Ximen Jing has only one thought, and he must not let it get close. But ideas and reality are often contrary to each other, and the black image is a big net that pounces up, and in the blink of an eye, it is integrated into Ximen Jing's body.

If in normal times, Ximen Jing had his own aura to protect his body, and he would never be invaded by evil spirits so easily. But at this moment, the aura in his body is surging around, where is there any strength left to resist the invasion from outside the body.

When the black shadow entered the body, Ximen Jing only felt that his body, which was originally hot and unbearable, seemed to be doused with cold water, and he couldn't help but shiver. This is like adding insult to injury, adding fuel to the fire. The two forces in the body, one cold and one hot, attacked the sea of knowledge respectively. The line of defense, which could have held out for a moment, immediately showed signs of collapse.

Just when the Ximen official was about to die, suddenly, a milky white breath came out of the Xuanfu. Ximen Jing remembered that this was a glimmer of good fortune that he had obtained from helping the dead soul last time, what could it do at this time?

I saw that a trace of willingness, hovering together, like a gold steel drill bit, rushed to the tail lure, and drilled it fiercely.

In an instant, the sturdy embankment, like a boiling soup pouring snow, was drilled a hole by the power of will. At this time, Ximen Jing's ears seemed to hear a cracking sound, and the aura that was scurrying all over his body finally found an outlet and swept away along the hole. For a while, the obstacle was like a collapsing embankment, gradually being broken by the impact.

After a while, the galloping wild horse seemed to have found the head horse, followed by the wish, slowed down, slowly calmed down, and returned to the Xuanfu.

However, that black and cold aura was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and it continued to attack Zhihai, putting on an undying posture.

It stands to reason that the dead soul and the living soul belong to the spirit. Just as the human body is made up of carbohydrates, the basic building block of all spirits is Reiki. The difference is that in contrast to pure Reiki, the soul has consciousness and wisdom. Moreover, the aura is peaceful and upright, the fierce soul is evil and violent, and the two phases are incompatible.

The aura can be manipulated by consciousness within the meridians, but the dead soul has its consciousness and will never be affected unless it can be refined into a primordial aura by removing its impurities.

The attack of the dead soul was like a thin needle that was extremely cold, stabbing fiercely in the brain. Every time, Ximen Jing was convulsed all over his body, and he wanted to die of pain.

was rushed into the sea of knowledge by the aura, and at most he died. But to be entered by a murderous spirit, that is, life is better than death. Since then, he has been manipulated by the murderous spirit, turned into a puppet that is not as good as a beast, and it is better to die cleanly. For the first time since he cultivated, Ximen Jing had fear in his heart.

The power of desire in the Xuanfu seemed to feel the danger encountered by Ximen Jing, and once again turned into a whirlpool, driving all the spiritual energy straight to the sea of knowledge. After all, the aura and the evil spirit are not on the same side, and when they meet, they are like two countries fighting each other, and there is a violent conflict.

Just like hot oil meets cold water, Ximen Jing's meridians suddenly became lively, as if boiling a pot. Ximen Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly lay backwards, and instantly bounced up like a corpse. The muscles on the surface of the body burst out, like countless earthworms crawling under the skin.

There is a way that evil is invincible, in the blink of an eye, the fierce soul array was overwhelmed by the aura led by the will, and the defeat was like a mountain, and a large amount of soul qi was swallowed by the aura in Ximen Jing's body, leaving only a wisp as thick as a belt, half of which was drilled into Ximen Jing's shoulder well**, and the other half was drilled out of the body and attached to the neck.

Ximen Jing had just sat up on the bed, and suddenly felt that his right hand did not obey the call, and he raised it and choked his throat fiercely.

At this time, Ximen Jing had been tossed and collapsed, and his whole body was weak, and it was difficult to move like the sky. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a black gas wrapping around his neck, gradually tightening. In an instant, the strangled eyes rolled up, and his tongue spit out, like a hanged ghost.

Ximen Jing desperately broke his right hand with his left hand, but he was not as strong as the other party. For a while, he was rolling from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, and then from the head of the bed back to the end of the bed, rolling again and again, and he was about to lose his breath.

Coincidentally, Tang Zhidao beside the bed fell into his eyes. Ximen Jing rolled over, grabbed the handle of the knife, and cut off his neck.

Of course, Ximen Jing definitely didn't want to commit suicide. He remembered that this Tang Zhi knife had killed countless people, and it belonged to the great murderer, so he might be able to restrain the murderous spirit. This time it was really a blind cat that touched a dead mouse, and the blade just touched the black gas, and the black gas was like a mouse seeing a cat, let go of Ximen Jing's neck, turned into a black arrow and jumped out of the window, and disappeared.

Looking at the Ximen officials again, it seems that they have just finished taking a sauna, their whole body is red and sweaty, and their underwear is through. I was secretly glad in my heart, if it weren't for this wisp of good fortune and straight knife, I might not have been able to save my life, and fortunately I stopped the blade quickly, otherwise I would have wiped my neck if I hadn't been tossed to death.

It is only temporary, and it will not be long before the pass can be re-silted. After the shock calmed down for a while, Ximen Jing didn't dare to rest, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot to consolidate the results. At this time, the benefits of rushing away from the tail lube are revealed, and when running the aura, it suddenly feels extremely smooth.

Some of the small obstacles in the past have also become very smooth, and I think that the path of cultivation in the future will be twice as effective with half the effort. Only then did he break through a pass, and it is conceivable what it is like to open all the two veins of Ren Du.

Just when Ximen Jing was immersed in the joy of dying in a desperate situation, there was a tingling pain in the well point of his right shoulder. Looking inside, he found that there was still a stream of black gas left here, and he immediately ran the aura to surround it, just waiting for it to be slowly refined and turned into his own use.

At this time, the aura in Ximen Jing's body devoured a large number of fierce souls, which was much stronger than before, and it was really faster to devour and refine the soul than to absorb the aura, no wonder some evil sects in the legend always like to devour the soul.

Looking closely, that trace of wish power consumed a lot, and became as delicate as hair, lying listlessly in the Xuanfu without movement. Knowing the benefits of Wishing Power today, Ximen Jing secretly decided that he must obtain more Wishing Power in the future, and this kind of power will definitely bring great help in the cultivation process.

Ximen Jing contemplated and meditated, taking advantage of the residual momentum of breaking through the pass just now, warming and nourishing the meridians over and over again, washing away the filthy qi deposited in the tail lube again and again, washing and washing the newly opened meridians. Before I knew it, it was late at night.

In the courtyard, the old man who released the murderous soul was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and suddenly his body shook, opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and there was a trace of black smoke in his palm. This is exactly the fierce spirit he unleashed, only to become countless times weaker.

The old man sighed, carefully looked at the murderous soul for a long time, and muttered to himself: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that it was not the methods of Taoism and immortals, let alone witchcraft, this person is really weird! Could it be that there is a secret branch in the Xuanmen?"

The old man got off the bed, set up an incense table, lit three sandalwood sticks, and waited for the fragrance to linger. took out a piece of fresh ink jade, chanted to sandalwood for a long time, beat the murderous soul into the ink jade again, rubbed it and said: "If you can be injured like this, it can be regarded as a good way, you can cultivate here with peace of mind, and go back to the old man to catch the soul of that kid to give you a companion!"