Chapter 172: Life is Pleasant

Two days later, under the urging of the dusty old ghost, Ling Tiancai reached out and moved away from the sarcophagus that imprisoned the little devil's clone.

Without using Qi Yun, he easily lifted a sarcophagus weighing at least three thousand catties with only his own forging brute strength.

Under the sarcophagus, there was a shady cave, and the cave was filled with a thick black gas, which was obviously the demonic qi that remained here.

As soon as he saw the light of day, this group of demonic qi actually rushed directly towards Ling Tian.

The old ghost laughed: "Little guy, you even used the rest of the tricks that the old man played, I really don't know how thick the sky is!"

What the old ghost said was obviously the first embarrassing meeting between him and Ling Tian, at that time, the old ghost also wanted to seize Ling Tian's body, but he was subdued by Ling Tian instead.

As he spoke, he turned into a cloud of black gas and greeted him.

The two black gases fused into one, and immediately fought in the cave.

Tumbling, Ling Tian couldn't see anything famous at all, and he didn't know who won and who lost, but after thinking about it, the old ghost was an old devil anyway.

Before, my breath was bigger than the sky, so there should be no problem.

After waiting for a long time, Ling Tiancai said, "This demon's soul is the same as you, still existing in heaven and earth?"

The old ghost in the dust was a little embarrassed and his voice came: "Back ...... Young master, his soul has long been ...... Collapsed, now it's just ...... There's just a trace of the remnants of the doppelganger!"

Ling Tian frowned: "Oh...... What's wrong with you?"

"Ahem...... "The old ghost of the dust got up embarrassed for a moment: "Please also ask the young master...... Help the old slave, the old slave has some ...... You can't beat him!"

Ling Tian's expression suddenly became exciting, and he couldn't help but smile on his face: "Isn't this just a little devil, how can you not win?"

Hearing Ling Tian's teasing, the old ghost was about to cry: "Yes, yes... It's a good little devil, but the old slave died earlier than him! Sealed in that ghost temple, his soul is about to break. Young master, wow, if you don't help, the old slave is afraid that he will be devoured. ”

When Ling Tian heard this, he realized that the matter was quite serious, and Zhengse said, "How can I help?"

"This stinky boy who doesn't know the height of the sky wants to take your body, you just need to let it in a little, just like last time. ”

This was simple, Ling Tian directly stretched out his hand and probed into the hole. In an instant, a cold aura rushed into his body along his arm, and Ling Tian smiled, not worried.

Sure enough, under the operation of the magic rhyme all over his body, Ling Tian was too lazy to be imprisoned.

This cool cold aura was incinerated and burned by the fire attribute transformed by his own magic rhyme, and a burst of miserable howls could be faintly heard, and in the end, only a little essence remained, which was contained in Ling Tian's limbs and hundreds of remains.

With Ling Tian's strong help, the old ghost finally leveled the decline, and after an hour, he had the upper hand.

"Enough is enough, young master, you can watch the battle from the sidelines, and see how the old slave swallows this little thing!"

I kept muttering in my heart, thinking to myself how this young master could collect any energy? Although he cultivated the Buddha and Demon Attribute Exercises?

Is it possible that you want to fall into the devil? It's really strange.

Hearing him say this, Ling Tian also withdrew his big hand that had penetrated into the burrow, and no longer bothered about the matter of the dusty old ghost.

Ling Tian digested the five seals of Shakya that he had obtained in the Buddha statue.

Although this Shakya Five Seals was a Buddhist exercise, Ling Tian still hadn't figured out why this little devil had opened this sarcophagus on his own.

Immersed in cross-legged and closed eyes, Ling Tian seemed to have realized something before he opened his eyes.

The battle between the old ghost and the black gas lasted for a whole day, and it was not until the two black qi really turned into one mass that it could not be over.

After this battle, the strength of the old ghost has increased a lot. The voice of the dusty old ghost also sounded: "Thank you young master, the old slave lives up to expectations." ”

Ling Tian couldn't help but cough lightly.

The old ghost was ashamed: "I'll retreat for a few days. ”

With that, he hurriedly escaped into Ling Tian's eyebrows.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the dusty old ghost, Ling Tian didn't bother to ask how this guy could have come to the stone house of this temple.

Presumably, after he retreats, he will definitely tell himself some strange things about this space.

After searching in the hall, Ling Tian didn't find anything, the only thing was the unsightly picture on the stone wall.

Looking at such a dirty picture, thinking that he was also a junior brother, he immersed himself in his heart, but watched it with relish.

At a certain moment, Ling Tian saw a posture of a happy Buddha, and suddenly thought of the inexplicable aura that came from before in his mind.

"Double cultivation......?

Ling Tian's imagination can be described as unlimited, but his imagination is really not much different.

Although he disdained that this was a posture, Ling Tian quickly wrote it down in his mind.

It took three days to write down images of various poses on the stone wall.

Ling Tian, who sat down cross-legged, the magic rhyme in his body flowing.

The black lotus on his back, the lotus flower in the Pure Lotus Demon Sky, and the black and white lotus in the dantian all operate in a wonderful situation.

And the lightness in the outside inn was already in a coma.

I feel some kind of energy coming back from my body.

Looking at the changes on their light faces, Ling'er and Lin Ruoxi, who gradually turned from pale to ruddy, had an illusion of shock on their faces.

And Ling Tian, who closed his eyes in the hall, felt his Buddha nature, and the energy of Buddha rhyme was constantly flowing.

But with that kind of speculation, Ling Tian didn't have the slightest worry.

The connection between his heart and mind had made him feel it clearly.

After a day, Ling Tiancai stood up with a smile.

Walked out towards the passage in which he entered.

How can there be a figure of Ah Yi in the temple, the monk has already run away, and there is an empty temple left.

A strange smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he felt that the dusty old ghost in the sea of knowledge had refined the absorbed essence, so he spoke: "Old ghost, where is Ah Yi under your control?"

"Young master, that guy is hiding three miles away from the temple!" said the dusty old ghost, turning into a puff of black gas and sweeping in a certain direction.

Ling Tian's figure also followed.

"A cave?" smiling, Ling Tian raised his steps and walked towards the cave.

The cave is not deep, and some strange sounds come from inside from time to time.

Ling Tian, who was walking slowly, couldn't hear the source of this sound. The more he walked towards the depths of the cave, the more gloomy Ling Tian's face became.

"Old bald donkey, it's really good that the scar forgets the pain, life is comfortable!" Feeling the charm inside, Ling Tian's voice came in.

The beautiful sound came to an abrupt halt in an instant.

And Ah Yi, who was forging ahead, suddenly softened in fright when he heard the voice, and his whole body trembled.

The woman who was fighting under her cursed: "Old ghost, why did you stop......!

"Shut up!"

Ah Yi's limp figure hurriedly put on his obscene clothes, and one staggered to his knees.

"Lin... Public... Son, are you still alive?"

"Old bald donkey, is it good that you have a good heart?" Glancing at the scene in the dim light, a strange smile tugged at the corner of Ling Tian's mouth.

And the woman on the bed, after seeing Ling Tian's figure, was so frightened that she lost her face. (To be continued.) )