Chapter 169 Fen Tian 1 Sword

"Hate, hate, hate~~ Even if I don't enter reincarnation and become a ghost forever, I will return!" The black spirit roared ferociously. At the same time, its size grew like a balloon. From the beginning, it was as big as a table tennis ball. He quickly grew to the height of half a man. ()

If you look closely at his appearance, you can vaguely see traces of the 'altar master' who died at the hands of Song Shuhang. However, there are only five points of similarity with the 'Altar Master'.

This is obviously a resentful spirit formed by the curse placed on Song Shuhang by the 'Altar Master' before his death. It's just that this resentful spirit was crushed once by Song Shuhang himself, and swallowed several times by Jingba Doudou, but the curse hasn't disappeared yet?

This time, Jingba Doudou was not with Song Shuhang. And Song Shuhang couldn't even maintain the mental skill of 'vigilance' due to excessive mental energy consumption.

The cursed resentful ghost slowly took shape again. It grinned ferociously, stretched out its sharp ghost claws, and clawed hard at Song Shuhang's throat. This claw will definitely leave five bloody holes on Song Shuhang's throat.

Just when the sharp claw tip was about to pierce Song Shuhang, a white spirit body suddenly emerged from Song Shuhang's heart - it was the golden shield spirit ghost who contracted with Song Shuhang.

The white spirit ghost is only as big as a fist, while the black resentment ghost is already half the size of a human.

However, the spirit ghost was not afraid at all. I saw it suddenly opened its mouth and sucked hard at the resentful ghost.

A strange scene happened. The spirit ghost sucked water like a whale, and its mouth was like the purple gold gourd that can suck people in, and it directly swallowed the black resentful ghost!

"Hiccup~" Ling Gui burped with satisfaction, and even his body grew a bit bigger. Then, it yawned and retracted into Song Shuhang's heart.

Song Shuhang smacked his mouth in his sleep, feeling that he had had a very good dream... He turned over and continued his beautiful sleep.

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That was a beautiful dream.

This time, in the dream, Song Shuhang turned into an ancient person again.

He had an innocent childhood and loving parents. However, when he was six years old, he contracted a strange disease and no medicine worked. His father took him everywhere to seek medical treatment, but his strange illness never recovered.

In the end, his parents sent him to a dilapidated Taoist temple dozens of miles away from home, where he was taken in by a Taoist priest in a fiery red robe.

This Taoist Priest in the fiery red robe is no ordinary person.

He is a divine being. Song Shuhang in the dream started living with him, drinking some bitter medicinal liquid every day, and following the Taoist Master to perform strange boxing techniques several times a day.

Two years later, his condition has recovered, and he has mastered a power not belonging to mortals.

Then, one day two years and three months later, the Taoist priest in fiery red robes took Song Shuhang in his dream to the foot of a giant tree that towered into the clouds.

"The name of this poor Taoist is Chi Xiaozi. There is destined to be a fate between you and me. Watch out!" The Taoist Priest in the fiery red robe chuckled. Then he stood under the giant tree, broke off a branch, and started performing on the spot. stand up.

What kind of skills and formulas are taught in his mouth.

It should be considered a peerless swordsmanship, but Song Shuhang couldn't understand it.

Because as the Taoist Master performs his sword skills, the Taoist Master's figure becomes more and more blurred, and he often skips a paragraph... and the formulas or exercises taught are told in another language, which sounds like nothing to Song Shuhang. It's a chicken talking to a duck.

But the 'he' in the dream seemed to see clearly and listen like a charm.

After the Taoist Priest in the fiery red robe finished his demonstration, he chuckled and said, "How many did you remember?"

"Ninety percent." 'He' in the dream replied honestly.

"Yes, this 90% is enough for you to gather a golden elixir and enter the avenue. Your future fortune will depend on your own efforts." Taoist Priest Chixiaozi smiled and gently stroked the head of 'him' in the dream.

'He' in the dream smiled shyly, and vaguely felt that the Taoist priest seemed to be saying goodbye to him?

Chixiaozi Taoist Priest stroked his head lovingly, then squatted in front of him, wanting to say something to him.

Suddenly the Taoist priest looked at 'him' in the dream with confusion.

Song Shuhang could feel that Taoist Priest Chi Xiaozi's gaze was as deep as the universe, seeming to pass through 'him' in the dream, directly traveling through countless time, space and years, until he stared at Song Shuhang himself behind 'him' in the dream !

Song Shuhang felt a chill all over his body, as if his whole body had been seen through!

"I see, that's interesting! Interesting!" Taoist Priest Chixiaozi laughed.

Then, the Taoist stood up again and picked up the branch.

Then, Taoist Priest Chixiaozi changed his language and started telling a lesson again.

The 'he' in the dream this time couldn't understand it at all, because it was not a language he was familiar with and he had never heard it before.

But...Song Shuhang understood it!

"Chi Xiaozi, a poor Taoist, when he entered Taoism, he relied on a set of 'flaming knives' that can be seen everywhere in the monk world, which can be regarded as the foundation of the poor Taoist cultivation. Now, if you are greedy for Taoism, this 'flaming knife' belongs to me and is taught to you. .Although it’s just a set of common sword skills that can be seen everywhere, I hope you don’t think it’s immoral and stingy.”

Song Shuhang had an illusion - at this time, Taoist Priest Chi Xiaozi in the fiery red robe was not talking to 'him' in the dream, but was directly talking to him through 'him' in the dream!

"Time is limited, Greedy Dao will demonstrate it for you once." Taoist Priest Chixiaozi continued to wave the branch in his hand, using the branch as a knife, flipping his wrist and swinging out a knife.

In an instant, Song Shuhang felt that the world was on fire.

There seemed to be endless flames surging on the branches in the Taoist Master's hands. The flames could burn anything and never go out!

When the knife fell, the world was enveloped in flames, and all the prosperity in the world was burned up in the flames! Even the 'sky' high above was burned red by the fire clouds.

There are no sword formulas, no sword moves, just the intention of the sword! This sword is a set of sword techniques!

When Song Shuhang faced this knife, he felt that his whole body was burning hot, his mouth was dry, and his blood was drying up!

But, I have a lot of insights.

Although Taoist Priest Chi Xiaozi could not see Song Shuhang, he seemed to know that Song Shuhang had understood a lot. He laughed, stretched out his hand, and the branch in his hand turned into ashes.

Moreover, the towering branch behind him also turned into ashes and disappeared.

‘He’ in the dream was stunned.

The Taoist Priest in the fiery red robe whistled softly, and stepped steadily towards the sky. Without any external force, he crossed the sky, climbed higher and higher step by step, and finally disappeared.

The 'him' in the dream knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times.

Then... the scene in the dream changed, and it was already an unknown number of years later.

The 'him' in the dream has grown up. At this time, he is carrying a blue dagger on his back and wearing the same style of Taoist robe as that of Taoist Priest Chixiao Zi, but he has changed the color to cyan.

The monk in blue robe, casual cultivator, Li Tiansu!

The dream ended here, Song Shuhang opened his eyes... It was dawn.

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The time is 6**03 in the morning. Tuesday, July 2nd, sunny.

Song Shuhang sat up from the bed.

"Is this a dream?" As he spoke, he found that he was wet and sweating profusely!

"It's not a dream... then, is it the 'memory' of the casual cultivator Li Tiansu?" Because he had a similar memory, Song Shuhang immediately understood it.

That 'Li Tiansu' should be the senior casual cultivator whose flying corpse came over and exploded two pieces of equipment when he was contracting the spirit ghost, right?

Because when Senior Bai asked about the name of the casual cultivator, Song Shuhang heard the answer "loose cultivator, Li Tiansu".

But why did the memory of casual cultivator Li Tiansu appear in his mind?

Is it a spirit ghost? The spirit ghost seemed to have absorbed some of the energy from Li Tian's transformation and mutated. Then when the spirit ghost synchronized with him, it allowed him to 'see' this memory?

While he was thinking, Song Shuhang lowered his head and saw the ring on his finger again - a bronze ring.

It was one of the one or two items Li Tian left behind after plasticizing the Tao.

"Is this ring not because of the spirit ghost, but because this ring retains the thoughts of its former owner? That's why I had that dream?" Song Shuhang asked again.

When thinking of that dream, the most profound thing in Song Shuhang's memory was the flaming sword taught by the 'Scarlet Xiaozi'.

Chi Xiaozi said that it was just the 'flaming sword technique' that could be seen everywhere in the monk world.

However, when Chi Xiaozi slashed out a flaming knife, the feeling of burning all things with eternal fire, even the sky was burning, was it really just an ordinary 'flaming knife technique'?

This is simply a burning sword!

Suddenly, Song Shuhang was ready to move. Chi Xiaozi taught me this ‘Flame Knife’ technique. Do you want to try it and see if it’s really a ‘dream’? Or is it Li Tiansu’s ‘memory’?

Song Shuhang quickly ran to the safe, opened it, and took out the magic sword obtained from Ba Qianjun, the leader of the 'Moon Knife Sect'.

The name of the sword is broken. The sword is three feet and three feet long. It is extremely hard. It has experienced the burning of the fire of heavenly calamity and seems to have undergone some magical changes.

Holding the knife, Song Shuhang ran to the top of the fifth floor.

Because he had learned from the 'Three-Star Fire Control Fan', he did not dare to mess around in the room at will.

"Try it, no one will see it anyway. Just think that you are daydreaming." Song Shuhang took a deep breath and recalled the appearance of Chi Xiaozi when he used the 'Flame Knife'.

He also rotated the blade, the blood in his heart and eyes boiling, and then slashed out...

Majestic and cool in posture!

However, no flames came out.

Not to mention a flame, there wasn't even a spark.

"Haha." Song Shuhang laughed dryly.

Did you...did you dream and not wake up?

Or maybe he needs to practice hard to master this 'Flame Knife' move?

"I'm free every day anyway, so why not take some time out every day and occasionally practice this flame sword." Song Shuhang decided in his heart.

If you could be like Taoist Priest Chixiaozi, slashing with a slash of flames, it would be a disaster.

"Don't think too much, let's practice first. I have to go to class seriously these days." Song Shuhang stretched his muscles.

Then, he first put the treasured sword "Ba Sui" aside and began to practice the "Basic Vajra Boxing Technique", and then used the "True Self Meditation Sutra" to guide the energy and blood into the third orifice, the "nose orifice".

The third orifice, the nose orifice, is more difficult than opening the eye orifice. Without external help, it would take at least two years.