Yin Yang ghost hunter

I agreed to Teng Qing's request, but my cousin is in a very bad condition now, and I have to wait until he recovers before he can leave this secret room.

"There is something that should help your injuries, but that thing is at the bottom of the pond. I will go get some back first."

Teng Qing couldn't wait to leave here. Seeing that the two of us were injured, after thinking for a while, he jumped into the pool again. I helped my cousin to rest on the stone bed.

"Zhong Yuan, what's going on with your body? Why are there so many cracks? Have you exceeded the load of your body again to display the Dao lines in your palm?"

My cousin glanced at me, his face changed slightly, and his tone was unusually harsh.

"If you don't use the Dao Patterns in your palm, you won't be able to compete with the Big Mouth King. And I promised Shui'er that I will help him get rid of the Big Mouth King. Don't tell me. You are different. Can you still open your left eye?

You must have overloaded the Yin Yang Dharma Eyes."

In order to change the subject, I pointed at my cousin's tightly closed left eye and said with a smile.

"I'm different from you. Although I don't know the details of the Dao lines in your palm, I probably know that the Dao lines in your palm can combine powerful runes on their own, including ancient runes, but you can

Don’t forget, our bodies are always mortals. They are incomparable to those capable people in ancient times. Our bodies are much more fragile. In the biological chain, our physical bodies are also relatively low-level. You know what you look like now.

What?!”

My cousin did not answer my question, but still criticized me in his usual harsh tone.

My body is covered with spiderweb-like cracks, which do look a bit scary. These cracks are as thick as a little finger and extremely bright red. Some places are faintly cracked and bleeding, but these cracks last until my neck and then disappear.

This time to kill the Big Mouth King, how much energy did the source of faith explode? How many channels can be formed in my palm? This ancient ghost-killing talisman must be extremely complicated. The six-channel mark has spread to my arm.

It is now covered all over the body. It is estimated that there are more than ten and less than twenty. If there were more than twenty, I would not be able to talk here. Maybe I would have returned to the west to see my ancestor Zhong Kui.

"Don't worry, my wound is healing now, I'll be fine."

I grinned and walked around in front of my cousin to show that I was in good condition.

My cousin looked at me coldly and continued: "With your ghost hunting power, you simply cannot drive so many Dao patterns. What on earth did you do?"

I was a little hesitant, but my cousin was the kind of person who wanted to get to the bottom of things, so I said honestly: "I detonated my source of faith. The source of faith provided me with huge ghost hunting power, so I was able to drive such

There are too many Dao patterns to deal with..."

"Crack!"

Before I could say anything, my cousin suddenly waved his hand and slapped me hard on the face. I was hit so dizzy that the crisp sound of the slap still echoed in the secret room.

"You are simply crazy! Do you know how important the source of faith is to a ghost hunter? Putting aside this problem, do you think it is so easy to detonate the source of faith? If the ghost hunting power in your mind cannot be vented,

Your whole head will be blown to pieces, and even your soul will be smashed to pieces by this force!"

My cousin flushed with anger, stood up, and raised his hands again after speaking.

I was so frightened by his ferocious look that I didn't dare to move. Seeing me covering my cheek, he slowly lowered his arm again, with a heartbroken look on his face, and continued: "Now that the power of ghost hunting is gone?"

"No, I have re-condensed the source of faith. Although it has just been condensed and formed, the power is more pure and it is my own power."

I put down my hand. The slap was so hard that my ears are still buzzing.

But I don't resent my cousin, he is just worried. Now that I think about it, I feel scared. If the Dao lines in my palm don't require too much ghost hunting power, then the power contained in my detonating the source of faith will be in me.

My mind is full of energy, and if I don't have time to channel it, it will explode. Like what my cousin said, my soul will be blown to pieces and all my souls will be scattered.

"Gather the power of faith by yourself? Zhong Yuan, although you succeeded, have you thought about the consequences? Without the source of faith planted by our ancestors, we would not be able to borrow methods from him."

My cousin looked at me with a complicated face, sighed heavily, and said again: "I have seen a lot of ghost hunters like you. These ghost hunters have no family at all, or they have no family.

The man in the middle is not a ghost hunter, but an ordinary person. He just awakened his ability, explored on his own, and gathered the source of faith on his own. Although the source of faith can provide the power of ghost hunting, it can also recover and strengthen the power of ghost hunting.

, but if it is the source of faith that I have gathered myself, I cannot borrow the magic from my ancestors. Of course I won’t say anything about their ghost hunters, but you are a person with ancestors, and the Zhong family’s secret techniques are comparable to those of other families.

The secret technique is different, if you do it yourself, wouldn’t it be..."

"Cousin, don't worry. Every time I use the Taoist pattern in my palm, I can remember it if I can condense new runes. It doesn't matter if there are fewer secret techniques. Besides, with the power of our bloodline, we can also use some special Zhong family secret techniques.

If I become more powerful in the future, maybe I can let others learn from it."

I grinned and laughed.

My cousin was stunned for a moment, looked at me helplessly, stretched out his hand to touch my slightly swollen cheek, and said in a slightly lower voice: "Cousin, I was too impatient just now, so I hit you.

Brother, I promise not to do this again in the future, but the premise is that before you make such a big decision in the future, you must ask me first if you have the opportunity, okay? Our Zhong family is already very weak now. If we continue like this, we will be

The genocide, and I don’t want to lose your brother."

I nodded and said, "I will, cousin."

His words made me feel warm in my heart. It turns out that my cousin also cares about people, although in a very special way.

"Wow!"

The sound of water sounded again, and Teng Qing held a lot of red mud in his hands and threw it on the shore. The red mud was like flames. My cousin looked at the red mud with some surprise, and I screamed, because I was like this before.

Relying on the red mud, he recovered most of his injuries and also regrouped the source of faith.

Teng Qing and my cousin looked at me strangely. I ran to the pile of red mud excitedly and reached out to grab a handful. Sure enough, the red mud contained powerful energy, which could heal injuries and increase the number of people injured.

My own ghost hunting power.

"Cousin, this red mud can heal wounds. You lie down on the stone bed and I will help you apply it on your back. By the way, Teng Qing, how deep is this pool? Is it covered with this kind of red mud?"

I looked at Teng Qing excitedly and asked.

Teng Qing thought for a while and said, "It's about twenty meters deep. What do you want to do?"

"Of course it's to recover from my injuries, and to practice my ghost-hunting power."

I held the pile of red mud with both hands and carried it to my cousin, then put it on his back. Then I jumped into the pool, sank into the water, and swam downward. Because it had the official seal of the City God, I wasn’t worried about myself.

I will drown in it, and I don’t have to worry about the harm caused to me by the water pressure.

When I was almost at the bottom of the pool, a red light came from below. I went a little faster, using my hands and feet together, and soon reached the bottom of the pool. Finally, I peeled away the red mud and dived into it.

Only the head is exposed.

The official seal of the City God is only effective in water. If your head is buried in the soil, you will be doomed.

The familiar warm power poured into my body again and began to repair the wounds all over my body. I could even feel the warm power flowing through my body and beginning to integrate into my body.

It seemed to make my body stronger, and when I noticed this scene, I felt even more ecstatic.

Because there is nothing more important than a strong body, even the power of ghost hunting was temporarily put aside by me. After the physical injury was repaired, I did not convert this magical power into the power of ghost hunting again and cultivate it in my mind.

Instead, I use this magical power to strengthen and nourish my body, because I know very well that only in this way can I display the Dao pattern in my palm and my body will have enough strength to withstand it.

I may only be able to strengthen my body this time, but a strong source of faith can be cultivated through my own efforts, so I will not miss this opportunity in vain.

On the way, Teng Qing swam down from above again. In my spare time, I took a look at him. He had handsome features. As he walked downstream, his hair flowed back. When he saw me sitting directly at the bottom of the pool, he seemed to be surprised.

Without saying anything, he held a lot of red mud in his hands and swam up again.

Suddenly I felt a little hot inside my body. This energy seemed to have been completely integrated into my flesh and blood. I raised my arm and it had become very smooth. The previous cracks had completely disappeared, and there were no scars at all.

Keep it, but there is still a lot of red mud at the bottom of the pond, and it cannot be moved away, so it must not be wasted.

I was still buried under this pool of water until my body could no longer accept this energy and my whole body became extremely refreshing. I raised my arms and began to show the lines in my palms.

One, two, until six Dao Marks appeared. When the sixth Dao Mark appeared, a few weak cracks appeared on my palm. Originally, my body could not accept the power of this red mud, but as soon as I cast the Dao Mark

The power in the red mud quickly poured into my body and began to repair my body.

The source of faith in my mind is also spinning crazily, brewing more ghost hunting power. Of course, in addition to repairing the body, I also refine this huge power into ghost hunting power and pour it into my mind.

In order to strengthen one's source of faith, only when the source of faith is strong, more ghost hunting power can be generated.

I have even felt that the golden aperture around the source of faith has become very solid, and the second aperture has become a model. The ghost hunting power emitted by the source of faith is gathering on the second aperture.

And go.

Continuing like this, I found that this layer of aperture around the source of faith can support me to drive ten Dao patterns. If the Dao patterns continue to increase, the power of ghost hunting must be absorbed from the second aperture.

I simply can't believe that my current body's strength can actually produce twelve patterns. If it had been before, my body would have been torn apart. It seems that this time, it is a blessing in disguise.

As I was practicing, the red soil below began to slowly disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.