The White Bone Daoist carried Chen Ping'an all the way around in circles and returned to his own cave mansion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info shook Chen Ping'an to the ground and said: "Boy, it's time to get there, you can open your eyes and take a look! Don't say that my Taoist master is not merciful, this is your kid's last chance to see this world." Chen Ping'an was unmoved, his eyes were still closed, and the White Bone Daoist didn't care about him.

Although Chen Ping'an looked like he had given up, his mind was spinning wildly, thinking of a way to get out. But after thinking about it, his own cultivation days were still short, and he had no way to face Bai Gu, a cultivator at the level of cultivation, and his heart was depressed for a while.

I don't know what the White Bone Dao people are busy with in the cave. Half an hour later, he walked to Chen Ping'an's side from the cave, squatted down and unlocked the prohibition on Chen Ping'an's body. White Bone Daoist: "I almost forgot, if the confinement is too long, it will damage this body, and there will be some minor trouble." After speaking, he stretched out his thin hands and patted Chen Ping'an's body, casting a spell to help him rejuvenate his muscles and bones.

After half a ring, the White Bone Daoist stopped his movements. Seeing the bag on Chen Ping'an's waist, he pulled it over, and threw his own divine thoughts into it to check it. After a while, I only heard the White Bone Daoist laugh at himself: "I still can't change this old problem, think about it, what treasures can a rookie who has just practiced for a short time have." ”

Although the White Bone Daoist said so, his hand touched Chen Ping'an's body, and Chen Ping'an closed his eyes tightly and only felt a chill. The White Bone Daoist took out those bracelets and jade bracelets from Chen Ping'an's body again, and after finding that they were just a bunch of mundane things, he no longer paid attention to Chen Ping'an. just restrained Chen Ping'an again and carried him to the cave.

Chen Ping'an only felt that his family had been swept to the ground again, but at this time, even his own life was about to be lost soon after, so he still cared about this. The White Bone Daoist made a little trick, and suddenly Chen Ping'an only felt that he was drowsy, and his father's voice seemed to sound in his ears, and they seemed to be saying: Sleep, sleep.

But at this moment, Chen Ping'an's Buddha in the sea only let go of the light slightly, and the voice in Chen Ping'an's ears became the voice of the White Bone Dao person. Suddenly, Chen Ping'an woke up, and a thought flashed through his mind. I saw that he tried to slow down his breathing, and fell asleep as if he had really fallen into the trick of the White Bone Dao people.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an had been hit by his own spell, Bai Gu didn't think much about it, after all, Chen Ping'an's previous performance looked like he had given up. He took out a lot of things from the side room and put them on the ground, thought about it and went to the door of the cave to check the prohibition, and felt that there would be no mistakes before turning around and getting busy.

The White Bone Daoist took out a drawing and looked at it carefully, then put away the drawing, picked up the materials and began to lay them out. He first put Chen Ping'an on the couch in the cave, and then took out seven black oil lamps from the bag on his waist, and then saw a small bottle with a painful face, carefully poured some pungent liquid into it, and then placed the seven lamps around Chen Ping'an in order.

Then he took out another talisman pen and forced the Dharma Gate to force out a mouthful of essence blood and spit it out in the jade plate beside him. It was clearly visible that the blood on the face of the White Bone Dao man receded instantly, and he was only heard snorting. But the White Bone Daoist didn't dare to slack off at all, and hurriedly added some medicinal powder to the jade plate, and smashed the poisonous insects and some medicinal herbs one by one, and then carefully extracted some slimy paste from the jade plate, picked up the talisman pen and dipped it some, and depicted it on Chen Ping'an's chest with full attention.

It didn't take long for the White Bone Daoist to put down the talisman and breathe a sigh of relief. I saw a skull emitting black flames on Chen Ping'an's chest, and the appearance of choosing people to devour made people shudder. The White Bone Daoist nodded with great satisfaction, swallowed a pill, and meditated to breathe.

It turned out that the White Bone Daoist was using the secret technique recorded in his White Bone Sutra. Speaking of this White Bone Dao person, he also has some luck, his original name is Xiong Wei. In the early years, with the caravan to the barbarian village to do some small business, but the original barbarian village was not as peaceful as it is now, and it is not as good as the barbarians who have been driven to the depths of southern Xinjiang now. At that time, southern Xinjiang was in chaos, and the caravan was robbed by a group of barbarians on the way to the barbarian village to trade.

Xiong Wei fled in a panic, and there was green smoke on the ancestral grave. He fled to an abandoned tree hole, where he saw a man leaning against blood stained in blood. He plucked up the courage to try, and found that the Taoist was dead. This person is not usually a good person, so he took out a book of white bone scriptures and a white bone banner from the Taoist, and in the following ten years, he also mixed up some fame, so he called himself the White Bone Taoist.

This secret technique is called the Seven Evil Nightmare Soul Technique, which can increase the probability of success, and the materials spent in it make the White Bone Dao people pay a lot of price, which is very heart-wrenching. However, in order to be able to successfully win Chen Ping'an, the White Bone Dao people are also willing to pay these.

After breathing for a long time, the White Bone Daoist got up and pointed a few tricks on his body. I saw a cloud of black qi spewing out from the heavenly spirit of the White Bone Dao person, and after the black gas erupted, the body of the White Bone Dao person also fell to the ground, and the black qi hovered on the flesh on the ground for a while, and seemed to be a little nostalgic, and then plunged into Chen Ping'an's body.

At this time, the White Bone Cave was dark and silent, but Chen Ping'an's sea of knowledge was flooded with monstrous waves. The White Bone Daoist threw himself into Chen Ping'an's sea of knowledge, only to see that the surroundings were empty, only the center of the sea of knowledge had a golden light. knew in his heart that it was Chen Ping'an's divine soul, so he drove his divine soul to fly towards the place where the golden light was.

Approaching the golden light transformed by Chen Ping'an's divine soul, the black qi transformed by the white bone Dao person's divine soul suddenly shook, and some of them looked like they were scattered. I saw a fluctuation in the black qi, and a somewhat hysterical voice came from the White Bone Daoist: "How is it possible, you are a kid who has only entered the Dao for a short time, how can your soul turn into such a form." I've been cultivating for more than ten years, but I can only turn into this black smoke, are you the reincarnation of a powerful monk?"

Chen Ping'an looked at the incredible look on the face of the White Bone Daoist, and his heart was relieved. I felt that the anger of the White Bone Dao people I had received in the past two days was vented a lot, so I said in a slightly proud tone: "White Bone Thief Dao, you don't have a chance! You think that your little spell can make your master and me sleep, tell you, I know all the disgusting things you painted on your master, and when you fall into my hands, I will let you try it." ”

After listening to Chen Ping'an's words, the White Bone Daoist suddenly came out of his depressed mood and laughed: "Thanks to your kid for reminding you Grandpa Baigu, I was shocked by your spirit at the beginning, but fortunately, I still have a little bit to do things." After speaking, there was a sound of chanting spells in the black air.

"The seven evils are as I like, and the evil ghost has appeared. The White Bone Daoist kept chattering. I saw that at this time, in reality, the seven evil lights around Chen Ping'an were lit up one by one, and the skull on his chest also clicked and laughed a few times and disappeared.

As the seven evil lamps in reality lit up one by one, Chen Ping'an's sea of consciousness also showed seven seven evil lights, accompanied by the skull that emitted black flames. The black qi turned by the White Bone Dao man rushed towards the skull, and I saw the skull flying up and down smartly.

"Boy, originally these measures were just in case, but now I have lost a lot of money. Come, come, come, and I have done this one. After speaking, the White Bone Daoist pounced towards the Buddha that Chen Ping'an had transformed.

At this time, Chen Ping'an felt a little remorseful in his heart, and he knew the current situation, so he shouldn't have talked too much. Just now, he should have taken advantage of the fact that the White Bone Dao people's mind was taken away to subdue him, and there would be the bitter consequences now. Seeing the skull pounce over, Chen Ping'an threw away the distracting thoughts in his heart and began to fight.

I saw skulls flying up and down around the Buddha, gnawing on the Buddha from time to time, and letting out a smug laugh. Although Chen Ping'an, the Buddha transformed by the divine soul, has eight arms, except for the hand holding the long sword, which makes the skull quite fearful, the rest do not hurt the skull much, and Chen Ping'an was at an absolute disadvantage for a while.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an was suppressed by his own family, the White Bone Dao people began to open their mouths to disturb Chen Ping'an's thoughts. For a while, all kinds of vicious words came out from the skull that the White Bone Dao person had turned into, and he was stunned. Chen Ping'an was unmoved at this time and kept his mind tightly.

The two fought again, Chen Ping'an seemed to be familiar with the battle between the gods and souls, and slowly stabilized the situation, and for a while, neither of them could help anyone. The White Bone Daoist changed his tone and said demagoguously: "Boy, don't insist anymore, judging from your short cultivation time, it's already very good." It's a big deal, I'll help you kill Jia Youdao after taking it, and it can be regarded as revenge for you. By the way, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, please say them, and I will help you complete them. ”

Chen Ping'an sneered: "White Bone Thief, don't bother talking. I will naturally avenge this revenge, and my wish will be fulfilled by myself, so I won't bother you. I'd like to see how long your rootless soul can toss in my sea of consciousness. ”

The White Bone Daoist laughed after hearing this: "It turns out that your kid fought this idea." After speaking, he pointed to Chen Ping'an's seven evil lamps floating in the sea and then said: "Boy, Dao Ye will let you open your eyes today." Did you see the seven lamps, my seven lamps are used to replenish the power of my soul, and I consume it with Daoye, hum!" After speaking, he snorted disdainfully, and then continued to gnaw at the Buddha that Chen Ping'an had transformed.

In fact, the White Bone Daoist also played a trick, although these seven evil lamps could replenish the power of his divine soul. But with his loose skills, he couldn't get much lamp oil, and he still got it by selling a lot of magic tools and materials.

Of course, Chen Ping'an would not be intimidated by what the White Bone Daoist said, he also had to find out about his father and mother and Qingniu Town, and promised the girl from the barbarian village to take her to the sky to have a look. So he sank down and struggled to resist the White Bone Dao people.

Time seems to have lost its meaning in this sea of consciousness, the Buddha transformed by Chen Ping'an is getting smaller and smaller, and there are only two or three arms left, which looks more and more miserable; the skull transformed by the White Bone Daoist no longer emits black flames, and has become dim, and only one of the seven evil lamps he relies on is still on, but it will also be extinguished at any time. Both of them fought until the last moment, and it was up to him to see who could hold it up, so he could win this battle without gunpowder but extremely dangerous.