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Chapter Seventy-One: Yin God and War Ghost

"Purple Gold Bowl, Seven Star Money Sword!" Xu Changqing picked up some magic weapons that had lost their Dao power but were not damaged from the side of several dried corpses, and looked at them, and couldn't help but smile. Although these immortal Buddha magic weapons are not the best, they are not even the best grades, but for Xu Changqing now, they are better than nothing. He searched around the cave carefully, except for some low-grade spell-casting supplies from the dried corpses, he didn't find a single golden hairpin, and what made him even more strange was that Wei Changhui didn't see the goods of the merchants who came and went. As far as he knew, the merchants often robbed with people and goods, and although most of the goods were perishable, a few of them were antiques for sale, and these antique items would definitely be kept alive and would never be damaged by Wei Changhui's character.

After searching for no results, Xu Changqing thought about it and felt that this place was quiet and very suitable for opening the altar to refine the Yin God War Ghost, so he cleaned up the dried corpses in the cave, and then used the spell-casting tools found from the dried corpses to place the positive and negative Nine Palace Spirit Array on the ground according to the records in Huangquan Dao. Then he took Wei Changhui out of Maitreya's robe, put it in the center of the array, and then tied a red dust silk to the seven-star money sword and hung it on the top of the cave, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Baihui zenith of Wei Changhui's ghost body. In the end, he brought a big stone and placed it as an incense altar in front of the array, took out lotus lamps and other items and put them on it, lit them with heart fire, burned talisman paper, offered to heaven and earth, recited a pure mouth and a pure mantra, and prepared to open the altar to cast spells.

"Quartet gods, listen to my orders, keep the right and ward off evil, return to their positions, the gods are as urgent as the law, summon the spirit!" Xu Changqing recited the mantra while running the true yuan, his fingers passed over the lotus lamp on the incense altar in front of him, and took a little Sanyang True Fire from the lamp, and as the mantra was finished, his fingers flicked towards the ordinary Dharma lamp in the nine palaces in front of him. One point of the Sanyang True Fire was immediately dispersed into nine points, and the nine Dharma Lamps were lit respectively, and then the grass man woven with Spirit Fairy Grass next to the Dharma Lantern flew up under the guidance of Xu Changqing's sword fingers, hung above the Dharma Lamp, and was ignited by the Sanyang True Fire. When the straw man finished burning, the released Dao power attracted the aura of the four directions, and turned into nine virtual images of gods holding magic weapons, which were used as array spirits to calm the formation.

After that, Xu Changqing bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood, which was wrapped in Zhenyuan and formed into a drop, suspended above the sword finger of his right hand. As he silently recited the mantra, streams of pure Dao power were introduced into the blood from the tips of his fingers, and the color of the blood tumbled and gradually faded, and finally became colorless at all. Then he used the Five Elements Dao Method to summon the surrounding golden spirit qi, which gathered in the heart blood full of Dao power, and that drop of heart blood gradually turned into gold.

"The avenue is impermanent, the law spirit refines the body, and it is as urgent as the law!" When the spiritual consciousness that was about to replace Wei Changhui and become the Yin God Battle Soul Spiritual Consciousness was refined, Xu Changqing casually popped it out and shot into Wei Changhui's ghost body.

After the blood rushed into the ghost body, it immediately turned into a golden mist, spreading everywhere, and little by little it merged with the condensed ghost qi. As more and more ghost qi fused, part of the blood contracted and condensed, and gradually formed a mass of spiritual consciousness in the heart of the ghost body, while Wei Changhui's sealed spiritual consciousness was squeezed out of the ghost body little by little, rushing out of the Baihui zenith, and was just captured by the seven-star money sword above. When the mist turned into a painstaking effort completely occupied the ghost body, the ghost body changed its eerie and terrifying appearance, and it shone with a pale golden light of golden spirit qi from the inside to the outside, looking majestic.

"Lead the formation into the body, eh!" Seeing that the Yin God War Ghost had been initially condensed, Xu Changqing then stepped on the step, and his sword finger guided Zhen Yuan to draw a Dao Talisman in the void, and after the Dao pardon was issued, the Dao Talisman immediately rushed into the Yin God War Ghost's body and was imprinted in the heart and blood spiritual consciousness. The array magic weapons placed on the ground around him also instantly turned into a pile of powder at this moment, and the Dao power in it turned into streams of spiritual energy and rushed into the body of the Yin God War Ghost, integrating into the heart and blood spiritual consciousness, and the virtual image of the god in the position of the Nine Palaces also turned into nine physical soul suppression spirit nails, piercing into the nine Yin points around the Yin God War Ghost, locking the golden ghost qi in his body and preventing it from leaking out along the Yin Cave.

After the completion of the casting of a qiē spell, the spiritual consciousness of the Yin God War Ghost was split into two, one part remained in the body of the Yin God War Ghost to control its actions, and the other part was reduced to a cloud of virtual image blood, which flew into Xu Changqing's forehead and merged into his mind. At this time, the Yin God War Ghost also merged into the Divine Consciousness with the Battle Ghost Spiritual Sense, and turned into a ray of light like a spiritual treasure, entered Xu Changqing's upper dantian, stopped on the top of the Yin God Stick, and underwent the repeated refining of the Samadhi True Fire.

At present, the Yin God War Ghost has been preliminarily refined, according to the practice of Huangquan Dao, it is necessary to continuously devour the soul of the Yin God War Ghost to enhance the power of the War Ghost, and when the surface of the War Ghost is formed into a Yin Armor, the Yin God War Ghost can finally complete the refining. However, Xu Changqing was not ready to refine the battle soul according to Huangquan Dao's method, after all, if he devoured too many living souls, first, it would damage his merits, and second, the ghost power of the living souls would dispel the golden spirit qi that had been distributed throughout the body of the war ghosts, making him become as ghostly as before, which was obviously not in line with the needs of his current identity. Therefore, he decided to use the golden spirit qi as the main body, supplemented by the other five elements aura, instead of the living soul to improve the power of the Yin God War Ghost, although it may take more time, but in the end, the war ghost tempered by the Five Elements Spiritual Qi, even if it does not have the power of a demigod like the real Yin God, it will not be worse than the top ghost king.

"Whew!" Xu Changqing slowly pulled out a trace of the five elements of spiritual energy from the five internal organs, and slowly entered it into the Yin God War Ghost, refining it little by little through the Guò Samadhi True Fire to form the Yin Armor, and then took a long breath of turbidity and retracted his mind.

At this time, the seven-star money sword that had absorbed Wei Changhui's spiritual sense was shrouded in a black ghost qi, and it kept shaking, as if it wanted to break free from the shackles of the red dust silk.

"Six thousand years old, you have become like this and are not honest, do you think you can still escape?" Xu Changqing stepped forward with a sneer, took off the seven-star money sword hanging in the air, and the black ghost qi attached to the sword body wanted to drill into his hand, but was immediately dispersed by the true yuan in his hand. When the ghost qi gathered again, Xu Changqing pinched the magic seal in his hand, quickly drew a ghost exorcism talisman in the void, and then concentrated the Dao power of the rune paper on his fingertips, and wiped it on the money sword, and the ghost qi was immediately refined and dissolved by the power of the Dao talisman.

"Heaven and Earth Image, Gathering Spirits to Form, Condensation!" After all the ghost qi attached to the surface of the money sword dissipated, Xu Changqing used the Yin Soul Manifestation Method, pulled Wei Changhui's spiritual sense out of the sword, and suspended it on the money sword.

I saw that at this moment, Wei Changhui's spiritual sense had changed into his original appearance, but it was only the size of his palm, and his body was bound by tiny spiritual threads composed of magic circles. Perhaps he had realized that he had no chance to escape at all, so he stopped struggling, sat cross-legged quietly, looked at Xu Changqing coldly with a pair of gloomy triangular eyes, and said: "This king's life is worth living, although there is no regret in death, you demon monk do it!"

"Did the poor monk say that he wanted you to die?" Xu Changqing looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes narrowed, and said: "Being in such a hurry to die is not like the character of your Northern King Wei Changhui, unless you have something more important than your life and don't want me to know, so you will be in a hurry to die." ”

"What are you thinking nonsense, you and this king are the same kind of people, all of them are selfish and ruthless, with your character, how can you let this king live. Wei Changhui's expression flashed with a hint of panic, although he did a good job of concealing it, but Xu Changqing was aware of the fluctuation of his spiritual sense.

"Yes, it turns out that Six Thousand Years Old knows the poor monk so well, it seems that the poor monk should call Six Thousand Years old a confidant!" Xu Changqing smiled coldly, raised the Seven Star Money Sword in front of him, and said: "Since Six Thousand Years Old can understand the poor monk so well, how can the poor monk not understand Six Thousand Years old?"

Seeing the ridicule in Xu Changqing's eyes, Wei Changhui felt bad, closed his mouth and was silent for a moment, and said: "Isn't the reason why you came to this king's cave mansion to hide gold for those eastern king......s?

"You don't have the conditions to talk to the poor monk. Xu Changqing interrupted Wei Changhui's words and said, "At the beginning, the poor monk was indeed for this Dongwang Tibetan gold, but now the poor monk is more interested in the secret that you have to keep even to death!"

After speaking, without waiting for Wei Changhui to speak again, he gathered a trace of true yuan and pointed it on the body of the spiritual sense, and then the spiritual consciousness instantly searched into a point of light, stuck to the finger and mixed this true yuan Dao power, drew a talisman in the air, and then was guided into the money sword by Xu Changqing's sword, and then the sword finger changed to the law seal, pointed on the money sword, and recited the incantation: "All things return to the origin, Qiankun borrows the law, takes the spirit as the guide, and the sword as the body, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun is as anxious as the law!

As the spell was recited, the sword body of the Seven Star Money Sword immediately bloomed with a soft white light, and at the same time, as if it had performed the art of the imperial sword, it was suspended on Xu Changqing's palm, turning quickly like a compass, and finally the tip of the sword was fixed in one direction. Xu Changqing walked in this direction to the wall at the edge of the cave, and what puzzled him was that this wall was not built by hand, but a natural and intact cave wall, which was completely consistent with the other walls around it, without any gaps.

"How can this be? Xu Changqing frowned, put his hand on the wall and groped, and said, "Is there something on the wall that can't be done?"

However, Xu Changqing groped from top to bottom, and there were no other strange places except for a few rows of irregular holes at the bottom of the wall. He looked down at these small holes, fell into deep thought, suddenly showed a hint of abruptness, smiled, and said towards the Seven Star Money Sword: "Six thousand years old is indeed six thousand years old, and the nest is arranged so secretly, no wonder the Dongwangfu Cellar Sacred Vault, which was hidden so deep back then, was found by you so lightly, it seems that when it comes to hiding things, you are the expert." ”

Xu Changqing didn't remember that Wei Changhui's body was a ghost body until he saw the rows of small holes underground, which could be dispersed and turned into ghost qi at any time, and he didn't need that kind of formal passage, and those small holes were the gateway for him to enter and exit the real lair. After finding the location of Wei Changhui's real cave mansion, Xu Changqing no longer hesitated, knotted the magic seal in his hand, ran the true yuan with all his might, and used the Five Elements Dao Method, along the direction of the small hole, and opened a big hole in the mountain wall little by little. After advancing nearly forty or fifty meters, the mountain wall was finally opened, and he was greeted by another larger cave.

In this cave, Xu Changqing saw the Dongwang Hidden Gold that he was looking for, and the gold bricks that were cast into squares were neatly stacked in a corner of the cave, he stepped forward and picked up a gold brick and looked at it, only to see that the words of the Heavenly Sacred Treasury were cast at the bottom. Although he found the hidden gold, Xu Changqing did not express how excited he was, but frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and said to himself: "Although the amount of gold in front of me is far from the imagination of ordinary people, it is less than half of the legendary East King Tibetan gold, where is the remaining half?"

Thinking about doubts in his heart, Xu Changqing looked around again, only to see that on the other side of the cave, there were a large number of antique jade, which had accumulated a layer of dust on it because no one had taken care of it for a long time, and some were even covered with moss. In an inconspicuous corner of this side, he saw a downward natural cavern, filled with corpses that had been completely decomposed, and it looked like the men who were carrying gold and antiques, and on the other side of the cave there was a passage hidden by weeds and vines, and looking up the passage, he could faintly feel a cool breeze blowing in.

"Where is the half of the gold? There is no sign of calligraphy and painting in the antiques, and there is a cave here. Xu Changqing glanced around the cave, frowned and thought about it, his eyes were on the seven-star money sword in his palm, whose light had dimmed a lot. The spell cast just now had already damaged Wei Changhui's spiritual sense, and if he cast the spell again, it would inevitably make Wei Changhui's spiritual sense scattered. Although Wei Changhui's spiritual sense is ruined or not, in Xu Changqing's heart, the importance of killing an ant is not much different, but as the northern king of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, he still knows a lot of secrets of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, so he is distracted, and many doubts about the ups and downs of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom can no longer be solved.

After weighing the pros and cons, Xu Changqing finally chose to let Wei Changhui's last trace of spiritual sense guide the way, after all, compared to the secret of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, this secret that Wei Changhui had to keep even if he died made him feel more excited. When he injected the magic Dao power into the money sword, the money sword began to spin quickly again, but this time it was not as smooth as the last time, and Wei Changhui's remnant spiritual sense seemed to be trying its best to resist the drive of the Dao power, and was still unwilling to guide in the right direction.

"I still want to resist after being like this, which really makes the poor monk admire!"

Xu Changqing saw that the money sword could not point out the direction, so he injected another Dao force, and at this time, the seven-star money sword could no longer withstand the battle between the two, and immediately shattered, and Wei Changhui's spiritual sense died at the same time. At the moment when Wei Changhui's spiritual sense was about to die, he thought that he had kept the secret, his spiritual sense relaxed, and Xu Changqing's Dao power took advantage of the void to enter, and at the last moment, the shattered money sword pointed in the right direction.