Three hundred and thirtieth chapters of penance on the top of the mountain (2)
Hundreds of ghosts, walking at night, skeleton ghost king... these thoughts rushed through my mind like lightning. Why do hundreds of ghosts walk at night?
Because only in cloudy and dark nights, various ghosts and darkness can complement each other and set off their own temperament.
Looking at the sky with rolling dark clouds, Yang Ji suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. The content of "Hundred Ghosts at Night" appeared in front of his eyes out of thin air. The huge mental power in Yang Ji's mind was running wildly. In an instant, Yang Ji felt
It felt like I was in a real environment where hundreds of ghosts were walking at night.
And I am one of the ghosts in that sutra painting.
Crack!
The pouring rain kept hitting Yang Ji. Yang Ji remained motionless, his eyes became more and more dazed, and thousands of thoughts kept passing through his mind.
Sometimes, even he himself couldn't tell what these thoughts were.
Time passed slowly, and Yang Ji sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, letting the heavy rain hit him. More and more dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the world became darker and darker.
After a while, the raindrops became as thick as a finger, and the rain lines became much denser.
This is a rare heavy rain!
In just an hour, the sky and the earth were completely dark. Looking around, the field of vision could not exceed a distance of five feet.
Yang Ji sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, his figure gradually blurring and blending into the darkness.
thunderbolt!
I don’t know how long it took, but a deafening thunderbolt suddenly broke the silence and passed through the sky with a roar. The moment the thunderbolt passed over the top of the mountain where Yang Ji was, the bright electric light illuminated Yang Ji, and his face
Reflected from the darkness.
At that moment, in the blazing thunder and fire, Yang Ji's eyes were dazzling. But his whole temperament suddenly changed, as if he had become a different person.
The whole person's expression was extremely ferocious. He looked like a fierce ghost that chooses people to devour. He didn't look like a human at all.
"Boom!"
The thunder went away, and Yang Ji's figure disappeared into the darkness again, motionless, without any breath coming out.
thunderbolt!
After the first thunderbolt, in the blink of an eye, another thunderbolt rumbled past the top of the mountain where Yang Ji was, once again reflecting Yang Ji's face out of the darkness.
Only a moment later, Yang Ji's eyes changed again, becoming extremely empty. It was as if there was only a corpse-like body left here, and Yang Ji's soul had long since disappeared.
The thunder flew away and disappeared deep into the clouds on the horizon.
However, no one noticed that in the darkness under the clouds, two torch-like lights burst out from the painting "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night" spread out on the ground by Yang Ji.
In the lower left corner of "Hundred Ghosts at Night", a ghost seems to have come to life, its eyes are moving, and it is making a weird smile on the sutra painting.
Just like a dream, Yang Ji felt that he had once again entered the ghost world in "Hundred Ghosts at Night". In this desolate ghost world, Yang Ji felt like one of the fierce ghosts, roaring and roaring in it,
Walking at night and fighting.
At the beginning, Yang Ji could still feel this change. He could watch calmly and distinguish between himself and the fierce ghost. But later, Yang Ji's consciousness slowly disappeared and became blank.
Later, Yang Ji could no longer tell whether he was Yang Ji or a fierce ghost. He only felt that he was jumping for joy in this desolate world, free and forgetful of everything.
Later, there was no more Yang Ji. Only the fierce ghost remained.
"Crash!"
The wind was howling, and Yang Ji was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. He was facing the "Hundred Ghosts at Night" motionless. It seemed that there was only an empty shell left here. No other fluctuations of life could be felt.
The only thing that proves that Yang Ji is still alive is that black energy is constantly emanating from Yang Ji's body. The longer Yang Ji's soul stays in "Hundred Ghosts at Night", the more black energy emerges from his body.
many.
The heavy rain continued for a day and a night, so Yang Ji sat on the top of the mountain for a day and a night, his hair messy and his clothes wet, but motionless.
When the dark clouds dispersed in the sky the next day, revealing a ray of light, Yang Ji was shocked, as if being stimulated by this ray of sunlight, he suddenly woke up.
"call!"
Just like a newborn baby taking its first breath of air, Yang Ji opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and then breathed violently, making a whirring sound like a bellows.
"so tired!"
Yang Ji fell to the ground as if he was in a big dream, holding his hands on the ground and breathing violently. He felt that all his physical strength was exhausted.
As for what he had just experienced, Yang Ji couldn't figure out whether it was true or false, whether it was a dream or an illusion, or whether it was entirely his own hallucination.
But the next moment, Yang Ji knew that all this was true.
——Although his physical strength was exhausted, Yang Ji clearly found that his mental strength had increased a lot.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji opened his palm and spread his fingers apart. The whistling blood gushed out from the Laogong point in his palm like a fountain. The blood did not disperse, but condensed in the void, turning into a vivid blood-red fierce ghost facing the void.
He bared his teeth and claws.
"It seems it's not my hallucination, everything is real."
Yang Ji shook his head and smiled bitterly. He actually forgot himself in the world of ghosts and lived as a fierce ghost for a long time. This was both ridiculous and incredible.
But the memories in Yang Ji's mind were so real.
Time flows much faster in the ghost world than in the real world. Although in reality, only a day or two may have passed, but to the other self in the ghost world, a long, long time has passed.
"I didn't expect that this intermediate martial art of classics, painting, and martial arts would be so difficult to practice."
Yang Ji murmured to the "Hundred Ghosts at Night" in front of him. As a fierce ghost living a hazy life in the world of ghosts, few people would believe it.
Frankly speaking, this is not a very good experience, but it is indeed somewhat novel. At least Yang Ji has never experienced it before.
"No hard work, no gain. If you want to practice the "Hundred Ghosts at Night", it seems that you have to transform all the ghosts at once."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
Even with Yang Ji's mental strength approaching the level of the Eight Great Martial Arts Masters, thinking about it, this is a huge challenge. Not only is it a huge challenge to mental power, but it is also a huge challenge to emotions.
In the real world, it is not easy to fully understand the feelings of another person, let alone hundreds of people.
However, this strange method also gave rise to a huge expectation in Yang Ji's heart. He was looking forward to the power of the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts that could be understood in this way.
At least, Yang Ji believed that the Skeleton Ghost King must not have experienced such twists and turns.
"His!"
Taking a deep breath, Yang Ji calmed his mind and looked at the vivid ghosts on the other side of the "Hundred Ghosts at Night" who were silently lost in thought again.
Time passed slowly, and after a while, his eyes became more and more trance-like, and they became more and more similar to the expressions of the ghosts in "Hundred Ghosts at Night".
"call!"
A strong wind blew from the top of the mountain, causing the black hair on Yang Ji's temples to tremble. When the strong wind went away and the black hair fell, Yang Ji's eyes flickered and became hollow again.
And his soul entered the world of ghosts again.
This time, in this desolate world, Yang Ji transformed into a scrawny evil ghost, wandering around the world in this barren world...
During practice, you cannot feel the passage of time.
Yang Ji sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, as if he was living in another world. Without the influence of disasters in the underworld, Yang Ji was not afraid of being disturbed.
Alone in this forgotten "world" surrounded by tree stumps, I silently comprehend.
One day, two days, three days...
Thinking that you are a certain person or a certain creature, rather than imagining that you are a certain person or a certain creature, is a process that consumes a lot of physical and mental energy.
Even with Yang Ji's strength, he still feels exhausted every time. However, this is not without its benefits.
Yang Ji found that every time he understood the essence of a ghost, his mental power would increase and his soul would become stronger and stronger. This was of great benefit to him.
Moreover, as his strength increased, when Yang Ji entered the world of ghosts again, the physical strength and energy consumed were greatly reduced. The time to enter was also greatly shortened, and it became shorter and shorter.
One head, two heads, three heads... five heads... ten heads!
Yang Ji entered the world of ghosts again and again. It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but he became more and more familiar with it. And as the number of times increased, Yang Ji had more and more artistic conceptions of ghosts in his mind, and the ghosts that could be transformed into blood also became more and more familiar.
More and more, the consumption of all kinds of mental and physical strength is getting stronger and stronger.
Due to this snowballing effect, Yang Ji sometimes entered "Hundred Ghosts at Night" more than ten times a night.
Except for taking an occasional break, eating something, and replenishing his physical strength, Yang Ji basically focused all his attention on training and enlightenment.
Five days, six days, seven days, eight days... ten days!
After staying on the top of this mountain far away from official roads for ten full days, Yang Ji finally understood the artistic conception of the hundred ghosts in "One Hundred Ghosts at Night".
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, with his right hand on his right knee, his fingers spread out, and his palm facing up. Buzz! In a moment, a red blood ball appeared in Yang Ji's palm.
This blood cell is very strange, giving people the feeling of being alive like flesh and blood.
Yang Ji's eyes were deep, and he silently stared at the ball of blood in his palm. He rubbed his fingers suddenly, and it was like a ball of flesh and blood splitting. The blood ball was divided into nearly a hundred parts, each part only the size of a fingernail.
Gurgling blood mist seeped out from inside these fingernail-sized blood gas masses, and at the same time, they were constantly twisting and changing. Each fingernail-sized blood gas mass transformed into a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, this mass of blood split into a hundred vivid and lifelike miniature ghosts, evil ghosts, and ferocious ghosts.
Wrongful ghosts..., all ghosts are different, and only a few inches in size. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!