Heroic Spirit: All My Past Lives Were Summoned By My Daughter

Chapter 29 The Reincarnation of the Demon

 A few days later, southeast of Shuzhou.

 In the mist-shrouded mountains, there are a large number of stone palaces.

This is the base camp of the Guinnu Sect. Due to the changes in the magnetic field of the heaven and earth and the influence of ancient ruins, it is difficult for the outside world to discover them.

 But after the failure of the last mission, the anger of the provincial capital finally burned here.

The atmosphere inside the empty palace is solemn. The surrounding walls are covered with blazing candles. There are only a few busy figures on weekdays.

The nearly seventy-year-old Ghost Slave leader was half-lying on a stone chair, taking off his imperial mask, revealing his cloudy eyes full of unwillingness, looking sadly at a petrified eyeball in his hand.

He found this eyeball from the ruins of the Xuanhuang Realm, and discovered its origin during the continuous excavation process.

 An ancient demon named Guixuluo!

Ghost Xuluo was active thousands of years ago, and his specific identity is difficult to trace, but judging from the traces found, his power has caused the death of many Taoist followers.

The leader of the Gui Slave Sect is very sure that if Gui Xuluo can be contracted, the development of the entire Gui Slave Sect will reach an unprecedented peak from now on!

With this, he can leave Shuzhou and become the overlord of the Xuanhuang Realm for future generations, and even encircle the land and become the king.

What kind of spiritual resources and power positions are all at your fingertips.

 Because of this belief, he invested all the sect power he had developed over decades into it at all costs.

I never expected that I would fall short in the end.

 He was regretful, sad and angry, and in endless pain.

“Who on earth killed all the spiritual masters of my Ghost Slave Sect? Isn’t even the demon sect’s tycoon a rival?”

 The leader of the Ghost Slave cultivator clenched his petrified eyes, so unwilling to do so.

He has been meditating these past few days. Because he has a good understanding of the strength of Lucheng Yingling Academy, his last action should be foolproof.

But it failed. According to the source of the news, it was an unknown ancient heroic spirit that destroyed his layout.

 “My foundation of these decades is gone…”

The leader of the Ghost Slave stood up tremblingly, sighed softly and prepared to leave the base camp.

 He knew that a large number of masters would soon attack Lucheng, and it was no longer a safe place.

However, just as he stood up, a dark wind suddenly hit the entire hall.

The candles on the four walls flickered constantly, seeming to be extinguished.

“There are rumors that the Ghost Slave Sect possesses ancient media. I wonder if this is true or not?”

The faint whisper fell into the ears of the Ghost Slave Cult Leader. His movements when he stood up suddenly became stiff, and his face looked gloomily towards the two figures walking slowly outside the hall.

One of the men has a feminine appearance, standing with his hands behind his hands, and his whole body is full of energy.

Beside him was a young man who looked to be in his teens. His facial features were as clear as a chisel and he was extremely handsome.

“Who are you, sir? Where did you get the news?”

 The leader of the Ghost Slave narrowed his eyes and slowly reached out to take out the Book of Heroic Spirits from his arms.

Unexpectedly, a pressure suddenly fell from the top of his head.

boom!

The leader of the Ghost Slave had a horrified look on his face. His cloudy eyes were shattered by the big palm on the spot, and his forehead bones and neck were fused together in an instant.

Blood spattered and fell on the wall.

There were just two banging sounds, and the petrified eyeball rolled to the ground and was picked up by an ancient heroic spirit.

“Is this the high-level medium of Guixuluo?”

His gleaming eyes were filled with a little fear, and it was obvious that he already knew the origin of Guixuluo.

 “The legendary demon of trouble…”

The man in white let out a long sigh, and slowly stepped forward to take the petrified eyeball. After carefully examining it to confirm that it was correct, he handed it to the young man next to him.

“Let’s try it. With your natural ability, you should be able to contract Guixuluo.”

The young man held the petrified eyeball in his hand, and suddenly felt a chill to his bones, as if the cold air was about to pull him into the abyss.

 His mind was shocked for a moment, but he soon came to his senses.

The eyes immediately became firm, and he immediately sat cross-legged, holding the petrified eyeball in his hand and continuing to murmur.   A summoning ceremony to ancient demons has officially begun.

This process did not last long, and there were faint signs of distortion in the space around the young man, as if there was a terrifying power fluctuation that was about to come in the course of time.

If Li Tongtong and Xia Beini were here, they would see that this young man completed all the rituals in less than ten minutes.

And successfully come into contact with a demon like Guixuluo who lived ten thousand years ago, he will definitely be horrified to the point of turning his face to shame.

You must know that the greater the historical span of a heroic spirit and the stronger its strength, the more cruel the test of its own soul level will be.

By the way, it will take longer.

Xia Beni struggled for two days and two nights in order to contract with the sword master of the South China Sea.

This not only requires absolute talent, but also requires an acquired improvement in soul strength.

 This boy looks to be in his teens, younger than many of the city's top geniuses, but he already possesses such amazing soul strength.

Sudden,

 Poof!

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, blood spurted out with a loud sound, and his whole body trembled crazily.

 “Qiong’er?”

The man in white's expression changed drastically, thinking that the young man had suffered some backlash, but soon there was an aura fluctuation that made him stop breathing and made his whole body feel creepy.

Rumble…

The mist-shrouded mountains suddenly had thunder flashes, and deep black clouds came over them.

The sun was shining brightly, but it suddenly fell into boundless darkness. An ancient evil power tore the space apart, and an old and dark palm was revealed.

This mind-numbing sight fell into the eyes of the man in white and the summoned ancient heroic spirit. They were instantly frightened and their whole bodies were stiff with fear.

The candles on the walls of the hall were instantly extinguished, and wisps of black mist twined out, covering the young man's body.

As the black mist continues to emerge, this monster from ten thousand years ago has finally arrived!

“Why are you calling me?”

 The deep hall seemed to be trapped in a netherworld. As a slow and low voice was conveyed, it seemed to bring the murmurs of countless ghosts and monsters.

The man in white's hair was standing on end and he didn't dare to move.

The ancient heroic spirit's body continued to become distorted, as if it could not withstand the indescribable oppression of the heroic spirit from Guixuluo!

 …

　　Boom!

 The sky above Lucheng was covered with dark clouds.

 Heavy rain fell in torrents, and thunder shimmered over the city.

The heavy rain caught many people off guard, and the roads were full of people running to avoid the rain.

In the Yingling Academy, Shen Changqing held documents in his hands, blowing in the breeze, and couldn't help but look up out of the window.

“Dad, I seem to have condensed an internal cyclone!”

 Shen Miaoke's surprised voice in the room interrupted his thoughts.

 As soon as he turned around, he found that the fluctuations in internal energy had been successfully condensed by Shen Miao.

This also means that Shen Miaoke has completely mastered the Zixia Qi Control Kung Fu, and she can practice it on her own even without Shen Changqing's guidance.

 “Very good, very good.”

Shen Changqing smiled happily. He missed his daughter's infancy, but finally did not miss her growth!

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 (End of this chapter)