The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 287 A surprise attack

The time of a stick of incense passed in the blink of an eye.

Then, Song Feng gently waved the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner in his hand, and now everyone in the Yin-Yang Realm came back:

"Don't get excited, come back soon..."

As the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner turned, several murderous figures suddenly appeared in front of him.

Look around.

All I saw was that at this moment, Qiu Sheng had an extra layer of evil spirit on his body, as if he had absorbed the blood of too many living creatures.

There was even a hint of blood red in his eyes, and his entire face looked as if he had been artificially made up.

It feels quite dark.

Not only Qiu Sheng.

Shi Shaojian next to him is not bad either.

All I saw was that at this moment he was holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a rope for hanging in the other.

The whole person exudes a sinister aura.

In fact, his expression looked even more unruly than before, like a small stone warrior.

However, compared to Shi Jian's grandeur and integrity, he lacked the divine power and righteousness of practicing thunder magic.

That is really evil.

The remaining Bei Ming Tigers are normal.

He is a martial artist himself, and he usually likes to use his hands and feet and exert all his strength when killing people.

Moreover, as his cultivation level improved.

He had already mastered these skills to perfection.

The killing efficiency is extremely high.

Even if the other four people were added together, they would not have killed as many people as he did alone.

It can be said to be a killing machine.

Telling the whole process out would be really scary. The reason why the Yamada Corps’ headquarters suffered a devastating blow this time was definitely because of Bei Ming Hu.

In terms of killing efficiency and quantity, who can beat him?

The other two are much more normal.

Although they are also practitioners, they may also possess one or two more powerful evil spells.

But the disciples who go out to perform rituals have no choice.

How to practice depends on the old immortal.

The many immortals who were driven by them had already practiced for hundreds of years, eating wind and drinking dew, swallowing and exhaling moonlight, how could they be stained with blood for such a small matter?
so.

There were just a few lonely souls on these two people occasionally, and it looked like they really enjoyed killing them.

Feel the transformation of space.

Akio immediately looked in the direction of the Yamada Corps:

"An incense stick of time has passed so quickly? This time passed too quickly. I don't know if all the people have been killed..."

When he said the last words, Qiu Sheng was still extremely evil and licked his lips with his tongue.

Just two words can describe it.

Evil!
Seeing Qiu Sheng's outrageous behavior, which seemed like he was practicing unorthodoxy, Song Feng hit him on the forehead with the cane in his hand:
"Ouch~"

A scream sounded.

Then, Qiu Sheng jumped up directly:

"Seventh Uncle, what did I do wrong?"

When facing Uncle Jiu, he can still run and play a game of chase with Uncle Jiu.

But he really didn't dare to face his seventh uncle.

Seeing Qiu Sheng howling from being beaten, Song Feng took the cane and knocked on his head:

"The magic of the Ghost Spirit Sect is just to let you vent appropriately and occasionally increase your Taoism. It's not to let you catch it all at once and eat a big fat man!"

"You better be careful next time, kid. If you don't get rid of your evil spirit, I won't take you out to play next time."

When he said this, Song Feng sighed helplessly, looking as if he was disappointed with his friend:

"...Rough! It's really too rough. Your methods are really too rough!"

When he said this, Song Feng hit Shi Shaojian on the forehead with the cane in his hand, making him scream.

Even the arrogant attitude of killing indiscriminately in the Yin-Yang Realm by relying on the changes in spiritual energy is gone.

He was beaten like a grandson.

After giving the two brothers a good beating with the cane, Song Feng sighed helplessly:

"You two, you didn't dare to say anything before under the pressure from your seniors, but now that you have the chance, why are you so desperate?"

"You are so good at casting spells, are you going to kill yourself? You can use unorthodox spells, but don't use them so crudely!"

"Look at you guys, you have just killed so many people, and you have made yourselves so sinister. Can you still stay in the right path in the future?"

"Look at your appearance. Even in the outer area where demons and monsters are everywhere, you are still very evil."

"With your situation, anyone who sees you will give you two slaps."

"If this happened in our time, people like you wouldn't even be worthy of being in the underworld. You'd be cannon fodder!"

When it comes to this, Song Feng can't help but start giving instructions:

"There's a chance. You guys should prepare some things in advance, seal what needs to be sealed, and restrain what needs to be restrained."

"Seize the opportunity to gather resources and hold everything in your hands. Then use some means to eliminate them bit by bit."

“By then, I will be able to walk through a sea of ​​flowers without getting a single leaf on me. Even if I use some unorthodox techniques, I can still be a righteous master after turning around and washing myself!”

"Look at what you have done. It is really shameless. You are just following me, otherwise you would have been buried long ago..."

Those who can make it through the underworld are divided into several levels.

The lowest level is the kind that practices until they turn themselves into evil ways and become neither human nor ghost.

This is an evil path in the true sense.

They can also be called cannon fodder in the spiritual world.

For example, after practicing the evil way, their Taoism level improves rapidly, but they cannot live for more than a few months or years. They grow back as they are cut.

This thing can increase in value even more than wheat.

As long as those unorthodox magic spells that are thrown around in the spiritual world are not banned, they will basically be the main theme of the spiritual world.

It's the lowest kind.

Those above are those who have practiced the left-handed way more effectively and also pay attention to their external image.

This is not usually seen.

He hid himself quite deeply and achieved some success. He can be considered a small leader. This is what it means to be a real successful person.

As for higher ones.

Hehe, that can’t be said.

After all, if this thing is talked about too much in the spiritual world, be careful that there will really be a bolt from the blue.

What is black gloves and white gloves?
That's not true.

After being hit several times by the rattan stick in Seventh Uncle's hand, Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian felt that their minds seemed to become clearer.

Then, they also noticed the external changes in themselves.

For a while.

The two of them couldn't help but twitch their lips.

“…This…this change is too big, right?” The two people who woke up were no longer the ones who boasted to the sky, “I am the best in the world.”

They also understood their own methods.

After all, they are still rookies and have not yet mastered their skills to perfection.

Otherwise, how could I have ended up like this?
"Now that you are all awake, you should work hard to hone your own magic power and not bring that bloody evil spirit in."

"This unorthodox magic is just a way to increase your capabilities, not the foundation for your true practice."

When he said this, Song Feng paused for a moment, no longer looking as disappointed as he had just been:
"Since you have all cultivated to this point, you must have experienced what is meant by unorthodox techniques."

"This is a side door technique, famous for its fast training speed, strong power, and shortened lifespan."

"Normally speaking, you two boys will have to spend at least eight or nine years, or even more than ten years, before you can reach the twelfth floor."

"Now that I have experienced this, even if there is no chance in the future, I can go back and polish it for two or three years and make further progress."

"There may be plenty of opportunities like this in the future, but before you continue to take action, you'd better eliminate the subsequent impact."

"Don't just memorize the eight great divine spells of that sect. The most profound Taoist methods are all created from the foundation."

"Some things you have to experience before you know them..."

At this point, the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner had already taken back all the negative energy and the reversal of yin and yang at the cost of a lot of magic power.

Followed by.

Then I saw one little paper man after another rushing into Yamada’s base camp in overwhelming numbers.

woo woo woo...

Uncle Zhang almost diagnosed me with trypophobia.

Wait until the blink of an eye.

Those little paper figures all rushed into the forest, and no one knew what they were doing.

However, when they came out of the Yamada base camp, several little paper figures were carrying guns or cannons, and they really seemed like a well-trained army.

Except for the small thing, it is perfect.

"Well, the aftermath has been dealt with. Hurry up and pull the sled out. Let's take a shortcut back."

"The Onmyoji of the Great Shrine have already sensed the changes in the regiment's headquarters, but the road here is not close, so we still have enough time to leave..."

Although Uncle Zhang and the others were somewhat surprised that this old man could actually let two young men use such weird and unorthodox techniques.

But they didn't say anything else.

In the past, if they encountered this kind of unorthodox master who was willing to kill people, they would definitely take action to slay the demons and take the lives of these demons.

But it is different now.

Every era has its own justice and every era has its own mainstream.

Now, the people these two young men killed were not people from Jiuzhou, but animals. How could they be demons?
This is a hero!

So, when Hu Zongtang heard Song Feng's command, he quickly put his finger to his mouth and blew a loud whistle:

"Huwu~"

Then he blew the whistle.

Soon after, several wolfhounds were seen running down from the distant forest, pulling the sleds behind them in a whirring manner.

The speed is amazing.

When a few people saw the dog-pulled sled rushing towards them, they quickly got on their own sleds.

Then they let the wolfhounds drag them into the forest.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Wang Wang..."

At this moment, several people were extremely happy.

Originally I thought he was just bragging after drinking, but I didn't expect that with the combined efforts of several people, they not only took down the Waseda Grand Shrine, but also exposed the secrets of the Yamada Company.

Although, they did not destroy most of the Yamada Regiment's forces.

It can only be said to be a part of being left behind.

However, the fact that hundreds of elite soldiers were wiped out at once was enough to make that old Japanese named Yamada feel heartbroken for a long time.

"Hahahaha... It's still fun to follow you, old man. How many years has it been since I felt this kind of feeling of slashing with a knife?"

"Although there was a sense of righteousness back then, it was really different from being a national hero and slaughtering foreigners now."

"Comfortable! It's really so comfortable. Old man, you are worthy of being the Lord of Beiyin Mountain. You are really shady in doing things!"

At the end of the speech, Bei Ming Hu just blurted out the words of praise in his heart.

however.

After hearing what Bei Minghu said, Song Feng not only did not feel uncomfortable, but he even smiled:

"Next... there's something even more exciting..."

When he talked about this person, he turned his gaze to Uncle Zhang who was sitting on the dog bed next to him:
"...Xiao Zhang, can you do this?"

Hearing Song Feng's question, Uncle Zhang, who had just collected a lot of dead souls, paused for a moment, and then spoke seriously:
"Don't worry, old man. I can't do anything else in this forest, but I can guarantee that I can make the journey."

"No matter how well-equipped they are, in this mountain valley, under this snowy land, we will always be number one."

"Besides, there are still a few old immortals in the mountain who have not been invited down yet. Next, we will take turns to do it. We will definitely be able to go around in a circle, but reach the destination faster!"

After hearing Uncle Zhang say this, Song Feng couldn't help but reveal a hint of satisfaction on his face:
"Okay, okay! That's good, that's good! This time we're going to give him a hard time and give him a surprise attack!"

When he said this, Song Feng's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of scarlet.

The blood became even more boiling.

Faintly, in his mind, he could see the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner, which had long been stored in the Yin-Yang Realm, emitting wisps of light.

Blue, red, yellow, white and black, all five colors are available.

Five kinds of gases with a hint of blood swept out from the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner and slowly merged into the Qingyun Dharma Image.

For a while.

The Yuanshen Zhenren who was originally sitting cross-legged on the Qingyun Dharma Image suddenly had five faint glow marks appearing on his chest.

Although the color is very light.

However, it is precisely because of the existence of this color that the condensed soul becomes more real.

Faintly, the Qingyun Dharma Image became even larger, as if it was truly connected to the illusion.

"Unfortunately, it is still a natural chasm after all..."

I thought about this unfortunate era I live in, my own situation, and the changes between heaven and earth.

Even Song Feng became sentimental again.

This era no longer supports large-scale blood sacrifices used to practice the entire process of returning to the void.

Human life can only increase some essence.

In addition to making some of his methods more sufficient.

It really doesn't have much effect on him.

If he had really achieved perfection in the Five Qis Converging to Origin, he would not have made such a big deal about the blood sacrifice of human lives.

But isn’t it almost the same now?
Originally, he had already cultivated the Five Qis to Origin, and now he only needed a tiny bit of resources to get the answer.

As for him, a big boss of a side door.

What could be better than the source of the five qi cultivated from the five internal organs in a living person's chest?

Moreover, this is a serious matter. Those killed are not human beings, but animals.

He has to thank me for the murderous technique!
Which old devil can resist such temptation?

(End of this chapter)