Liang Xingyang divided the collected bones into six piles, took a large amount of hair, mixed it with blood and oil, and eight kinds of bone meal, stirred it evenly and arranged it into a six-fold formation, like a six-pointed star.

Lamps were placed between the piles of corpses, twelve in each pile, to respond to the earth's branches and stir the earth's evil.

He sat in the center, his hands were marked with white bones, concentrating and calming, and silently reciting the true mantra of white bones.

The meaning of the spell is very simple, that is, the essence of human beings is not flesh and skin, but bones, white bones are clean, clean life and death, and bones are eternal!

With the urging of his mana, the originally silent night atmosphere quickly became tense, and the surroundings began to fall into a dead silence, and even the sound of the wind was gone, as if it was a precursor to an imminent thunderstorm, becoming more and more muffled.

After the three spells, Liang Xingyang's magic method changed, and he began to condense his own essence into an invisible white bone palm print and slapped it in all directions, one by one palm prints into the corpse pile, the first few palms were fine, gradually, the lamp in front of the corpse pile began to change color, from orange yellow to light green, and then from light green to dark green.

The yin qi in the underground was hooked, and gathered in the corpse pile, Liang Xingyang cultivated the Xuanmen authenticity, and the true qi was strong, not losing the Jindan real person in the side door, when the yin qi came, it was a trickle at first, and in the blink of an eye, it became a river, and the flood peak also seemed to surge, pouring into the corpse pile.

A total of three hundred and sixty palms, the seventy-two earth white bone seals five times, at the beginning of the palm is extremely fast, the more you go to the back, the slower it becomes, to the last time, it takes a few seconds before slowly slapping a palm, but the palm power is more and more powerful, directly condensed into a green palm print into the corpse pile.

After the spell and seal were all completed, Liang Xingyang stood up, stepped on the ground, bit all ten fingers in his mouth, dusted the blood around, and recited the white bone rebirth mantra at the same time.

His blood spilled into the sky, and the green flames on the seventy-two lamps "hula" rose two or three meters high, followed by green fires on the six corpse piles, the flames penetrated through the cracks of the corpses, and a thin layer wrapped all the corpses, gradually turning from light to dark, and the flames became more and more intense.

Soon, the six corpse piles turned into six volcanoes, and large swathes of the wilderness were reflected green.

Liang Xingyang stood quietly in the middle of the fire, illuminated from head to toe turquoise, like an emerald statue, motionless, except for the tips of his hanging fingers, occasionally blood dripping into the dirt under his feet.

As the flames burned brighter, the flesh and clothes of the corpses turned to ashes, and only the skeleton remained. After a while, all the remaining flesh and blood on the bones disappeared, and the bones became as white as jade, and the more they burned, the finer they became.

Liang Xingyang took a pair of girl's bones and a boy's bones, both of which were newly dead, put their bones together, put the two backbones together, the ribs were stretched left and right, and then the yellow silk cloth prepared in advance was laid, and the fingertip blood was used to draw symbols on it, and then the bones were placed on it, a skeleton in the chest cavity, a skeleton on the top, with ribs as the banner surface, and long bones as tassels, and in one go, the white bone ghost banner was done.

He slammed the banner into the long handle, held it in his hand, and began to shake it slowly, pinching the mantra in his right hand and reciting a mantra in his mouth.

The skeleton on the banner quickly "came to life", it was still very unskilled at first, it slowly opened and closed its jaw, twisted from side to side, and with Liang Xingyang's fingers, it opened its mouth and sucked hard at a corpse volcano, and the green fire on the mountain merged into a stream and was sucked into its mouth.

The green fire was sucked away, and the mountain of bones collapsed, and the original jade-like bones instantly shattered and turned into white ashes.

A mountain of corpses, with at least nearly a hundred corpses, was only a meal away, and only a piece of white ash remained, scattered in the dirt.

Liang Xingyang held the banner and sucked the ghost fire on the four bone mountains one after another, and was about to collect the fifth, when suddenly three sword lights flew from the sky, one of which was the strongest and the fastest, and suddenly reached the sky above, and there was a loud shout: "White bone demon thief, dare to cultivate evil law in this Central Plains region!" ”

Then a sword light fell from the sky, flying and slashing Liang Xingyang.

Liang Xingyang also has some insight now, and he can see that the person is from the White Yang Sect, and he has already learned this sword technique from the sky several times, so he released his Pure Yang Immortal Sword to meet it and block it in the air: "It's a friend of the White Yang Sect?" I'm not a member of the White Bone Sect, so I have another reason for doing this, and I'll talk about it in detail. ”

The man originally planned that this sword could kill this demon boy who cultivated evil methods with the bones of a living person, but he didn't expect that the other party would also practice flying swords, and the sword light was righteous but not evil, and it was as pretentious as a dragon, majestic, and his heart was shocked, and then he decided that Liang Xingyang must be an orthodox disciple who had fallen into the devil's way, so he wanted to capture him first, and then ask him in detail, if he really didn't do any great evil, he would confiscate his flying sword and let his division commander take it.

He saw that Liang Xingyang's flying sword was a vein of the Nine Dragons Palace, and the Nine Dragons Palace also started from cultivating sword qi, saying that it was from the inside out, it was the authentic way of the sword, and the Baiyang faction looked down on each other, and it had been thousands of years.

He agitated the Jin Dan in his body, released a large amount of mana, and skyrocketed the essence of the immortal sword, forcibly pressing down on the Pure Yang Sword and falling, directly towards Liang Xingyang himself.

Liang Xingyang pinched the sword with one hand, and saw that the other party not only did not collect the sword, but pushed it even more, so he explained again: "I am Liang Tianbao, and I am friends with several people from the Baiyang Sect......

"You have fallen into the Demon Dao, how can my Baiyang Sect disciple be with you again? Quickly capture it, notify your master to lead people, otherwise if you continue to fight, the flying sword has no eyes, and you will be careful of your life! ”

Liang Xingyang couldn't help but feel angry when he heard this, he was not a person who was not easy to get angry, and it was also these people who looked at the corpses everywhere and were not in good spirits, and they would be forced by the other party again and again, so they couldn't bear their anger, and they didn't say more than half a word, the sword trick in his hand was infused with true qi, and the light on the pure yang sword became dazzling.

The two fairy swords of "Titicaca......" were twisted together, crackling, bursting, and falling like rain.

The other party is the Jindan period, not long after the knot in the mountains, it is just to go to the next level, raise his eyes to look at the bottom of the sky, when he is in high spirits, Liang Xingyang is the knot Dan period, the first heavy furnace realm in the triple realm of pure yang knot Dan, the realm is one level worse than the other party, three levels, but the mana is not inferior to the other party, the belly of the glaive furnace is really full of energy, endless, injected into the pure yang fairy sword, even if it is a simple pure yang sword, cultivated day and night in the furnace, it is enough to compete with the other party, and then after absorbing the Xuantian Qingyang Sword, the former ancient divine weapon, Although his quality is limited by his own realm and has not yet reached perfection, he no longer belongs to the gods of the world.

The two swords were twisted together, only for a moment, the sword light of the person who came began to dim, this person was taken aback, and he was not convinced, and hurriedly took out a magic weapon, which was a gourd, and after opening it, a large amount of mist gushed out of it.

This is the magic weapon he refined on the basis of the spiritual fog barrier - Qiankun dust fog net, which adds extremely fine dust, dust and fog are combined, water and soil are locked, condensed into silk, interwoven into a net, as soon as it is released to cover the sky and the sun, a large piece of five-colored fog falls down and covers Liang Xingyang inside, the rolling fog will lock on all sides, blocking the air, and there are layers of large nets tightened inward, to catch Liang Xingyang!