"When~"

Although Ma Mian has been forced to join the demon cultivation camp, he is actually still the ghost cultivator, so his body is not as strong as the demon cultivator, but the characteristics of the ghost immortal are that his body is very weird, plus he is a big realm higher than Li Ming.

It's just too fast!

Li Ming had no chance to dodge at all, so he could only use all his strength to use the copper mace in his hand to remove the spear in Ma Mian's hand; All I could hear was: the spear collided with the brass mace, making a sharp clashing sound; And Li Ming was directly shocked more than ten meters away, but fortunately, Ma Mian did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, otherwise Li Ming's life would be in danger. After Li Ming stood up leisurely, Ma Mian asked from afar: "Why didn't you kid 'recognize the Lord with blood'?"

"Ah~" Li Ming has already read a lot of novels about cultivating truth and cultivating immortals, so he naturally understands what it means to 'recognize the Lord with blood'. Since the original owner of the copper mace is dead, it is now considered ownerless; Therefore, Li Ming only needed to drip a drop of essence blood.

When a drop of Li Ming's blood melted into the copper mace, Li Ming felt dizzy, and he involuntarily planted it forward. Fortunately, Huang Xiaoxian, who was not far away, had a quick hand, and a yellow shadow flashed, supporting Li Ming: "Li Ming, Li Ming, what's wrong with you?

"Uncle Jian, obviously, what's wrong? Nothing will happen, right?" Xu Manman stood beside Li Jian, helping the stupid Li Tian and asked.

"What can it be? Obviously, this kid is too reckless!" Li Jian said with a smile: "Even if this copper mace is already an ownerless thing, can't he just recklessly drop blood to admit the master?

It's not fighting, it's not fighting, the demon clan is extremely depressed. However, Ma Mian is not a loss, I don't know how many years I have been a yin, well-informed, and sleek. He quickly guessed Li Jian's motive, which was nothing more than wanting to improve Li Ming's on-the-spot experience and his own strength.

In this case, if you want to survive, you can't be like a tree for ten thousand years, blindly dodging, dealing with errands, and waiting for reinforcements; What can I do even if reinforcements come? Looking at the formation, this guy named Li Jian doesn't care at all!

So, Ma Mian had his own idea: in the fight, point out Li Ming's shortcomings, so that he could delay time, and Li Jian would have no reason to kill himself.

So after Li Ming fell into a coma, Ma Mian did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but stood quietly in place motionless, waiting for Li Ming to wake up.

After about ten minutes, Li Ming slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was lying in Huang Xiaoxian's arms, and couldn't help asking: "I, what am I ......?" But before he finished speaking, one piece of information flashed in his mind: Nine Peerless Golden Jiao Gong...... , four inches long and two inches thick...... , which is made of the twin horns of a golden dragon...... It is divided into nine sections, each of which is engraved with a different rune......

"I'm going! Awesome!" Li Ming turned over and stood up excitedly, never expecting that this unsightly bronze mace turned out to be the 'natal magic weapon' of the late Jindan monks.

The excited Li Ming weighed the Nine Peerless Golden Hammers in his hand, and kept looking back and forth; At the same time, he thought to himself: "And this magic weapon not only has its own memories, but also some memories of its original owner; That Terran monk who was killed by Uncle Jian in seconds turned out to be the fifth master of this Nine Peerless Golden Jiao Gong!"

And the reason why Li Ming was in a coma just now was because the amount of information in the Nine Absolute Golden Jiao Gong was too large, Li Ming didn't take any protective measures, and his consciousness was overwhelmed by the surging memories.

In fact, Li Ming should feel lucky: if it weren't for the fact that he was a sword cultivator, and he was also a sword cultivator in the line of life cultivation, his divine sense was not strong, and he would have fallen into a coma as soon as he was swept away by the powerful and turbulent memory; If his consciousness was a little stronger and he could withstand the washing of the tidal wave of memories, his less than twenty years of memories would definitely be lost in the memories of the Nine Peerless Golden Dragons and the broken memories of its five masters.

Eventually, they become puppets and are controlled by them.

In fact, with Li Jian here, this kind of thing will definitely not happen; But this crisis was coincidentally resolved by Li Ming himself. He was directly overwhelmed by the tide of memory, so there was no need to be lost in the tide of memory; When he woke up again, the memories of the Nine Peerless Golden Jiao Gong and the memories left by its five masters had already poured into his mind, and he just wanted to digest as much as he remembered, until they all became a part of his memory.

"Little brother, these Nine Peerless Golden Jiao Gong are our boss's natal magic weapon, and they are usually collected into the body; You just hold it for a while, so you can't put it into your body like a natal magic weapon, but to carry it in your hand all the time, it's too unsightly!" As he spoke, Ma Mian took out an item from an embroidered bag between his crotch, and threw it to Li Ming as he spoke: "It just so happens that I have a storage bag here that I got from a dying monk in my early years, so you can make do with it first!"

"Storage bags?"

This is something that Li Ming has been fascinated for a long time, and he never thought that he would get it in this situation. Li Ming stretched out his hand to catch the storage bag that floated over, and when he was thinking about how to use it, Ma Mian took the initiative to tell him how to use it.

Li Ming followed what Ma Mian said, and gradually sank his soul consciousness into the storage bag, and the space in this palm-sized bag was actually more than ten square meters. It's a pity that it's full of ghost cultivators, and I can't use it myself. Li Ming then moved his soul sense, and the Nine Peerless Golden Jiao Gong in his hand was put into the storage bag; Then, with another movement of soul sense, the Nine Peerless Golden Jiao Gong returned to Li Ming's hands.

Li Ming played excitedly several times in a row, and Huang Xiaoxian beside him and Xu Manman beside Li Jian saw it brilliantly, so he didn't envy it.

"Hahaha...... Good!good!good!" Li Ming laughed heartily, applauded again and again, and suddenly shouted at Ma Mian: "Brother Ma, eat me!"

Ma Mian was secretly proud, and when he got carried away, he suddenly heard Li Ming's reminder and immediately raised his vigilance.

I saw Li Ming standing in place, raising his right hand with the Nine Peerless Golden Jiao Gong high, the tip of the gong pointing upward, his eyes looking directly at the horse's face, and his lips moving slightly......

In the sky above the horse face, a dark cloud immediately gathered, thunder roared, and in an instant, one by one the temple pythons smashed into the horse face.

Frightened, Ma Mian hurriedly dodged to the side, but these electric pythons seemed to press the positioning system and ran after Ma Mian.

The horse itself is an animal that is good at running, not to mention that this is still a ghost cultivator whose strength is comparable to that of the early stage of Jindan!

Under the guidance of the horse face, these electric pythons either smashed on the ground, or smashed on the stones, tree trunks, in short, did not hit the horse face at once. Just when Li Ming secretly shouted, 'It's a pity', Ma Mian suddenly stopped, and a thick electric python really slashed at his body.

"Yay!" Li Ming jumped up excitedly and shouted.

"Sorry, little brother! I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you!" The electric python kept wandering around Ma Mian's body, but Ma Mian didn't have anything to do at all, and said to Li Ming very calmly.

"Why is this happening?" asked Li Ming, a little frantically.

"Little brother, didn't you already say it just now? Ma Mian patiently and meticulously explained: "Even if it is a ghost, it is a ghost! Since it is a ghost, it means that I have no physical body; Since I don't have a physical body, how can you hurt me with a physical attack?"

"I~" Li Ming suddenly didn't know what to say, so he could only keep searching for the memory information of the Nine Peerless Golden Jiao Gong, hoping to find the skill to deal with the Yin Spirit. But alas, he had to be disappointed!

Think about it: How could a great monk have an intersection with the underworld? Even if he had the skill to subdue the Yin envoy, it was impossible for him to waste it on his natal magic weapon! Isn't that too wasteful?

Yin Si Difu is a soul-hooking institution set up between the yang world and the yin world in order to add vitality to its own world.

An innate martial artist is equivalent to having a glimpse of a trace of heavenly opportunity, and the Qi refining period is equivalent to saying that he has learned the conditions for cultivation, and the foundation building period means that he has already possessed the physique of cultivation, while the Jindan period has already stepped into the door of the cultivation realm.

Once you step into the realm of cultivation, you have jumped out of the six realms of reincarnation; Not to mention the cultivators, even the immortals who turned into immortals and flew into the immortal world also have a time to die, but they do not enter reincarnation, but take away and be reborn and continue their own cultivation; or was beaten by the enemy, and died.

Therefore, the monks of the Jindan stage don't need to waste time anymore and practice those tricks to deal with the yin and ask for their lives!

"Hmm~ you're very good!" Just when Li Ming was at a loss and didn't know what to do, Li Jian said from afar: "Ma Mian, you can go to the side to rest!

"I'll go, is this really a competition?" The rest of the demon cultivators were depressed one by one. However, they also have to appreciate Ma Mian's wit, which undoubtedly gave them a chance to survive for the time being.

Next up: the cat-faced orc.

Shouldn't it be: Bull Head? He and Ma Mian have always been partners together, and their strength should be about the same? Actually, no!

Bull head, Yin Si jailer, also known as: A Pong, bull head body and human hands, two-legged cow hooves, strong and strong, holding a steel hairpin.

When he was born in the yang world, he was not filial to his parents, and became a ghost pawn after his death. There is a cloud in the Buddhist scriptures: I see that people in the world are not filial to their parents. It's okay that the people of Shamen Dao disrespect the elders. Not afraid of the prohibition of county officials. He who is not afraid of this world and the hereafter. Don't be scared, don't be afraid. If Cao Ren dies, he will go into the mud plow. Meet the King of Yama. That is, to return to evil. The mud plough is named. The people on the side will go to the Yama place. Mud plough sidewords. This person is not filial to his parents when he is a man in the world. It's not a matter of Shamon Dao. Disrespectful elders do not give. Not afraid of this world and the next. Not afraid of county officials.

Because, everything in heaven and earth speaks: symmetry, in pairs, and only later did it be matched with horse noodles; Therefore, although Ma Mian has been going in and out with the bull head, his strength is thousands of miles apart.