Within the nine tripods.

Lin Pinghe grabbed the ghost cultivator and entered the ding, and the huge "Lin" character suppressed the ghost cultivator to death.

In just a few breaths, the ghost cultivator who didn't believe in evil struggled desperately, and a large amount of ghost qi was eliminated, and finally looked at Lin Pinghe in horror, convinced that he was trapped by a junior in the qi training period, and screamed: "I have no grievances with you, why should I be so deceitful! Also, where is this?!"

Lin Pinghe frowned, it was really noisy, his right hand shook, and a "ding" character was quietly formed, directly through the bloody palm, and printed on the ghost cultivator's body.

However, the ghost cultivator was shocked, and after a while, he actually broke free from the "fixed" character, which is still one in ten of his strength, if it is in a complete state, I am afraid that it can directly shatter the character.

"What the hell are you going to do?" said the ghost cultivator hatefully.

Lin Pinghe's eyes flashed, he didn't listen to his barking at all, took out the blank talisman Zhu Dan, and drew the talisman with both hands at the same time, and in a short time, dozens of runes containing stronger spiritual power were completed.

"Whoosh", "Whoosh", "Whoosh.......

A large number of talismans were attached to the surface of the ghost's body, and the spiritual light was mixed with golden rays, flickering one after another.

At this moment, silence was restored within the Juding......

Lin Pinghe carefully recalled in his mind the technique of seizing the foundation of the ghost path, ghost cultivation can only guarantee to become a ghost cultivator by transforming all the vitality into dead energy, leaving a trace of vitality in the natal box, and nourishing itself in the natal box.

There are very few people who can know the path of ghost path cultivation, even fewer have the courage and heart to practice the ghost path, and even fewer can complete the foundation instead of dying.

Therefore, there are hundreds of millions of people in the world, hundreds of thousands of cultivators, and ghost cultivation is extremely rare, even if the combat power is far beyond the same level, but because some ancestors took shortcuts and cruel methods, they aroused the anger of the public, and now everyone often shouts and beats.

The Secret Technique of Snatching the Foundation can only be used for this special kind of Ghost Dao cultivator, and after the Seizure of the Sect, the original Ghost Cultivator will naturally disappear, even if its natal box is intact, it cannot be avoided.

The only way to kill a low-level ghost cultivator is to destroy the natal box, but with the improvement of cultivation, there will naturally be some other means, and all things in heaven and earth will restrain each other.

Those who accept the ghost base, although they can avoid the risk of the transformation of the qi of life and death, can only obtain the ghost base, and the cultivation is still the original strength, if you want to break through to the qi training period, you still need to constantly absorb the ghost qi of the deceased.

However, for Lin Wudi, this is enough!

Lin Pinghe held Lin Invincible in front of him, stared at the frozen ghost cultivator, his eyes were cold, and he said slowly: "Invincible, the foundation of your cultivation is here!"

After that, Lin Pinghe stretched out his hand to touch his eyebrows, and with a slap of his palm, he pulled out a stream of blood, and the blood turned into fog in the air, only to see him pinch his hands and shoot a spiritual light into the blood mist.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Pinghe hit dozens of magic tricks one after another, blasting into it, and gradually, the blood mist began to boil, and the color slowly turned dark red until it was black.

Seeing this, Lin Pinghe pointed his finger and shouted softly, "Go!"

The blood mist immediately passed through the blood palm and shrouded the motionless ghost cultivator, and the oily jet-black blood mist enveloped it impermeable. At this moment, the ghost body is like encountering hot oil, which is constantly extracted and sublimated.

Even in the seal, the ghost body could still see his trembling.

The jet-black blood mist had already condensed the ghost's body into a round object the size of an egg.

Lin Pinghe took a deep breath, with a solemn expression on his face, this can also be said to be a kind of elixir, with the ghost body as the main medicine, and it has reached a critical moment at this moment.

I saw that the black blood mist on the outside had burrowed into the circular sphere formed by the ghost body.

At this moment, the orb let out several unconscious screams, and the voice continued to weaken, turning into a slight wail.

The surface of the egg-sized sphere was uneven, as if there were countless small snakes swimming inside.

"Bang~" A cloud of black mist erupted from the ball and drifted in the air.

Lin Pinghe's face was soothing, this marked the completion of the condensation of the ghost foundation, and the original consciousness of the ghost cultivation had been erased by the secret technique.

Gradually, the small ball refined by the ghost body continued to repair itself, Lin Pinghe's eyes narrowed, and he took the opportunity to shoot a few more spiritual lights into it, and finally returned to a pearl-sized round shape.

When the secret technique reaches this point, even if it is completed, the last layer is ...... Lin Pinghe looked down at Lin Wuyi and muttered, "It's up to you!"

Small risk does not mean that there is no absolute risk at all, and there are no absolutes in the world.

Lin Ping and a finger of the pearl sphere suspended in the air ingested Lin Wuyi's broken eyebrows.

The small ball formed by this ghost body is very magical, like thin ice meeting boiling water, it slowly melts and slides into the wound on its eyebrows.

Lin Ping and spiritual power are talismans, engraved on the wound on his eyebrows.

In this way, except for the one natal box that is still missing, the rest is more dependent on this Lin Invincible himself to slowly devour this ghost cultivation foundation and turn it into his own.

If the power of the Jindan stage was here, he would definitely be able to perceive that the pearl-sized sphere entered the spiritual platform in his brain, continuously releasing ghost qi and eroding the remaining vitality, however, there was always a black viscous substance that protected the last trace of vitality of the spiritual platform, separating the endless dead qi.

Lin Pinghe took out some of the things he had stored, frowning and thinking, what is the most suitable thing to be used as a natal box......

In the end, Lin Pinghe's gaze was fixed on the blood devouring bead, this thing has been unable to be controlled by itself, but it is extremely hard, no matter what spiritual power hits into it, it seems to be stuck in a quagmire, there is no reaction, only when it encounters blood, it will be automatically activated.

Since this thing has these qualities, it is better to use it as a natal box and seal it in the storage space.

After making up his mind, Lin Pinghe glanced at Lin Wuving, who was transforming, and no longer stayed here, leaving the royal ding, and went deep into the maple leaf forest.

........

In a floating maple forest, Lin Ping meditated with his eyes closed, and the transparent walls around him scattered with a little starlight.

At this time, Lin Wudi, who had been waiting for a long time, finally reacted, the dead qi on the surface of his body was still overflowing, and his skin was slightly blackened.

Lin Pinghe didn't panic, took out the blood devouring bead, put it in the center of his eyebrows, pinched it with one hand, and pointed it on the blood devouring beads, only to see the eyebrow spirit talisman shining brightly, as if something had broken his head and flew out.

It was too late, it was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, a white light shot out from the center of his eyebrows, submerging into the blood-devouring beads.

At the same time, Lin Wuving's body began to carbonize, and the dead qi permeated his whole body.

The carbonization speed is extremely fast, and after a short time, the whole body turns into fine black carbon particles, leaving only a black dead qi, which slowly merges into the blood-devouring beads.

At this moment, Lin Wushu is no longer conscious, and when he is in a deep sleep, the dead qi is just instinctive, just like the milk swallow returning to the nest.

However, within Jiuding, there is not enough dead qi, and the cultivation effect is extremely slow. But if Lin Wudi has been placed in Yizhuang Village, this is not at ease.

Dead air has a characteristic, when ordinary people die, there is no difference between the remaining trace of dead air, but the monk is different, he is full of vitality, and he needs more dead air to spend it, so that the cemetery where the monk is buried is far more dead than this kind of civilian righteous village.

Lin Pinghe's eyes flashed, so the best place to cultivate invincibility is only there-Nanhua Back Mountain!

Nanhua Houshan is not the back of the mountain, it is also a place name, where the aura is surprisingly small compared to other Nanhua peaks. Later, after the longevity of Nanhua was exhausted, they were all buried there.

Before that, though, you have to go to a sad place.

........

On the edge of Tianfeng City, next to the ruined village.

Lin Pinghe came out of Jiuding and slowly paced in.

Some of the ruins at the entrance of the village have obviously been cleared.

Lin Pinghe's eyes flashed, it stands to reason that no one wastes energy on the destroyed village, and it is gradually eroded by wind, frost, rain and snow into a part of the earth. But there is only one way in which someone has cleaned up the village, and that is that there are still people in the village who survived that day.

Lin Pinghe's heart was suddenly a little apprehensive, and his pace stagnated, but then, he stepped away again, and walked along the little sounds coming from the village.

"Woooooooooo......oo Daddy, mother, you ...... How did you come back like this!" came a woman's whimper.

Lin Pinghe walked a few steps, turned a corner, and watched silently.

Not only a woman, but also a stout man, by his side.

Growing up in the same village, Lin Ping and naturally know each other, according to generation, it is a bloodline that has spread from the brothers of Grandpa's generation, the woman is called Lin Caiyun, and the man is called Lin Honglei, which is a pair of brothers and sisters.

Since Lin Pinghe entered the academy, the Lin family's business has become bigger and bigger, and the shops in Tianfeng City naturally have to be guarded by people from their own villages, and these two people are the ones who manage the shops in Tianfeng City in the Lin family village, and it is precisely because of this that they escaped that catastrophe.

Lin Pinghe's face was complicated, he didn't know how to explain all this to them, half a sound, silently took out some pill cheats from the ring, hid them in the corner, left a letter, and quietly left, walking towards the courtyard of the Lin Mansion.

Standing in front of the original mansion gate, Lin Pinghe's expression was gloomy, he slowly took a deep breath, spit out the miscellaneous qi in his chest, patted the storage ring, and flew out of a formation, the young man pinched the trick with both hands, and the formation flashed, forming a gossip shape, enveloping the entire courtyard.

Lin Pinghe's technique changed, the formation flag was bright, the "boom" sound continued, the ground near the courtyard continued to shake, and under the control of the formation power, a large amount of soil surged, burying the entire courtyard.

He took out a spirit wood from it, and used a divine sense to punch the golden rune into it, and the spirit wood was engraved: "The tomb of Ancestor Lin Wei." ”

Lin Pinghe stepped forward, inserted the spirit wood with his own hands, knelt on the ground, and bowed deeply three times.

Before getting up and leaving, he couldn't help but turn around, his brows furrowed slightly, and he shot into a bloody light again and merged into the formation.

Jiuding Changhong, flying away......

It seems slow, but in fact it doesn't take long.

When Jiuding disappeared in the distant air, a man and a woman arrived at the scene, looking at the tomb that appeared out of thin air with a shocked face, the man had a package and a letter in his hand, the man looked down at the letter and then looked at the tombstone in front of him, for a while, he was silent for a long time......