Chapter 194: Worshiping Ghosts

Among the younger generation of Ghost Worship Sect, Chang Long had a very high status. Before Yuan Shaoqing rose to prominence, he could almost be called the number one disciple.

It is precisely because of this that he has created his defiant and lawless character.

To him, killing a demon slayer guard in broad daylight is nothing.

However, when an indifferent voice rang in his ears, this genius disciple of the Ghost Sect couldn't help but his hairs popped up, like a frightened night cat, his whole body trembled, and a look of horror appeared on his calm face.

"who?"

Chang Long turned his head abruptly, the hillside was empty, without any sign of him.

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

Like a kitten, she curled up and moved closer to Chang Long.

"Who the hell?"

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

At his level, it is impossible to mishear, and it was definitely not a hallucination just now.

Someone is hiding nearby, watching all of this with an attitude of absolute overlooking.

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

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

Although the person has not arrived, the sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

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

"Divine soul..."

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 reality and reality, staring at him indifferently.

"Dare to..." Chang Long's complexion suddenly changed, showing shock.

You know, the soul is a yin god, 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 yang, a little carelessness will cause the soul to be burned and severely injured.

Therefore, even the masters of spiritual cultivation rarely dare to go out of their bodies in broad daylight.

In broad daylight, the spirit is out of the body.

Looking at Pingjiang City, Zhou Dao is probably the only one who has such attainments in the art of spirit and soul.

He practiced "Yasha Ghost King Phase" and "Taiyi Flowing Light Sword". Waiting for the nurturing and nurturing of treasures.

In terms of the strength of the soul alone, I am afraid that even the city secretary, Shang Tianhe, cannot match it.

As early as ten miles away, Zhou Dao felt Wang Xiaoyi's suddenly weakened breath, so he ignored the broad daylight and went out of his body, just in time to rush to the scene of the murder.

"High... master..."

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

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

If a master of this level came in person, I'm afraid he would confess even if he had a hundred lives.

But fortunately, there is still life now.

There was only one road ahead of him.

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

He knew that there was no way out for him to be targeted by such a master.

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

Pooh...

Suddenly, Chang Long lowered his head and turned his back away. In the scarlet flesh and blood, a bone bud grew,

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a third hand.

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

"Ghost Hand!"

This is the secret of the ghost sacrifice 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 mix them with secret medicines to conceive and nourish them. Finally, a seed will be transformed into the body, and it will be born with blood energy every day.

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

This third hand is infinitely powerful, no less than an ordinary magic weapon, it can urge gold to break jade, split stones and divide gold.

The most important thing is that [Ghost Hand] is born to restrain the soul, destroy the dead, and ravage wantonly.

Once this method is completed, it can swim away yin and yang, swallow souls and transform them into souls.

It is rumored that there is another secret method of cultivating the third leg in the ghost sacrifice sect called [No Leaking Whip].

These two secret techniques are known as double unique, and they were originally the means used by the Patriarch of the Ghost Festival to capture the ghosts of the dead.

"Let you take care of yourself and play with your soul, our Ghost Sacrificing Sect is your patriarch."

Chang Long gritted his teeth and roared wildly, the ghost claws of the ghosts swayed a fierce wind, and grabbed Zhou Dao's soul.

rumbling...

At this moment, Zhou Dao's soul stomped violently, transformed himself, all mortal qi was extinguished, and turned into a Yasha ghost king, with karmic fire like dharma, bones hanging from his waist, iron brake in his hand, eyes like ghosts, and a terrifying breath like a mighty river and sea. Rolling.

The sound of wailing and crying could be heard faintly, as if it came from the Nine Nether Prison.

"My mother..."

Chang Long shivered, his eyeballs almost fell out.

Yaksha ghost king, sitting cross-legged in the nether world, eating ghosts, roaring in purgatory to swallow the souls of the dead.

In many orthodox traditions, this is the fierce god who protects the Dharma.

It's just a ghost claw, and it's okay to capture a few lonely ghosts, but who can do anything in the face of this fierce god?

hum...

The ghost king Yaksha shakes his divine form, his karma is burning, and his ghostly aura is strong.

Chang Long felt a piercing pain along the ghost claws of the ghost, and his eyebrows seemed to be pierced with a chisel, and his teeth were about to burst.

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

Chang Long's eyes widened and he roared.

The soul is empty and can't affect the real matter at all, but Zhou Dao's power is much stronger than he imagined, and he actually affects his body through the soul.

Now this heart-piercing pain seems to be an illusion, but it is produced by Zhou Dao's control of his body with his soul, turning the virtual into the real, and the fake into the real.

"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 of the ghost shattered suddenly, turning into a blood mist, blocking Zhou Dao's spirit.

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

Yasha Ghost King was indifferent and directly tore the blood fog.

"Brother..." Liang Shishi's eyes were completely wet.

As soon as Chang Long raised his hand, using the blood to transform the talisman, 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 is determined to kill, life and death are at stake, and there is no way for the blood priest to hesitate.

He turned around and left, not daring to linger in the slightest.

"It's a character."

Zhou Dao spoke softly, his soul was shaken, and the appearance of Yasha ghost king dissipated, and turned into a sword light, shining like a big star, breaking through the sky and killing.

"you……"

Chang Long turned his head, his eyes widened, and his body stiffened and fell down.

How domineering Taiyi sword is, how can a mere blood sacrifice be able to resist it?

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 arrived.

"All the Taoist sects in the world really have their own spells, do the sacrifice ghosts take the place of dead ghosts?" Zhou Dao looked at the muddy meat in the pool of blood, showing a strange expression.