"This is..."

Xuanling's seven orifices were bleeding, and the vitality in his body was constantly draining. Zhang Qingyun was a little shocked: "Self-cutting and magic weapon sacrifice!"

This is a cruel person!

No, this is not cruelty, this is the firmness of the pursuit of Taoism, which has reached a level that is beyond the reach of others: "A poor Taoist is worse than a Taoist!"

Zhang Qingyun admits that he cannot achieve this step, at least not now.

After possessing strong power and getting used to being strong, no one wants to become weak. Especially Xuan Ling just broke through the peak of foundation building with the help of Zhang Qingyun!

He had just made a breakthrough and should have been immersed in the joy of transforming into a powerful person. At this moment, Xuan Ling cut off the connection with the magic weapon.

I become a useless person.

Yes, Xuan Ling is a useless person now.

The physical body is like flowers and plants with broken roots, which are still under the sun, and are constantly withering. Xuanling's physical body is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming old and withered...

"Why bother?"

Zhang Qingyun sighed slightly, even if he cuts off the connection with the magic weapon, loses his power and becomes a useless person, he may not have a chance to successfully enter the Tao. This is no different from committing suicide.

What kind of perseverance is this, giving up all your strength to find a slim chance of cultivating the Tao?!

"However..."

There was some admiration in Zhang Qingyun's eyes: "It's not scary to have no qualifications and no foundation. What's scary is that you don't even have the heart to seek the truth."

It can be said that no one can match Xuan Ling’s firm determination to seek the truth!

Zhang Qingyun developed respect for this monk.

"Brother!"

Xuan Ling cut off the connection with the magic weapon, and all the energy in his body collapsed, causing resonance in the world. Xuan Yu and others also sensed it and came here one after another.

Xuanyu's face was full of horror: "What's wrong with you?"

Li Jiaxiang and others also looked at Xuan Ling suspiciously. Xuan Ling was obviously not injured, but...

"Fellow Taoist Xuanling!"

Li Jiaxiang's voice trembled: "Are you ending the sacrifice?"

Sacrificing oneself to the magic weapon when transforming into a puppet is a sacrifice, and cutting off the connection between oneself and the magic weapon is a severing sacrifice.

To cut off the sacrifice is to give up one’s strength!

Return to mediocrity!

No, become a useless person!

Several people's faces trembled and they were a little hard to understand.

All right, why do you want to cut yourself off from the magic weapon?

Isn’t it bad to have great strength?

What do you think of this? Are you unable to think about it?

"hehe..."

Xuan Ling is extremely weak, but after all, he is not old. He is cut off from the magic weapon and has a skinny figure, but he will not die: "Finally freed."

relief!

Others may think that he is stupid, that he cannot think clearly, and that he has given up his powerful cultivation. In Xuan Ling's own heart, this is a relief!

"I was tempted and became a puppet myself. Today I can finally practice my way."

Practice my way?

Everyone's body trembled, and Li Jiaxiang sighed: "Why is this necessary?"

Sacrifice oneself and become a magic weapon puppet. After all, the magic weapon is a dead object, and it is impossible to truly control the person who is sacrificing. Not only will it not be controlled, but it will also have powerful power.

Although it will be more difficult to break through in the future, if they can rely on their own qualifications to practice, why should they sacrifice their own flesh, blood, and souls to the magic weapon?

Even if Xuan Ling is able to realize Taoism and practice on his own, the probability of Xuan Ling returning to the realm of foundation building in this life is extremely low, it can be said to be basically non-existent.

"This is my way."

Xuan Ling smiled slightly: "I have lost myself and the pace of progress, and I have become confused. Now... my path is clear. Xuan Yu, help me to rest."

After everyone left, Zhang Qingyun was speechless for a long time: "Either you die an ordinary life from now on, or you achieve great enlightenment, find your own way, and achieve great success."

This desire to seek truth proves that Xuan Ling's state of mind has reached a state of willingness.

willing!

Zhang Qingyun has not yet reached this state of mind.

He took out a jade talisman from his sleeve and tossed it gently. The jade talisman turned into a big bird and soared into the sky.

The talisman bird overlooks the steep mountains and cliffs, and Zhang Qingyun is looking for the ghost's lair.

After a whole day, at night, the Talisman Bird returned. Zhang Qingyun frowned: "It was peaceful. After searching so many places, I didn't find anything suspicious..."

"It's quite hidden."

With a raised corner of his mouth, Zhang Qingyun looked towards the tent in the distance: "I'm afraid it won't be peaceful tonight."

Except for those in the direction of the military camp, those warm-blooded men with blood like rainbows and white tigers can scare away evil spirits, so it is relatively safe.

It's not safe here in the valley.

Soon night fell, and a vague and cold atmosphere shrouded the mountains that were originally peaceful during the day. As the night got darker and darker, the gloomy atmosphere became heavier and heavier.

"Master!"

At midnight, Li Jiaxiang and others came to Zhang Qingyun: "If nothing happens, those ghosts will come again tonight. How should we defend ourselves?"

Xuan Ling is still very weak, but can now walk on his own.

Zhang Qingyun expected this, his eyes were shining like stars.

Zhang Qingyun nodded secretly. Xuan Ling's firm Taoist heart gave Xuan Ling some gains. He glanced around and saw that Yin Qi filled the air and gradually formed a mist.

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhang Qingyun closed his eyes and then opened them: "No need to defend."

No need to defend?

Let the ghosts come and go as they please, with unlimited arrogance?

"Master..."

Li Jiaxiang said quietly: "Without defense, we will have no resistance at all. We used black dog blood, the most filthy sunflower water essence, and children's urine before, but these defense effects are very limited."

"Especially when we came here, we had already set up defenses, but in the end..."

They went out to talk and look for ghosts.

All twenty people in the valley died!

The previous defense was completely useless!

"These things are effective against the remnant souls. Above the evil spirits, if the ghost body undergoes a qualitative change, these things will be useless."

Zhang Qingyun suddenly turned his head and looked to the west: "Here we come..."

Several people in Lijia Alley followed the direction Zhang Qingyun was looking and also looked over.

They saw nothing except the Yin Qi condensed mist.

I just feel the gloomy energy, but I can't observe the ghosts: "They still use ghost enchantment?"

Since you can't see it, then this is the only possibility.

Zhang Qingyun waved his sleeves, and several people's eyes went cold. In an instant, several people gasped.

In the west, there are nearly a hundred ghosts, either floating towards me or staggering and running wildly.

The three leading ghosts were wearing armor and had a ghostly aura, forming a black mist and a black circular ghostly aura around their bodies.

These three ghosts are riding ghost beasts that look like unicorns or Pixiu animals, with long black mist spraying from their mouths and noses. They are in sharp contrast with the surrounding ghosts, and their identities can be distinguished at a glance.

These ghosts have no resentment, only ghostly aura.

There is no leakage of breath, no pressure on the world.

some...

There was only depression, and the hearts of the depressed people almost stopped beating.

This is the feeling of waiting for death, knowing that you will die and being unable to resist the frustration...

"Ah..."

Only Zhang Qingyun's brows were slightly happy, and he stared at these ghosts with his eyes, as if they had turned into golden merit: "These ghosts have actually condensed evil into yin, turned resentment into darkness, they have become ghost soldiers! "

His cultivation may not be high, but ninety-nine times he is on par with an evil ghost.

But if you can condense evil into yin and turn resentment into darkness, then you have an orthodox way of cultivation, and your strength can be improved.
To be continued...