A black lotus stands shyly and pretty, the flower buds are contained but not released, and the ink color is as solid as jade.

As if unable to bear the weight of the buds, the slender branches trembled slightly, shaking out a black mist.

The black fog became heavier and heavier, dragging the buds up and down, and gradually spreading outward.

Everything in the fog is blocked, and even the divine sense cannot be penetrated, only the ink lotus, which is as clear as this, seems to be imprinted in the heart, and it is unforgettable at a glance.

The black cocoon on the ink lotus had already dried up and withered, and the soul liquid dripping dew obtained by refining the Yin Burning Spirit Fire had all been absorbed by the Crystal of the Dark Fire and became the nutrients for the fire lotus seeds in it.

The angry moon butterfly provided for the black cocoon is greatly damaged, even if it is made up for by the moonlight night and night, it is also sluggish.

At the moment when the black mist spread, he was not on guard, and after a little contamination, it dissipated in an instant, turning into a little spiritual light and being engulfed by the black mist.

"Get out of the way!" The woman sitting in front of the Crystal of Flame shouted urgently.

A group of moon butterflies fled as if they had just woken up from a dream, shaking their wings sharply.

After the moon butterfly escaped, the vacated place was suddenly occupied by black fog, and the entire space was shrouded in darkness, and even the bright moonlight had to avoid its edge and secretly hid.

*

Outside the Butterfly Valley, the gently swaying hundred bluebell flowers shook violently together, and the sound of "bells" was no longer crisp and pleasant, but like a talisman, revealing boundless urgency and danger.

The disciples of the Hanyu Palace who had made a contract with him had just discerned the meaning conveyed by the hundred bluebell flowers, and before they could react, the flower branches broke through the soil one by one, and the roots of the wolf bèi were buried deep in the soil instead of being placed on the ground with the habit of moving quickly.

After all, I haven't practiced, and I can only "walk" a few steps. The messy roots crumbled together and tripped over themselves.

There is no need for help, and the slender branches are like willows bending. Gracefully straightened, continued to "walk", continued to pour ......

The wall of flowers and plants was broken from the inside out, and countless moon sword butterflies flew out, and the spirit blades in their hands waved quickly, leaving only the remnants of the Dao, and one by one the moon butterflies flew out of the mouth. Flying away in a panic, like a fly without a head, no matter which direction. Just stay away.

Everyone put away the hundred bluebells that fled in a panic, and the "bell" sound transmitted to the bottom of their hearts had only one meaning: escape!

This feeling intensified as the black mist overflowed from the thick walls of flowers and plants.

Dangerous!

The busy sacrificial flying sword. Jump up. Dao Dao sword light flew in all directions with the sound of breaking through the sky.

The sword sting, which likes to walk on the ground, shook off the wings that were hidden behind him, and the frequency of the wings vibrated was amazing, and the two sharp sword insect arms and chopsticks were as light as chopsticks to pick up the master, accompanied by a group of confused exclamations, and soon fled away.

The soldiers of the Battle Hall who were patrolling almost fell from the Heavenly Demon Worm that suddenly turned around, no matter how they scolded. still can't let the usual obedient spirit pet turn around.

*

The twin swords of sound killing are suspended around the ink-dyed clothes, whenever the black mist invades. With a light touch, the black mist was pushed away, causing ripples.

And the golden sword, hanging steadily above her head, with a faint jade color, is the only light in this darkness.

Yang Tong Qianxin hugged her shoulders and shrunk beside her ink-dyed clothes, trying her best to be confined to the jade-colored range, and the fear in the depths of her soul made her as a ghost fall into deep fear, and she didn't even dare to pray to her master to take her back into the Soul Raising Tower.

The black mist devoured all living objects, and this piece of heaven and earth had become a pond for the cultivation of ghost lotuses.

Green also refers to black.

The so-called green lotus is the black lotus, also known as the ghost lotus.

Taichi was originally the pool of Taiyin.

The black mist emitted from the ghost lotus is the purest yin and ghost qi, and it is the essence of the yin that is refined by the burning yin spiritual fire, and a drop is as heavy as a thousand mountains.

The gaze of the ink dyed clothes never left the ink lotus, watching it float in the black mist, watching it gradually grow larger under the nourishment of the yin and ghostly qi.

First, the crystals of the fire turned into dust, and then the slender branches and stems that supported the huge buds disappeared, and the buds no longer grew, maintaining a size of about two zhang and hanging quietly in the air, no longer undulating with the black mist.

A filament appeared out of thin air between the ink-dyed clothes and the buds.

The silk thread is extremely delicate, as if it will break lightly when it touches it.

Ink Dye knew that this was the only remaining connection between her and the chubby girl.

If the monk uses this "Taichi Qinglian Ghost Scroll" exercise to cultivate the ghost path, once it is completed, the cause and effect of the front edge will be cut off, and there will be no more ties.

In other words, if the fat girl returns to the soul in this way, the contract between them will be broken and there will be no connection.

And what she has to do now is to re-establish herself with the fat girl who has not yet succeeded.

The mark that belonged to her went up along the silk thread, not in the bud, and there was no reaction for a long time.

In the silent darkness, there was no sound at all, and it was quiet and infiltrating.

After a long time, the mark came out from within, floated on the bud, and disappeared in a flash.

Suddenly, the bud cracked open from the tip, and a crack was like a knife cut, neatly downward.

The heart of the ink-dyed garment hangs high, one, two, three......

That's a full number of nine!

The heart was clenched in vain, and it turned out to be a nine-petal ghost lotus!

According to the record in the "Taichi Qinglian Ghost Scroll", the number of lotus petals is three, six, and nine.

Three petals, nine layers, the number of thirty-nine.

Six petals, nine layers, the number of six nines.

Nine petals, nine layers, and the number of ninety-nine.

In order to make the ghost lotus bloom completely, she needs to use her own essence and blood to refine the Yin text, which is engraved on the lotus petals, and the number of ninety-nine means that she has to engrave eighty-one Yin texts.

Yin Wen, a branch of runes, is extremely cold and almost unknown.

Only monks who practice ghost dao will study this kind of rune, and the yin text spawned by ghost qi has all kinds of mysterious and miraculous effects, and monks such as ink-dyed clothes can only replace it with essence blood, and the condensation of each yin text will consume their own qi and blood true element, for monks, sacrificing yin text is like convulsion and bleeding themselves.

There was no time for her to think about it, and with a slight touch of the index fingers of both hands, two drops of blood condensed on the fingertips.

The blood beads are stretched at the same time, the left and right are drawn, and a yin text is formed. Printed on the ghost lotus, the faint light is shining, and a leaf of lotus petals is torn apart.

Subsequently. Second leaf, third leaf......

After the first layer of nine petals, the second layer, the third layer......

Every Yin text seems to be engraved in her brain, written and written in blood, and it is exactly the same.

After the third layer was peeled off, the face of the ink-dyed clothes was already very ugly.

Over time. The lotus petals of the seventh layer appeared in front of him, and the Yin inscriptions that needed to be engraved were so complicated that they were chaotic at a glance.

The ten fingers of the hands are hollow, like the color of paper.

Slam your chest. A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and his fingers flew quickly, bringing up the afterimage of the Dao.

By the last layer, her speed had slowed down to the extreme. Every movement of the fingers seemed to have a hammer hanging over it.

Yin Wen required for the sake of sacrifice. Almost drained her.

The body was already overwhelmed, and if it hadn't been supported by a thought, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago.

The force of slapping on her chest is getting heavier and heavier, and the essence and blood that can be spit out are getting less and less, and she has to slap it almost three times, or even four times, and she can't care about whether it hurts or not.

The seventy-ninth Yin Script was completed. The ink-dyed clothes are nearly exhausted.

The essence and blood in her whole body were almost exhausted, and the Yuan Ying was lying in the dantian. Describing Weiton, the aura on his body is constantly shaking, as if he has been torn vigorously by something, and there is a possibility of being torn apart at any time.

At this point, it is difficult for the ink dyed clothes to ride a tiger.

If she gives up, the fat girl who has re-established a contract with her will definitely die, and she will not be much better.

If she continued, she might not have to wait for the last Yin Text, the eightieth Yin Text in front of her could make her exhaust her essence and blood!

Her eyes flashed with fierce light, staring at the lotus petals, only the last two lotus petals were left, and the ink lotus with only the last two petals left could no longer cover the scenery inside, and Bai Shengsheng's little arms and legs were looming.

Trembling and clenching his teeth, such a simple action took the old nose's strength, biting down viciously, his tongue was about to break, and he was reluctant to squirt out with a mouth full of blood, and the yin text in his mind was sketched over and over again.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The blood mist dissipated, and the eightieth Yin text condensed.

Slowly, it flew up and imprinted on the lotus petals.

The lotus petals peeled off, and the last leaf stood alone!

*

Once, she had heard and seen more than once, and the last drop of blood of the cultivator was gone.

Probably no one has ever stood in the shoes of these people to understand what it is like.

Now, in the personal experience of ink dyeing, I really feel what kind of feeling it is at this time!

In addition to all kinds of incisive national scoldings, she just wants to say:

Grandma!

At this moment, the ink dyed clothes finally figured out what was going on in the ghost path.

This is suicide!

It's not an ordinary suicide, it's torture!

Torture yourself to death.

Because the fat girl couldn't complete this series of steps, she was fortunate enough to go through the whole process of bloodletting and suicide.

Extremely not hilarious!

According to the normal procedure, she can be killed now, and the last Yin Wen will be sacrificed with the last spiritual qi and blood, and then the soul will be absorbed by the ghost lotus, reincarnated as a ghost body, and achieve the ghost path.

It can be seen that the ghost, she is not the main master, is it good.

So, the only option now is-

Crushed baby!

The ink-dyed Yuan Ying gradually withered in the process of her continuous extraction of essence and blood, and it had reached the point where it was difficult to support it anymore.

Once the baby is broken, the pure energy of the Yuan Infant will become a storage like a perfect tonic soup, nourishing her body that has been drained alive.

Seize that moment, and she will complete the last Yin Text!

*

Chaotic thoughts exploded in my head.

It is difficult to predict what the consequences will be of baby crushing.

The fall of the realm...... Can it still be rebuilt......

After the baby is broken, not only must the last Yin text be sacrificed in one fell swoop, but also the golden pill must be condensed at the same time.

The most worrying thing is the damned remnant soul lurking in her body, it is when she is weak, if she takes the opportunity to attack......

*

There is no way back, you can only move forward!

Get rid of the distractions in your head.

Yuan Ying struggled to get up and sat cross-legged with a calm and solemn expression.

The next moment, the baby is broken.

The abundant aura exploded.

The fragile body could not withstand this force at all, and it was torn open countless holes like rags, leaking air everywhere.

******

The last Yin text was condensed almost at the same time as Jin Dan.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately afterwards, it was as if a heavy hammer smashed on the newly condensed golden pill.

Bang!

On top of the sleek golden pill, a crack opened.

Bang!

Cracking again.

The pain of the cracking of the golden pill, the depletion of the flesh. The realm is unstable, she is like an atomic bomb that may explode at any time, if one is not good, she will completely disappear between heaven and earth, and her body will die.

There was a trance in front of the ink-dyed clothes, and all of a sudden it was reality, a huge ghost lotus. There is only the last leaf lotus petal left, waiting for her last Yin text, and it will be completed.

All of a sudden, it was an illusory space. The eyebrows flashed with the familiar and repeated immortal seal of "self", and stretched out his hand to her with a smile, the smile should be warm and moist, but it was as cold as ice. It's eerie and heart-palpitating.

Above the golden pill. There are more and more rifts.

And that Yin text, with the great earthquake of Jin Dan, went up firmly.

"We should have been together!" She whispered softly, and finally walked out in an illusion, getting closer and closer, slowly overlapping with the ink-dyed clothes......

*

The last leaf of the lotus petal was torn apart, and the black mist around it surged towards the ghost lotus like crazy.

The body of the ink-dyed clothes drifted with the mist, and even the two soul shadows inside swayed.

"Damn it!"

"Obsession" cursed, and it was about to succeed. However, it was affected by the ghost mist, and the two souls that were about to overlap were forced to separate.

What's even more unexpected is that. The ghost lotus suddenly flew over and slammed into the body of the ink dyed clothes, the huge impact force made the already dilapidated body of the ink dyed clothes even more dilapidated, if it weren't for the inheritance baptism of the goddess of the night before, the strength of the physical body was far beyond ordinary people, and this time it could hit her to pieces.

What is more severe than the physical injury is the concussion of the soul in the body.

It almost knocked the soul of the ink-dyed clothes out of its body.

And she's just almost, the other "she" is really knocked out of the way.

In a sense, the form of "obsession" is also a kind of soul body, but it is more ethereal and elusive.

But that doesn't stop the chubby chick from wanting to take a vicious bite.

Whew!

With the size of a fat girl's mouth, even if it thinks it is a big mouthful, it is still ...... Very small.

But it is very good at picking places, and it is a mouthful towards the place where the shiny immortal seal is!

Yes!

A scream and an exclamation!

"Obsession" rubbed back, disappeared all of a sudden, and hid again.

The fat girl who swallowed the bite of the immortal mark was not sad.

Ninety-nine eighty-one Yin Wen is completed, just wait for the lotus petal to completely bloom, and then absorb the Taichi ghost mist, it can be completed.

But a guy who wanted to usurp the throne popped out of its owner's body.

In the little head of the chubby girl, only admit that this one owner said, let it accept the other one, and there is no door.

Before the ghost lotus was formed, the fat girl had been in a deep sleep, and it was not until the soul silk implicated in the ink-dyed clothes appeared that it slowly woke up.

Because he has been asleep for too long, his mind has been in chaos, and he can only act according to instinct, knowing nothing about the outside world.

I vaguely felt that the power of the contract was stable again, and vaguely felt that there was constantly power being injected into the body, and when the last yin text was formed, it was completely awake in the ghost lotus, and it clearly "saw" the current situation of the master, and clearly saw that there was suddenly another soul shadow in the master's body.

The moment the yin text printed the lotus petal, it has not yet completed the incarnation, and the most important wing part for the spirit butterfly has not yet been built, but there is no time to wait, for the fat girl who rebuilt the "Taichi Qinglian Ghost Scroll", the ghost lotus is also a part of it, yes, there is the feat of the whole ghost lotus slamming into the past.

Of course, whether the owner's current physical state can withstand it is not within the scope of its small head.

The fat girl who is extremely sensitive to the soul body can sense the strength of that guy's soul power, and the most condensed and contained the power of the soul that it fears is the center of the eyebrows.

What immortal seal is not immortal seal For a ghost butterfly, it is difficult to understand.

Because of the transformation just now, the little arms and legs can't move flexibly, and the fat girl is lying on the lotus canopy at this time.

The little head struggled upward, her cheeks bulged, and her big eyes stared at the ink-dyed clothes, and her master was completely soft and mentally limp.

I'm going to fight for my life, and I finally have a good result.

Not only was the fat girl rescued, but the "obsession" was also hit hard, and it is estimated that she will not dare to jump out again for a long time.

If possible. She really wanted to laugh a few times, but unfortunately her physical condition really didn't allow it.

The black mist was constantly absorbed by the ghost lotus, and the eighty-one leaf lotus petals that bloomed were fanning and fanning. The yin text on it is like a branding, and the ghost fire is dotted among them.

The last wisp of black mist was absorbed, and the fat girl clenched her little fist and swallowed the lump in her mouth with difficulty.

While swallowing, he smashed the lotus pod with his small fist......

Whoever looks cute has a face!

I finally swallowed it, and before it could be proud, it was gorgeous--fainted.

*

Ink-dyed clothes witnessed the whole process of the chubby girl's greed and death.

A small bite from the center of the "obsession" almost burst the little guy.

"Obsession" itself does not have any power, but the power of her soul is incomparably strong, and this power. It was the immortal seal that was concentrated in the center of her eyebrows.

As soon as the fat girl swallowed it, its stomach swelled like a balloon, even though it was a ghost butterfly that fed on the soul. With such a huge amount of soul power, it is still difficult to digest.

Fortunately, the fat girl at the moment is no longer the original ghost butterfly, but a person who has practiced the top exercises of the ghost path. A ghost butterfly conceived by a lotus.

This indigestible force followed the last step of its incarnation. A pair of one-of-a-kind rune wings have been formed!

Although "Obsession" does not have any power, her predecessor is a Fu Immortal, and her knowledge and understanding of Fu Dao are all sealed and embodied in her immortal seal.

This bite not only swallowed a little of her soul body, but also swallowed her talisman mysteries.

The subtlety of the fairy talisman is far from being understood by the fat girl, but this does not prevent it from embodying it, such as ...... Break up the immortal seal and decompose it into immortal runes, and "grow" them with the veins of the wings.

After the little one wakes up. Meng Meng rubbed her eyes, and Meng Meng moved her little arms and legs. Meng Meng Da patted her little belly, Meng Meng Da reached the wings behind her with a very short and thick little hand, but she couldn't reach it, Meng Meng Da turned her head, tilted her little head and looked at it for a while, and then Meng Meng Da turned around, and Meng Meng Da looked at her.

With a cute grin, her wings flapped, she flew over from the lotus canopy and fell directly on her.

Ink-dyed clothes snorted, and the bones in his body were scattered in pain.

The fat girl didn't feel conscious of hurting her master at all, her chubby little hands grabbed her broken robe, her little head arched one by one, and rubbed her with her tender little face.

I don't know what I'm talking about, and the moon, who is about to go home from work, reluctantly casts the last moonlight, hitting its wings, and the fairy talisman on it flickers, almost blinding her eyes, and the corner of the little guy's left eye bends a silver crescent, the silver light is scorching, dazzling.

The silver light shining on her body was warm, and she almost fell asleep comfortably.

The bones of the whole body were reconnected together, the meridians were smoothed and soothed, the flesh was nourished, and a trace of vitality was radiated, and the dilapidated body of the ink-dyed clothes finally reluctantly began to work again.

This is the power of the Moon Butterfly Clan's restoration.

So wonderful!

The soul thread that pulls her and the fat girl can no longer be seen, but the involvement between the two, the feeling of blood and blood, life and death, warm and happy!

Raising his hand, enduring the pain, he curiously touched the little guy's wings, and the fairy talismans on them pushed her away one by one, so that her fingers could only touch the ink-colored butterfly wings themselves.

And those immortal talismans, arrogantly flashing with aura of various colors, appear and disappear from time to time, decorating this pair of intense ink-colored butterfly wings with extraordinary beauty.

"Hehe......" Ink-dyed clothes chuckled.

"Hehe......" Ink-dyed clothes smirked.

"Hehe......" She didn't know what else to do except laugh.

The fat girl raised her head and looked at her with a bun face very strictly, and the little meat hand patted her face, shaking her head back and forth from side to side.

She didn't have to guess what the little guy was thinking, she must be wondering if his owner was mentally ill.

"A blessing in disguise?" Her voice was hoarse, like grinding a stone with sandpaper.

The chubby girl pursed her lips and nodded as if she understood very well.

Then he suddenly thought of something, flew back to the inky lotus canopy, picked up a pair of large wings that were out of proportion to its small body, and pouted his ass and drummed something on the lotus canopy.

No, grab a round bead and come out.

The beads are pitch black, a little bigger than the round belly of the little guy, and it is very funny to hold, very similar to the rare black pearls in the deep-sea pearl mussels, or the best grade, pearlescent and restrained, and the charm is extraordinary.

Only then did the ink-dyed clothes see that there were nine beads embedded in the lotus canopy where the lotus petals bloomed.

Belch...... In this way, these beads are the ...... of this ghost lotus Lotus seed?

The fat girl flew to the ink dyed clothes with the lotus seeds in her hand, and with a slap of her little hand, a trembling ghost floated out of the lotus seeds.

"Lord...... The master ......" Yang Tong Qianyan's voice trembled, and the words were not good.

has just experienced the situation of near-death and survival, and no one can remain calm, especially in front of the fat girl who has just returned to the soul.

When the ghost lotus absorbed the black mist, she sucked it up, and it almost became the cornerstone of laying the foundation of the fat girl's Dao, but fortunately, the fat girl identified it in time, took her out alone, and stored it in the zài lotus seeds, otherwise it would really become the food of the ghost butterfly.

"Let's go back."

The fat girl was reborn, and the ink dyed clothes were in a good mood, and her tone was very gentle.

The ghost attendant, who was strongly frightened, nodded busily, and rushed back to the Soul Raising Tower impatiently.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the sun finally rises lazily, and the sun slowly advances.

The fat girl pouted, holding the lotus seeds and flying back to the lotus canopy.

The lotus petals are closed layer by layer, blocking out the sunlight tightly. (To be continued......)