After this incident, no one dared to easily provoke the people of the Yunxiao Immortal Sect, and the name of the ghost spirit son was gradually spread by people.

Since the closure of the Yushan Holy Land, Liang Fengxuan and Quan Longzhe moved out of Lingyun Peak, and the sect has not arranged new disciples here, and Lingyun Peak has become Chu Yunfeng's private cultivation place. After Mu Qiulan's injuries recovered, Chu Yunfeng no longer had any burden in his heart and began to cultivate the Heavenly Sword Technique.

When he held the Cleansing Sword and used the first form of the Heavenly Sword Technique, an image from hundreds of years ago came into his mind: it was a mountain cliff towering into the sky, and a small teenager held the Cleansing Sword in his hand, drawing sword light in the air.

No!

It's not sword light!

It's a sword mark!

The boy didn't deliberately clench the hilt of the sword, but the sword seemed to be attached to his hand. Every time a sword is issued, it is easy to do it, and the sword is read. The pale white sword marks stayed in the air for at least half a second before slowly disappearing.

After a long time, the empty sky actually had a little more flaw on the white, but it was caused by the long-term infection of the sword intent, and the sword left traces.

At this moment, Chu Yunfeng knew how shallow Xu Yanfang's comprehension of the first style of the sword technique was. Even if the sword wizard of the Sword Sect is compared to Uncle Jian Chen, it is like the light of a grain of rice, how can it compete with Haoyue?

"This is the real Heavenly Sword Technique!"

His heart was shocked, he recited the mantra and danced on the top of the peak. The young uncle Ji Ming, the former owner of the Cleansing Sword, opened a bright path of the sword path for Chu Yunfeng, and Xu Yanfang's perceptions were all overturned. He forgot everything and began to practice the sword technique from scratch.

There are no years of cultivation, and it is ten years in the blink of an eye. In the past ten years, Chu Yunfeng has cultivated to the seventh form of the Heavenly Sword Technique. However, the Cleansing Sword has never recognized Chu Yunfeng as the master, but will only open the next one for him after he has finished cultivating the first style of sword technique.

"Ask the Heavenly Sword Technique Seventh Style: Killing and Tribulation!"

Buzzing!

This sword, the killing and robbery are out, the sword light is like blood plum falling, dyed red with fragrant green grass, green wood is like shame, and the sun is long for thousands of miles.

After more than a year, Chu Yunfeng finally fully interpreted this style for the first time. I was able to do this step thanks to that East China Sea ginseng. You must know that when Uncle Tai Jianchen used the seventh form, he paid the price of physical collapse.

"Finally finished cultivating the Heavenly Asking Sword Technique!"

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the seven-style sword technique has been cultivated. Chu Yunfeng's cultivation was still in the early stage of the Mortal Realm, but his strength had made great progress. If it was stacked from the first form to the seventh form, he himself didn't know how strong it would be. But one thing is for sure, his true combat power is by no means below the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm.

With the Seventh Heavenly Sword Technique, his physical body could withstand it, but his spiritual power reserves were a little stretched. In the end, his realm is still too low.

"Cleansing Sword, Cleansing Sword, when will you recognize me as the master?" Chu Yunfeng relaxed his mind, played with the Cleansing Sword, and muttered to himself, "Isn't it as good as your former master when you have practiced the Heavenly Sword?"

Airplanes!

The Cleansing Sword hissed.

"Okay?"

Chu Yunfeng was overjoyed, thinking that the Cleansing Sword was about to admit the Lord. But at this moment, another scene was ingested in his mind. Along with it, there is another line of text: The Eighth Form of the Heavenly Sword Technique - Light Wind Sacrifice.

Eighth Style!

Chu Yunfeng was blinded.

Whether it is rumors from the outside world, or the ancient scroll taken out by Uncle Tai Jianchen, the Heavenly Sword Technique is only seven forms, but I didn't expect there to be an eighth style!

The most surprising thing is that the eighth type breaks the shortcomings of the first seven styles that need to be advanced layer by layer, and can hit a single blow that far exceeds the damage stacked by the first seven styles.

This is the real anti-heaven part of the Heavenly Sword Technique!

"No wonder Senior Brother Xiao said that Uncle Ji Ming is ten times stronger than Uncle Jian Chen in the same realm! It's a pity that with my current realm and physical body, I can't use this eighth form at all!"

There are some regrets, and I can only play steadily and wait for the realm to improve.

As soon as they got out, some gossip about Ghost Lingzi and Luo Nu reached their ears, saying that they had a relationship before they recovered. Now Chu Yunfeng and Luo Nu are doing it again, it is for indecency.

To say that Chu Yunfeng didn't mind, it was impossible, and he always felt a little strange in his heart. When he met Luo Nu, Luo Nu didn't let him read his thoughts, but directly opened up a memory to him.

It was a picturesque garden in the depths, a double ten girl and a handsome man met unexpectedly in the sea of people. The girl is a Luo girl, and the man is naturally a ghost spirit.

As soon as he saw the ghost spirit son of his youth, Chu Yunfeng was taken aback. If it weren't for the fact that he was a normal human race, Chu Yunfeng would have suspected that he was the demon corpse that was taken away by Zhu Baizhou. They look so alike, it's literally carved out of a mold.

There are so many people in the world!

Chu Yunfeng shook his head and retracted his thoughts.

Luo Nu and Ghost Lingzi stared at each other for a long time, but they passed by.

When we meet again, it is a bay of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. She stretched out her hand, and he turned back, making an appointment to be immortal. There is a poem that says: Life and death are broad, and the son is said, and the hand of the son, and the son grows old together.

However, just when Luo Nu was looking forward to living a life like a fairy couple, Ghost Lingzi let go of her hand without warning. At this time, it was only three days since they fell in love.

He's gone, and she's scrambling the world, looking for a reason to accept.

The picture was frozen here, and Chu Yunfeng already knew that they didn't have that kind of relationship, and he was relieved. As for what has happened since then, there is no need to know.

"Don't tell anyone what you saw today, including Ghost Lingzi!" After putting away her memory, Luo Nu suddenly said, as if she didn't want others to know about the past.

Yunxiao Immortal Sect, the Hall of Success.

Seeing Ghost Lingzi again, without waiting for Chu Yunfeng to speak, Ghost Lingzi asked, "You know everything?"

Chu Yunfeng was stunned, he didn't expect him to be so straightforward.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, I really have nothing to do with her. Ghost Lingzi said, "For some specific reasons, I failed her back then, and you will understand later." ”

"Master, what is a resuscitator?"

Whether it was Luo Nu or Ghost Lingzi, they didn't hide it, but talked about it. As soon as the words are spoken, no one will be entangled anymore. Otherwise, you're getting yourself upset.

He had heard of the Revistrar more than once, but it was so general or miraculous that it was hard to understand. Are they really that strong, and if so, why don't they escape the Forgotten Lands?

"After years of wandering, you should have heard of the Habitat. Chu Yunfeng was not too persistent, and Ghost Lingzi was very relieved.

"Every Immortal Realm cultivator will generate a second soul. Through the parasitism of the second split soul, the purpose of resurrection from death can be achieved, which is the method of soul regeneration. All of these things cannot be explained in a few words. ”

"There are three main points.

First, no monk would easily activate the Soul Splitting Regeneration Method, unless he was on the verge of death or had another purpose, because it would detract from his lifespan.

Second, the longevity after recovery is closely related to parasitic spiritual objects. The stronger the vitality of the parasitic spirit creature, the longer the resurrection will live. For example, Luo Youhe, her parasitic spiritual creature is a colorful regenerative lotus, and her longevity is seven hundred years. If you want to break this boundary, you must break through to the next realm of cultivation before recovery before the end of your life.

Third, the strength after recovery cannot be completely measured by cultivation, but depends on how much of the means they once retained. What is truly terrifying is not the ordinary resurrectionists, but those who have cultivated beyond the immortal realm!"

"I see!" Chu Yunfeng seemed to understand, "Those who died of exhaustion of vitality are the handiwork of the master?"

"What, you want to learn the old man's methods?" Ghost Lingzi raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Master is mighty!" Chu Yunfeng nodded, stepped forward, and slapped his ass.

"Master, what was the parasitic spirit thing that your old man used at the beginning? Looking at your face, I'm afraid time is running out!" Chu Yunfeng said worriedly, sounding very worried about the ghost spirit.

"There is a saying in the ordinary: there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great. In case you're an old man—" he said, his words paused, "and it's good that someone is not the successor!"

"Stinky boy, you wish the old man died soon!" Ghost Lingzi blew his beard and glared, "Hmph! I forgot to tell you, in addition to the third senior brother Wang Lingze and the fourth senior sister Li Nuluo you have seen, there are two senior brothers in front of the old man. If you want to inherit my mantle, you won't be able to queue up!"

"Master Calm Anger!" Chu Yunfeng said with a smile, "The cultivation of the four senior brothers and sisters may be higher than me, but can they have filial piety compared to me?"

As he spoke, he threw something out of the storage ring and slammed it on the ground, but it was the golden sarcophagus.

Bang!

Chu Yunfeng stretched out his finger and tapped it, making two crisp sounds.

"Master, please see, this golden sarcophagus, but the disciple has not eaten or drunk for many years, and has spent a lot of money to honor your old man!"

"Bastard!" Ghost Lingzi's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he suddenly became angry and scolded. He has been a human being in two lives, and he has seen the prosperity of the Immortal Dao, and he has never seen a disciple who sent a coffin to his master.

"Master doesn't like it?" Chu Yunfeng immediately put away the golden sarcophagus coffin, and threw out another thing from the storage ring, which was the black hanging coffin from the Nisha Castle.

Rumble!

The black coffin smashed on the ground, kicking up a puff of dust, and a thick demonic aura spread out in the main hall. In an instant, a strange atmosphere suddenly arose in the entire Yunxiao Immortal Sect.

The ghost spirit was startled, and hurriedly arranged a formation to block the demonic qi in the hall and prevent them from coming out of the main hall. After doing this, he narrowed his face and looked at the black coffin.

After a few breaths, he stretched out his palm and gently touched the coffin, slowly crossing every line, as if he was caressing a loved one he hadn't seen for years.

"What a heavy demonic aura!" Ghost Lingzi stopped, his gaze projected into the coffin. All that remained was the remnants of a half-branch lotus, as well as the smoker and spices that had not been taken.

"Yes!" Chu Yunfeng stepped forward.

"Originally, there was a demon corpse inside, but it was later snatched away by Zhu Baizhou of the Heavenly Wolf Sect, and the remaining few people allocated the remaining five half-branch lotuses. The disciple felt that this coffin was also a treasure, so he brought it back to honor the master!"

"Have you seen the true face of the demon corpse?" Ghost Lingzi asked abruptly, not dwelling on Chu Yunfeng's coffin.

"Of course I have seen it!and..."Chu Yunfeng just wanted to say that the demon corpse was very similar to the ghost spirit son when he was young, and then remembered Luo Nu's instructions, "Moreover, the appearance of the demon corpse is no different from that of the human race, and it looks very familiar." But the disciple has never left the Forgotten Land, and he has never seen a demon at all!

Ghost Lingzi stared at Chu Yunfeng for a long time before he said, "Maybe I've seen similar faces! There are a large number of my human race, and it is not surprising that one or two similar faces appear. ”