Eight hundred and eighty-seventh chapter Tsing Yi exit
"Xue Jiao is a good boy." The turtle stood there with two paws on his back, calm and calm.
When it said this, its voice was very hoarse, as if it had recited a spell, and a thin line of white smoke came out of its mouth and filled the air.
Countless lines lit up on the blood dragon's body, all of which were ancient characters and curse seals, covering its whole body. Every inch of its scales instantly became as thick as a little finger, and it was completely out of its control.
"What's going on?"
The blood dragon was so frightened that before he could react, he flew towards the turtle and wrapped it around the turtle's neck like a scarf.
this……
"This is... the 'Great Spell Technique' among the eight ancient arts. You carved the spell on me. Oh my god, which crack in the stone did you crawl out of, this bastard turtle?"
The blood dragon's body trembled, and he was shocked in his heart. He knew the terrifying power of the Great Spell Technique. It was extremely famous in ancient times and was the predecessor of curses and talismans.
The real "great spell" has been lost long ago, and now only some ancient witch clans and underground creatures still have some "curses and forbidden words" left behind.
There is also the "talisman" derived from the "big spell".
It can be said that all talismans in the world are derived from the "Great Spell Technique", which is the source of talismans.
The "Eight Ancient Arts" are all profound and profound magical powers.
The Dayan Technique has given rise to "wisdom masters", "astrology masters", "treasure hunters", etc., and fringe monks have created countless miracles for the world of immortality and given birth to many outstanding heroes, who have been glorious for several eras.
The Great Puppetry Technique has given rise to "puppet masters" and "corpse chasers", a special group of practitioners.
At the same time, it also enables immortal cultivators to understand mysterious magic techniques such as "clone technique", "throwing beans into soldiers", "blowing hair into objects", etc. Even to help people reshape their bodies and bring them back to life, they are all inseparable from the Big Puppet Technique. .
The influence of the Great Spell is even greater, directly leading to the emergence of talismans. Almost any race and any monk will wear a talisman on their body. All of this is the result of the Great Spell.
The Great Spell Technique formed the germination of talismans in the ancient times, and then was improved by countless heroes. The spells were carried on paper, jade, and objects, and finally achieved the effect of a hundred flowers blooming, including defensive talismans, attack talismans, and thaumaturgy talismans. They are divided into numerous subcategories and are difficult to count.
The spell is carried on paper to form a spell, making the spell simple and convenient. Even a monk who has just started practicing can use it, but it also loses many of the essence of the "Great Spell Technique" and its power is also weakened a lot. .
Those who can still use the most primitive spells are very rare and almost extinct.
But now a turtle is proficient in "big spells", how can it not frighten the blood dragon?
Really, the turtle can spell, but the man can't do it.
It’s too confusing.
"Xue Jiao is a good boy."
The turtle recited another spell, and the blood dragon flew out and hit the ground with its head. Half of its body was inserted into the ground, leaving only one tail hanging out.
"Your uncle..." The blood dragon pulled his body out of the ground, cursed angrily, and wanted to spit out flames from his mouth.
"How dare you scold my uncle, Xue Jiao is such a good boy." Maowu Gui recited the spell again.
The blood dragon hit his head against a stone, and was disgraced. The stone shattered and he vomited blood. "Master Turtle, I have to obey you. Can you undo the spell on me?"
"No." Maowugui shook his head.
"Then can you change the spell?" The blood dragon thought this spell was very deceptive.
Mao Wugui said: "I think this spell is very good, Xue Jiao is small..."
"Okay, that's it, that's it..." The blood dragon worshiped the thatch turtle, as if he was worshiping the turtle.
"boom."
Outside the sky, a bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the Qinglian Mountain under the darkness for an instant.
Then there was a continuous sound of wind and thunder.
A black cloud rolled in, rolling endlessly, taking on the shape of a beast's shadow and sharp claws, with countless thunder and lightning entangled in it.
"Boom."
Feng Feiyun's eyes suddenly opened, he stood up, looked into the distance, his eyebrows slightly condensed, the Heavenly Essence Soldiers' courage appeared automatically, condensed into a white halberd, and said loudly: "This is where the Holy Spirit rests. There are still people who dare to break into the mountains."
In the dark clouds, the fishy wind hunts.
A shadow wrapped in a black robe, suspended in the black clouds, surrounded by thunder and lightning, made a hoarse voice: "A half-demon dares to guard the mountain for the Qinglian female saint. Today I am here to dig up the female saint's bones. No one can Can't stop me."
Feng Feiyun's spiritual sense is extremely strong, and he senses that the opponent's cultivation level is extremely high. He should be an evil monk who has just entered the realm of a great sage, and will definitely be difficult to deal with.
It has a faint corpse aura on its body, and it is probably an evil corpse. The corpse of the Green Lotus Saint was unearthed, probably in order to advance to the next level.
The most indispensable thing in the world of ghosts and ghosts is evil people. This is a paradise for evil ghosts and evil corpses. Only the strong can pass through this place of death and reach the underground Danding ghost market.
Even if the opponent is a great sage, Feng Feiyun will not retreat.
The Heavenly Essence Weapon in his hand was scorching hot, emitting an increasingly bright brilliance.
"If you dare to break into Qinglianling Mountain, you will die." A woman's beautiful voice sounded.
A group of blue clouds rushed out from the green-grey ancient Taoist temple, and condensed into a slender war sword above Qinglianling Mountain, crossing the void and rushing into the black evil clouds on the horizon.
"puff."
From the black evil cloud, a shrill scream resounded throughout the world.
A zombie wearing a black robe fell from the sky, its body split into two halves, its voice was drowned in the rolling wind and thunder, and it fell into the abyss.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed and the lightning disappeared.
Feng Feiyun turned back and glanced at the green-gray Taoist temple, "She is so strong in cultivation. Who is she?"
"Squeak."
After three days, the door of the Taoist temple opened, and endless green glow overflowed inside.
The green gauze woman walked out of the Taoist temple, her injuries had been completely healed, her skin was jade-white, her eyes were bright, her teeth were white, her black hair was smooth, her breasts were tall and straight, her buttocks were slightly tilted, and her long and slender legs were walking in the wind. Bamboo leaves fell, landing on her shoulders and upper shoes.
She stood on the bluestone bridge, with the glow surrounding her body, staring at the white-haired wind and flying clouds in the bamboo forest.
She paused, her eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the wrinkles on Feng Feiyun's face, as if asking Feng Feiyun again with her eyes.
Feng Feiyun put away the Tianmui Bingdan and said like an old bad old man: "You are finally out of seclusion."
The green gauze woman's apricot eyes were full of smoke, she stared at Feng Feiyun for a long time, and said: "Your life is running out, what's going on?"
"It doesn't matter, life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor." Feng Feiyun looked very indifferent, looking at the jade tablet not far away. There was a faint holy light exuding above the inscription, and there were rules of heaven intertwined on it. It was very broad and profound, even if it was given to Feng Feiyun may not be able to understand it thoroughly even after decades.
A monument stands there and has not fallen down for hundreds of years, seeming to tell the world about the glory before its owner.
The Qingsha woman didn't care about Feng Feiyun's affairs anymore. After all, everyone has the right to choose an unreasonable path, and she felt that Feng Feiyun was a person who could control his destiny and she didn't need to say anything.
"I want to go to the first gate of the underworld. Do you want to go?" she said.
Feng Feiyun was still staring at the tombstone. His chin was already covered with beard and he looked very old. He said: "Whose soul do you want to bring out from the first gate of the ghost gate?"
Although Feng Feiyun could roughly guess it, he still wanted to get the real answer from the Qingsha woman.
The woman in green gauze pondered for a long time, staring at the tomb behind Feng Feiyun, and said: "She died too strangely. Her soul did not go to hell, but was locked up in the first gate of the ghost gate. I must save her." She brought it back."
"The soul of the female saint Qinglian was imprisoned in the first gate of the ghost gate." Feng Feiyun was shocked, and then said: "That is the soul of the female saint. Who has the power to imprison her."
"The impermanent ghost master at the first gate of the ghost gate." said the woman in green gauze.
When he heard the name "Impermanent Ghost Lord", Mao Wugui's eyes rolled and he immediately raised his head, with a white light in his eyes.
The woman with green gauze took two steps forward, stood under the bamboo forest, stepped on the bamboo leaves, and made a rustling sound, saying: "Everyone in the world thinks that entering the gate of hell means entering hell. In fact, this is not the case. The Nine Passes are actually between the human world and hell, and belong to the dividing line between Yin and Yang."
"The monks who guard these nine ghost gates come from a very secretive race. That race is extremely mysterious. It does not exist in the human world or in hell. No one knows where they come from, nor what their relationship is between the human world and hell. , but they have been given the mission of guarding the nine gates of the ghost gate. Even the ghosts after the death of the Holy Spirit will be captured by them and taken to hell."
Mao Wugui muttered in a low voice, "Tomb House..."
After it finished reading these two words, its body suddenly trembled, and it stared at Feng Feiyun and the Qingsha woman. When it saw that they didn't hear it, it let out a long sigh of relief.
Feng Feiyun pondered for a moment and said: "In three days, there will be a moonless night. The veins of heaven and earth will shrink, and there will be many vacancies. I have to do something important that day. I hope you can help me. After that, On a moonless night, I will accompany you to attack the first level of the Gate of Hell, and the battle will turn the world upside down."
The green gauze woman stared at Feng Feiyun and said, "You want to attack the Ascension Realm on a moonless night."
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath and said, "This is my only chance."
"I'll help you." The Qingsha woman didn't think too much, because she knew that the half-demon in front of her was no ordinary person. Once she broke through to the Ascension Realm, her future achievements would probably shock the world.
At the foot of Qinglianling Mountain, there was the sound of hurried footsteps, which belonged to an old man. He carried a half-demon spirit, but his power far surpassed that of the Ascension Realm, causing the veins between heaven and earth to rotate with him.
What a powerful scent.
Could it be that a half-demon has already broken through the Feathering Realm?
Although the footsteps are still at the bottom of the mountain, for powerful people like Feng Feiyun and Qingsha Woman, they can hear even if it is just two ants fighting at the bottom of the mountain.