Chapter 1148 The Twelve States of Tianyun

Chapter 1148 The Twelve States of Tianyun

Lin Xuan's complexion changed, and the scholar's maniacal laughter had already reached his ears, and he turned his left hand over, as quickly as the front, the inkstone was turned over, and the ink inside was splashed on the surface of the green fire sword.

A strange fragrance immediately diffused out. Lin Xuan practiced with the green fire, so he was not afraid of being poisonous, but the aura on the surface of the green fire sword quickly dimmed, and the connection with the divine consciousness became indistinct.

"Ghost evil ink!" Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself, with a bit of astonishment on his face.

Unexpectedly, the other party possessed such a treasure, ghost, evil, and dark ink, which is also well-known in the underworld. It is said that it collects the resentment of fierce souls, and then mixes them with filthy items from the world to Yin, and mixes them in the ghost fog and cold pool, and then uses extremely Condensed by a special method.

This thing is very cloudy and cold, if a monk sticks to it, it will be poisoned, but the most terrible thing is its dirty effect on the treasure.

As long as any treasure is glued, it will inevitably lose its spirituality and its power will drop drastically.

It is said that there was a big demon from the underworld back then, who came here through the space gap, and the ghosts and dark inks he possessed caused the monks to suffer a lot.

Later, several Nascent Soul cultivators who were at the same level as the demon ghost fought one after another, attacking in groups, and finally cut off the opponent. thing.

How could this treasure of the underworld appear in the hands of a human monk.

Lin Xuan's expression suddenly became very serious.

Does the other party have any connection with the ghost?

"Young master, it was your own carelessness. People have already said that this guy has the same kind of breath." Yue'er sighed, with a bit of resentment on his expression.

"It's my fault." Lin Xuan nodded. Over the past few days, with the improvement of his realm, he was indeed a little arrogant. It was better when facing the big monks. The Nascent Soul monks in the early and middle stages were hardly taken seriously. This is not right. After all, there are few immortal cultivators who can conceive babies. If they have adventures and supernatural powers, they will not have them.

Cultivation of immortality is thorny every step of the way, how can one be so careless.

Lin Xuan alerted himself in his heart, but the light of the Green Fire Sword had dimmed. Before he completely lost contact with his divine sense, Lin Xuan hurriedly took it back.

On the surface of the sword body, the light was dim, and some black air gathered and did not disperse.

Lin Xuan poured mana into it, but the absorption speed of the sword was obviously much slower. It seems that it is impossible to restore it without a good sacrifice.

Lin Xuan flipped his palm and put it into the storage bag.

On the scholar's face, there was a ferocious smile.

While Lin Xuan was in a daze, he wrote three fires in the sky in succession.

Then he slapped the storage bag, and dozens of crystals flew out from it.

All of them were of high quality, Lin Xuan couldn't help being startled, this guy's net worth was far beyond that of ordinary monks.

Simultaneously manipulating the three characters, the scholar also seemed to be struggling, his face was extremely pale, and he spurted out a bloody arrow.

The blood quickly merged with the aura in the spar, and was absorbed by the three fire characters together.

The strong wind rose out of nowhere, and the sky seemed to be much darker. The scholar's up, down, left, and right were filled with clusters of dark fire.

Pale white, each ball is only the size of a fist, but there are tens of thousands of them.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but change color, feeling his scalp was a little numb, but this was just the beginning. The scholar's expression became stern, but his expression became extremely arrogant. He suddenly took a deep breath, and then waved his hands endlessly. From his body, A gloomy and cold mist came out, and there were many ghosts screaming inside, which looked very horrific.

Yue'er was right, it seems that this guy really has some weird connections with Yinhun.

Confucianism, ghosts, this is really weird.

I don't know what the origin of this weird scholar is.

But now Lin Xuan didn't despise him in the slightest.

The ghostly mist enveloped the scholar's body, and the screams of the ghosts came to his ears, and then even weirder things happened.

"disease!"

I saw the scholar pointing with a serious expression, tens of thousands of yin fires around him began to condense, and a phantom ten feet tall appeared in the midair.

It is a ferocious evil ghost, with sharp horns on its head that attract people's attention, and wings flapping gently on its back. A pair of eyes are as big as copper bells, and they are even more demonic purple red. The pupils are also very different from human beings. It looked rather slender, with jet-black nails on both hands and feet, emitting a palpitating faint light.

Then the ghost roared, like a long whale sucking water, swallowing all the ghost fog around it, and the rattling sound reached the ears, and the phantom began to materialize.

puff……

The scholar spat out a mouthful of blood again, his face pale to the point of death, but his face was full of excitement: "How about it, although Xiaosheng's Blood Soul True Ghost Art has only been cultivated to the third level, with the help of Lingshi treasures, he can summon The holy ghost is possessed by the mind, the cultivation of this ghost is not weaker than that of the big monk, it is too late for fellow Taoists to regret it now, don't worry, I will not kill you slowly, after destroying the body of fellow Taoist, I will It will bind your Nascent Soul, and then slowly extract your soul."

The scholar laughed morbidly.

"You are obviously a Confucian immortal cultivator, but why do you know the secret arts of ghosts, and there is a cold ghostly aura emanating from your body, isn't it possible that you are not all human beings, and are related by blood to the ghosts of the underworld?" Lin Xuan Staring at the other person's eyes, he spoke word by word.

The scholar's maniacal laughter stopped abruptly, with a bit of curiosity on his face, and a sneer sound came into his ears: "Fellow Daoist is really quick-witted, you can see that I have combined Confucianism and Yin Division supernatural powers, but I still can't figure it out." Through my identity, it seems that after so many years, the seven major forces have completely forgotten my Luo family."

"Luo family, what Luo family?" Lin Xuan was just pretending to be the elder of the Yulingzong, so he didn't know what he was referring to, but from a few words, he could tell that the other party had a lot of history, and he seemed to have hatred with the seven major sects shallow look.

"Forget it, if you still remember my Luo family in Tianzhou, I must have been sending people to hunt and kill us all these years. How can we recover our vitality? Although the current strength of the family is not one-tenth of what it was in its heyday, it is at least one-tenth of what it was in its heyday. It has been passed on, and my Luo family, as the overlord of the Twelve States of Tianyun, has inherited the blood of the six kings of the Yin Division, the Tiansha Ming King, in my blood, so I can naturally perform some exercises in the Yin Division." The scholar sneered and said, There was a faint proud light flashing on his face.

Lin Xuan didn't understand at all. He had never heard of the Six Kings of the Underworld before. After all, compared to the spirit world and the demon world, monks really don't know much about the Underworld, but Lin Xuan keenly caught another clue—— —Tianzhou!