The voice lingered in his ears like a ghost, and even a middle-aged man from the demon clan couldn't help but tremble.

He subconsciously took a step back and looked around to see what was going on, but he didn't find anything.

On the contrary, it was the woman standing in front of him, whose smile became more and more weird.

The corners of Shen Lezhi's mouth raised, and the smile made people shudder: "I, like you, like the dead, like the dead, I will refine you into my ghost soldier and slaughter the demon clan for my Dayan!"

Wu Mou was shocked when he heard this.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered with trepidation: "You... Are you a ghost cultivator?"

Ghost cultivation has been lost for thousands of years, or even longer, it is rumored that ghost cultivation was rampant thousands of years ago, whether it was the demon clan or the Gu clan, or the human race, they were all addicted to ghost cultivation, so countless people would disappear every year, and what those who disappeared eventually became can be imagined.

Ghost cultivation is called evil art, and it is expressly forbidden to practice, so it is slowly lost.

Shen Lezhi turned out to be a ghost cultivator? Where did she come from to practice the exercises, and what kind of realm is she now?

Wu Mou looked at Shen Lezhi in disbelief, he had been in the Shen Mansion for so long, and he had never found out.

This is ghost cultivation, a ghost cultivation that has been lost for thousands of years, where did this second girl of the Shen family come from, and who taught her to cultivate?

The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Shen Lezhi didn't give him a chance, only to see her take out a charm from her arms, which was completely different from the charm of Fu Xiu, with complex pictures and texts engraved on it, and they were all made of blood.

There are countless unjust souls in the black mist, and the soul bodies that are invisible on weekdays have appeared one after another at this moment.

A junior ghost cultivator, as long as time permits, he can refine countless ghosts, if the ghosts refined by the other party can reach thousands of troops, then let alone the Xuan level, even the martial sect has to kneel.

Wu Mou closed his eyes very relieved, but Shen Mingyi was not at ease, he had already been shocked by this meeting, and his mouth couldn't close it.

Shen Lezhi's eyes looked at the middle-aged man lightly: "That's right, I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and my mountain ghost soldiers have also been waiting for you for a long time."

Wu Mou was lying on the ground and couldn't move, his feeling was the most intuitive, because he was lying on his back, only to feel that the black mist was constantly approaching them, and it would attack them unscrupulously at any time.

This second girl is with such an ugly ghost every day, does she have nightmares every day?

Wu Mou thought so before closing his eyes.

Her voice fell, only to hear the terrible and sharp screams in the mountains and forests one after another, those voices were chaotic, and they only felt that they were getting closer and closer... Getting closer.

Tragic screams sounded one after another in the courtyard, and Wu Mou knew that the demon clan was not Shen Lezhi's opponent, otherwise Shen Lezhi would not be so calm.

I heard that ghost cultivation can refine ghosts, refining ordinary ghosts into ghost soldiers, ghosts and other different levels of soul bodies, even if the refined ghosts are not strong, ghost cultivation can also rely on numbers to win.

As it stands, she didn't take them seriously at all.

The middle-aged man knew that they were not Shen Lezhi's opponent just by looking at the black pressure above his head.

Shen Lezhi's small mouth opened and closed, and the red light became bigger and bigger, until Shen Lezhi was completely enveloped, Shen Lezhi slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her pupils turned red, and the spell between her fingers was also burned by the red flames.

….

This is his second daughter who is weak and can't take care of herself? Isn't she only able to read, write, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?

When the hell did she become so strong?

Shen Mingyi doesn't care if his daughter is a ghost cultivator or something, as long as her daughter is strong and can have enough strength to protect herself, if she can still protect her family, it will be great, it is too late for him to be happy!

Of course, Shen Mingyi is also worried, ghost cultivation is not a serious cultivation method in the end, and he has to deal with ghosts every day, Shen Mingyi is worried that his daughter's identity will not be affected.

There seemed to be some fierce beast in the red light, and the middle-aged man's fist was bitten with blood in an instant, revealing the white bones of the forest.

The ghosts are so terrible that there are only skeletons left,

There are also rotten flesh and skin, in short, one is more terrifying than the other.

The already cold night was even colder, not like an ordinary temperature, but some kind of weird cold.

Even if the candle flame in the Zhuangzi is bright, it makes people feel so oppressive that they can't breathe.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and when they looked up at the sky, the sky above them had turned black, and the black was not the darkness of the night, but the darkness of the day, and the darkness of the day.

The moment the spell disappeared, a surging black force entrenched in the sky descended towards them.

Before they came, they knew that in addition to Shen Sitang, the Shen family only had Shen Mingyi as a martial artist, and only at the Xuan level, the four of them were all demon monarchs, and he was already at the peak of the demon monarchs, so they thought that it would be easy for the four of them to take away the Shen family.

Unexpectedly, the Shen family still has a ghost cultivator with a lot of strength.

But the fist couldn't get close to Shen Lezhi, and within three inches of the charm, the middle-aged man's hand was shrouded in a strange red light.

Shen Lezhi held the charm with his two fingers, and the charm seemed to come to life, and the thin paper could stand upright, and it emitted a strange red light.

In other words, a Xuan-level martial cultivator has absolute winning strength in the face of other low-level cultivators, but it is not necessarily the case in the face of ghost cultivators.

The middle-aged man screamed miserably, he wanted to retract his hand, but he couldn't move.

The red flames didn't hurt Shen Le in the slightest, her fingers were still white and slender, but her nails seemed to be longer and sharper than before.

Wu Mou's eyes were originally wide-eyed, and he gradually didn't dare to look at it.

He panicked: "You... How many ghosts have you refined?"

Shen Lezhi sneered and said lightly, "Where are you still counting, why don't you join them and count slowly?"

The middle-aged man didn't know about ghost cultivation, and probably no one could understand this cultivation technique that had been passed down for ten or thousands of years, so he couldn't be sure of her strength.

He could only judge by Shen Lezhi's attitude towards him, as well as her level of confidence.

Shen Lezhi had words in his mouth, the middle-aged man sensed the danger, and immediately attacked her, his fist was fast and fierce, if he was really hit, Shen Lezhi was afraid that he would be disfigured on the spot.

The middle-aged man was the first to die, and he didn't even have a chance to resist, he was torn to pieces by countless ghosts, and now there is only an empty shelf left.

Seeing this, the other three immediately retreated, and they had no idea of taking the Shen family away.

But how could Shen Lezhi let them go?

"Want to run?" The corners of Shen Lezhi's mouth hooked: "I said that I would refine you into ghost soldiers and attack the demon clan for my Great Yan!"

As her words fell, a black oppressive piece swept towards them, instantly enveloping the three of them, and the three who had already been injured had no way to resist and could only wait for death.

(End of chapter)

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