Zhang Qishan's heart was shaken, and his empty eyes were black, blood red, and gray and white.

The dark brilliance rotates rapidly, like a whirlpool of stars, sucking in the human soul.

Weird blue lines, protruding roots, spread all over the face, like wearing a vicious Nuo mask.

The flesh and blood under the skin squirms like a nimble little mouse, constantly burrowing around.

The muscles, bones, flesh and blood rolled and swelled, holding up the simple gown and making the sound of "crackling" strong wind.

In an instant, the elegant scholar sitting on the couch turned into a man-eating monster!

The ordinary aura that originally stayed in the second heaven of Tongmai suddenly rose several times, almost breaking through the fourth heaven!

The eerie air current is like a black wind rising from the flat ground.

Everything around was covered with a thin layer of frost, as if it was about to be frozen.

The big room that looks like a coffin also looks like a living thing, crumbling and shaking.

Click, click!

Like a long leg, it slowly pulls out of the ground.

The doors, windows, tables and chairs were trembling, as if they were jumping for joy.

After careful sensing, I even noticed some strange fluctuations, like the high-pitched laughter of a child.

This coffin house is not a dead thing?

All kinds of changes are terrifying!

"So that's how it is. Cultivate evil spirits in your body and refine yourself into a great evil spirit.

No wonder I sit in the center of the formation and suppress the Feng Shui pattern, but I can stay safe."

Ji Yuan stood in the room with his hands behind his back.

His eyes were calm and unruffled, as if he had expected it.

From the first moment he crossed the threshold and stepped into this place, he felt something strange.

The Feng Shui pattern of this Ba Ku Villa is very ferocious and evil [peaks gathering evil spirits].

Among them, the most critical formation eye is the place where nearly a hundred "evil spirits" gather and circulate.

Logically speaking, this dark coffin-like big room.

It should be like a hell on earth, filled with all kinds of sinister illusions.

However, there is nothing unusual here.

Even Zhang Qishan, who was sitting on the couch, looked normal.

Ji Yuan originally kept his doubts deep in his heart, but only when the true identity of the owner of Huaiyin Zhai was revealed did he finally understand.

Zhang Qishan specially built a Feng Shui counterattack [Peaks Gather Evil] in order to practice the secret technique of cultivating evil spirits.

Instead, use the dangerous place to avoid the life-threatening ghost that the Zhang family has feared for generations!

"Master Ji, what did you just say? Can you say it again!"

Zhang Qishan's throat is hoarse, and his voice is like scraping gold and iron, which is quite harsh.

Those weird eyes stared straight at Ji Yuan, the three colors of black, blood red, and gray and white flowing around, undoubtedly making people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts!

Immediately, a light suddenly lit up in the dark room that looked like a coffin.

The shadow of the owner of Huaiyin Zhai and the master of the word-stealing sect is cast on the wall.

It seems to be divided into three, slender and illusory, like a billowing thick fog.

Sharp claws protruded from it, as if to grasp Ji Yuan in the palm of his hand!

The weird, gloomy, and terrifying momentum is like a layer upon layer of violent waves, rushing towards you!

"Nourishment of evil spirits harms both the body and the mind. After all, it is just taking a wrong approach and showing off one's strength for a moment."

Ji Yuan breathed gently, and the hundreds of thousands of pores all over his body opened, exuding majestic masculine blood.

Hot, blazing, almost solid flames!

As the blood boils, the Muni orb in the middle of the forehead naturally reveals its divine meaning.

The old ape sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform tore open his cassock, raised the magic iron and swept around!

Chichi, chichichi!

It's like a flesh and blood body pressed against a red-hot iron plate, making a roasting sound.

The three evil spirits hiding under Zhang Qishan's skin screamed!

Invisible sound waves rolled and vibrated, and the evil atmosphere dissipated instantly!

The slender black shadow instantly retracted into the body as if it had been hit hard.

Zhang Qishan's sitting figure was shaken and he almost fell over on his back.

That ferocious face covered with cyan lines, like a Nuo face, seemed to show some sobriety.

The dark, blood-red, gray and white colors in his eyes gradually faded and returned to normal. He lowered his head and said:

"Qishan lost his composure and made Master Ji laugh."

Ji Yuan waved his hand, as if he didn't care, and asked softly:

"The Buddha practiced the method of cultivating evil spirits?"

Zhang Qishan lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then said:

"That's right. I said before that the twenty-two ancestors of the Zhang family united the nine sects of the Yinmen to innovate and create their own secret methods.

One of them is this method of cultivating evil spirits.

The founder’s wonderful ideas, the method of blending to pretend to be dirty and to trap spirits.

Use the destiny of evil that you are born with to nourish evil in your body.

It's like feeding a tiger with your body, consuming your essence and blood, and containing evil spirits.

Once you succeed, you can freely control the evil spirit with just a thought.

Therefore, I spent ten years traveling to and from dangerous places to collect all kinds of evil spirits.

This creates the reverse Feng Shui situation of Ba Ku Biyuan and cultivates the three evil spirits in the body."

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes, and the brilliance of the Emperor's Path was reflected in the past.

【Zhang Qishan】

【Fate】:【Yuanchen Shensha】

[Fate number]: [Divide gold into the acupoint (green), walk in the yin (green), have psychic eyes (green), nourish evil spirits (green), be bad at walking (grey), evil star (black), withered blood

(Black), Unknown Fate (Black)]

[Fierce God]:[Human Skin Demon]

"Eight numbers of lives, four green, one gray and three black, and a fierce god is also invited. It's really rare."

Ji Yuan couldn't help but sigh. For ordinary people, if they have a black destiny, they are already full of bad luck and their death is imminent.

Zhang Qishan is still alive at this time, which can be said to be a tough character, and his life should not be cut off.

"My three evil spirits are the puppet evil that obeys my orders, the human skin evil that kills living creatures, and the flying blade evil that is as thin as an ox hair.

Without their help, I would be a semi-paralyzed person who would not be able to walk after the age of fifteen.

How can I secure my position as the fourth head of the Yinmen family, let alone keep the family fortune of Huaiyinzhai?

I also hope that Master Ji can keep this secret for me and not tell anyone else."

Zhang Qishan has always been cautious and has never revealed his method of cultivating evil spirits in public.

The reason why he lives in seclusion and rarely meets outsiders is to avoid being seen.

Otherwise, after knowing this, it would be easy for someone to deliberately set up a trap to target a semi-paralyzed person.

If Ji Yuan had not spoken out, he would have made it clear that he was sure to lift the generational curse of the Zhang family.

Zhang Qishan would not lose his composure to this point and show a fierce look!

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It's not that he is not calm enough, but the unknown fear of the evil ghost seeking his life has long become a huge stone weighing on the hearts of all Zhang family members.

I can't move it away, let alone put it down, making it difficult to get a chance to breathe.

"Ji is not a talkative woman, nor is she talkative.

Now that Lord Buddha has opened his mouth, I should keep my mouth shut and never leak the secret."

Ji Yuan nodded lightly. He had some sympathy and admiration for the owner of Huaiyin Zhai and the master of the word-stealing sect.

He is not good at walking and his legs are disabled, but he can rely on the method of cultivating evil spirits by harming others and himself, and drinking poison to quench his thirst.
To be continued...