Yantai Prefecture. He studied literature when he was young, but failed. Later he studied martial arts, but failed again. He lost all his family wealth. He got the incomplete secret book of the evil sect in the loss. He has practiced secretly for forty years now."

An Qisheng glanced at him lightly:

"Did you use the bones of your blood relatives to write this chapter on the White Bone Man and Demon? You don't have a mother, and your father brought you up. I think these bones belong to your father!

Now, you are like relatives and friends, you have no close friends, and you have no sect inheritance. You can be said to be a lonely ghost.

Am I right? "

"You, you"

Bai Gu Zi's soul trembled, sometimes stretched, sometimes leaned back, and sometimes rushed forward, but was nailed to the ground by the hatchet and could not touch An Qisheng's sleeve at all.

"Who are you, who are you? How could you know? How could you know?"

Bai Gu Zi was shocked.

These things, no one else knew, some things, even he himself forgot, how could this person know?

Who is he?

An Qisheng naturally did not answer, he picked up the fist-sized incense burner in his palm, and shook it casually, and it was taken into the incense burner while Bai Gu Zi struggled violently.

"Who are you?"

The incense burner trembled, and Bai Guzi roared unwillingly:

"You can't be an ordinary person, impossible!"

"Bai Guzi"

An Qisheng's eyes rippled, and the information of Dao Yitu reappeared:

[199 points of Dao power consumed]

[Bai Guzi: 67/162 (the former is the present, the latter is the life span)]

[Original trajectory one: Born in the human world of the Emperor Heaven Realm, Yantai Mansion of the Great Qing Dynasty, was born to defeat his mother, was neither good at literature nor martial arts when he was young, and later obtained the incomplete secret book of the evil sect, and sacrificed the flesh and blood of his relatives, and was granted the talisman by the heaven. Later, he traveled around and nurtured a peerless demon with the blood and essence of countless people]

[In the 97,690th year of the Emperor Heaven, on the eve of the sacrifice to the Lord of the Netherworld, he was killed by Xie Qi, the White Impermanence]

One hundred and ninety-nine points of Dao power!

This is one of the reasons why An Qisheng kept him.

This white bone man has collected up to 200 pieces of information, almost one-fifth of the zombie king Zhushang. Needless to say, he should have been a figure of the next hundred years.

Of course, originally.

"The Lord of the Netherworld Sacrifice"

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a long breath and picked up the hatchet.

According to the memory of the white bone man, he also understood the words he heard when the strange Yin God came three days ago.

It is the Lord of the Netherworld Sacrifice!

Those ghosts seem to be one of the sacrifices of this great sacrifice

Using souls as sacrifices?

The sacrifices have been prepared a hundred years in advance. What kind of sacrifice should this be?

"I, why am I here?"

"Ah! Dead people, dead people!"

"Bone, bones, monsters!"

As the soul-bewitching incense dissipated, hundreds of villagers in front of the ancestral hall woke up one after another.

Seeing the zombies, bones, and smelly blood in front of the ancestral hall, they were scared and fled madly.

Even though Sa Wuling had a high prestige, by the time he had explained everything, the sky was getting cold.

"I thank the Master for saving my life!"

"Thank you for saving my life!"

"Master"

After coming to his senses, the villagers, although still afraid, all came forward to thank him and offered him various foods and silver.

After declining the silver and accepting the food, An Qisheng left Xiaozhang Village by himself. Behind him, the tall white-bone demon followed closely.

This white-bone demon condensed the magic power of the white-bone demon for forty years of cultivation. Even without its owner, it was a great threat to ordinary people.

Of course, he had to take it away.

Behind him, Sa Wuling was grunting and pushing a wooden cart full of food, vegetables, and even some fruits and vegetables, following behind with difficulty.

In this wave, the talismans he had accumulated were almost used up.

He could only push it hard by himself.

Back at the charity cemetery, Sa Wuling was very diligent. After arranging all the food and vegetables neatly, he pulled his arm and started to cook.

After dealing with the white bone demon, he was in a good mood.

In this way, when the ten-year period is over, he can join the Tianyi Sect under the recommendation of the court and get the method of "receiving the talisman".

Woo~

The yellow dog kept circling the white bone demon, looking at the latter's white as jade, with the bones emitting a bright blood light inside, and drooling all over the floor.

The white bone demon condensed by Bai Guzi for forty years, and the fluctuations of mana contained in it, are naturally a great attraction for this yellow dog who has a faint sign of spiritual wisdom.

The man and the dog are busy.

An Qisheng ignored it and sat on the bench in the yard to clean up his spoils.

Bai Guzi has practiced for forty years, so he naturally has a family background, but the zombies and little ghosts have been killed, and the remaining things are very limited.

In addition to some silver coins, there is the incense burner that can hold souls.

This incense burner is also used by Bai Gu Zi to extract the souls of others. Of course, it is now the place where his soul resides.

"The White Bone Demon Chapter of the Strange Evil Method"

An Qisheng's eyes were half open and half closed, digesting Bai Gu Zi's memory.

An evil cultivator who has received the talisman naturally knows more than a Taoist priest like Sa Wuling.

The practice of the Huangtian Realm is divided into nine levels of Tongtian.

Many secret books of practice are divided into five types: tactics, methods, classics, scriptures, and Tao.

This strange evil method seems to be at the second level, but in fact, in this Huangtian Realm, it is already an extremely profound secret book.

This white bone magic can also achieve the eight levels of Tongtian and the great method of Yuanshen Realm!

The third update is here, good night everyone!