It's still that gloomy and miserable scene.

After a short time, Chen Heng stopped in front of a ghost village and lowered the clouds.

The village entrance market is still bustling, with people carrying burdens, arranging seats, selling flowers, and blowing sugar...... There are all kinds of them, one after another.

On the meat table a few feet away, a few cultivators were already tied up, their limbs were all drenched in blood, and their qi was completely gone, obviously after being seriously injured, they couldn't withstand the erosion of turbidity and yin, and their brains were damaged, and they couldn't die anymore.

The shirtless butcher standing behind the meat case, his eyes were green with hunger, and the foul saliva was flowing down like a spring, and he couldn't stop it.

But that's it.

Faced with the close proximity of flesh and blood, it still endured it for some reason.

He only lowered his head and rubbed his two hands vigorously, muttering to himself until there were white bones between his palms and fingers, and he didn't stop.

Chen Heng looked at the group of unintelligent and ghostly ghosts in front of him, like a string puppet, laughed in his heart, took a few steps forward, and walked into it.

In an instant, a chilling yin qi enveloped his body.

For a while, the turbid ghosts, who were originally ignorant and ignorant, like cane-headed puppets, were all vivid for a moment, and they all looked at them fiercely.

But seeing that Chen Heng's body was also a ghost's qi, he quickly retracted and continued to turn into the self-satisfied appearance before.

Seeing this, Chen Heng slowly took out a small gilt copper bell from the Qiankun bag and shook it slightly.

It's not a neat ding-dong sound.

The beads in the bell hit the uneven bell wall, and then rolled around, and it made a piercing sound like a rooster crow, and like a woman's sharp cry.

The strange rhythm of the music immediately resounded throughout the ghost village.

And the first to bear the brunt is the group of turbid ghosts at the village entrance market.

The ghosts and creatures invariably twisted their heads stiffly, and the expressions on their faces seemed to cry and cry, and they were twisted abnormally.

Chen Heng didn't stop, and continued to shake the copper bell.

Finally, after three sounds, with a scream of pain, the shirtless butcher on the side of the meat case was the first to fall to his knees.

Odds.

Then the demons prostrated violently.

Until a few minutes have passed.

There is no one left to stand up......

"Teapot Gong."

Chen Heng heard the shouts of this group of turbid ghosts in unison.

He smiled slightly, and pulled the copper bell back into his sleeve.

This bell is called the Servant Bell.

According to Song Rupu's words, the reason why spirit ghosts such as Miss Yue were able to control this group of unintelligent turbid ghosts was because they used a secret technique that did not belong to the ghost path.

It needs to first refine the flesh and blood of the living with a furnace and a simmer, brand the incantation, refine it into a medicine man, and then throw the medicine man as bait and let this group of turbid ghosts share it.

And the turbid ghost is the spirit of the sex has not yet opened, how can you recognize the hidden scheme? Naturally, those who come do not refuse.

In the blink of an eye, it was all over.

Every time a turbid ghost eats a medicine person that has been carefully refined, the mana in his body is like a pot of firewood being added to a hot kettle, and he has to boil even more.

Often, as long as they eat twenty or thirty medicine men, these turbid ghosts will be controlled by the mana accumulated in their bodies, and they will become puppets who will only obey their orders.

The bell in Chen Heng's hand is the key to driving the actions of the turbid ghosts.

As long as this thing is attached to a little aura, it can be controlled freely, and it is not limited to the ghost power of the Netherworld Ghost Dao, or the true Qi and fetal breath in the orthodox Immortal Dao.

If you want to explore, this is actually a left-handed method that Shanhu Gong didn't know where to go, and it is not a serious ghost technique, which is widely spread and has a great reputation

After hearing Song Rupu finish telling this secret story, Chen Heng searched the relics on Miss Yue and Ziying, and sure enough, he found it.

Miss Yue's original intention of refining the Lingling and controlling the turbidity ghosts was to organize them into an army and refine them into ghost pawns and ghost generals who protected the Dao, so that they could be used for fighting and fighting.

As for searching for fresh flesh and blood of cultivators for Ziying and the others to take to the mansion, it was only incidental.

But Chen Heng had no intention of controlling this group of ghost soldiers.

Instead of relying on external forces, it is still necessary to supply medicine and blood food every month to stabilize the mana, and the external force on the table cannot be seen.

Why don't you turn it into monastic food and use it to support your body!

"Kill yourself."

He whispered to a cloudy ghost who was leaning over the ground and dressed as a merchant.

The cloudy ghost struggled for a few breaths, and its slender body trembled like chaff.

In the end, he slowly stretched out his arms and hugged his head like a spinning top and twisted it hard!

With a cavity of dirty blood, it spurted high for several feet.

The ghost's body stiffened suddenly, and with it died.

Poof-

An arm-thick spiritual breath floated out of it, and with a wave of Chen Heng's big sleeve, it was taken into his own hole, surging back and forth, cold for a while, but also a little refreshing, as if soaked in a pool of clear mountain spring water.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on refining, supplemented by the movement and quiet thunder sound guidance technique, until he slapped his hand for a long time, and sighed with a smile.

Although the turbid ghosts are ignorant in nature, they are worlds apart from the spirits and ghosts in wisdom, but because of the nature of this source of darkness, they have not yet been distinguished, but because of the blessing of misfortune, the emptiness naturally changes, and the yin and yang natures are left to their will.

Generally speaking, it is comparable to the spirit ghost who has opened the spirit, and the ability is still a little deeper.

Otherwise, Miss Yue would not have let go of the spirits and ghosts in the mansion, but took great pains, and she was a medicine man and a servant bell, and she tried everything to refine a group of turbid ghost dao soldiers who were like arm commanders.

And Chen Heng will not be cautious when chasing and killing Yan Pinglai, using the Chaohuan fan to make a temptation, and using the bokeh condensation technique to collect the gas machine.

If he directly kills and breaks in, causing this group of turbid ghosts to rush up, he won't even be able to please him, and he will end up in disgrace.

Just the spiritual breath of the turbid ghost just now is enough to be worth half a hundred runes, which is better than the spiritual breath of nearly eighty percent of the ghost things he has devoured today!

Miss Bizhiyue.

It's just a cut short!

And in this ghost village, there are more than 100 turbid ghosts controlled by the servant bell?

Thinking about it this way, this abyss is really a blessed place for Chen Heng to practice......

He concocted the same method, and another turbid ghost chose to kill himself after a few moments of hesitation.

The third head.

The fourth head.

Fifth Head ......

……

to the end.

The endless stream of spiritual breath burst like the water of the heavenly river, and it did not stop for a moment, rumbling from the turbid ghoul and pouring into his body.

And like this, I don't know how long it has been, Chen Heng finally felt the feeling of fullness spread around his body.

He carried the Xuangong of Taisu Yu's body, and subconsciously drank in a low voice, as if a thunder sound was carried out, vibrating from the inside out, and the blood flow, viscera, membrane pores, were all washed away like electric light!

Suddenly.

The spirits were violently shaken.

I saw that he burst out of the top door and burst out of a brilliant jade light, majestic, high, reflecting the void like a glass pure, dazzling, and unstained.

Taisu jade body - the sixth layer of the Xuan Realm!

This moment.

Chen Heng looked at it and could feel that his body was much lighter, as if as long as his mind moved, even if he didn't need any fetal breath to perform the Dao technique, he could spin and fly in the air at any time, like a dexterous falling feather.

The three treasures of essence, qi and spirit are all complete.

Muscles, bones, internal organs, and internal organs, there is an indescribable sense of leisure here.

He carefully experienced this physical change again, and only then did he remove the jade light and extinguish all the visions on his body.

At this time.

At the market at the entrance of this village, only the shirtless butcher ghost thing remains.

Chen Heng sent him a thought of suicide.

But after a few moments of hesitation, the butcher ghost actually froze in place, motionless.

The group of ghost soldiers that Miss Yue had refined was only barely usable, and it was not to the point where it was handy, otherwise it would not have been placed here to be cultivated slowly.

Instead, he had already been dispatched to the mansion and guarded closely.

Even those who do not obey orders are common.

In the process of cultivating the spirit, Chen Heng encountered more than three or five numbers.

He urged a few more times.

And this time, the butcher turbid ghost actually let out a roar from his throat, and after a few turns of hollow eyes, he jumped up like a jackal, and tore Chen Heng's throat with his two palms!

"It seems that this group of ghost soldiers still hasn't been trained to get home...... Fierce and untamable. ”

Seeing this, Chen Heng snorted, and did not perform any Taoist techniques, but only flicked his hand lightly, and there was a vigorous sound like a landslide.

In an instant, the butcher flew back at a faster speed than when he came, like an arrow from a string, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he fell to the bones......

……

Taisu jade has a total of three layers of the first three realms of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and each realm has nine layers.

The sixth-layer Taisu jade body of the Xuan Realm, this is already a foundation building true cultivation that looks at the world, and it is difficult to find an opponent worthy of a battle.

His current physical physique, even if he stood still and did not move, and ordinary Tsukiji Zhenxiu tried his best, it was difficult to damage his skin membranes and bones.

Only such a worldly supernatural power -

to be included in the list of the Golden Medal of the Earth!

Talent is the proud work of the immortal giant Taisuzhang!

Without waiting for the butcher ghost to get up with difficulty, Chen Henglong walked in a tiger step, spanning the heavy distance in an instant, his five fingers opened at will, and slapped downward, like a dark cloud covering his head.

"Babble!"

At the moment of life and death,

The butcher ghost let out a strange cry, and subconsciously spewed out a filthy turbid gas from his mouth and nose, protecting his head, but he was scattered by the rolling wind flow wrapped in his palm, and scattered invisibly.

Boom!

With a sudden downward pressure of his palm, the butcher's body seemed to be three inches shorter, and countless thin dents exploded on the ground, raging into the distance.

There seemed to be a sudden thunder sound in the flat ground, and the macro sound was deafening!

Seeing the appearance of its ears and nose spurting blood, Chen Heng shook his sleeve and pressed it down with another palm.

This time, only a boom was heard, and the body of the butcher ghost thing collapsed like quicksand, bursting open, and a spiritual breath was taken out, which was sucked by Chen Heng's mouth and sucked into his stomach.

As soon as Xuan Gong turned, it was all absorbed by Taisu Yu's body like a long whale absorbing water, and there was nothing left.

It's just that this time there is no fullness of the body.

Even the satisfaction is only a slight hint.

He had already broken through to the sixth layer of the Xuan Realm, and if he wanted to be promoted again, he would be able to achieve the seventh layer of the Xuan Realm.

The amount of inspiration required is undoubtedly a real mass......

"There are countless ghosts in the abyss, since I can't easily build a foundation, then I will simply raise this magical power to the realm of ascending!

The sixth layer of the Xuan Realm is enough to build a foundation, and the ninth layer of the Xuan Realm, even if it is a high skill in the Purple Mansion realm, it is difficult to damage this treasure body!

By that time, I will have a little confidence to protect the way and survive! ”

Chen Heng's mind turned, and he quickly made up his mind, flicked his long sleeves, and strode towards the depths of the village.

There are servants and bells around them, and these turbid ghosts who have eaten medicine are more or less restricted, and if they are plain, they will be cut off by thirty percent of the fierce flames.

And since Miss Yue got the left path of refining turbid ghosts as ghost soldiers in the hands of the mountain pot man, she has been even more desperate to perform spells and expand the public.

There are still two ghost soldier training places like this ghost village, both of which are not far from the mansion.

If you swallow it all.

It is not known that the spiritual power of the seventh layer of the Xuan Realm can fill the upper half.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

As far as the eye can see, it is only a hundred steps away.

There was a red-clothed female ghost with a slender figure and a hairpin on her head pacing back and forth in a small circle, her eyes hollow, as if she had drawn the ground as if she had been imprisoned.

Then.

The female ghost suddenly raised her head, facing the coldness in Chen Heng's eyes.

……

……

Three days passed in a hurry.

On the bank of a turbid yellow yin water, black clouds raged, rolling away, and the sticky wet and sweet water vapor was only in the face.

Chen Heng dodged a puff of blood smoke, and let it run like thunder, eroding the boulder behind him.

As soon as he was lucky, he stretched out his hand and went out, and a piece of innate great sun divine light swept over like a long dragon, brushing the ghosts within ten zhang in front of him. After that, it was twisted again, completely shattering the ghosts into thousands of pieces!

As soon as he opened his mouth to inhale, more than a dozen spiritual breaths were like tired birds throwing into the forest, submerging into his body and nourishing Taisuyu's body.

At this time, on the yin water side where the ghosts were originally bustling, only the sound of water whimpered.

After emitting the innate sun divine light, the air temperature seemed to have risen a lot, and even some dark red sparks could be faintly seen for a long time.

"Even the innate great sun divine light in the realm of Xiaocheng is like this, if it reaches Zhongcheng and Dacheng, and it is urged by true qi, it is impossible to say that it really has the ability to burn mountains and boil the sea."

Chen Heng was very satisfied with this only superior Dao technique that he had mastered, except for the Taisu Jade Body, this was already his strongest one-handed killing technique today.

It's just that this superior Dao technique is quite difficult to cultivate, even if it is tried countless times in the One True Dharma Realm, it still can't harmonize the divine will and think in harmony.

There is still a gap between the middle and the realm......

At this time.

His expression moved, and he suddenly turned his eyes to look northwest, and with his physical body cultivation, he felt an extremely sharp smell, which was cutting through the atmosphere.

And sure enough.

After dozens of breaths, a pure sword light flew by, like a match, with a fierce and sharp momentum, it instantly traversed dozens of zhang of void, and grazed directly past Chen Heng's ears, almost splitting the not very wide Yin River behind him into two!

And after slashing the Yin River, the sword light shrank again, and disappeared far away in an instant.

"You're that Chen Heng?"

A figure raised his hand, put away the sword light, and slowly praised:

"Sure enough, I have a little courage, I am a member of my generation!"