In the mountains and forests, the man couldn't sense the human corpse he had refined, and there was only one possibility that the soul had been rescued.

The man's heart was anxious, looking at the night sky like a disc, he had to sink his heart and said, "The time has come, and it is important to refine the battle armor corpse." ”

Battle armor corpse, chasing corpses to teach an extremely powerful corpse refining secret technique, first will die not long ago, mortal realm tenth-layer monks, with spirit-level refining materials, melted and refined in the flesh, like a spiritual weapon.

After putting on the spirit armor, he began to refine, and with the forty-nine yin men and women, he used the power of the moonlight to the yin to urge the secret technique.

If the battle armor corpse is successfully refined, it will immediately break through into the spirit realm, giving birth to a trace of innate spiritual wisdom and powerful combat power.

The man sealed his hands and read: "The moon has the power of the yin, the corpse has the spirit armor and spirit knife, forty-nine for men and forty-nine for women, sacrificial practice." ”

One after another, the spiritual power changed, and strange black lines appeared, and the black lines entered the bodies of men and women, without pain, and the flesh gradually dried up, and a trace of essence and blood gathered.

Essence and blood are the things that mortals' flesh and soul are combined, and they are also the favorite things of yin and evil.

Under the moonlight, a supreme yin power, the yin and yang patterns on the ground, and the spirit stone lit up.

The essence blood flew into the corpse of the battle armor, and the power of the yin, the spirit stones on the ground, and the different energies of the three constantly fused with each other.

The man spit out a mouthful of spiritual blood, his handprint changed, and he read: "Take my spiritual blood as a guide to control the corpse spirit seal." ”

Spiritual blood is the origin energy of a monk, whose own flesh and blood and spiritual power are fused with each other. A large amount of genius earth treasure is required to be generated, and spiritual blood can be applied to spiritual magic and spiritual weapons to enhance its power.

Excessive loss of spiritual blood will cause the foundation to be unstable, the realm will be vain, and it will be difficult to break through lifelong cultivation.

The spiritual blood turned into a pattern, yin and yang, and flew into the eyebrows of the armor corpse, and a wave of qi shook, and the armor corpse opened its green eyes.

Ninety-eight men and women turned into a pile of dry bones, dark clouds covered the moon, the power of the Yin disappeared, and the spiritual power of the spiritual stones on the ground was completely gone, turning into a pile of powder.

The battle armor corpse cultivation continued to climb, and when he first entered the spiritual realm, he held a spirit knife in his hand, and he slashed at the man as if he was crazy.

The man sealed his hands and read: "Control the corpse spirit seal, show the mighty spirit, listen to the order." ”

The armor corpse's eyebrows lit up, and he threw down the spirit knife that had been waved to the edge of the man's head, knelt on the ground, stiffened without a trace of emotion, and said, "Master." ”

The man couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, and said, "Lingzhen, in a few days, it will be the time when you go to the Spirit Sect and be destroyed." The man grabbed it, the corpse of the armor, and flew towards Fuliu Village.

In Fuliu Village, after half an hour of suffering, Light Smoke finally survived the burning of the Red Lotus Karma Fire and cultivated to the fifth layer of the mortal realm.

Tie Wuself couldn't help but show his face, and said with a satisfied expression: "Ghosts cultivate the Buddha's way, only the humane one, the Buddha can think of it." ”

Han Qiusheng asked, "You old man, do you also know the Buddha?"

Tie selflessly smiled: "What you are cultivating is the Buddha inheritance of the Buddha to pass through the world, right? ”

Han Qiusheng still wanted to speak, but Tie Wuself interrupted: "Today, I will help you also have a good fate, and there is a spiritual realm monk who has committed a heinous sin, and he is rushing here. ”

With a wave of the vermilion brush, a trace of pale yellow mana flowed, surrounding the cold autumn sheng, and the light smoke was outside.

Said: "I have hidden you, the breath of life, and his soul power cannot perceive you. Looking at Han Qiusheng, he said: "Boy, don't want to pay any attention, I'm just a soul power clone, the deity is in the Hell Dao, I can't get involved too much in the affairs of this world, there is the Heavenly Dao to watch, I'll give you a ride." ”

A violent wind swept away, a person, a ghost, drifted into the distance, and Tie selflessly jumped into the black hole vortex and disappeared without a trace.

The man with the corpse of the armor descended from the sky, and all the doors were wide open, and where there was still a soul, there was only the corpse tied to the stake, which began to gradually decay and crawl with maggots.

The release of soul power covers a radius of thousands of miles, thousands of miles away in the cold autumn life, and the light smoke only feels, and a terrifying and invisible coercion pervades.

Shortness of breath, weakness to walk half a step, the same is true of light smoke, fortunately, there is a trace of mana.

The man withdrew his soul power and scolded: "It's that bastard, who dares to steal Lao Tzu's corpse and soul, don't be met by me, you will never be reborn." ”

The soul power disappeared, and Han Qiusheng said lightly: "Fortunately, that senior is a kind person, otherwise I don't know how to die, it's too dangerous, next time I encounter such a thing, I should stay away." ”

Qingyan smiled and said, "Han Gongzi, I already reminded you when I went, but if you don't listen, who can you blame?"

Han Qiusheng said righteously: "I'm not here for you, look at you, the current cultivation is the fifth layer of the mortal realm, higher than me, it's really kind and not rewarded, and it's not worth counting me." ”

I don't know when Han Qiusheng began to change, maybe it's the life of the small world, which is too plain and suppresses the real self.

Qingyan, with a hint of apology: "I'm sorry Han Gongzi, I shouldn't have counted you." ”

Han Qiusheng smiled: "It's okay, just kidding, let's go to Cangshan to find the refiner weirder." ”

In the south, although it is remote and the aura is thin, there is also a case of two people, which is famous.

Shangling Sect, a first-class sect, has tens of thousands of disciples. The refiner monster, a hundred years ago, lived in Cangshan. A thousand years ago, the first major sect in the south was wiped out overnight, and only the sect leader, a corpse Dao person, and a spiritual realm monk survived.

Cangshan, an inconspicuous mountain range, is inaccessible, but a hundred years ago, there was a strange man who refined, set cruel rules, free refining, and a mortal weapon forged at hand is also a top thing, and there is an endless stream of monks here.

After three days and three nights, Han Qiusheng finally climbed to the top of Cangshan, and a burst of fragrance, mixed with a trace of blood, rushed to his face.

A group of monks meditated cross-legged, and at a cursory glance, there were fifty or sixty people, and there were undried blood stains on the ground, and dusty skeletons abounded.

Ten miles back, a thatched house, a fruit grove behind the house, crystal clear and shining with green light, exuding bursts of fragrance, diluting the smell of blood here.

Suddenly, a curtain of spiritual light descended from the sky, enveloping the entire top of the mountain, and the monks on the ground stood up one after another and moved their bodies.

Han Qiusheng was overwhelmed by the scene, the door of the thatched hut was pushed open, and a sloppy strong man with his beard dragged to the ground and untrimmed walked out.

A tattered cloth robe, sewn and mended an unknown number of times, the refining monster, with a flick of his fingers, a spiritual power, turned into fifty or sixty.

Shooting into the body of every monk, Han Qiusheng was not spared, he only felt no different from a mortal, and he couldn't feel half of the aura.

The refiner monster said expressionlessly: "There are newcomers who don't know the rules, I'm saying it again, surrender and admit defeat and shout loudly, get out of the way." ”

"I like to watch mortal fights between mortals, it's exciting. Let's go. ”

Fighting in the flesh, it's simple, there is no aura, compared to martial arts, Han Qiusheng picked up a three-foot wooden stick on the ground, and said loudly: "Everyone here is garbage, not I blow it, one person singles out all of you." ”

Fifty or sixty monks, all of them were furious when they heard this, who didn't fight all the way up from the lowest level, and now they don't need to use spiritual power, they can show their true strength.

The refiner smiled and said, "Interesting, it's the first time I've seen someone say such crazy things." The voice raised a few points and said: "Today I made an exception, whoever can take down this kid, any part of his body, can be refined for free in front of me." ”

Hearing this, the fifty or sixty monks looked even fiercer, licked their lips, and showed their faces with greed.

Han Qiusheng laughed: "I don't want to kill, there are too many causes and effects involved, even if you come, I will never let you die." ”

With a wooden stick in my hand, I was born in the cold autumn, and I felt like I was invincible all over the world.