The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 286 The True Nature of the Left
Just rushed forward.

Qiu Sheng felt his whole body stagnate slightly, and then, he felt as if the yin and yang were reversed.

"It's this familiar feeling again..."

Faced with this kind of environment where yin and yang are reversed and his own magical power is changed, Qiu Sheng remains very calm.

Although he is still young.

Although he was just a rookie recruit, he had seen the world by following his ninth uncle and seventh uncle.

He may not know much about the ordinary underworld knowledge.

But he has seen many big scenes.

Especially this kind of scene where yin and yang are reversed, he has seen it more or less.

Even if you don’t learn anything by following the boss, at least you won’t be afraid of the situation.

more importantly.

He still remembered what his seventh uncle told them before he came in:

“…Kill with confidence!”

Moreover, after entering this world of Yin and Yang, he also resolutely carried out the orders of his seventh uncle.

Since we have already reached the outside of the pass.

When it comes to treating foreigners like this, it is no longer a sin or a merit.

It’s not that people from Kyushu can just die and that’s it.

Since he dared to invade the Chinese land of Kyushu, he should face their retribution.

And if he remembered correctly, he actually had a few magic skills in his hands that were not easy to show off in front of others.

Thought of this.

All I saw was a flash of dark lines with some light on his forehead.

hum!
next moment.

Behind Qiu Sheng, there gradually formed a beautiful woman in a white gown who looked ethereal and graceful.

Just at the moment when Xiaoyu appeared.

The negative energy in Qiu Sheng's body was boiling.

"...Akira~"

A gentle and melodious sound came from Xiaoyu's mouth.

There seemed to be a hint of temptation in the voice.

Indistinctly, it seemed to have a different kind of weirdness.

"Xiaoyu, from now on we can both go on a killing spree, and you don't have to feel so depressed anymore!"

Seeing Xiaoyu dressed in white, Qiu Sheng showed a trace of helplessness on his face.

I heard Qiu Sheng say this.

Xiaoyu, who was dressed in white, seemed a little surprised:

"…Really? My dear~"

The ghost itself has the desire to kill, and after practicing the Yin-Yang Tongxin Method, it has a certain special quality.

in other words.

It is to artificially divide a person's essential yin and yang into two aspects.

Man is yang, and cultivates yang energy.

Practice many magic spells.

He can be said to be upright.

No matter how strict the righteous masters are, there is no way to detect any evil spirit in them.

But this is not the case with the ghost body.

The ghost body embodies the resentment and hatred of the human world, as well as some negative emotions that have been stripped away from the human body in the dark.

It can be said that it is the carrier of the dark side of those who practice the Yin-Yang Tongxin Method.

Before this, there was no distinction between yin and yang.

As Qiu Sheng truly mastered the Yin-Yang Concentric Method to a small degree, Xiaoyu also felt that it was somewhat difficult to suppress.

This is the side door method.

Without the refinement of an ancestor who had truly practiced to become an immortal, even a great and powerful method would only appear to be somewhat sinister.

only.

It just hasn't been revealed on the surface.

next moment.

All I saw was Xiaoyu, who was wearing a green shirt and white clothes, and the color of her whole body began to slowly change.

Tick ​​tock tick tock…

Just a blink of an eye.

She changed from a fairy in white to a female ghost in blood-red clothes, with drooping hair and eyes that were hard to see:
“… Hehehehe… Kill!!”

The voice beneath the blood-red clothes was very hoarse, as if it contained a lot of resentment.

Like a female ghost who died unjustly.

As Xiaoyu completely changed, his figure began to flicker slowly.

It was just a moment.

He turned into a red shadow and rushed into the Yamada base camp reflected in the Yin-Yang world.

"……ah!!"

A scream suddenly rang out.

Then, a soldier in the Yamada Regiment's barracks who was walking towards this side with his eyes blinded by a ghost suddenly covered his neck and let out a scream.

Then, blood was seen flowing down his neck, and he was no longer alive.

This is like a beginning.

After killing the first person, the blood-red color on Xiaoyu's body seemed to become more real and more sticky.

"Tick tock tick tock..."

When walking on the earth.

Faintly, there seemed to be one blood-red mark after another, which looked very scary.

Seeing Xiaoyu had already started killing people.

Qiu Sheng's eyes flashed slightly, and then he took out the wooden sign from his arms.

This is the magic weapon he refined.

same.

It was also a gift from his seventh uncle.

As the core hub for practicing the Yin-Yang Concentric Method, this magical instrument can be continuously improved with his practice.

If one day he really becomes a master at the head of a sect.

This ghost pattern magic weapon can also transform.

However, this thing was not created by just his magic power.

Every upgrade of a magical weapon requires many residual souls and withered bones. He knew this when he obtained the practice method.

only.

Before this, he didn't have any urgent desire to upgrade this magical weapon.

After all, it is too harmful to the harmony of nature.

If he really dared to do such a thing near Maoshan, I'm afraid that the many elders on Maoshan would be the first to take action to slay the demons and clean up the mess.

However, ever since he followed his seventh uncle north and met the legendary predecessors in the cultivation world, some of his ideas have been changed by these predecessors.

Without strength, you are nothing.

Only when you have strength can you truly maneuver.

That trip to the north didn't seem to have any impact on him, but in fact, it was like a crossroads in his life.

This time he truly experienced a truth, rather than just hearing it from others.

Fists are the real hard truth!

For example, those big guys who followed Seventh Uncle to the north, which one of them is not a great master of the unorthodox sects?
Who doesn’t have a wanted warrant?
But even so, they have the power in their hands and can still freely join the big sects to whitewash themselves.

And the weak no matter how righteous he is.

When his physical body is destroyed, he will no longer be able to make his own voice.

However, when facing Uncle Jiu, he felt that his idea seemed a little unorthodox, so he did not say it out.

But it’s much more fun to follow my seventh uncle.

After all, the old man always did great things, and he only needed to follow carefully and rub against them to continuously improve his practice.

Moreover, he felt that he was truly relaxed when he was following the old man.

"I'm not a born devil, am I?"

Subconsciously asking himself, Qiu Sheng then held the wooden sign and shook his head:

"I am doing this to uphold justice. After all, these are truly invaders..."

Thinking of this, he took action without hesitation, holding the small sign in his hand.

With a gentle pull, you can even take out the red rope hanging on the sign.

"brush!"

Take two steps forward.

All I saw was that the Fuso soldiers who had not yet realized the changes were still standing guard in the Yamada base camp, which had been forcibly reversed and pulled into the Yin-Yang world.

The reversal of yin and yang is too terrifying.

This is something that only a true great ghost king can do when the time, location, and people are right. It is a means of reversing yin and yang.

The fog here.

It is born with the effect of covering your eyes with ghosts.

So, at this moment, they are nothing more than pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

But the time is still too short.

If he had more time, he could use some other methods.

Now it can only be hastily concluded.

Thinking of this, Qiu Sheng gently grabbed the red rope with both hands and gently pulled it towards the Fuso soldier from a distance.

Brush!
When he gently pulled the rope, the Fuso soldier seemed to have something wrapped around his neck:
“…Uh…ah…”

Even the spear in his hand loosened involuntarily.

He hugged his neck tightly with both hands, and even rolled his eyes:
"Uh...uh..."

As he rolled hard, he saw that the Fuso soldier lost his life in the blink of an eye.

Saw this scene.

Qiu Sheng took two or three steps forward, and finally added a magic plate, which he gently placed on the forehead of the Fuso soldier:

"Ghostly command, devour the soul and seize the spirit!"

As he cast the spell, he saw the dead Fuso soldier twitching subconsciously.

brush!
A ray of light then fell into the magic card.

Even the flesh and blood became a little shriveled.

The magic tablet in Qiu Sheng's hand flashed red and seemed even more extraordinary.

"...What a great trick! No wonder so many seniors couldn't stand the temptation and took the wrong path!"

Feeling the essence fed back by the magic weapon, Qiu Sheng only circulated it once and felt that his twelve-level magic power had increased a little.

Just a rough estimate.

Just by absorbing this essence, it can at least be equivalent to several months of his practice.

next moment.

He no longer cared about anything. His figure flashed slightly, and then he broke into the deeper part of the Yin-Yang Realm.

the other side.

Shi Shaojian, who had also entered the Yin-Yang Realm, was even more confident at this moment.

In other words, compared to Qiu Sheng's low-key attitude when he came in, Shi Shaojian looked very powerful as soon as he entered the Yin-Yang Realm.

He looks like a big villain.

In his hand was a small pair of golden, bloody scissors, which made a clicking sound.

There was a long rope hanging on his body.

The rope sometimes rotated around his waist and sometimes passed over his shoulders.

A hint of blood settled in it.

It looks extremely shabby, but it has an extraordinary spirituality, as if there is a hanged ghost attached to it.

He gently flipped open his small backpack.

Then, Shi Shaojian took out a small doll from his backpack:

"Voodoo doll... go!"

As he poured his own magic power into the voodoo doll, the ugly little doll wrapped in a lot of rags let out a creepy laugh:

"Hey Hey……"

A creepy and evil laugh continuously emanated from the voodoo doll, making the little doll seem to be alive.

Constantly struggling in his hands.

Saw this scene.

Shi Shaojian was not afraid at all. He bit his index finger and tapped the forehead of the voodoo doll:

"The spirit is reborn, and the witch appears in the world!"

"Go ahead...kill as many as you can~"

As he let go of his hand, the voodoo doll landed on his shoulder as if it had teleported.

Followed by.

His forehead rotated slightly, as if he was looking at him, and then he quickly rushed into the darkness.

"Hey Hey……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Weird loud laughter continued to sound, first coming from the east and then suddenly appearing in the west, changing very quickly.

Correspondingly, every time he walked in a certain direction, there would be screams one after another.

It looks like the voodoo doll has worked.

Shi Shaojian took the small pair of scissors in his hand and walked into the darkness.

“…Who?”

A cry of surprise suddenly rang out, and then one of the patrolling Fuso soldiers pointed his gun at him.

And at this time.

Shi Shaojian, who had already seen the soldier in the black fog, took the golden scissors and cut gently without panic:
"Crack!"

The sound of scissors is very crisp.

But as the scissors sounded, the Fuso soldier, who originally looked elite, exploded in an instant.

Phew! !
Then he saw that the skin that was originally attached to his body was divided into many pieces, as if it had been peeled off.

The rope hanging the man kept shaking.

Whenever it saw a Fuso soldier, even when they met on a narrow road, it would turn away like a nimble snake.

Each time the rope is attached.

A new soul must be born.

As Shi Shaojian continued to walk inside.

The blood color on the golden scissors in his hand became more obvious, and there seemed to be more ghosts on the rope of the hanged man.

"... It's comfortable, so comfortable. Grandpa Gan must understand me. This environment is really a paradise for evil practitioners!!"

He took a deep breath, and then a light flashed on the boy's forehead, and then he pounced on the soldier closest to him.

Just a slight flicker.

Then he saw that the soldier's eyes were lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

Bang.

Seeing the soldier falling down with lifeless eyes, Shi Shaojian burped subconsciously:
“…Hiccup~”

After relaxing his breath, Shi Shaojian looked at the Yin-Yang Realm with great satisfaction:
“…What a delicious feast!!”

At the same time, although Bei Ming Hu looked like an iron tower, he moved as fast as a ghost.

Even in the realm of yin and yang.

He is like a burning torch, dazzling wherever he goes.

But he moved very quickly.

The tiger claw hand is also very sharp.

Every strike will result in blood.

The body is invulnerable to swords and guns. Even if it is hit by bullets occasionally, they will be stuck in the flesh and quickly bounced out.

"……what!"

The screams were endless.

It really is like a slaughterhouse.

Seeing that he could kill people without restraint and win the game so easily, even Bei Minghu couldn't help but feel very happy:
"I've only heard before that when a ghost king stepped into the world of the living, he could reverse yin and yang, cover an entire town, and sacrifice thousands of people."

"I thought it was all exaggerated before, but now it seems that it is a bit too exaggerated... We should kill more people."

"This environment is so cool. Everyone is rushing forward one by one. The effect of the ghost covering their eyes is really amazing..."

While laughing loudly, Bei Ming Hu grabbed the Fuso soldier who was bewitched by the ghost, and then gently twisted his neck.

Click!

A life was lost in this way.

Uncle Zhang and Hu Zongtang have different methods, but they both better reveal Ma Xian's true nature.

The commonly used method is to ask the immortals for help.

He didn't use too many trump cards, just pure killing was enough.

And at this time.

Song Feng, who had been waving the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner to maintain the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm, could not help but look a little strange when he felt the movement inside:

"I didn't expect that Shi Shaojian has so many weird things in his hands. This kid is really amazing."

"But Qiu Sheng is not bad either. The Ghost Spirit Sect's soul-devouring skills can really skin a person alive, extract his tendons, and suck out his bones and marrow."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk... How's that? Now these guys know why unorthodox methods are so attractive, right?"

The speed of cultivation is not fast, the actual combat ability is not strong, and the speed of becoming stronger is not outrageous. Why do you dare to call it a unorthodox method?
(End of this chapter)