"Ruthless..."

Chang An stared at his left hand expressionlessly, closed his eyes, thinking back to the scene of his relatives dying in front of him, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, and a cold glow full of hatred, like an aurora, suddenly dispersed, and the cold breath on his body became even stronger. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This is decent, the monk is against the sky, if the heart is not ruthless, how to rebel, how to dye the sky red if the hand is not spicy, natural selection is allowed by heaven, killing people is a joke, revenge is even more extravagant, under the natural selection of the weak and the strong, strength is fundamental, although the old man doesn't know who I am, but the name of the destruction is good, in line with the old man's domineering spirit of pointing to the seven worlds of the sky..."

Chang An didn't say a word, patted the storage bag, opened his mouth and sucked, swallowed three blood coagulation pills, the fatigue in his eyes gradually turned into perseverance, and he stepped towards the bright light in the distance, although he had thousands of doubts in his heart, but it was not the right time.

As Chang'an slowly approached the source of the light, a strong smell of corpses came to his nose.

Chang'an, who frowned suddenly, suddenly found that there was an extremely strong feminine energy in this corpse smell, and this energy seemed to have life, absorbing the corpse qi that permeated the surroundings to enhance his breath.

After half a ring, when Chang'an came to the foot of a huge hillside, he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

The hillside that is dozens of meters tall and spreads for hundreds of meters is actually made up of countless corpses, in addition to the bones of human beings, there are also many corpses of spirit beasts, and the strong rancid smell makes people's scalps numb and can't help but gause.

Chang An gritted his teeth, took a step, took the steps of the corpse bones, and stepped up, when he stood on the pile of bones, stared down, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and his face was shocked.

In this deep pit, surrounded by many corpses, there is a coffin, and in the coffin lies a person, a man with a blue face and fangs, it should be said that the corpse is more appropriate.

In front of the chest of this corpse, there is a flickering green light, like a ghost fire, sometimes big and sometimes small, every time it flickers, the rich corpse gas around it is absorbed by the ghost fire, as if breathing, and like spitting, and Chang'an is shocked, what makes him even more incredible is that this ghost fire seems to be conscious, in Chang'an's eyes fell on his body for a few breaths, and it was violently extinguished and bright, and fled into the distance.

"The Dead..."

The voice of the annihilation suddenly buzzed from his heart at this moment, and he shouted out the origin of the ghost fire.

Looking at the ghost fire that disappeared at the end of his gaze, Chang An took a deep breath and asked, "What is a corpse?"

He smiled and said with disdain in his tone: "It is a kind of idea that the grievances of these corpses under your feet before they die, people often call them ghosts who ask for their lives, if the old man's guess is right, this place should be a place for the sect to raise corpses, a place to cultivate corpses..."

Under Chang'an's eyes, he slapped the storage bag violently, and an evil puppet with a tattoo and a gloomy aura appeared in front of him.

Looking at this evil puppet obtained in the north peak of Qingxiao Sect, Chang'an condensed and said, "This corpse, how is it?"

He smiled softly and approvingly, "Not bad... I didn't expect you to have an evil puppet..."

Chang An pursed his lips thoughtfully, and suddenly understood in his heart that the existence of annihilation should be the awakening of the repudiation refers to breaking through a heavy heaven, and what he is thinking, this annihilation does not know.

Chang'an, who was secretly relieved, immediately pondered: "Can you understand the method of controlling corpses?"

He groaned a little, and snorted coldly: "What if you understand, how can you ...... if you don't understand?"

Chang'an's eyes were slightly cold, ignoring the annihilation, and under the use of the spirit technique, he turned into a big hand and pulled the evil puppet, walked down the corpse pile, came to the coffin, and let the evil puppet lie in it, as if talking to himself, and muttered: "If I die, I don't know if you can still exist..."

After Chang'an finished speaking, he didn't wait for a response, calmed down, and sat cross-legged on the side.

After a few breaths, Chang'an, who was expressionless, suddenly had a smile on the corner of his mouth, sensing the many mantras that suddenly appeared in his mind, and he didn't even think about cultivating immediately.

After half a ring, when Chang'an opened his eyes, he nodded with satisfaction: "Condensation through the corpse..."

"Hmph, boy, you're getting more and more annoying......"

Chang'an's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Each other, you are in my body, I also hate ......"

He smiled, as if he didn't want to argue too much on this kind of issue, and explained: "You stay in the Qingxiao Sect, you shouldn't have heard of the exercises, although the condensation of the corpse is not the best exercise, but it is also the middle and upper class, this is the old man for the evil puppet parent-child selection, practice to the fullest, you will have the power of the heavens in every gesture, if you have the opportunity, you can be ranked among the corpse emperors... As for you..."

Speaking of this, he was stunned, with a ridiculous smile, waiting for Chang'an's response.

If it is said that the magic method is the method of the foundation of the monk's cultivation, then the practice law is the existence that all monks can hope for, how can Chang'an, as a monk, not know the preciousness of the exercises, so to speak, the Qingxiao Sect, together with the Changyu of the Jindan period, did not practice the exercises, it is conceivable that the exercises are rare and rare.

As long as the exercises are cultivated, it is like adding another energy attribute to the foundation of spiritual power, and the magic spells that are displayed will have the power of the exercises, which are really powerful, and even the strength of the exercises will affect the potential of the monks and the success rate of breaking through the realm.

If it is a transcendent innate treasure, put together with a book of exercises, most monks will choose exercises, because with exercises, it is like having a key to immortality, and in the same level, it is an existence standing at the top.

Looking at the evil puppet lying in the coffin, Chang An took a deep breath and asked directly, "Okay, what do you need?"

"Need?"

The chuckle echoed in his mind for an instant, and his tone was mixed with dissatisfaction and snorted: "Since I have said it, you are not interested in me at all, if you get to that point, I will naturally ask for it, but now I am not in a hurry, I have this exercise here, which is quite suitable for you..."

Chang'an raised his eyebrows, and as soon as the words fell, a dense array of exercises suddenly appeared in his mind, making his narrowed eyes suddenly flash a gleam, and he was stunned: "Jiuxuan Zhenzun Three Divine Heavenly Technique...."

"I don't know why, the mantra of this exercise suddenly appeared in my mind, how I got it, I can't remember, I just know that the power of this exercise is very good, yes, and it suits you very well..."

Chang'an looked at the cave, without a word, immediately cultivated, when a warm air current, from the dantian spirit sea, a week after wandering the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, Chang'an opened his eyes, although his face was as usual, but the shock in his eyes made Chang'an's heart calm for a long time.

"Jiuxuan... Set the nine qi of heaven and earth, condense the three gods of Zhenzun, each layer is a Xuantian, until the nine Xuantian are one, and you have the potential to reach the sky, you are really willing..."

"You don't have to probe me, you should know better than anyone how I woke up, and if you have the heart to think about this, you might as well think about how to take revenge...... Although I don't remember many things clearly, I know very well that people like me, who do not obey heaven and earth, do not obey order, and do not respect gods, will never seal themselves in a mantra of magic and be reborn..."

Hearing this, Chang'an frowned and frowned, his heart was shocked, and in a trance, he had a strong illusion, feeling as if he had fallen into some kind of bottomless abyss because of the awakening of this annihilation.

Seeing that Chang An didn't respond, he seemed to know what Chang An was thinking at the moment, and chuckled: "What should come will always come, it's better to focus on how to enhance the strength of cultivation, since you have embarked on this ruthless cultivation path, you have no qualifications to be afraid, because hesitation is reserved for the dead..."

Listening to the words, Chang'an felt the heat wave in his body, and muttered: "How to find these nine qi?"

"It's simple, it depends on what you want, the qi that exists between heaven and earth is as much as a cow's hair, it is strange, and the functions are all different..."

Chang An took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly brightened slightly, and he hesitated: "This air, can it be counted?"

"Count, it's just that, in the air, it's relatively common..."

Chang'an, whose mouth twitched slightly, subconsciously looked at the corpse mountain around him, and continued to ask: "What about this corpse qi?"

He sighed deeply and said with a smile: "Corpse qi, that's good, but if you want to become a human being, a ghost or a ghost, you can cultivate, but I advise you not to do this, if you use corpse qi to cultivate, how can the evil puppet cultivate?"

Hearing this, Chang'an gasped, shook his head secretly and groaned.

This Nine Xuan Zhenzun Three Divine Heavenly Technique is really a bit complicated, but if you want to cultivate, you must first find a kind of Xuan Qi, but listening to the meaning of Annihilation, it seems that this Qi is not right, and it will also affect your body, so that Chang An can't help but fall into contemplation.

Considering the third, Chang'an didn't dare to act rashly, and felt that if he wanted to practice this exercise, it seemed that he had to think about what kind of qi he used to make the first kind of Xuan Qi to cultivate.

After a short while, Chang'an stared at the evil puppet, and punched several magic seals with both hands to his chest.

A faint silver light emerged from the fingertips of Chang'an's hand pinching the magic seal, gathered together, turned into a silver rune, and went straight to the evil puppet's chest, and then, Chang'an bit the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of essence blood.

When this mouthful of essence blood blurted out, under the control of Chang'an's spiritual sense, blood beads were formed, which followed the open mouth of the evil puppet, and did not enter, until the blood beads of Chang'an essence blood coagulated flowed into the evil puppet's chest, and the runes printed on the evil puppet's chest suddenly shot out a silver light, shining fiercely in all directions.

This silver ray appeared extremely quickly, disappeared faster, and finally fused with blood beads and drilled into the evil puppet's heart, although Chang'an felt a repulsive force in the process, but as Chang'an's essence blood occupied the evil puppet's entire heart, it finally disappeared.

Chang'an, who was sweating on his forehead, calmed his breath and softly recited the condensation of the corpse, and at the same time, the evil puppet lying in the coffin also chattered, and the gloomy voice echoed around this strange corpse pile.