Since he had already been here yesterday, Zhang Baoshan came to Yimen Mountain with a familiar car, entered the reincarnation hall, found a place on the platform and sat down directly, closed his eyes and cultivated.

Yesterday, he had absorbed twenty-one souls, including thirteen disciples of each inner sect, seven disciples of the inner sect of the Sword Sect, and one external elder of the Fire Sect.

There were no foreign elders and deacons in the crowd that came today, and his target was only those few powerful sword gates and inner doors.

Most of the day's time passed in a flash, and after Zhang Baoshan gained some valuable memories of knife practice, he returned to the light knife peak with satisfaction.

In the next few days, Zhang Baoshan was active between Yimen Mountain and Qingdao Peak, two points and one line, constantly enriching himself.

On this morning, Zhang Baoshan hastily ate breakfast, came to the reincarnation hall alone as usual, and found a place to sit down on the platform to cultivate.

A few days ago, he had been lucky enough to absorb the soul of a deacon of the Sword Gate.

That deacon's name is Tian Jingtian, and his cultivation has reached the ninth level of qi training, and the realm of the sword path has touched the level of the third realm of the sword path - the level of the sword qi, and the original one-handed thunder sword technique has won him a lot of fame in the sect.

Of course, these were of little significance to Zhang Baoshan, what he gained the most in Tian Jingtian's memory was the ninth layer of the sword vein that Tian Jingtian had cultivated for decades.

That aura running route involving eighty-one spiritual veins, Zhang Baoshan felt his scalp tingle just by looking at it, and now he can finally run the ninth layer of the knife vein without changing his face, and slowly transform the attributeless spiritual veins in his body into the knife veins.

In the crowd in the darkness below, some people breathed from time to time, but Zhang Baoshan was always immersed in cultivation, and he didn't have the slightest idea of taking a piece of the pie from the afterlife array.

After absorbing more memories, he also became picky eaters, and although there were many people below, none of them could catch his attention.

After immersing himself in cultivation, a few hours passed quickly, and Zhang Baoshan practiced and suddenly felt a faint yin and evil aura.

He opened his eyes, quietly scanned the surroundings, and finally found an abnormality in a man with a resolute face on the opposite side.

The ring on the man's finger was emitting a faint black glow.

It was an extremely pure dark aura, if it weren't for Zhang Baoshan's extremely strong dark talent, and his spiritual power far surpassed that of the disciples sitting around, he really wouldn't be able to find the man's abnormality.

Zhang Baoshan's eyes swept over the ring on the man's hand, without pausing, like an ordinary disciple opening his eyes to rest between cultivation, and then closed his eyes again after a while.

The flickering light on the ring made him faintly feel sick and palpitating, in order not to startle the snake, Zhang Baoshan did not look at the man again, but carefully observed the fluctuations of spiritual power in the reincarnation array.

After feeling it carefully, he really found that a small part of the discrete spiritual power was flowing in a fixed direction.

That direction is the direction of the resolute man I saw before.

Could it be that you ran into the legendary old man?

Zhang Baoshan remembered the secondary two novels he had flipped through when he was bored in his previous life, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had guessed the truth of the matter.

The moment he figured it out, his heart was hot.

Isn't the purpose of his coming to Weimen Mountain to absorb valuable memories, but what kind of memories can be compared to the mysterious old man.

Thinking of this, Zhang Baoshan silently recited "Amitabha Buddha" a few times, forcibly calmed down his excited mood, and continued to cultivate.

On this day, Zhang Baoshan left a little early, but just in the afternoon, he left Yimen Mountain silently and returned to his Light Knife Peak.

After returning to the Heavenly Sword Residence, Zhang Baoshan immediately called his chief handyman, Li Lanhui, and used the rubbing stone to rub the image of the resolute man in front of her, changing his usual easy-goingness, and said to Li Lanhui seriously: "This person is an inner disciple of the Trick Sect, don't alarm him, I want all his information." ”

"Okay, senior brother, wait a minute, I'll be able to bring it to you before dinner." It was the first time for Li Lanhui to see Zhang Baoshan so serious, so after a little thought, he answered directly.

She has never been able to see through Zhang Baoshan's breath, but she feels that Zhang Baoshan's temperament changes significantly every day, and even intuitively, she feels that her senior brother's strength seems to have surpassed her.

Of course, that incredible thought only occasionally crossed her mind.

Li Lanhui, who received the task, quickly left, and two hours later, the details of the sect disciple named Xiao Qing appeared in Zhang Baoshan's hands.

Xiao Qing, male, 20 years old, the only son of the head of the Xiao family in Flint City, under the jurisdiction of Shangxuanzong.

When he was a child, he was extremely talented, and he had cultivated to the third level of qi cultivation for three years, and he was known as a genius who was rare in Flint City for ten years, and was valued by the elders of the Xuanzong Sect and accepted as a core disciple.

However, God was jealous of the talent, and on his thirteenth birthday, his cultivation disappeared overnight, and since then he has become a waste person ridiculed by everyone.

Shangxuanzong kicked him out of the door because of his complete cultivation, and his fiancée, who had been married to him since childhood, came to the door in person and tore up the marriage contract, and even his father, Xiao Linshan, the patriarch of the Xiao family, was influenced by his son and was removed from the position of patriarch by the Xiao family elder group.

For a while, this famous young genius fell from the sky to the mortal world, and survived six years in the ridicule of everyone.

On the night of Xiao Qing's nineteenth birthday, he cultivated cross-legged as usual, and unexpectedly re-felt the existence of the aura, and since then he has soared into the sky, not only recovering his previous cultivation within a year, but also going to the next level, and his strength has reached the fifth level of qi training.

In a year, Xiao Qing successfully returned to Shangxuanzong from a wasted person who had no cultivation to the fifth layer of Qi training, and because of his somewhat legendary experience, many female cultivators of the Trick Sect were secretly moved.

After Zhang Baoshan finished reading Xiao Qing's information, he took the jade slip away from his head, and suddenly felt that Xiao Qing's story made him feel very familiar. If you think about it, it should be a male protagonist in a novel I read in my previous life.

The old man's breath is yin and evil, obviously he is not a good person, he can hide in the storage ring in a conscious mind, and he is extremely strong in the future. However, it is such a powerful evil path senior, but he is living in a small monk who is in the middle level of Qi cultivation, and it is not difficult to imagine the difference in state and the low residual strength.

Zhang Baoshan's eyes flashed, and he thought of a good plan.

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The next day, as usual, he rushed to Yimen Mountain at dawn.

Because he doesn't know the time ratio between the ghost world and the real world, Zhang Baoshan has almost forgotten to sleep and eat these days, except for going back to Tiandaoju at night to eat and rest, most of the time during the day stays in Yimen Mountain.

Eat Bigu Dan when you are hungry, and drink refined flower dew when you are thirsty, which can be called a model in penance.

After coming to the platform in the hall of the dead, Zhang Baoshan didn't look at Xiao Qing's location, as if an ordinary disciple was casually looking for a place to sit, he walked straight in the direction of Xiao Qing's cultivation yesterday.

For a person with a resolute nature like Xiao Qing, his daily cultivation must be extremely regular, and his cultivation position in the reincarnation array is also very likely to remain unchanged.

Sure enough, as Zhang Baoshan expected, after taking a few steps forward, Xiao Qing's figure was found out of the corner of his eye.

Xiao Qing, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, felt that someone was approaching behind him, turned his head to take a look, and saw that it was a strange fellow disciple, so he didn't care about it and continued to cultivate.

The time for him to return to the Shangxuan Sect was very short, and he didn't know most of the disciples of the Sect.

Zhang Baoshan slowly walked two meters behind Xiao Qing, and suddenly rushed forward with an arrow step, and his right palm was like a thunderbolt, grabbing the ring on Xiao Qing's hand.

That's right, Zhang Baoshan's plan is to grab hard.

Zhang Baoshan, who had reached the ninth level of Qi cultivation in cultivation, was a lot faster than Xiao Qing, and the memories of dozens of powerful cultivators he had absorbed gave him extremely terrifying close range abilities.

Many exquisite and complex top-notch martial arts were easily brought by him, such as the palm that poked out was a low-grade technique of the knife door - "Palm Knife", and the ring on Xiao Qing's hand was pulled off like a thread, which was the top-grade spiritual trick of the hidden killing door - "Silk Winding Hand", in addition, there are many strong techniques and rhythm of steps, all of which are the products of a monk's research for several years or even decades.

Those exquisite martial arts were manipulated by Zhang Baoshan's artistic level, allowing him to scrape off the ring on Xiao Qing's hand as naturally as a breeze, and immediately throw it into the inner array of the reincarnation array.

All of this happened in the lightning and stone fire, and before poor Xiao Qing could react, his old grandfather had already come to the inner formation of the reincarnation array.

The old man in the ring reacted very quickly, and the moment he realized that it was bad, he retracted into the storage ring, and used a secret method to cover the soul aura.

However, he obviously underestimated this reincarnation array that was personally arranged by the legendary Void Child Patriarch, the moment the ring touched the transparent inner array, the entire reincarnation array seemed to tremble, and then it became agitated, and countless tadpole-shaped runes appeared on the large array, and quickly broke away from the surface of the large array and flew towards the ring in the inner array.

The old man in the ring originally wanted to get away with it, but after the first rune of the past hit the ring, he gave up the idea of hiding it, and his eyes came out of the ring gloomily.

The peaceful hall of the dead instantly darkened, and an obscure and gloomy terrifying aura slammed into everyone nearby like a volcanic eruption.

Even if the flying runes of the past life offset most of the momentum impact of the old demon, there was still a part of the coercion that skipped the inner formation of the past life, and directly acted on the disciples, and some of the weaker disciples of the Trick Sect were severely injured in an instant, spit out a mouthful of blood, and left the scene with the support of other disciples.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The majestic old demon turned into a huge dark cloud with a human face, and desperately collided in the inner formation of the afterlife, and the surface of the formation that he hit was golden and magnificent, emitting bursts of fine thunder and lightning, causing a certain amount of consumption to the black and oppressive dark clouds.

It was a pure Zixiao Divine Thunder, and its suppression effect on ghosts and weirdness was among the best among all the thunder genera.

The foreign affairs elders and deacons stationed on the Yimen Mountain, as well as the six Zhuji elders on the nearby mountain peaks, rushed over at full speed after receiving the news that the demons were raging in the Great Hall of the Dead.