Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The wind was howling, the sand and the stones were flying. In Huangshan Village, Wang Xuebin narrowed his eyes and stared at the bottom of the lake, carefully searching for the remains of Chu Renmei's corpse.

The remains of corpses are the last thing left by ghosts in the world, and they are also the weakest weakness of every evil spirit.

As long as the corpse does not disappear for a day, the last trace of connection between the evil ghost and the world will not be cut off for a day.

This weakness of evil ghosts is also the core of some evil magicians' method to control evil ghosts.

Although Maoshan Technique is an authentic Taoist sect, it has many opportunities to deal with monsters and monsters for thousands of years, and often comes into contact with some strange magic.

For example, soul-summoning technique - using the remains of the dead to summon souls!

This technique was originally a method of shaman immortals. It was usually used to summon relatives who died, eliminate the pain of missing people, or ask some things that only those who died knew about it.

But later, this technique was used by some evil people. They used their corpses to attract evil spirits and imprison them, cultivated them into evil spirits with the aura of evil spirits, and finally used secret techniques to drive evil spirits to do evil.

This technique was once very popular when it first appeared, but later because of its low cost performance, it was gradually abandoned by evil people.

Because this kind of ghost that comes from the soul has no obsession at all, once it comes into contact with the evil spirit, it will completely lose its intelligence, resulting in not being able to understand any commands.

Using this kind of evil spirit to do evil is the same as taking Erha to see the family. No one can guarantee whether it is to hurt others or yourself!

However, after this battle, the name of soul-summoning technique has spread in the magic world, and some officials even use soul-summoning technique to summon things and investigate cases.

The most famous one is Bao Gong, who has broken yin and yang!

"Guanlan, in the water!"

Uncle Jiu, who was leaning on the stone chair behind him, also guessed Wang Xuebin's purpose, straightened his body, and followed him carefully to search.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin quickly looked up and saw a corpse wrapped in a straw mat, drifting with the flow in the middle of the water dragon.

It’s hard to blame Wang Xuebin, but there was not even a trace of ghost energy on this corpse.

There is no way. Wang Xuebin's experience in catching ghosts is not as good as the old world of Uncle Jiu. In Uncle Jiu's eyes, such a corpse without a trace of ghost energy is far more suspicious than a corpse full of ghost energy.

"In the water? I thought it would be safe to hide in the water?"

Wang Xuebin, who found the corpse, finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the corpse could be found, Chu Renmei would not be able to escape his claws...

Human claws...

It's nothing right, it means that...

Wang Xuebin raised his right hand to his face, flipped his palm, and a flame lit up in his palm, sending the flame to his mouth, and blew it hard.

I saw endless flames shooting into the sea of ​​wind like arrows, and the wind assisted the fire. In just an instant, the sky and the earth were dyed into the color of flames.

The blazing fireworks firmly blocked the water dragon, and in a moment, the water dragon boiled.

The sea water is still flowing backwards, and the water dragon is still boiling. The only change is that Chu Renmei's control over water is getting weaker and weaker.

In the water dragon, Chu Renmei was still struggling hard. The unjust souls driven by it rushed into the flame one by one, trying to stop the flame from burning.

Suddenly, a dark and brown ghost energy pierced from the bottom of the lake and attacked Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu.

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, pulled out a peach wood sword with his right hand, wiped the sword with his left hand, and threw the sword straight into the direction of the ghost energy [Biqudao      ].

Wang Xuebin has prepared thousands of such peach wood swords, all of which are made by himself.

Peach wood comes from Feicheng, Qi State. Feicheng is about a hundred miles west of Mount Tai and has the largest peach forest in China.

In order to make a peach wood sword, Wang Xuebin cut more than half of the peach wood from Feicheng, Qi State for about 20 years.

There was no way, and he also wanted to make a sword for a thousand-year-old peach tree. Unfortunately, the peach tree could only last for more than twenty years at most, while the dry and dry trees were not round at all, and they were really not good-looking. They could only settle for the second best and win by quantity.

The wooden sword stabbed the ghost energy and instantly shattered into gray-black dust. Seeing that the ghost energy had been eliminated, Wang Xuebin smiled slightly, waved his hand to summon a hundred swords and lined up in front of him.

He waved his hand and used the activation technique to consecrate the spirit, raised his hand and pointed it, and followed the direction of the ghost energy attacking, and shot it over.

‘Ba!Ba!Ba!’

A series of explosions were like firecrackers, and peach wood swords were blown to ashes. Wang Xuebin waved his right hand and summoned a hundred swords again, and a wiping of the activation technique, stabbed them out.

"Guanlan, you..."

Looking at the full-blown peach wood swords, Uncle Jiu couldn't help feeling distressed. You know, it's so difficult to find a suitable peach tree to make a wooden sword in Hong Kong Island!

Hearing Uncle Jiu’s cry, Wang Xuebin turned around and looked over with confusion. Uncle Jiu’s face turned red with his eyes. He simply waved his hand and shook his head and said:

"It's okay, it's better to be a little frugal!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin seemed to understand something, and once again pulled out a peach wood sword with good quality, wiped the activation technique, and handed it to Uncle Jiu.

This kind of peach wood sword is a consumable for him, but for Uncle Jiu, it is a treasure!

Just like a chef loves kitchen knives and a writer loves keyboards, as a Taoist priest, how could Uncle Jiu not like the peach wood sword?

Seeing the Taomu Sword, Uncle Jiu didn't even be polite. He took the Taomu Sword and without saying a word, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and started to wipe it carefully.

In other words, the conditions here are simple and there is no way. If he is at home, he must first apply oil and wax the Mu Jian and take care of it carefully!

The peach wood swords stabbed out, and the mud at the bottom of the lake seemed to have been boiling violently.

A ghost with long green hair and blood flowing on his face swayed out of the mud.

It used all four limbs and lay in the mud, with irregular misalignment of all limbs. It was obvious that it had received extremely violent torture and torture during its lifetime.

The long hair is black but dry without any texture. The cheeks are covered by the long hair, and only empty eyes can be seen vaguely.

A green robe was ragged, and this ragged dress could not cover its body like dry firewood.

The evil ghost lay on the ground, staring at Wang Xuebin with its empty eyes. The gaze that was as solid as it was, Wang Xuebin's brow jumped straight.

When this ghost first looks, it gives people a feeling of resentment. If you look closely, a hint of nameless hatred will arise from the bottom of your heart.

I don’t know who I hate or what I hate, but I just hate, only hate!

"The Chu people are beautiful!"

"Wang A sir, you and I did not violate the river water and had no grudges. You know why I killed people. I just wanted to take revenge. What's wrong with me!

Why do you have to fight each other?

Why!"

The strong wind was still howling, the flames were also rumbling, and the sea water was still pouring backwards, but Chu Renmei had completely lost control of the lake water.

"Why? Where are there so many whys?"

The voice of Chu Renmei's true body is not only hoarse and hard like an ordinary ghost, but is also very clear and pleasant. There is a hint of seductiveness in his voice, which is very inconsistent with its appearance.

Uncle Jiu and Wang Xuebin, who heard Chu Renmei's voice, looked at each other, and kept their minds in a cautious manner to avoid the truth. In a century, Chu Renmei had already practiced the ability to bewitch.

"If I had met you a hundred years ago, I would have chosen to avenge you and then save you!

But now, your revenge is over, and you are still stranded in the world and you can't go to love. If you kill people, how can I let you go!"

As he said that, Wang Xuebin narrowed his eyes and his aura was full of ostentatiousness. He looked more evil than Chu Ren.

"Don't tell me, the corpses are everywhere at the bottom of the lake, and they are all your enemies!"

As he said that, he stepped lightly under his feet, and the bottom of the lake suddenly became shaking. As the bottom of the lake fluctuated, the dead bones that had been unjustly killed showed their horrific and fearful faces left by their deaths.

The mud faded away, and the entire bottom of the lake was filled with corpses, without any place to settle down!