When the cultivator was in the Yuan Infant Realm, the Yuan Infant turned into the golden pill in his body had various magical uses, in addition to the most basic condensation of spiritual power, some special Yuan Babies even had the effect of deducing exercises!

And when it comes to the Transformation Realm, cultivators can choose the Dao they yearn for and have basic contact, and the Yuan Ying will gradually assimilate with the Dao during this time, waiting for the time when the Dao fruit will be formed!

Kong Li is in the realm of transforming into a god, and he chooses the path of the ghost path, which also makes his body have a better resistance to the power of ghosts.

But if a group of ghosts beat him up, even the best flesh is just a punching bag!

The Hundred Ghosts used all kinds of means to beat Kong Li for a day and a night, and Kong Li ushered in his death in endless wailing. However, death is not the end, because his soul is divided and eaten by the ghosts, and the core part of it is taken by the Painted Skin Ghost to prepare to refine a new painted skin!

Chen Fenglin saw all this, but he didn't have any frightening thoughts. If he turned into someone else to grasp this Hundred Ghost Order, he might feel uneasy about the behavior of the Hundred Ghost Devouring Lord, but Chen Fenglin had no worries about this at all. If he doesn't even have this bit of self-confidence, why would he set up such a big game?

"Thousands of miles away from the air, Chengyuan disciple is afraid that he will be caught by Kong Li's helpers in the process of teleportation!" Chen Fenglin thought for a moment, "Qilin doesn't care, it made a heavenly contract with Kong Li before, and now that Kong Li is dead, I'm afraid it will leave here too......

The Hundred Ghost Order has also been obtained, and the plan has gone well so far, which means that Zhu Ziqing is still missing......"

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Fenglin easily collected the hundred ghosts into the hundred ghost order, and then went outside through the formation without looking at the magma leyline.

Chen Fenglin came to the outside of Mo Cangyu's cave, looking at the cave house wrapped in frost, although he had some doubts in his heart why Zhu Ziqing hadn't come back yet, he could only wait now.

"There are still six days, if Zhu Ziqing doesn't come back......" Chen Fenglin rarely showed a worried look, but then he calmed down, "Don't worry, Zhu Ziqing is not stupid enough to betray me now, she will definitely get the sword back!"

Then, Chen Fenglin sat outside the sealed cave, motionless looking at the scenery in the distance, his thoughts were chaotic, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Three days later, in a gloomy valley hundreds of miles away from the Chengyuan Sword Sect, it was crowded with dense people. If you look closely, you can find that all of them are Chengyuan's disciples who were sent away before!

But they all had charms on their heads and couldn't move, as if they were fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

Among them, Xia Long is also impressively listed!

"It's been three days, why hasn't this bastard in Kong come yet?" Above the valley, a man full of tattoos grumbled, "There are so many little guys who don't have a charter, if they are discovered by the righteous path, won't our trip be in vain?"

"You've been nagging endlessly since yesterday, and you've only been waiting for three days to kill you?" a woman next to her said coldly, "You don't want to steal this batch of goods, do you?"

"How come, am I such a person?" the man smirked, "I just think it's been three days, and the hole is either warped or escaped, there should be no time to care about this batch of people, why don't we divide this batch of goods equally?"

Although that hole is in the Transformation God Realm, as long as we run fast, where can he find us?"

"It's not proper!" The last of the three was an old man, and he calmly retorted after listening to the man's words, "After all, this is all the disciples of a righteous path force, and the three of us will definitely not be able to eat it alone!"

The man smiled: "Yo? I can't imagine that even you have the meaning of carrying the hole on your back? Haven't you always listened to him?"

"Who is the fist listening to, do you still need to talk about this truth?" the old man suggested, "But Kong Li has not appeared for a long time, so we can naturally give up him to eat this benefit!"

"How to eat?" the woman asked, as if even she had such thoughts.

"I don't know if you know, this ghost market under the West Continent is secretly doing loose cultivation business, and I have a Taoist friend I know who has made a lot of profits from it!" The old man looked at the disciples in the valley, and a greedy gaze flashed in his eyes, "Although we can't eat this batch of goods, we can completely throw these little guys to the ghost market, and they rely on the behemoth behind them, but they don't refuse these hot potato comers!"

"Makes sense, I agree!" the man agreed.

The woman also nodded and said, "Feasible!"

"In that case, without further ado, bring them over now!"

In the negotiation between the three of them, the fate of these disciples seemed to have been properly arranged. Although they don't know what their future holds, since they fell into the hands of the evil way, life and death are up to them!

In the secret realm, Wang Liang was unaware of everything outside, and his mind was now completely immersed in the battle in front of him.

In Wang Liang's line of sight, hundreds of swords of different forms were attacking him in unison with various sword tricks!

However, Wang Liang is no better than before, the ink ugly sword in his hand slashed across the sky, and hundreds of sword shadows were also formed to do all kinds of moves!

Compared to the three days outside, Wang Liang has been here for decades! Although his cultivation has not improved, his strength is more than several times stronger than before!

If he wanted to go outside, Wang Liang would have to break through the sword array in front of him, and after so many battles, the swords fighting against Wang Liang had changed from one to one hundred and seven!

The first time you win a sword, the second time will be two swords, and the third time will be three......

It wasn't until Wang Liang won one hundred and six battles that the swords he fought against him also became one hundred and seven!

The hardships are not enough for outsiders, Wang Liang himself doesn't know how many times he has lost so far, maybe the number of times he wins plus two zeros is worth the number of losses!

Although it was hard, in exchange for Wang Liang's sword technique, the degree of compatibility with the sword intent had also improved a lot! Even the sword shadow that Wang Liang summoned with the moving shadow could use other moves according to his mind!

Wang Liang could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the requirement of comprehending the exquisite sword intent, and he might even be only one step away!

"It's not easy...... Ying Nanfeng, who was watching from a distance, sighed, "I set up this sword formation to pass the time, but I never thought that someone would be able to really break through!"

"One hundred and eight swords of the same realm is equivalent to one hundred and eight sword cultivators of the same realm!" Zhu Ziqing also sighed with some emotion, "Just walking in this sword formation and feeling it is very beneficial, if you really want to break through, the difficulty can be known!"

"But isn't Wang Liang about to do it?" Ying Nanfeng said with a smile, "It's almost about another year, and then the outside world will only be three days and less than four days!"

"Then it's still too late!" Zhu Ziqing nodded, "I'm going to borrow your sword after I go out, and you can not regret it when the time comes!"

"Don't worry, what's the use of my remnant soul holding a sword?"

Ying Nanfeng's face changed suddenly, and then he sighed: "My dream seems to have disappeared!"

"Is it the consciousness that you said before that devours your dreams?" Zhu Ziqing asked, Ying Nanfeng said before that there was a consciousness devouring his dreams, but he didn't expect that it would take decades to devour it now.

Zhu Ziqing forgot that the time acceleration was only limited to the projection of the burial mound where they were, and the dream realm actually did not enjoy the acceleration. In other words, only three days have passed since the dream!

"Come out...... Ying Nanfeng sensed it slightly, and then pointed in one direction, "Consciousness seems to have awakened in that place!"

Zhu Ziqing was curious, she wanted to know who had such a great ability to devour that disgusting person's dream, so she hurriedly walked over to see.

After walking a few steps, when a person in front of him sat up from the ground, Zhu Ziqing couldn't help but pause when he saw that familiar face: "It's you?"

"Wishing the donor?"

Who else can be called a benefactor except a monk of no joy.

Wuxi clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk has finally come out!"

"Is it you, the monk, who devoured my dream?" Ying Nanfeng looked at Wuxi with interest, but he only felt that this monk was just ordinary, and there didn't seem to be anything special about it.

"Was that a dream just now?" Wuxi asked blankly, "Dare to ask the two of you, what happened?"

After spending half a stick of incense, Zhu Ziqing briefly told the cause and effect, which caused Wuxi to be stunned for a while.

"Amitabha, no wonder it is so strange there, it turned out to be a dream of this senior!"

Ying Nanfeng asked, "What did you do in your dream, and why were you able to devour that dream?"

You must know that although the cause of that dream was Ying Nanfeng, after so many years of countless consciousness blessings from later generations, this dream has long been impregnable, and it is even extremely difficult to destroy!

Ying Nanfeng knew this better than anyone else, but he couldn't imagine that such a hard dream would be broken by a monk!

"Amitabha, this is also caused by the exercises practiced by poor monks!" Wuxi sighed and told the story of the incident.

"When the poor monk entered the first dream, he didn't know that it was a dream, but when the female benefactor was doing it, the poor monk felt a little weird, but he didn't think much about it. When the poor monk possessed the male benefactor, he only thought that he could not be killed by the female benefactor, so the poor monk began to struggle.

But the strange thing is that when the female donor's hairpin stabbed the male donor, the poor monk actually felt a trace of joy from the male donor's heart!"

"Xise?" Zhu Ziqing subconsciously looked at Ying Nanfeng, feeling extremely strange in her heart, she thought at most that Ying Nanfeng would willingly fulfill Lin Jiangxian's cultivation, but she didn't expect that Ying Nanfeng would be happy when he was killed in his previous lives?

This is really beyond Zhu Ziqing's cognition.

"Yes, Xise!" Wuxi continued, "The exercises practiced by the poor monk have a strong sense of joy and a strong desire for such feelings!

At that time, the poor monk was stabbed by the female benefactor with a hairpin, and as a result, he did not control the exercises, so that he began to absorb the emotions of the male benefactor on his own, and the result was that the more he sucked in, the more he sucked in, and even sucked the whole world out!

At this time, the poor monk realized that the whole world was built by a joyful force!

After sucking enough, the poor monk came back from that place!"

"It's all joy......" Although Zhu Ziqing knew that Ying Nanfeng was too perverted, she still couldn't accept this pervert.

Having a dream that has been killed by pain all the time, and the result is happier than anyone else, isn't this a pervert?!

Ying Nanfeng completely ignored Zhu Ziqing's complicated expression, he was just a little curious about what kind of exercises this monk was practicing.

"Can you tell me more about your exercises?" Ying Nanfeng aroused his curiosity, so he asked directly, "Maybe I can help you think about where this is the exercise!"

"Then thank you senior!" Wuxi didn't mind much, and said all the exercises in one go.

"It's not that I've never seen a spell that mobilizes emotions, but I haven't seen a technique that just absorbs an emotion......" Ying Nanfeng muttered to himself, constantly thinking in his mind, "Buddhist exercises...... It's not like the Evil Dao Joy Sect, but it's a bit of a Dharma Phase......

"Faxiang?" Wuxi asked, "Can you elaborate on Faxiang?"

"Of course you can ......"

Ying Nanfeng was just about to explain, but a figure suddenly flew in the distance. The figure slammed to the ground, drawing the minds of all three of them.

This figure flying over is none other than Wang Liang!