Old Master Qin kept digging out the bottom of the box and bringing out all kinds of cultivation techniques, and Qin Xu's biggest emotion about this was that it turned out that cultivation was not just about meditation luck, but also about so many strange and whimsical cultivation methods.

In that world of cultivating the true plane, people are really full of tricks in order to become immortals and obtain spiritual energy.

No, after gnawing on the devil's pepper, Master Lao Qin made a song "Song of the Dead Soul" for him.

"Old Master Qin, with so many exercises in battle, is it really not going to go mad or something?" Qin Xu asked again.

"Gone mad?" Old Master Qin shook his head and said, "The Demon Dao also has its own cultivation methods, and there are not a few cultivators who use the Demon Dao to prove the Dao. The reason why the Demon Dao was rejected and suppressed by the Immortal Dao was because if the Demon Dao was allowed to expand, its cultivation method would have irreversible damage to the secular mortal world. Those who cultivate the truth, although they are far away from the world, still have to be based on ordinary people. Moreover, the Demon Dao is not something that you can enter if you practice a few more exercises, you must have a specific cultivation method of the Demon Dao. ”

"Old Decay has said before that the biggest problem in cultivating in this world is how to absorb more spiritual energy, and your realm is still too far away from considering the impact of the Refutation Exercises. ”

Since he would not go mad, Qin Xu began to study this new technique.

The unknown Xiuzhen family that borrowed the graves of their ancestors to cultivate, and was unlucky enough to urge the extermination, has a "song" word in the family cultivation method, which is really a song, requiring cultivators to sing and practice.

Pulling your throat to cultivate to gain the aura of the outside world?

This cultivation method made Qin Xu suddenly make up an eerie picture in his mind.

Suddenly, in the depths of the cemetery, a ghostly chant sounded, frightening the birds and beasts that approached the place to startle away.

In fact, when Qin Xu really opened his voice, he realized that the scene in his mind should be a revenant song with filters and beautification effects.

The real song of the dead soul, the difference between it and his imagination, is probably like the folk dancing god exorcism, and the art horror film beautified by the director's lens.

After listening to Master Qin's demonstration, Qin Xu thought painfully in his head, no wonder the cultivators of the Song of the Revenant Soul can only be inherited by their families, and there is probably no one with talent who is willing to cry wolf with them for such a song that can't be put on the stage.

"Please pronounce it with the old man. Old Master Qin's face was cute, his voice was soft and clear, and this singing made Qin Xu feel miserable, and his ears were tortured.

Think about it, if you change it to your own big thick voice......

Qin Xu's sympathetic gaze looked at the three Yin Fuming who were busy.

After clearing his throat, Qin Xu let go of his voice and said, "Team Yin, Brother Fan, Brother Gao, this is too quiet, how about I sing a song?"

Three surprised eyes fell on Qin Xu's face.

The expressions of the three of Yin Fuming, Ming Huanghuang was asking, what kind of madness is this kid smoking?

Uh, it's a little embarrassing.

Qin Xu is not usually such an unreliable person.

If such a thing as singing at the victim's burial place is filmed as a video and posted on the Internet, the criticism it receives is not much different from that of "cousin" and "sister fang".

"Ahem, ahem!"

He was also forced to be helpless.

If he could, Qin Xu would rather sneak up the mountain in the middle of the night, sing how he wants, and sing so that the undead will flee, and it won't get in the way, no one knows anyway.

At most, it is regarded as a haunted ghost in the middle of the night by the villagers living nearby.

But in front of these big brothers, singing that kind of song, Rao is Qin Xu feels that he has always been very thick-skinned, and he is still so ashamed!

But in the eyes of Old Master Qin, wasting the night time and climbing the mountain again is completely unnecessary for what should be done now.

The aura in this place could only provide Qin Xu with cultivation for two hours, and after two hours, the aura was ingested, and there was no need to continue cultivating.

It's best to start at this time and save time and effort.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Yin Fuming and the others thought that Qin Xu was just a young man who was naughty, making a joke, and didn't say anything, just doing his own thing.

Their main job now is to remove the bones from the pit.

Fan Langyuan found a piece of the victim's shoulder blade from the pit, swept the black soil off the bone with a brush, and was about to hand it to Gao Guangping for a photo.

Since they didn't object, Qin Xu took them as a tacit.

Qin Xu adjusted his voice, and under the guidance of Old Master Qin, he opened his voice and sang:

"Hey, hey, hey, hea!"

The shoulder blade in Fan Langyuan's hand snapped, and he fell back into the dirt pit, staring at Qin Xu in shock.

Gao Guangping's fingers flicked, and the baby camera slipped out of his hand, but fortunately, there was a rope strap hanging around his neck and there was no damage.

Yin Fuming was even more miserable, he was picking up the mineral water and drinking, and before the water could be drunk, he was startled by Qin Xu's throat, and he choked directly into the trachea, sprayed out of his nose, and coughed violently.

"Broken Soul~~~~~ Broken Broken ......" was a series of eighteen extremely miserable "broken" characters with different pronunciations, Qin Xu sang it by himself, and he felt that he had to take some cotton to plug his ears.

After listening to this ghost song, the ghost crying god in KTV, you can listen to it as a lullaby.

At the same time, the birds, beasts, insects and ants within a radius of two hundred meters fled into the distance as if frightened.

The power of this song is comparable to that of a wildfire.

However, in addition to the old Master Qin, who was not strange, there was also a child shoe, who was not only not frightened, but also stuck out his tongue and jumped to Qin Xu's side with great interest, becoming the first loyal listener of Qin Xu's Revenant Song.

That is Qin Xiaotang, the little frog who had a big meal today.

"Nether~~~Poisonous Flower~~~Hua Huahua......" Qin Xu raised his head to the sky and howled again.

At this moment, the three people who came back to their senses hurriedly shouted to stop them.

The three of them really didn't expect that Qin Xu would really sing it, and he still sang such a strange "ghost song".

"Stop, Qin Xu, what are you singing?" Yin Fuming's face turned blue when he heard this, and the root pain behind his ears hurts, so he hurriedly shouted.

However, his voice was as delicate and weak as a baby in the hands of an adult strong man against the backdrop of Qin Xu's wide and high-pitched vocal range, and as soon as his voice came out, he was suppressed by Qin Xu's series of "flowers".

Fortunately, Qin Xu also saw Yin Fuming's action, stopped the Revenant Song, and looked at Yin Fuming and the three of them in embarrassment.

Gao Guangping wiped the cold sweat on his head, and said with palpitations: "Xiao Qin, what are you singing about? ”

Fan Langyuan clasped his hands together, shook the fallen shoulder blades, and muttered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so offended, don't mind, I'm really scared." ”

"Eh, this ......" Qin Xuzheng didn't know how to explain, his eyes fell on the little frog who was bulging his stomach and listening to the song happily, and suddenly thought of a good excuse, stretched out his index finger, pointed at the little frog and said, "I researched it some time ago, Qin Xiaotang likes this song very much." ”

The little frog cooperated tacitly, "quacked" twice, and stared honestly.

“……”