"Get out of the way!" should have been what I said to Ming Chong. Why do you say "yes"? Because that's definitely not what I want to say. Listen to that voice, it's not my voice. It's a lot of fun, and I can't even control myself when I speak. It was as if a soul had crept into my body. Squeezed my own soul aside. Who the hell is it?

Ming Chong naturally ignored me, he was still fighting with Qingyun Fist. Of course, I think they'll start using those notorious ways when they're tired. I can only use "think" now. Therefore, the Tao was invented to make fighting easier and more destructive.

Then I could only keep my mouth shut and watch myself walk towards Ming Chong in a rage, and suddenly I reached out and grabbed his arm like lightning. When he was about to kick Qingyun's miserable cheek, he threw him away.

"Haha, yes, yes, kind of interesting. Qingyun took the opportunity to jump two steps away and stood there, looking at me with a smile.

"Don't get in the way anymore, or I'll kill you together." I ignored Qingyun, but turned half my head and said to Ming Chong.

"Possessed by the Killing God. I wish you had that ability. ”

"Stinky old way, Lao Tzu killed you. You must die at the hands of Lao Tzu today. ”

This self-proclaimed "Lao Tzu" is not me, but a soul possessed by me. The soul of a man whom I have no impression of at all. How could he quietly attach his soul to me? Is it a "new tenant" who has been here for a long time and has not had a seizure, or is it a "new tenant" who only came in today?

"Pretend to be a ghost, and the old way will take you away. Qingyun said as he pulled out a larger spirit banner from his back. The spirit banner is colorful, inlaid with gold edges, and it is extremely gorgeous. Trembling twice in the air, but it was a gust of cloudy wind.

"We'll see. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I had already flashed in front of Qingyun at an incredible speed. It felt like I was sitting in a car and it was going so fast that I hadn't even reacted to it. It's already at the finish line. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the spirit banner dancing in the air. Qingyun didn't seem to be able to dodge, and was caught by me.

I didn't want to, but there was a "zila" sound, and my palms seemed to be burned. This bastard really doesn't take my body seriously, and when my feelings hurt, I can feel it myself. However, I didn't let go, but swung along the spirit flag. I put it in two swings like a pass in football, all to confuse Qingyun, and when he judged which direction I would break through, I had already dodged around his back.

Even I don't know where I got around.

"Stinky boy, don't just be in a daze. Learn a little. ”

At this time, Ming Chong did not forget to teach me earnestly. He didn't think that one day someone would kick me out of my body. However, I still obediently listened to Ming Chong's words, and carefully felt the movement of true qi in my body. That unknown soul can still drive my true qi.

At first, I felt that the true qi was running around in my body, and there was no pattern at all, and even the speed was so fast that I couldn't catch it concretely. Even if it was captured, the next moment the True Qi flew elsewhere, and I don't remember what happened to the True Qi before.

Suddenly I felt a throbbing pain in my chest, as if someone had pressed it on the wound on my chest. When I came back to my senses, it dawned that my body had slapped Qingyun. I was so shocked that I took three steps back. But Qingyun was beaten and spit out a mouthful of blood.

When did I have such a strong palm? It should be that Qingyun has not recovered from the injury of the duel with Ming Chong. However, I made a note of the flow of true qi in the moment before the palm just now. That nameless soul carried my true qi from the left Shaoyin Sutra all the way to the right Shaoyin Sutra. Then it was shipped back in the opposite direction. This is different from my previous use of qi, when I used to fight with others, I would transport all my true qi to the palm of my hand before facing each other. Basically, the two palms are divided equally, and the advantage of this is when you meet an opponent who is evenly matched. I don't lose my center of gravity because of the imbalance of force.

And the method of luck that I feel now, although it is a little weird, but the effect is not bad at all. It seemed that Qingyun had to resist the same force with both hands. And he wants to prevent me from having different strengths in my two hands, and the moment of the palm. His energy came in from the palm of my hand that was full of true qi, followed my energy to the Shaoyin Sutra on the other side, and then came out. Collided with the True Qi on the other side of Qingyun. In fact, it's equivalent to half of his own strength in my fight against him.

That's right. In the end, I didn't come up with a single rule, and I summed up one point, that is, the use of true qi should not be intentional or conformist.

In the blink of an eye, Qingyun was almost dead by me. But I don't feel good in my heart, what the hell does the person who controls me want. And I myself was like a spectator, watching Qingyun's palms suddenly grow by an inch, but his fingernails grew by three inches. His hair was already on the verge of falling out, but now it stood on end.

I struck him again as on dead wood. I don't feel any real air rotation at all. True Qi could not be transmitted into Qingyun's body.

"Watch out for his 'three points'!"

"What's in the wood?"

"Look at your arms and palms. ”

The soul that controlled my body may have sensed something strange and jumped aside. Only then did I see that my palms and arms were red, as if they had been burned by boiling water. Before I could ask Ming Chong what was going on, the places that were originally red began to turn purple and then black. I started to get nervous, what the hell was this method that made my arms black.

"Ming Chong, what's going on?"

"He's told you to get three points. This is the beginning. Qingyun suddenly sneered.

He didn't mean to accept it when he saw it, and under the wild dance of the spirit flag, it did not attract any hail, but instead attracted a burst of ghosts and wolf howls. This is the real spirit flag. Conjuring spirits.

I listened to the ghost's cry in my ears, but my eyes watched my arm slowly turn from black to the color of dry bark, and even cracks.

"Don't touch!" I shouted late. I didn't control my hand, I could only watch as my hand peeled off a piece of dry skin from my arm.

This is my body. Dropping such a big piece of meat, how will I use my hands in the future.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and kill Qingyun. Ming Chong commanded vigorously there, but he didn't go up to fight.

"Why don't you kill him, you know that I am controlled, and you still say cool things. "I'm not afraid of any evil ghosts, so I didn't pay attention to Qingyun, who was still dancing there, and pointed at Ming Chong, who was sitting on the ground, and scolded.

"As soon as he used the spirit flag, I couldn't manipulate the old man's body anymore. What else can I do, I can only let him slaughter. ”

"Then you will wait there to die. ”

Hey, no, how can I reach out and point out the rush? Could it be that Qingyun used the spirit banner to drive away the soul that had been controlling me in my body. But soon I also reacted, my hands were like this, how could I fight Qingyun.

"Qingyun, you old immortal, what happened to my arm?" After the horror was over, he knew that the injury on my arm could not be recovered, so he vented all his anger on Qingyun.

"Didn't Ming Chong tell you 'three points into the wood'! Naturally, if you touch the body of the old man, you will be infected with corpse poison, and this corpse poison can enter the wood for three points, even the most dense tree will enter the three points. Not to mention your hands. ”

"It's also a scourge to keep you, I just fought two arms today, and I want you to break your body into pieces. ”

I held the short sword that Shang Ning'er had left behind, as if there was a layer of bark between my hand and the hilt of the short sword. Although it feels like it's back, it's not a great experience. Qingyun ignored my dagger and danced wildly. The dagger slashed at his body, and the same did not do anything, at most it cut off some scraps of wood.

Before I knew it, the whole yard was already dark. There were clusters of black clouds huddled together in the sky. I knew it wasn't a black cloud, it was the color of a ghost. The black clouds swirled slowly in mid-air, and the pressure became lower and lower. The sound of the ghost crying was getting closer. It was as if my heartbeat was following the melody of the ghost's scream. (To be continued...) )