The spiritual energy has revived, and all the exercises I compiled have been practiced

In the night.

A ghost with a bloody hole on its forehead and a hideous face ran fast in the field.

Fang Qiuchan followed closely behind.

"Interesting."

"Either run to the crowded village, or run to Mount Tai, interesting."

"Does it have consciousness or is it really like what is described in literary works, needing to kill people and suck blood?"

"Or is it simply yearning for a place with more spiritual energy?"

Seeing more than a dozen tents pitched together on the country road ahead, Fang Qiuchan let out a long whistle as a reminder, then speeded up, rushed to the ghost and punched it.

Immediately, the ghost showed a look of hatred on his face, changed direction, and continued to run.

"Looking at this situation, maybe it really wants to absorb blood food to strengthen itself?"

"But if you want to hurt people in my hands, you underestimate me."

Fang Qiuchan looked relaxed, and even had time to pick up her phone to send a voice message to Kong Ji.

"Where are you? Come quickly!"

"I'll be there soon!"

Less than half a minute after the voice was heard.

A long red rainbow suddenly appeared in the sky.

It circled twice, then locked onto the direction and dived down.

It was Kong Ji.

"Here?"

"Here!"

The moment he landed, Kong Ji's eyes lit up, and he immediately locked onto the ghost floating in the air in front of him.

"Is there really a ghost?"

"It feels a bit like a spirit!"

He casually cast a few spells, which turned into a square barrier covering the top, bottom, left and right, trapping the ghost in the middle.

Trapped in the barrier, the ghost still insisted on launching an attack, with ten fingers spread out, and pounced fiercely at Kong Ji.

The next moment, he let out an extremely sharp roar, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

"Huh?"

Kong Ji frowned secretly: "You actually know how to show hatred?"

He turned his head to look at Fang Qiuchan.

"Does this ghost have consciousness?"

"Not sure." Fang Qiuchan shook her head: "It can't speak, or it speaks a language that normal humans can't understand. It knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm, has the idea of ​​actively harming people, and has the idea of ​​running away when it knows it can't win."

"I think he may have consciousness."

Fang Qiuchan handed over the phone, which contained personal information about the ghost.

Zhao Jiapeng.

From Dongliao Province.

38 years old.

He opened a foot bath shop and KTV business with a few friends. Because he was the fourth oldest, his nickname was Lao Si.

He had a criminal record.

Kong Ji took a look and returned the phone.

He turned to carefully observe Zhao Jiapeng in the barrier.

He just thought that Zhao Jiapeng might have independent consciousness, but now it seems that it may not be the case.

"Unable to communicate."

"The emotions expressed by the five senses are very simple, and they can only passively accept the nourishment of spiritual energy."

"Cold, resentment, fear, it seems that there are only negative emotions, and the spiritual energy aura emitted is also the same, or it is not called spiritual energy, but Yin Qi?"

Feeling the Yin Qi emanating from Zhao Jiapeng, Kong Ji shook his head secretly.

This Yin Qi is completely different from the true Qi cultivated by normal living humans.

The cold wind is everywhere, bringing a chill, and the temperature around is also dropping.

After careful feeling, it contains a sense of tyranny and resentment.

"If Zhao Jiapeng really had consciousness, and now he is trapped, he should try to communicate with me instead of being impotent and furious."

"But looking at his current situation, he just stopped attacking and has no intention of trying to communicate."

"It's more like a robot that only knows how to act within the set program, or has only the lowest level of intelligence, just like a beast."

"Is it because he didn't absorb enough spiritual energy and the Yin energy in his body, so he can't transform and can't restore his thinking before his death?"

"Or is it because his cultivation before his death was not enough, and his resentment was not strong enough, so he can only be regarded as the lowest level of wandering ghost?"

Kong Ji's eyes were moving, observing whether there were any other changes in the surrounding void.

It has been about four or five minutes since the incident.

But it's not like in myths, as long as a person dies, there will be a ghost from the underworld to take the soul, nor is there a light appearing to guide or open the ghost gate to the underworld as described in literary works.

There was silence all around, and there was no element related to the underworld or hell.

"Open one side and try."

Remove one side of the barrier casually.

The ghost Zhao Jiapeng immediately fled outside.

Kong Ji waved his hand again to cast a spell to trap him.

"Sure enough, he knows how to escape and won't be trapped in one place."

"In the description of literary works, ghosts can pass through walls, or teleport, and can also walk on the ground, erratic."

Kong Ji thought about it, and dispersed the Qi barrier under the ground, and at the same time moved the soil under Zhao Jiapeng's feet, letting him know that the ground was empty.

Sure enough.

It seemed that he felt there was no danger under his feet.

Zhao Jiapeng immediately drilled into the ground, and he actually had the ability to shuttle through the ground.

"Run away!"

Fang Qiuchan, who was following him, was stunned and quickly reminded: "This ghost can actually burrow into the ground. It has been running for so long, and this is the first time it uses it. Aren't you going to chase it?"

"No hurry."

Kong Ji waved his hand: "My soul has been locking on him. He can't run away. I'm just doing some tests."

"Okay."

Fang Qiuchan was bored, so she simply found a stone to sit down, answering calls on her mobile phone and handling work at the same time.

Kong Ji's induction has been locked on Zhao Jiapeng.

In his induction.

The ghost figure sneaked into the ground for about three meters, and then moved towards the direction of Mount Tai. It ran about ten meters before it emerged again.

Another Qi barrier came to greet it.

Zhao Jiapeng let out a sharp and long howl, and without any hesitation, he immediately drilled into the ground again.

In less than a second, he drilled out of the ground again, howling in pain.

The Yin Qi on his body was also dispersed a lot, and his figure became transparent again, and he could see the scenery on the other side.

At this time, Kong Ji made some strange discoveries again.

"Even after becoming a ghost, he still has internal organs? Acupoints and meridians?"

"Doesn't it mean that he can still practice?"

"No wonder I can passively absorb spiritual energy as long as I don't block it. Maybe it's the practice instinct of creatures like ghosts?"

Kong Ji found it very interesting.

He has basically determined that Zhao Jiapeng's ghost is transformed from his spirit. The reason why it presents a dead appearance is that when a person is alive, once the body is damaged, it will be reflected in the spirit.

It's just that when alive, the spirit is controlled by consciousness and will automatically repair.

Zhao Jiapeng has lost his independent consciousness and has no concept of actively repairing the spirit, so he presents such a picture of bleeding head and hideous facial features.

The spirit in the human body is actually equivalent to the soul understood by modern science.

It is closely connected with the body and affects each other.

The progress of any aspect of the body and true qi will also bring about the strengthening of the spirit. It can be said that the three share a human body system and are in a cycle.

The spirit is just an overall concept. It does not have separate internal organs and meridians. It is more like a concept aggregation of thinking, thoughts, spirit, soul, etc. that cannot be observed with the naked eye and does not exist in a material form.

Although it also has incredible abilities, it can never exist independently from the body.

However, after Zhao Jiapeng became a ghost, it seemed that he had lost his body. His ghost body actually showed his internal organs and meridians, which was very interesting.

"He is practicing passively!"

Kong Ji came to a conclusion and recalled some interesting memories.

"The world is a big sea of ​​suffering."

"People are in the sea, the body is the boat, and the soul is the people on the boat."

"Is it to cultivate the body to strengthen the boat, or to cultivate the soul to make the people on the boat familiar with the water?"

"Heaven, earth, man, gods and ghosts, five kinds of gods!"

"Becoming a ghost to practice seems to be a way of abandoning the body to practice the ghost immortal Yang God, constantly strengthening the soul, removing the yin, breaking through the realm, passing the thunder tribulation, and transforming into pure yang."

"Practice the soul into pure thoughts, and finally achieve Yang God, with 480 million pure yang thoughts, the soul is like substance, taking over the body and reincarnating, rebirth, and performing all kinds of incredible great supernatural powers!"

In his mind, he suddenly remembered a practice method that he had only seen as an interesting reading material in novels.

The way of ghost immortal Yang God

Comparing the two, it is actually somewhat similar to Zhao Jiapeng's current situation.

"I want to see if Zhao Jiapeng, this lonely ghost, can really advance to a higher realm, practice to the point of wandering during the day and at night, or even really condense his soul and practice a thought!"

Kong Ji immediately became interested.

He immediately used his magic power to attract the spiritual energy in the void and merge it into the barrier to speed up the ghost's cultivation.

The ghost seemed to be stunned when he sensed the increase in spiritual energy in the void. He thought the barrier had dissipated and wanted to try to rush forward, but was hit again.

After several consecutive times, it was almost transparent and was about to dissipate.

Kong Ji couldn't stand it anymore, and secretly said he was stupid. He simply dispersed the barrier formed by the magic power and transformed it into an energy similar to the Yin Qi in the ghost's body, locking it tightly, and at the same time used magic power to move the spiritual energy and force it into Zhao Jiapeng's body.

Seeing the barrier dissipate, the ghost was about to escape, but his limbs were locked tightly, and then a huge amount of spiritual energy surged in.

In an instant.

He seemed to have lost consciousness due to the huge amount of spiritual energy. His ghost body could not bear it at all and collapsed. It seemed that he had lost even the last biological instinct and could not absorb spiritual energy. He fell into a coma completely.

"Waste!"

Kong Ji cursed inwardly, feeling extremely helpless.

He never thought that Zhao Jiapeng's ghost could not even withstand the slightly larger spiritual energy infusion and was about to be infused to death!

At this time, Kong Ji had no choice.

He immediately said silently.

"Exorcist ghosts and gods, listen to my command, wake up quickly!"

The spell was cast.

Kong Ji immediately felt that Zhao Jiapeng's ghost had a magical connection with himself and could be controlled at will.

"I wanted to minimize the variables to the greatest extent, but I didn't expect it to be so useless!"

"I can only do it myself!"