Among the younger generation of the Ghost Sect, Chang Long had a very high status. Before Yuan Shaoqing's rise, he could almost be called the first disciple.

Because of this, he created his defiant and lawless character.

To him, killing a Demon Slayer in broad daylight is nothing.

However, when an indifferent voice rang in his ears, the genius disciple of the Ghost Sect sect couldn't help his hairs rise, like a frightened night cat, his bones trembled, and his calm face filled with horror.

"who?"

Chang Long turned his head sharply, the hillside was empty, and there was no trace of it.

"Master...Senior brother...Who are you talking to?" Liang Shishi's eyes were wet, and she said a little scared.

She curled up like a kitten and approached Chang Long.

"Who is it?"

Chang Long clenched his fists tightly and drank violently again, a trace of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.

At his level, it is impossible to hear it wrong, and it was definitely not an illusion just now.

Someone was hiding nearby, watching all this with an absolutely overlooking attitude.

"Senior brother...don't scare me, I'm afraid." Liang Shishi's eyes became even more wet, and she was so frightened by Chang Long's abnormality that her delicate body trembled slightly.

"Shut up!" Chang Long shouted in a low voice, his round eyes swept all over the place, and the blood in his body couldn't help churning.

Although people haven't arrived yet, the sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

This feeling is like sitting on pins and needles, as if there is a big hand controlling and playing with him.

"Spirit..."

Suddenly, Chang Long raised his head sharply, his eyes were bloodshot and scarlet like flames, and he saw a figure floating above his head, between the virtual and the real, staring at him indifferently.

"Dare to..." Chang Long's complexion suddenly changed, revealing a look of shock.

You must know that the spirit is the yin spirit, which travels out of the body at night and is nourished by the moonlight.

But during the day, the sun is like fire, fierce and pure, and the slightest carelessness will cause the soul to be burned and severely damaged.

Therefore, even the masters of cultivating spirits rarely dare to leave their bodies in broad daylight.

In broad daylight, the soul came out of the body.

Looking at Pingjiang City, I am afraid that only Zhou Daoyu has such attainments in the spirit of the soul.

He practiced "Yaksha Ghost King" and "Taiyi Streaming Light Sword". His spirit was condensed and powerful. He was also subjected to [Jiu Miao Turtle Cream], [Seven-inch Night Traveling Incense], [Moon Essential Oil], and [Fire Dan Fragrance Oil]. Waiting for the nurture and nourishment of treasures.

In terms of the strength of the divine soul alone, even the city secretary Shang Tianhe would not be able to match it.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} As early as ten miles away, Zhou Dao felt Wang Xiaoyi's suddenly weakened breath, so he didn't care about the light of the day, his spirit came out of his body, and he just arrived at the scene of the murder .

"High... master..."

Chang Long's eyes trembled, and a huge wave erupted in his heart.

As a disciple of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, he still has some eyesight. Being able to come out of his body during the day and come to this place, his means can be imagined, he is definitely a great master that he can't imagine.

If a master of this level were to come in person, I'm afraid he would have explained it even if he had a hundred lives.

But fortunately, there is still life.

There is only one way in front of him.

"The big deal is that the fish will die and the net will be broken." Chang Long shouted violently, and a look of cruelty appeared on his originally awe-inspiring face.

He knew that being targeted by such a master would have no way out.

In broad daylight, the power of the soul will be suppressed, and this is his chance.

puff...

Suddenly, Chang Long bowed his head and left his back. In the scarlet flesh, a bone sprout grew, and it turned into a third hand in a blink of an eye.

This hand was covered with white bones and dripping flesh and blood, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

"Netherworld Ghost Hand!"

This is the secret secret of the Ghost Sect, a taboo method that only core disciples can practice.

This method is to take the flesh and blood from the corpses of Taoist monks, knead and mix them, and use secret medicine to nurture them. Finally, a seed is formed, which is implanted in the body, and is stimulated by blood every day.

Over time, the seed will fuse with the spine, absorb the blood and bones, and turn into a third hand hidden in the body, known as the [Nether Ghost Hand].

The power of this third hand is infinite, no less than that of ordinary instruments.

The most important thing is that the [Netherworld Ghost Hand] is born to restrain the spirit, destroy the rot and ravage, and ravage it wantonly.

Once this method is completed, it will be able to swim through Yin and Yang, swallowing the soul and transforming the soul.

According to legend, there is another secret method of cultivating the third leg in the Ghost Sacrifice Sect called "The Whip of No Leak".

These two secret methods are known as "Shuangjue", and they were originally the methods used by the ancestors of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect to capture the dead and murderous ghosts.

"Let you take care of yourself and play with the spirits, our Ghost Sect is your ancestor."

Chang Long gritted his teeth and roared wildly, and the ghostly claws of the ghosts swayed a dark wind, grabbing at Zhou Dao's spirit.

rumbling...

At this moment, Zhou Dao's spirit stomped violently, and changed his body. His mortal energy was extinguished, and he turned into a Yaksha ghost king. His karmic fire was like the law. Roll on.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} You can faintly hear the sound of mourning and crying, as if from the Nine Serenities.

"My mother..."

Chang Long shivered, and his eyeballs almost fell out.

Yaksha Ghost King, sitting cross-legged in the netherworld, eating evil ghosts, roaring in purgatory and swallowing the souls of the dead.

Among many Taoist traditions, this is the fierce **** who protects the law.

With only ghost claws, it's okay to catch a few lonely ghosts. In the face of this fierce god, who can do anything?

hum...

The Yasha Ghost King shook his divine form, his karma was burning with fire, and his ghostly aura was very strong.

Chang Long felt a piercing pain coming down the ghost's claws. His eyebrows seemed to be pierced with a chisel, and his teeth were about to split.

"The soul is manifested, and the virtual and the real are connected to the god!"

Chang Long's eyes widened and he roared.

The divine soul is nothing and cannot affect real matter at all, but Zhou Dao's power is much stronger than he imagined~lightnovelpub.net~ actually affects his body through the divine soul.

Now this heart-piercing pain seems to be an illusion, but it was produced by Zhou Dao using his soul to control his body.

"I can't die here, I can't!"

A ruthless look flashed in Chang Long's eyes, blood surged like a knife, and the ghost claws burst into pieces, turning into a mist of blood, blocking Zhou Dao's spirit.

"It's really decisive to break the arm in danger."

The Yasha Ghost King was indifferent and ripped apart the blood mist directly.

"Senior brother..." Liang Shishi's eyes were completely wet.

Chang Long raised his hand and turned it into a talisman with blood, and this delicate and beautiful lady burst into pieces in an instant. The strong blood energy was like a thin film, blocking Zhou Dao's progress.

This man kills decisively, at the juncture of life and death, the blood sacrifice junior sister, there is no way to hesitate.

He turned around and left, daring not to linger at all.

"It's a character."

Zhou Dao whispered softly, his soul shook, dissipating the appearance of the ghost king of Yaksha, and turned into a sword light, shining like a big star, breaking the sky and killing.

"you……"

Chang Long turned his head, his eyes were round, and his body fell down stiffly.

How domineering the Taiyi swordsman is, the sword that transforms his soul into a sword, how can he be resisted by a mere blood sacrifice?

In the pool of blood, Chang Long's body rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a puddle of flesh.

After a while, Zhou Dao finally came.

"All the sects in the world really have their own techniques, is it the ghost of the ghost sect?" Zhou Dao looked at the muddy flesh in the pool of blood with a strange look.