Chapter 639: One Hundred Demons Parade at Night, Sign of Demonic Disaster

After Bai Yu's guidance, Chu Feng suddenly figured something out.

He practiced the mortal immortal art, but he always felt that this method was too complicated. He first practiced martial arts to cultivate his body, and then practiced visualization to strengthen his spirit.

Only when his spirit and spirit were strong could he absorb spiritual energy with the help of the Nalingzhu.

Although this path was very clever, it was still too difficult for mortals.

So Chu Feng had been thinking hard about how to reduce the difficulty.

Until today, he finally found a way.

Bloodline!

Humans must have spiritual roots to practice, but the monsters are not like this.

All monsters with bloodlines, no matter how low their bloodlines are, can practice naturally without spiritual root restrictions, or in other words, bloodlines are the spiritual roots of monsters.

Only ordinary beasts are restricted by spiritual roots like humans.

Chu Feng's face was full of excitement:

"So, if warriors can also refine the monster bloodline, can they absorb spiritual energy through their bloodline?"

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and he felt like he had been injected with chicken blood.

After more than ten days of sleepless nights, he finally combined the Mortal Immortal Technique and the Hundred Refining True Spirit Secret Method to create a blood refining method.

This method starts with martial arts, and by refining the blood of the demon race and imitating the demon race's practice, ordinary people can also refine spiritual energy.

Chu Feng waved his pen and named it - Mortal Immortal Technique Bloodline Martial Arts.

He laughed out loud:

"No doubt, this path is absolutely feasible."

"In the future, the Mortal Immortal Technique will be passed down through the ages. Master is the founder, and I, Chu Feng, am the successor."

"Although I am not as brilliant as Master, I am also a first-class hero, enough to be remembered for generations."

He couldn't help but imagine that he would be famous all over the world in the future and respected by the human race for generations.

The best thing is that if the bloodline martial arts is really successful, the power of the human race will surely increase greatly, and the chances of winning against the demon calamity will increase.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand his destiny.

Invent the bloodline martial arts and carry it forward.

This is destiny, enough to rewrite the fate of history.

However, what he did not notice was that the moonlight outside the window shone into the yard, and a few strands of black air appeared out of thin air, turning into twisted and strange demon faces.

The demon faces were floating towards him silently.

The protective magic circle set up on weekdays was actually useless!

...

In Woniu Town, a solitary lamp was lit in the only academy in the town.

Yang Fan was reading a Confucian classic with relish under the light.

After more than ten years of persistent study for the imperial examination, he finally passed the examination and became a ninth-rank teacher in Woniu Town.

Unfortunately, his aptitude was too poor, and his cultivation of the mortal immortal art was as slow as a snail. Now he was only equivalent to the second level of Qi refining.

Even though Yuhua City had spiritual objects for cultivation every month, the progress was still very slow.

But he was not discouraged. If the scholar was not good, he would take the examination for the Juren, and if the Juren was not good, he would take the examination for the Jinshi.

There are treasure bags in the book.

As long as he passed the imperial examination, he would have more spiritual objects for cultivation and more monthly salary, and he would always be able to make further progress.

The sutra in his book was the magic-repelling method issued by Yuhua City, called the Long Song of Noble Spirit.

He loved reading the most, and he almost read through the Long Song of Noble Spirit.

At this moment, a faint ghost suddenly appeared in the dead corner where the light could not reach.

The hair covered his face, and his tongue was sticking out long, vaguely the image of a hanged ghost.

The ghost stretched out his pale hands and floated towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was so absorbed in reading that he couldn't help chanting:

"The heaven and the earth have righteousness, and they are mixed and flowing..."

The voice was sonorous and powerful, with a sense of righteousness.

In an instant, the ghost seemed to have met its nemesis, and it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

Yang Fan didn't know that he had accidentally survived a disaster.

At this moment, he suddenly heard screams from afar.

"Help!"

"Old Zhu is crazy!"

"Don't come over, I didn't kill you!"

...

Yang Fan was horrified and hurriedly took out an inkstone magic weapon and rushed out of the academy.

On the street, there were many ferocious ghosts!

Not only that, some townspeople had red eyes and fangs, and were chasing their former relatives and friends everywhere.

Yang Fan even saw that the big yellow dog raised by Sister Ma became fierce and manic, biting the throat of the boy from the Ma family and drinking blood and eating meat directly!

Such a scene was repeated in almost every corner of the town.

A couple sleeping in the same bed might suddenly jump up and strangle the person next to them.

A pet that has been raised for several years suddenly showed its claws to its owner!

A baby who was breastfeeding suddenly bit off the mother's flesh and blood!

The whole Woniu Town was full of ghosts at night, just like the hell of hell! ! !

Yang Fan was so scared that he felt cold all over and his legs were shaking like sieves.

He almost wanted to run away, but his duty as a teacher made him suppress his fear and start thinking about countermeasures.

"The righteous long song, yes, the righteous long song can suppress evil."

He took a deep breath and began to chant loudly.

Strangely enough, as he chanted the righteous long song over and over again, the ghosts on the street turned into smoke.

Those demonized beasts also hid far away.

The surviving neighbors around saw it, as if they had seen a savior, and they all came towards Yang Fan.

Not long after, the head of the militia in the town organized a team of monks and led the warriors to rescue the townspeople everywhere.

The surviving townspeople retreated into the academy.

The captain, Zhu Dayong, was a monk at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He ordered people to take out evil-suppressing charms and paste them all over the doors and windows of the academy.

At this time, outside the academy, it was as dark as ink, and ghosts were crying.

I don’t know how many evil things there are.

The most horrifying thing was that not long after, two townspeople in the academy also began to become demonic and crazy, attacking the people everywhere.

Fortunately, the Xiangyong cultivator responded promptly and prevented a major disaster.

Zhu Dayong held a sharp blade and chopped down a demonized town citizen with one knife.

The town citizen was cut in two, still dragging his intestines and crawling over, trying to bite him.

Zhu Dayong spat fiercely and threw out a fireball talisman, blasting half of the townspeople into ashes.

"Damn it, what a ghost, our town of Wo Niu is going to die."

At this time, Yang Fan came over holding a scripture:

"Chief Zhu, the only plan for now is to ask for help from above first, and then wait until dawn."

Zhu Dayong complained repeatedly:

"There are evil things outside, and the people inside are unreliable. How the hell can this be delayed until dawn?"

Yang Fan was extremely calm at this time and quickly suggested:

"Now we can only implement military law. Five people work in teams to supervise each other. Whenever there is trouble, Zhu Huochang will immediately lead his people to suppress it."

"Everyone, follow me and recite the scriptures of the sages all night long to resist the erosion of evil things."

In desperation, everyone did not care too much and followed Yang Fan and began to recite the Song of Power and Longness.

Strangely enough, the evil spirits outside really didn't dare to attack again.

Yang Fan glanced outside and saw only pairs of red eyes.

He prayed secretly in his heart:

"I hope Yuhuaxian City will send someone to rescue them soon."

However, what he didn't know was that the situation in Yuhua City was also very bad.

Demons are causing chaos, and hundreds of ghosts are walking at night!