The evil cultivation of immortality, starting from an apprentice in a medicine shop

Xiangyang Courtyard.

A black light flashed by, and Qiu Zhen, who was sleeping on his side, suddenly woke up.

Qiu Zhen had a ball of thick black air in his hand, and he looked into the distance, feeling quite satisfied.

"Bai Shu, let's go and kill people."

Qiu Zhen stood up, changed into a new set of clothes that he had never worn before, carried an iron-framed heavy bow on his back, and went out with Bai Shu.

He was not a proper Taoist priest, so he didn't know the rituals of "examination and summoning", nor did he have a handy instrument for examination and summoning, but he understood the principles of the method.

It was nothing more than "establishing a prison to test evil" - evolving the image of Fengdu Hell, interrogating ghosts and demons.

He thought about "Fengdu Hell" and dreamed of "Fengdu". He turned himself into the Emperor of Fengdu, and around him were transformed into civil and military judges, ox-headed and horse-faced, and ghost soldiers and ghost generals, which scared the little ghost silly. He answered whatever he asked, and he didn't dare to hide anything. He sold the owner faster than anything else.

After practicing [Xunfeng Xianlujin], Qiu Zhen ran like a horse, and his speed was no less than Bai Shu.

Under the moonlight, two figures, one big and one small, shuttled through the wild grass like strong wind.

A quarter of an hour later.

In a barren mountain outside Qingmu City, there were roars of beasts and deer in the distance, and frogs and insects chirping nearby.

The clouds and mist were shrouded, the moonlight was dim, and the mountains and fields were pitch black.

Ordinary people, if they don’t hold a lamp, they may not even be able to walk.

Qiu Zhen’s third eye between his eyebrows glowed with golden light. Indistinctly, he saw in the dense forest ahead, teams of "ghost soldiers" wearing black armor and holding bone weapons patrolling in the forest.

"It’s really here."

Qiu Zhen was delighted.

Ordinary acquired martial artists cannot "see" ghosts.

Even if they are innate martial artists, if ghosts do not control the Yin wind to appear, they can only sense the ghost’s aura in the dark and cannot see the ghost’s shape.

That is Qiu Zhen. Although he is only a second-level martial artist, he has cultivated into a "Yin God". His clairvoyance has been further improved, and he has the magical power of [Yin Yang Eyes]. After seeing the soldiers in the dense forest from afar, he immediately stopped.

Speaking of which, Master Yanshan is also an old man in the world. He is cautious in doing things, and he is quite good at military tactics.

Within three miles of the dense forest, there are ghost soldiers lying in wait everywhere, and there are eight teams of soldiers patrolling back and forth. The entire formation is impenetrable. Once someone breaks in, the slightest movement will alarm him.

Whether it is to set up a formation to defend against the enemy or to escape, Master Yanshan has plenty of time to deal with it.

But he met Qiu Zhen.

Qiu Zhen looked around and peeked at the location of the ghost soldiers. The spirit body of the soul frantically deduced the best infiltration route.

Not long after, he held Bai Shu, walked lightly and landed silently towards the forest.

Deep in the dense forest, a simple altar made of stones and mud appeared in front of him, and the incense was rising.

An old Taoist in a tattered Taoist robe sat cross-legged, his body was as thin as a withered, and he kept pinching his fingers in front of the jar on the incense table in front of him, chanting and performing magic.

"Such weak blood and qi."

Qiu Zhen was a little surprised.

The old Taoist in front of him had extremely weak blood and qi, not even comparable to a first-level martial artist, and his whole body exuded a faint smell of decay and decay.

No wonder this old Taoist acted so crazy, it turned out that there was a problem with his practice, and he had to desperately seek opportunities.

The serious practice of Taoism emphasizes "dual cultivation of nature and life", refining essence, qi and spirit, and making gradual progress.

A true Taoist master may not dabble in killing martial arts, but his physical foundation will definitely not be bad, and his vitality is strong.

The old Taoist who raised soldiers and horses obviously belonged to the side door. He raised ghosts all day long and was disturbed by the cold ghost energy. Although his soul was very powerful and his magic was amazing, his body was declining.

If there is no great fortune in the future, he will never have the chance to "refine essence into qi" and will never become a Yin God.

"Boy, why are you sneaking into the Taoist altar!"

Suddenly, the old Taoist sitting cross-legged in the altar opened his eyes and looked at the dense forest. His old eyes exuded coldness:

"Do you really think I am deaf and blind!!"

As he spoke, the old Taoist pinched the magic formula with his hands, and a black qi barrier appeared around the altar, protecting it firmly.

Then, the dense forest was filled with gusts of cold wind, the sound of ghosts crying and howling, and faintly, there was the sound of weapons clashing, and the ghosts soon surrounded Qiu Zhen.

Qiu Zhen, who had been planning to launch a sneak attack with a bow and arrow, was a little surprised when he heard this, but he was not afraid and walked out of the forest.

"Old Taoist, have you discovered me a long time ago?"

Qiu Zhen was calm, but he was still confused.

He was sure that the patrolling ghosts did not discover him.

"You are indeed quite capable. You quietly evaded the patrol of my soldiers. What a pity, what a pity."

The old Taoist smiled sinisterly on his dry and wrinkled face, and looked at Qiu Zhen. After a peek, he calmed down a little and sneered:

"Your blood and qi, you have passed one or two levels, and there is still a little fox demon. Haha, you are really brave."

"Coo~Coo~"

As he spoke, the sound of birds came from the forest.

Mountain owl?

Owl?

Qiu Zhen vaguely guessed something.

Just now, he did find owls on the tree, but they were not monsters, he just thought they were ordinary birds and beasts in the forest, so he didn't care.

He never expected that the owls were actually raised by the old Taoist priest.

As expected of an old man in the martial arts world, he really has many tricks. With soldiers and horses protecting him, he actually arranged this trick, which is really hard to guard against.

He didn't lose the fight, but he lost clearly in terms of martial arts experience.

"Boy, you are calm!"

Master Yanshan looked gloomy and asked:

"Who are you? Why did you break into my altar?"

Qiu Zhen looked calm:

"I have a good friend who is a monk. He died in your hands a few days ago."

"You are the accomplice of that monk!"

The old Taoist suddenly realized that the other party was seeking revenge. He sneered in his heart and looked at Qiu Zhen as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Little martial artist, you also want to learn the loyalty of young people. You don't know what it means!"

The old Taoist snorted coldly, pinched the magic formula with one hand, and held a small black flag with the other hand.

The wind was rolling in the forest, and the sand and stones were flying.

In a short moment, hundreds of armored ghost soldiers surrounded Qiu Zhen tightly. The soldiers and horses were connected to each other, as if they had formed some kind of formation.

Ordinary martial artists, let alone second-level martial artists, even fourth-level and fifth-level masters like Wu Xiaowei of the Demon Suppression Division, were alone and surrounded by soldiers and horses, which was also dangerous.

Facing the siege of soldiers and horses, Qiu Zhen did not take the heavy iron bow behind him, but stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Qiu Zhen did not move, but the soldiers under the command of the old Taoist of Yanshan moved, each holding a bone spear, bone knife, and bone sword, howling and killing. The black qi in the forest rolled, covering the sky and the earth, ready to drown a man and a fox at any time.

Encountering the siege of hundreds of soldiers and horses, even the demon-suppressing Captain Wu could hardly resist.

However, at this moment, Qiu Zhen moved, and a strong spiritual consciousness suddenly burst out.

The robes rolled.

One by one, yellow talisman paper flew out and surrounded his body.

Under the blessing of spiritual consciousness, the yellow talisman paper was suddenly activated, lightning flashed, and the lightning talismans were connected, turning into a lightning shield to protect Qiu Zhen.

"Zizizi~"

The lightning flashed, and in front of the most rigid and yang thunder, a group of murderous soldiers instinctively stopped their steps and shrank back.

"Xuanmen Thunder Method."

On the altar, the old Taoist Yanshan, who was originally confident of victory, suddenly changed color. He looked at Qiu Zhen, who was standing with his hands behind his back and urging his powerful spiritual consciousness, and his withered body trembled all over:

"You... You are a powerful Yin God!"