Shura means god, and the ghost god is the god of the ghost world. Shura ghost magic, the ghost world is peerless, and the ghost world is peerless.

At night, it is the time when the wandering spirits haunt. It is also the most ghostly moment.

Zhang Yang found a cave halfway up the mountain, and sat in it to practice Shura ghost skills.

Close your eyes and breathe, and hold your breath tightly. In the middle of the night, the soul is condensed. The wild ghosts wandering between heaven and earth are all coming in one direction at this moment. They have only one goal, which is to publicize it.

Zhang Yang sucked away a lot of yin qi because of his cultivation of Shura's ghost and divine skills, which attracted the attention of many wandering spirits.

The empty mountains are deserted, the night is cold, and the ghosts are howling and the west wind is sour.

On a starless night, the bleak moonlight shrouded the earth, pale and pale.A few disciples walked aimlessly on the uninhabited path, the cold wind came to their faces, making people feel a burst of creepy, and the forest in winter was a little strangely silent.The branches were rustled by the wind, and the broken branches were crumbling, like hanged ghosts, however, the sudden appearance of the scene made these disciples exclaim, and the graves and corpses in the mountains appeared in front of them.

During the day, it is a secluded wood. These disciples also returned late from training, and when they came back late, they naturally passed through this forest. However, the scenery at night is very different from that during the day.

This is the fear of the subconscious, even if they are a group of cultivators with cultivation, they are also full of fear of lonely souls and wild ghosts.

"What's the matter, it didn't turn out like this here when I came back at night!" said one of the disciples as he ran, when a skull hit his head. He exclaimed, saw the white skull, and screamed, even his legs weakened.

Several disciples gathered around, looking frightened one by one. Suddenly, a disciple mustered up the courage and shouted, "What are you afraid of, we are cultivators, and ghosts are not so terrifying!"

"Yes, what's so scary," the disciples mustered up their courage and cautiously walked towards the exit of the woods in front of them.

Suddenly, a series of flickering shadows floated from all directions, whining, far away and empty, like a cold wind passing through the hall.

Countless Yin Spirits rushed to their faces, and these disciples were ready to attack at any time.

However, that gloomy and dead aura forced these disciples to breathe, and it was so laborious to run the true qi.

Just as these ghosts floated in, a loud shout suddenly rang out. In the moonlight, a man in purple fell into the air. However, the death aura in his body was stronger than these Yin Spirits. I saw him waving his arms, emitting a ghostly aura, which shocked these ghosts and did not dare to approach.

"Hurry back to the Xianlan Sect, leave the matter here to me. The purple-clothed man flew in the air and said lightly to this group of disciples.

"It's the young sect master!" A disciple with good eyes shouted excitedly when he saw the purple-clothed man's face clearly.

The man in purple is Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang has just practiced Shura Ghost Skill today. Because the Yin Qi absorbed by cultivating this skill is too heavy, it attracts many ghosts to come.

This sudden appearance of the cemetery is the scene of the ghost world. This group of disciples also entered this forest and strayed into the ghost realm.

In fact, this is not the real ghost world, but a space leading to the ghost world, people call this road the yin and yang road, which is a place connecting the yang world and the underworld.

Zhang Yang looked around and said to these ghosts: "They have inadvertently entered this path, you quickly go to the ghost realm, enter reincarnation as soon as possible, and reincarnate as soon as possible." Stop doing useless things. ”

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, these ghosts really left here. It was as if the fog was slowly evaporating and gradually disappearing.

"Thank you, Young Sect Master, for saving me!" these disciples said from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhang Yang looked at these disciples and said, "You come with me, and I will take you out of here." ”

Zhang Yang led these disciples towards the intersection in front of them, and when they reached the intersection, Zhang Yang turned back to them and said, "Close your eyes, don't use a trace of true qi. Walk with my steps. ”

Hearing this, these disciples did as they were told, and followed Zhang Yang out of this intersection.

"Open your eyes. Zhang Yang said.

The disciples opened their eyes, but they were stunned to find that they were still in the mountains and forests. But this forest is the usual woods, without graves and skeletons, and the evening breeze is quiet and the wind is biting.

Zhang Yang saw these disciples leave safely, so he nodded reassuringly and continued to return to the cultivation place to cultivate.

Regardless of the attention of the hundred ghosts, Zhang Yangwu practiced the Shura ghost magic skill.

Close your eyes and breathe, and hold your breath tightly. In the middle of the night, the soul is condensed.

To practice this method is to achieve the above points. First of all, you must close your eyes and concentrate without any distractions. You also have to hold your breath, and in doing so, you can avoid being harassed by the spirits. Because as long as you don't breathe, these geists will treat you like one kind.

The best time to cultivate is at night, because only at night is when the ghost aura is at its strongest. Soul condensation, this is a bit cruel. It means to absorb the power of the soul and keep it for yourself.

The wandering ghosts couldn't enter the ghost world for various reasons, and if they were absorbed again, they would gradually disappear from this world, and eventually their souls would be scattered and wiped out.

However, Zhang Yang has no sympathy for these lonely souls and wild ghosts, because these lonely souls and wild ghosts who can't enter the ghost world are all people who have done great sins in their lifetimes, and it is not a pity to die.

I practiced to the most critical moment, condensed the soul, absorbed the soul power, took it for myself, ran the vitality, and turned into a ghost!

At this moment, the onlookers all wailed, and they were involuntarily sucked by Zhang Yang.

In the dark night, a black vortex was formed. These ghosts turned into a thick cloud of black qi and were inhaled into his body by Zhang Yang.

The cold wind tore the horn, like a ghost crying. Zhang Yang opened his eyes suddenly, and his dark eyes were full of death, making people dare not look directly. These eyes are like a bottomless abyss, absorbing the soul of a person.

Zhang Yang stood up and moved his muscles and bones, suddenly smiled, and the dead air in his eyes disappeared.

Although his cultivation had not improved, he still felt that his body at this time was much more comfortable than before. He is also very sensitive to the ghost qi between heaven and earth.

Moreover, after learning the Shura Ghost Divine Skill, he inadvertently became more aware of the situation in the ghost world.

It's not a ghost, but it's more cautious than a ghost. Zhang Yang at this moment is a top powerhouse in the cultivation realm, and he is also a supreme party in the ghost realm.

"This method has been learned, and the other three methods must be learned as soon as possible. Zhang Yang muttered to himself, and flew out of the cave towards the sky.

Zhang Yang next prepared to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Technique, and the most important factor in cultivating this Technique was that there was more demonic energy. So he went to the land of the sealed demons overnight.

After browsing some information in the Xianlan Sect, he also knew the form of the world.

The land of the Sealed Demon is so far away that it would take days to fly all the time. Early in the morning, Zhang Yang came to a small town in the Holy Dragon Empire and casually found a tavern for breakfast.

Zhang Yang ate and sighed in his heart: "It is said that cultivators don't need to eat, and after becoming a cultivator, I know that I can't lack food at any time." People are iron and steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. ”

"Xiao Er checks out. After Zhang Yang finished eating, he left the tavern. After leaving the town, out of sight, he flew up and continued on his way.

In two days, Zhang Yang came to the borderless land of the Central Continent. It's a place of freedom of movement, but it's also fraught with danger. Here we can only rely on strength to speak, the weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected.

This borderless land has always been ruled by the Celestial Streamers.

The six major schools are not fixed forces, they are all composed of ranger cultivators. It's just that their cultivation methods are different, so they are called the sixth rate.

Among the six streams, the Feitian Stream is the strongest and has the widest number of people. As the name suggests, people who belong to this genre will have some flying tricks, which are characterized by fighting in the air, and their tricks are extremely powerful, destructive, and can be attacked in groups.

The other five schools have their own strengths and weaknesses, and their strength is not divided between upper and lower.

Escape Stream, people of this school will be very good Escape Technique, although there are generally no masters in Escape Stream, but they can escape smoothly with Escape Technique.

The main characteristic of hurricanes is that they are fast, and most people are killers, with a first-class secret weapon, coupled with super fast speed, they are the top of the killer profession.

Ben Lei Liu, the people of this genre are the most ferocious, and they are generally masters of boundless strength. They are all tall and big, like thunder, and the strongest strength can split a mountain. Although the people who run the thunder flow have an amazing brute strength, their intelligence is not high, so they have been pressed down by the flying stream.

Driving corpses is a legendary spell that can drive corpses to walk, which belongs to a kind of ancient Miao Gu technique. The existence of the corpse stream is already very chicken, and it doesn't seem to have much effect. But for some unknown reason, other forces have not dared to move the corpses for thousands of years.

Edgeworth-flow, this one is more as the name suggests. The people of this school mainly practice swordsmanship, and most of their swordsmanship is self-created, and there is no basis for a sect.

The forces in the world are also known, and he also knows that the place where he is now is the territory of Feitianliu, so he is not too ostentatious and has always kept a low profile.

The place where he is now is a city with a lot of people, in the middle of the desert. Because of its geography, the name of the city is Desert City.

The Central Continent is very extensive and includes oases, deserts, mountains, and large cities. Some of the most famous places are the Oasis of Death, the Summoning Mountain, the Flying City, and the Infinite Desert. The desert city sits right in the middle of the infinite desert.

Cultivators travel thousands of miles a day, so the problem of water is not a problem. Zhang Yang came to this desert and entered this desert city, and he was full of curiosity when he saw the desert for the first time.

The harsh climate has made the desert extremely inhospitable, with not a single chirping bird in the sky, no spring in the ground, and only explorers from all over the world, either in groups of two or three, or lonely, riding camels, year after year, month after month, trek under the scorching sun in search of the lost treasures of legend.

But for cultivators, treasure is just an illusory thing, and they came to the desert to experience this kind of life. It's also a great place to hone your will.

After Zhang Yang had dinner in the desert city, he came outside the city to enjoy the scenery of the desert at sunset.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, boundless. The afterglow of the setting sun shone in the vast sea of sand, and the sky and the earth were golden and red.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

In this magnificent desert, Zhang Yang lingers in this scene. He is like a lone eagle in the desert, flying in the sky and in the sea of sand.

Zhang Yang was immersed in his own artistic conception, but found that the vast sea suddenly appeared in front of him, and a mermaid with a wagging tail in the middle of the sea was smiling at him. The waves swayed slightly, and the mischievous mermaid flicked its tail to stir up splashes, dancing happily on the surface of the sea.

Zhang Yang rubbed his eyes, but found that the scenery in front of him slowly disappeared. Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, it turned out that this was just a mirage.

However, just as he was about to leave the desert. The sound of waves looms, as if far away and yet close, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

How can a mirage have a sound?

Zhang Yang was shocked at this time, and the picture that just appeared was not a mirage. But being seen by him, what is the meaning?

Zhang Yang recalls the appearance of the mermaid, and always feels familiar, as if he is a long-lost relative. But how could he be related to a mermaid? Although Xiaomei once became a mermaid, Zhang Yang knew that Xiaomei's body was not a mermaid.

Doubts take shape in my mind and linger. Zhang Yang listened carefully to the faint sound of the waves, and it seemed to be a girl's message, in short, it was very unreal.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman in simple clothes walked over and stood there quietly, as if she was also listening to something.

Zhang Yang looked at her in surprise and asked, "Eldest sister, can you also hear the sound of the waves?"

The middle-aged woman glanced at Zhang Yang curiously, and said lightly: "You are from out of town, right?"

"Well, I just got here today. Zhang Yang nodded.

The middle-aged woman was relieved and said with a smile: "No wonder you don't even know about the goddess of Jinghai, every dusk, the goddess of Jinghai will appear as a god, and then sing to the people of the desert." Hearing her singing is a kind of spiritual cleansing. Her singing voice always makes people feel serene and uncontested. ”

"Who is the Goddess of the Silent Sea?" Zhang Yang asked.

The middle-aged woman patiently introduced: "The goddess of Jinghai is a kind mermaid, and she is the patron saint of this desert. You are surprised to hear this, why is a mermaid in the sea the patron saint of the desert? In fact, this is a legend that has been passed down for a long time..."

Only bleeding fingers can play the swan song of the world, and only those who have gone through hellish trials can refine the wings of heaven.

Beautiful legends are always stories that can be sung and cried.