"Hate hate hate hate ~~ that is, if you don't enter reincarnation, you will always fall into a ghost, and you will have revenge!" The black spirit let out a vicious roar, and at the same time, its size increased like blowing a balloon, from the beginning of the table tennis ball quickly rose to more than half a person tall.

Looking closely at his appearance, it can be vaguely seen that there are traces of the appearance of the 'altar master' who died in the hands of Song Shuhang. However, there is only a five-point resemblance to the 'altar master'.

This is obviously a resentful spirit formed by the curse of the 'altar master' on Song Shuhang before his death. It's just that this resentful spirit was crushed by Song Shuhang himself once, and was swallowed several times by Jing Croton Doudou, but this curse hasn't disappeared yet?

This time, Jing Broton Doudou was not by Song Shuhang's side. And because Song Shuhang consumed too much mental power, he couldn't even maintain his mental skills 'vigilance'.

The cursed ghost slowly took shape again, it grinned, stretched out its sharp ghost claws, and grabbed Song Shuhang's throat fiercely. With this claw, Song Shuhang will definitely leave five blood holes in his throat.

Just as the sharp claw tips were about to stab Song Shuhang, a white spirit body suddenly drilled out of Song Shuhang's heart - it was the golden shield spirit ghost that had contracted with Song Shuhang.

The white ghost was only the size of a fist, while the black ghost was half the size of a human at this time.

However, the spirits are not afraid at all. I saw it open its mouth violently and suck at the resentful ghost.

A strange scene happened, the spirit ghost was like a long whale sucking water, and its mouth was like the 'purple gold gourd that can include people in it', and it directly swallowed the black ghost!

"Hiccup~" The spirit ghost burped in satisfaction, and even his size increased a little. Then, it yawned and retracted back into Song Shuhang's mind.

Song Shuhang, who was asleep, smashed his mouth, feeling that he had a very good dream...... He rolled over and continued to sleep beautifully.

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It was a very interesting dream.

This time. In the dream, Song Shuhang became an ancient person again.

He had an innocent childhood with loving parents. However, when he was six years old, he contracted a strange disease, and the medicine stone was ineffective. His father took him everywhere to seek medical treatment. His strange illness never recovered.

Eventually, his parents sent him to a dilapidated Taoist temple dozens of miles away from home, where he was taken in by a fiery red robe.

This fiery red Dao robed Dao Master is not an ordinary person, but a man among immortals. Song Shuhang in the dream followed him to live, drinking some bitter medicinal liquid every day, and following the Taoist to fight strange boxing techniques several times a day.

Two years later, his condition had recovered, and he had mastered some power that did not belong to mortals.

Then, one day after two years and three months. The fiery red Dao Leader took Song Shuhang in his dream to a towering giant tree.

"The poor road is called Chixiaozi, and there is destined to be a fate between you and me. Look at it!" The fiery red-robed Dao Master chuckled, and then he stood under the giant tree, broke a branch, and began to perform in place.

What kind of exercises are taught in the mouth.

It should be a peerless swordsmanship, but Song Shuhang couldn't understand it.

Because as the Dao Master casts his sword technique, the Dao Leader's figure becomes more and more blurred, and he often skips a ...... And the mantra or exercise that is taught. is even told in another language, which sounds like a chicken and a duck in Song Shuhang's ears.

But the 'he' in the dream seems to see it clearly. I was fascinated by it.

After the fiery red Dao Leader finished the demonstration, he chuckled and said, "How many have you written down?"

"Ninety percent. "The 'he' in the dream replied honestly.

"Yes, this ninety percent is enough for you to condense a golden pill to set foot in the Great Dao. The future of creation depends on your own efforts. Daoist Chi Xiaozi smiled and stroked the head of 'him' in his dream.

The 'he' in the dream smiled shyly, and faintly felt that the Taoist seemed to want to say goodbye to him?

Chixiao Zidao Elder caressed his head lovingly. Squatted in front of him again, wanting to say something to him.

Suddenly, the Taoist chief looked at 'him' in his dream suspiciously.

Song Shuhang could feel that Chixiaozi's gaze was as deep as the universe, and it seemed to pass through the 'he' in the dream. directly traveled through countless time, space, and years, and stared at Song Shuhang himself behind 'him' in his dream!

Song Shuhang felt a chill on his body, as if his whole person had been seen through!

"I see, it's interesting!

Then, the chief got back to his feet and picked up the branch.

Then, the Chixiao Zidao Elder changed his mouth and began to tell a message again.

The 'he' in this dream was completely incomprehensible, because it was not a language he was familiar with, and he had never heard it.

But...... Song Shuhang understood!

"Poor Dao Chixiaozi, when he entered the Dao, he relied on a set of 'flame knives' that can be seen everywhere in the monk world, which can be regarded as the foundation of poor Dao cultivation. Now, the greedy way is to teach you this 'flame knife' that belongs to me. Although it's just a set of ordinary knife techniques that can be seen everywhere, I hope you don't feel stingy. ”

Song Shuhang had an illusion - at this time, the red-robed Chixiao Zidao Elder was not telling to 'him' in his dream, but talking directly to him through 'him' in his dream!

"Time is limited, so I will demonstrate it for you. The Chixiao Zi Daoist continued to wave the branch in his hand, using the branch as a knife, flipping his wrist and swinging a knife.

In an instant, Song Shuhang felt that the heavens and the earth were burning.

There seemed to be an infinite flame surging on the branch in the master's hand, and the flame was incombustible and never extinguished!

When the sword fell, the flames enveloped the world, and all the prosperity of the world burned out in the flames! Even the 'sky' high above was burned red by the fire clouds.

There is no knife formula, no knife tricks, some are just the knife intent cut out of this knife! This knife is a set of knife techniques!

When Song Shuhang faced this knife, he felt that his whole body was hot, his mouth was dry, and his blood was going to run out!

However, there are many insights.

Although Chixiaozi couldn't see Song Shuhang, he seemed to know that Song Shuhang had already comprehended a lot, he laughed, stretched out his hand and shook it, and the branches in his hands turned into ashes.

Moreover, the towering branch behind him also turned to ashes and disappeared.

The 'he' in the dream was dumbfounded.

The fiery red Dao Leader roared softly, and his footsteps stepped steadily into the sky. Without borrowing a trace of external force, volleying into the void, ascending step by step, and finally disappearing.

The 'he' in the dream knelt respectfully and kowtowed three times honestly.

And then ...... The picture in the dream changed, and it was an unknown number of years.

The 'he' in the dream is already an adult. At this time, he was carrying a blue short sword and wearing the same style of Daoist as the Daoist of Chixiao Zi, but he changed the color to cyan.

The monk in the cyan robe, the scattered cultivator, Li Tiansu!

The dream ended here, and Song Shuhang opened his eyes...... It's dawn.

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The time was 6:03 a.m. Tuesday, July 2, fine.

Song Shuhang sat up from the bed.

"Is it a dream?" he said. He found himself drenched and sweating profusely!

"Not a dream...... So, is it the 'memory' of that loose cultivator Li Tiansu?" Because he had a similar memory, Song Shuhang immediately came to his senses.

That 'Li Tiansu' should be the scattered cultivator senior who came over and exploded two pieces of equipment when he was contracting a spirit ghost, right?

Because when Senior Bai was asking the name of the loose cultivator, Song Shuhang heard the answer of 'Loose cultivator, Li Tiansu'.

It's just the memory of this loose cultivator Li Tiansu. Why did it come to his mind?

Is it a spirit ghost? The spirit ghost seems to have absorbed some of the energy of Li Tian's plastic transformation path and produced a mutation, and then the spirit ghost synchronized with him. So he 'saw' this memory?

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Shuhang lowered his head and saw the ring on his finger - a bronze ring.

It was one of the one or two items left behind by Li Tian after the plasticization of the Dao.

"This ring, isn't it because of the ghost, but because this ring has the thoughts of the former owner?That's why I had that dream?"

When he thought of that dream, Song Shuhang remembered it the most. It was the flame knife taught by the 'Red Sky Son'.

Chi Xiaozi said that it was just the 'Flame Sword Technique' that could be seen everywhere in the monk world.

However, when Chi Xiaozi slashed out a flame knife, the feeling of an inextinguishable fire burning everything, and even the sky was about to be burned, was it really just an ordinary 'flame knife technique'?

This is a sword in the sky!

Suddenly. Song Shuhang's whole person was ready to move. Chi Xiaozi has taught this trick 'Flame Knife', do you want to try it and see if it is a 'dream'?

Song Shuhang quickly ran to the safe, opened it, and took out the divine sword that had been obtained from the 'Moon Sword Sect' Sect's Sect Master Ba Qianjun.

The name of the knife is broken, the knife is three feet long, extremely hard, and has experienced the burning of the fire of the catastrophe, it seems to have some magical changes.

Carrying a knife, Song Shuhang ran to the top of the fifth floor again.

Because of the experience of the 'Samsung Fire Fan', he didn't dare to mess around in the room at will.

"Try it, no one will see it anyway. Think you're daydreaming. Song Shuhang took a deep breath, and recalled in his mind the appearance of Chi Xiaozi when he cast the 'Flame Knife'.

He also rotated the blade, and the qi and blood in his heart and eyes boiled and gushed, and then slashed out......

Majestic and cool posture!

However, no flames came out.

Not to mention fire, not even a spark.

"Haha. Song Shuhang laughed dryly.

Myself...... Is it a dream that you didn't wake up?

Or, this 'Flame Knife' trick he needs to practice diligently before he can master it?

"Anyway, I'm free every day, so it's better to take some time out every day and practice this flame knife occasionally. Song Shuhang decided in his heart.

If you can be like the Chixiao Zi Dao Chief, slash out the flames with one sword, it will be really harmful.

"Don't think about it too much, let's cultivate first. I'm going to go to class seriously these days. Song Shuhang moved his muscles.

Then, first put aside the treasure knife 'Ba Sha', and began to practice the "Vajra Basic Fist Method", and then use the "True Self Meditation Sutra" to guide the qi and blood into the third knot, 'nasal orifice'.

The third nose is more difficult than opening the eyes. If it weren't for external forces, it would take two years, to say the least. (To be continued......)