Qiu Zu: From an apprentice in a medicine shop to an immortal ancestor.

Sunny Courtyard.

A streak of black light flashed by, and Qiu Zhen, who was lying on his side, suddenly woke up.

Qiu Zhen had a ball of thick black energy in his hand, looked into the distance, and was quite satisfied.

"Bai Shu, let's go, go kill people."

Qiu Zhen stood up abruptly, put on a brand new set of clothes that he had never worn, carried his iron-tire heavy bow on his back, and took Bai Shu out.

He was not from a proper Taoist background, and he didn't know the rituals of "examination and summoning," nor did he have handy examination and summoning instruments, but he understood the principle of the spells.

It was nothing more than "establishing a prison to examine evil"—deriving the image of Fengdu Hell, torturing ghosts and demons.

He visualized "Fengdu Hell", dreamed of "Fengdu", transformed himself into the Great Emperor of Fengdu, with civil and military judges, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and countless ghost soldiers and generals by his side, scaring the little ghost silly, asking anything, answering anything, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, not daring to hide anything, selling out his master faster than anything.

After practicing the [Xun Wind Immortal Deer Tendon], Qiu Zhen ran as fast as a horse, and his speed was no less than that of Bai Shu.

Under the moonlight, two figures, one large and one small, shuttled through the weeds like a strong wind.

A quarter of an hour later.

A desolate mountain in the outskirts of Qingmu City, with the roars of beasts and the calls of deer coming from afar, and the croaking of frogs and the chirping of insects nearby.

Clouds and mist shrouded the area, the moonlight was dim, and the mountains and fields were pitch black.

Ordinary people would probably not be able to walk even a step without a light.

The third eye between Qiu Zhen's eyebrows bloomed with golden light. Vaguely, he saw a team of "ghost soldiers" wearing black armor and holding bone weapons patrolling in the dense forest ahead.

"It's really here."

Qiu Zhen was overjoyed.

Ordinary acquired martial masters cannot "see" ghosts.

Even innate martial masters, if the ghosts do not drive the yin wind to manifest, can only sense the ghosts' aura in the dark, and cannot see the ghost form.

It was Qiu Zhen who, although only a second-level martial master, had cultivated the "Yin God". His Celestial Eye Vision had gone a step further and had the supernatural power of [Yin-Yang Eyes]. After seeing the soldiers and horses in the dense forest from afar, he immediately stopped.

Speaking of which, Yanshan the Dharma Master was also an old Jianghu, doing things cautiously, and he was quite proficient in the art of war.

Within three miles of the dense forest, there were ghost soldiers lurking and guarding everywhere, and there were also eight teams of soldiers and horses patrolling back and forth. The entire layout was impenetrable. Once someone broke in and revealed a slight disturbance, he would be alarmed.

Whether it was setting up an array to defend against the enemy or running away, Yanshan the Dharma Master had plenty of time to respond.

It's just that he met Qiu Zhen.

Qiu Zhen watched in all directions, peeping at the location of the ghost soldiers, and the primordial spirit of Lingtai frantically deduced the best route to sneak in.

Before long, he hugged Bai Shu, his footsteps were light, and he landed silently, walking towards the forest.

Deep in the dense forest, a simple altar made of stones and mud appeared in front of him, and trails of incense smoke curled upwards.

An old Taoist wearing a tattered Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged, his figure as thin as withered wood, constantly pinching his fingers at the altar jars on the incense table in front of him, chanting words and performing the Dharma.

"Such weak Qi and blood."

Qiu Zhen was slightly surprised.

The old Taoist in front of him had extremely weak Qi and blood, not even comparable to a first-level martial master, and his whole body faintly exuded an aura of decay and decay.

No wonder this old Taoist acted so crazy. It turned out that there was a problem with his cultivation, and he had to desperately seek opportunities.

Proper Taoist cultivation emphasizes "dual cultivation of nature and life", refining essence, refining qi, and refining spirit, gradually progressing.

A true Taoist master may not dabble in martial arts of killing and伐, but his physical foundation will definitely not be poor, and his vitality will be strong.

The old Taoist who raised soldiers and horses obviously belonged to the side door and the left way. He raised ghosts all day long, suffered from the invasion of yin and cold ghost qi. Although his soul cultivation was very strong and his spells were powerful, his body was declining.

If there is no great fortune in the future, he will never have the chance to "refine essence into qi" and cultivate into a Yin God.

"Boy, what are you doing sneaking into my old Taoist altar!"

Suddenly, the old Taoist sitting cross-legged in the altar opened his eyes and looked at the dense forest, his old eyes exuding coldness:

"Do you really think that I am deaf and blind!!"

While speaking, the old Taoist pinched a magic formula, and a black qi barrier appeared around the altar, firmly protecting it.

Immediately afterwards, gusts of yin wind blew in the dense forest, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling rumbled. Vaguely, there was also the sound of soldiers fighting. Groups of ghost shadows quickly surrounded Qiu Zhen.

Qiu Zhen, who had planned to draw his bow and shoot a sneak attack, was a little surprised when he heard this, but he was not afraid. He walked out of the forest.

"Old Taoist, did you find me long ago?"

Qiu Zhen was calm and composed, but he was still a little confused.

He was sure that the patrolling ghosts did not find him.

"Your methods are indeed okay. You quietly avoided the patrols of my soldiers and horses, but it's a pity, it's a pity."

The old Taoist smiled sinisterly with his dry and wrinkled old face, looking at Qiu Zhen's body. After some peeping, he calmed down a little, and sneered:

"Your Qi and blood have passed one or two levels, and there is also a little fox demon. Hehe, you are very brave."

"Goo goo ~ Goo goo ~"

While speaking, the sound of birds chirping rang out in the forest.

Mountain owl?

Owl?

Qiu Zhen vaguely guessed something.

Just now, he did find owls in the trees, but they were not demon beasts or monsters. He only thought they were ordinary forest birds and beasts, so he didn't care.

He never expected that the owls were actually raised by the old Taoist.

As expected of an old Jianghu, he really has many methods. With the soldiers and horses protecting the Dharma, he actually arranged this hand, which is really hard to guard against.

He didn't lose in the fight, but he clearly lost in terms of Jianghu experience.

"Boy, you are very calm!"

Yanshan the Dharma Master asked with a calm face:

"Who are you? Why did you break into my Taoist altar?"

Qiu Zhen looked calm:

"I have a monk friend who died in your hands a few days ago."

"You are that monk's accomplice!"

The old Taoist suddenly realized that the other party was here to seek revenge. He sneered in his heart and looked at Qiu Zhen as if he were looking at a dead person.

"A little martial master, also learning from others' youthful chivalry, ignorant!"

The old Taoist snorted coldly, pinched a magic formula with one hand, and held a black flag with the other.

The yin wind rolled in the forest, and sand and rocks flew.

In a short period of time, hundreds of armored ghost soldiers surrounded Qiu Zhen, and the soldiers and horses were connected to each other, as if forming some kind of formation.

Ordinary martial masters, not to mention second-level martial masters, even fourth-level and fifth-level martial masters, like that Wu Lieutenant of the Demon Suppression Division, would be in great danger if he was alone and surrounded by soldiers and horses.

Faced with the encirclement of soldiers and horses, Qiu Zhen did not take the iron-tire heavy bow behind him, but stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Qiu Zhen didn't move, but the soldiers and horses under Yanshan the old Taoist moved, each holding bone spears, bone knives, and bone swords, howling and killing them. The black qi rolled in the forest, covering the sky and covering the earth, and was about to engulf one person and one fox at any time.

Even Wu Lieutenant of the Demon Suppression Division would find it difficult to resist the siege of hundreds of soldiers and horses.

However, it was at this time that Qiu Zhen moved, and a powerful divine sense suddenly erupted.

His robes rolled.

Yellow talisman papers flew out and surrounded his body.

Under the blessing of divine sense, the yellow talisman papers were stimulated at once, lightning flashed, and the lightning talismans were connected to form a lightning shield, protecting Qiu Zhen.

"Zizi ~"

Lightning flashed, and in front of the supreme and masculine thunder, a group of murderous soldiers and horses instinctively stopped their steps and shrank back.

"Xuanmen Thunder Technique."

On the altar, Yanshan the old Taoist, who was originally confident of victory, changed his face in horror, looking at Qiu Zhen, who was standing with his hands behind his back and urging his powerful divine sense, his withered body trembling:

"You...you are a Yin God powerhouse!"