After descending the Netherworld Mountain, Long Qiong and Daotong Long Jiu went to the Transformation God Sect together.

Long Qiong said little, Long Jiu was silent, and the two also had some tacit understanding. When I went down the mountain, I walked like an experience, without any urgency.

The trees are thick, the air is fresh, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and it is a beautiful place in the world. It's a pity that Long Qiong has the aura of extreme yang, and he is born with a cold temperament, cold and lonely, and there is no leisure and elegance.

"Senior brother! Long Jiu handed the accompanying kettle to Long Qiong.

After Long Qiong took it, he took a sip, looked into the distance, and asked, "How long will it take to reach the Transformation God Sect?"

"Three days trip. Long Jiu thought for a moment and replied.

Seeing this, Long Qiong secretly thought that today was already the first day, and there were still six days, and the extreme yang qi in his body was about to attack again. I really don't know if the gods in the Transformation God Sect can solve their own situation.

What's more, what is the fear of death, and what is the joy of life?

So, Long Qiong left all her troubles behind and meditated for a while. Although the golden Extreme Yang Qi in his body had always been entrenched in it, Long Qiong would try to use a small amount of ghost qi whenever he had the opportunity.

He was a stoic man, and the harder things he did, the more he had to try. He was lucky with the dantian, with one palm up and the other palm down, closing his eyes and turning the ghost qi into action.

The ghost qi slowly flowed in the veins, and as a result, the extreme yang qi suddenly became as vivid as a tiger, and it bit down directly, Long Qiong was in pain, the meridians twitched, and the soul almost floated away from the body again.

"Hiss......"

Long Qiong gritted his teeth, withdrew his spiritual power, and let go of the extreme yang qi for the time being, a dantian, and the ghost qi became less and less.

Long Jiu's eyes were slightly closed, and he respectfully packed the package on the side.

It was getting late, and for the cultivators, there was no difference from the daytime. On the contrary, for the people of the ghost path, the moment of joy has come.

Because the ghosts are used to yin, the night is the time when the ghosts in the yin are the most abundant. It's just that the night that Long Qiong looked forward to the most in the past is not interesting to him now.

"Let's go!"

Long Qiong got up, ignoring the cold sweat on her back, and said casually.

"Yes! ”

Long Jiu answered, continued to carry the package, and walked behind Long Qiong.

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The night was getting thicker and thicker, and there was a cold air in the air, and the two walked into the forest, and from time to time they heard a dead silence of cries, shouts, and laughter......

It's the screams of lonely ghosts, and they're venting their frustrations.

Long Qiong ignored it and walked intently. It's just that there are a few wild ghosts who don't know what to do, thinking that they are powerless people, and they want to devour them.

Long Qiong swept away coldly, and directly picked up a black sword, without a little light, it seemed to be just an inconspicuous piece of pig iron.

However, when Long Qiong held the black sword in his hand, it was like a stab, and a hideous wild ghost dispersed, and the rest of the nature screamed and fled.

"Hmph!" Long Qiong sneered, his palms turned into black smoke, and he split into several streams and chased after the wild ghosts that ran away.

The black smoke engulfed them, becoming even larger. When he returned to Long Qiong's hand again, he slowly immersed himself in his body along his arm, and then a burst of golden light flashed on Long Qiong's body, and the black smoke dispersed directly to the surroundings.

Seeing this, Long Qiong was slightly depressed. He said that the ghost qi couldn't work, so he wanted to use the resentment of the wild ghost, this kind of yin qi into the body, to test what the result would be.

Again, the Extreme Yang Qi does not allow anything foreign in his body.

Long Jiu looked at this and knew that Long Qiong was trying again. In fact, it's no wonder that a ghost genius can't get lucky now, can't breathe yin qi, and no one will give up.

Long Qiong's whole body was weak because of the onset of extreme yang qi, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the yin wind blew, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he wanted to find warmth.

"Let's rest here, and we'll go tomorrow morning!" Long Qiong couldn't, so he could only lean under an old tree and close his eyes and said.

Long Jiu nodded, and also rested against a tree not far away.

Although Long Qiong closed his eyes, he was thinking about these things. Although there was extreme yang qi in his body, it prevented him from practicing ghost qi and inhaling yin qi. But his spiritual power has not disappeared, and he can still get rid of ghosts and demons as before.

That's fine, it's not a waste after all.

The next day, after dawn, Long Qiong opened her eyes.

After resting for the night, his strength regained and he continued to move forward with Long Jiu.

The day was calm and nothing happened.

It was only in the evening that I heard someone fighting in front of me, and there was a burst of extremely yin qi......

Long Qiong was stunned, it seems that something happened in front of him, and there is a ghost in the first place.

"Let's go take a look!" Long Qiong said solemnly to Long Jiu.

Long Jiu was a very immature-looking Dao boy, looking at Long Qiong like this, he couldn't help but become a little nervous, and asked, "But what is there that is causing trouble in front?"

Long Qiong didn't know what the situation was, so he could only say comfortingly: "Don't be surprised!

Long Jiu seemed ashamed, after all, he was sent by the head of the sect to take care of Long Qiong. Now he wants Long Qiong to protect him, which is really embarrassing.

Long Qiong didn't say anything more, listened to the sound of the fight, and walked towards it.

Walking through a forest, under the faint moonlight, a handsome and extraordinary man dressed in ink-colored clothes, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, holding two short swords, looked solemn.

Opposite him was a black giant two or three meters high, its sharp eyes staring at the man, its mouth spitting black air, its fangs sticking out, and a pair of withered hands like eagle claws, eerie and terrifying.

"Haha...... Boy, today is your day of death!"

"Hmph! Don't be arrogant, the master hasn't used a trick yet!" As he spoke, the man handed over two short swords and stood in the middle, chanting the spell, the double swords became larger, faintly glowing, and at a glance he knew that it was a rare sword.

Said it was late, but it was fast, the man held two giant swords, kicked hard, and stabbed into the eyes of the ghost.

The ghost couldn't stop laughing, stretched out a ghost claw, directly held the man's sword, and the other claw hit the man.

The man's handsome eyes were sharp, he swept his leg forward, his right hand was empty, and he stabbed the ghost's claws fiercely, causing the ghost to laugh wildly and disappear.

The man returned to his place, even more cautiously. Ghosts are like nothingness, and they change.

Suddenly, the ghost appeared behind the man, and it spat black breath like a tangled branch, and like a nimble snake, it crawled up at the man's feet, slowly spinning, and finally trapped him.

When the man realized that something was wrong, this black gas had already entangled him, and he withdrew the sword in his hand, clenching his hands tightly, trying to break free of this bondage.

The ghost smiled gloomily, slowly floated in front of the man, and said mockingly: "You don't want to struggle, my ghost rope, no one can get it open." It's your bad luck to pass by here today. ”

The man didn't believe it, and a red light erupted from his body. He was like a sharp sword, and he wanted to fly out of the black gas entanglement.

As a result, what he never expected was that this black qi was very peculiar, and he was not afraid of his sword qi at all, but got closer and closer, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"You, you let go of me!"

"What do you think?" the ghost opened a bloody mouth to bite the long-winded man down.

The man broke out in a cold sweat and struggled desperately.

When Long Qiong came over, he saw such a scene, he didn't think twice, he directly pulled out his black sword, flew over, and directly blocked the devouring of the ghost.

The ghost was blocked, his anger was extremely corrupt, and he glared at the comer, and he was a handsome and elegant man. If it weren't for the strange black sword in his hand, the yin qi flickering between his eyebrows, it would have thought that this was an ordinary scholar.

"Yo, there's a dead boy! What's wrong? Nosy is not a good thing. The ghost didn't put Long Qiong in his eyes, and said coldly.

Long Qiong slashed at the trapped man with a black sword, and the strong black qi of the powerful ghost was directly broken by Long Qiong and turned into nothingness.

The ghost was surprised, glared at Long Qiong, and asked, "Who are you?"

When Long Qiong saw that the man was saved, he turned his gaze to the ghost, and said calmly: "If you don't change your name, you can't change your surname." I am a disciple in the Ghost Dao, my name is Long Qiong!"

When the ghost heard this, he knew why Long Qiong could cut through his ghost qi, and he had originally learned all yin qi. It's just that the ghost fixed his eyes and found that the yin qi on Long Qiong's body was very weak, and he couldn't help but laugh contemptuously.

"Ghost Dao disciple, you haven't cultivated until you reach home, so you dare to come here and look for death!" said the ghost, and rushed directly towards Long Qiong.

A powerful yin qi blew the saved man with a feeling of suffocation, but Long Qiong's eyes were very bright, looking for the eyes of the ghost.

In a moment's time, Long Qiong directly stabbed the black sword into the right eye of the ghost.

A black shadow gradually shrank, and the figure about two meters in size screamed wildly, shouting: "Xiao'er! you dare to hurt me, I want you to die!"

As he spoke, the ghost changed, and it was originally a cloud of black smoke, but it was mixed with bloody gas, and attacked Long Qiong, and he wanted to directly swallow this unknown human being.

"Be careful!" The handsome man saw that something was wrong with Long Qiong, and in a panic, he wanted to help.

As a result, Long Qiong turned into a black flame in the middle of the second-hand, and directly hit the ghost.

Originally, it was all yin qi, and Long Qiong's ghost fire was much purer. And what surprised him a little was that he was extremely fast at the speed of transporting the ghost fire this time. Moreover, the power of this ghost fire seems to be even more powerful than before, with a cold aura, unlike the ordinary ghost fire before.

There were two ghost fires in the body of the ghost, and there was a tendency to burn itself, and he was panicked and scared for a while, and he no longer had the arrogant tone he had before, shrunk to the size of a human, and begged for mercy at Long Qiong: "Let me go, let me go, I don't dare anymore." ”

Long Qiong looked at this powerful ghost up close, turned into a human form, and did not look as hideous as before. Thinking about the Daomen, many senior brothers have accepted ghosts as ghost attendants.

If you collect one yourself, you can also strengthen your cultivation.

So, Long Qiong swept over the ghost with cold eyes, and asked sternly: "Do you really repent and no longer hurt people's lives in the future?"

The ghost was tormented by the two ghost fires, and he dared not listen to Long Qiong's words.

"I don't dare, whatever the Taoist chief says, I'll do it!"

Seeing this, Long Qiong's face softened a little, and said in a cold voice, "Are you willing to be my ghost servant?"

When the ghost heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and soon became pleasantly surprised. Although he felt that the yin qi in this man named Long Qiong was very weak, he was able to emit such a powerful and pure ghost fire, which showed that he was not an ordinary person.

In addition, he is now subject to him, and agreeing to come down is not a good thing for himself?

So, the ghost nodded and said, "I do, master!"

After the ghost finished speaking, he recited a spell and reached a contract with Long Qiong, showing that he was truly obedient to him.

In this way, Long Qiong took back the two ghost fires on the ghost.

Only this time, the ghost fire entered the body, and it was not devoured by the extreme yang qi. It's just that what makes him depressed is that he has taken it in, but it immediately turns into nothingness.

In the dantian, there is still only a little bit of ghostly energy.