As soon as his feet stood on the ground, Xiao Yao didn't have time to breathe, and his mind moved, and the demon slaying halberd appeared in his hand, and the halberd stabbed into the heart of Ding Haohou, who was still in a panic and did not come back to his senses.

"Poof~"

"Ah......h

Ding Hao's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head, he really couldn't figure out why Xiao Yao had an extra halberd in his hand at that moment.

"It's time for your forgiveness. ”

Looking at Ding Hao's frightened eyes, Xiao Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his arms used the last strength to pick up this heinous guy into the air......

"Plop~"

The body spun around a few times in mid-air, and Ding Hao fell headfirst to the ground, losing his life.

With a trembling right hand, he took out a Secretion Pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, Xiao Yao's legs weakened and fell to the ground.

Seeing countless ghost fires around him, Xiao Yao smiled bitterly, he was not afraid of death, why should he be afraid of them, and with such a thought, his fear gradually calmed down.

After a while, the ghost fire gathered more and more like a full moon to illuminate the surroundings in a dark blue, Xiao Yao recovered some strength, reluctantly sat up, his eyes swept around, only then did he find that he was already in the ghost fire, and he couldn't see anything outside, except for the blue in front of him, it was still blue......

In order to get rid of this damn place as soon as possible, Xiao Yao had to sit cross-legged on the ground and run the "Nine Palace Pulse Diagram", as he settled down, a trace of physical strength was replenished into his body, and the damaged internal organs were also slowly recovered with the assistance of the Secretion Pill.

Gradually, Xiao Yao's consciousness became clearer and clearer, and he suddenly remembered a mantra from "Tantra" that condensed the spirit: death turns into ashes, and there is no soul!

This is the perception of "death", Xiao Yao once understood this mantra, the first time he killed someone, the first time he faced death, in short, he could think of things that were close to death and understood it several times, but he still couldn't understand the true meaning of the formula.

At this time, I suddenly remembered this mantra, and I couldn't figure out whether it was a coincidence or caused by this strange atmosphere.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao opened his eyes and quietly observed the ghost fire, and after a while, he was surprised to find that when he was not afraid in his heart, the ghost fire actually became afraid, and whenever he looked at one of the ghost fires, it would instantly flee to another direction.

"What's going on?"

Frowning, Xiao Yao pondered, the ghost fire should have no spiritual intelligence, to put it simply, it is more like a trace of spiritual power left over after death, so why should it be afraid of itself?

His eyes inadvertently swept over the halberd, Xiao Yao was stunned, and suddenly understood something, "rejection" is like the heart of Chiyan rejecting other metals, before the heart was afraid, the ghost fire fused with it, and now the heart is like stopping water, the ghost fire seems to be unable to sense the breath of death and begins to become uneasy, which shows that it can sense its own spiritual power.

His eyes swelled with a touch of heat, and Xiao Yao began to try to communicate with the ghost fire with his mind, which is the so-called spiritual power......

With the infiltration of the mind, countless ghost fires suddenly exploded, and they quickly rotated around Xiao Yao, making people look extremely weird.

Xiao Yao tried to appease the ghost fire with his mind, telling them that he was just a chaotic spiritual power, and gradually, the ghost fire was no longer so violent and restless, and it was suspended in mid-air tremblingly.

Stretching out his palm, Xiao Yao calmly watched as a ghost fire fell into his hand, and now he was fusing with the ghost fire with the death power he had comprehended, and a strange scene appeared in his mind, in which a strange woman was born until she died, everything she experienced was like a horse and a flower.

A tear fell on the ghost fire, Xiao Yao empathized with the unwillingness and helplessness, grievance and loneliness before death, death means the end, death means dissipation, death means existence, announcing eternity in an invisible state.

The ghost fire broke away from the palm of his hand and was quietly suspended in mid-air, and the next moment, countless ghost fires began to gather together and merge with each other, gradually shrinking to the size of a mung bean, and then went straight into the "Mud Pill Palace" between Xiao Yao's eyebrows.

Closing his eyes, Xiao Yao dived into the Mud Pill Palace, and at this time he was pleasantly surprised to find that a ghost fire suddenly appeared in the originally misty Mud Pill Palace, to be precise, it produced the spiritual power of "death".

"It worked!"

Xiao Yao couldn't believe that this was true, and now he has completely woken up, it turns out that the most effective way to cultivate "Tantra" is to find the existence of the origin of every spiritual power, and only by communicating with the source will the spiritual power be condensed, it seems that everyone in the world is self-righteous with their talent to perceive, although they also have the opportunity to condense their spiritual power, but the speed of the turtle crawling, it is already old and dead before they can practice "Tantra".

"Host ~ Host ~"

At this moment, the anxious sound of a dry fire sounded in the woods.

"I'm here and there. Xiao Yao shouted happily.

After a short time, Qianhuo rode his war horse to the mass grave.

"Master, you are worried about the death of the old slave. ”

Turning over and dismounting, Qianhuo hurriedly ran over, hugged Xiao Yao, and couldn't cry.

Smiling awkwardly, Xiao Yao grinned and said, "Uncle Huo, pay attention to your image, no matter what you say, you are also a former king." ”

"The old slave lost his temper. ”

Wiping away the tears, the dry fire couldn't stop the excitement.

"This time is really a blessing and a great life, otherwise I would have died in the hands of this scum. ”

Kicking Ding Hao's dead body, Xiao Yao still shuddered when he recalled the moment of Fang Cai's life and death.

"Looking at the master's complexion, he also suffered a lot of internal injuries, I can't imagine how you killed him. ”

This murderer must be strong if he can wash the Qingdaomen in blood, even if he is not sure to kill this person, but now he is dead in the hands of Xiao Yao, and the dry fire is shocking.

"I am considered a blessing in disguise this time, not only did I kill him, but I also cultivated a trace of spiritual power. Xiao Yao said with a smile.

"Repair...... Cultivated spiritual power, oh my God, the master is not joking with the old slave. Qianhuo said dumbfounded.

"I can't explain it clearly in a few words, you come with me. ”

After speaking, Xiao Yao turned around and walked towards the mass grave.

"Where are you going?" said Qianhuo, confused.

"Help you regain your peak strength. ”

Dropping a sentence, Xiao Yao disappeared into the mass grave, Qianhuo felt that he had heard it wrong, shuddered, and hurriedly followed......

Xiao Yao came to a quiet place, and with a slight movement of his mental power, the spiritual power of "death" in the Mud Pill Palace erupted, and in an instant, the overwhelming ghost fire floated out of the tomb.

"Uncle Huo, come here. Xiao Yao said.

Seeing Xiao Yao huddled in the middle of the ghost fire, he almost fell to the ground with the strength of the dry fire.