The moon sets and the roosters crow at the fifth day.

The moon has set and the sun has not risen, which is the darkest moment of the day.

Bao Zheng sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating his magic power and nourishing various magical instruments in his dantian.

He took turns to spit out magic weapons, using his verbal and verbal skills to temper them, which not only increases his power but also increases his understanding.

It’s a pity that among these magical instruments, there is only one treasure that can be used to train the soul and can be used to entrust the soul in the future.

Cen Xiuzhu once told him that after a monk reaches the stage of refining Qi and transforming the gods, the first thing he must do is to improve his acquired lifespan by training his soul, and the second thing he must do is to improve his magic power by training his soul.

If the Yin spirit is achieved, it will last for a hundred years; if the Yang spirit is achieved, it will last for a hundred years.

When the Yang God is complete and solid, it will become a physical body, and it will transform into qi and change in all kinds of changes, and it will be called the primordial spirit. From then on, you will enter the realm of a second-grade master, and your lifespan can exceed two hundred years and become immortal.

However, there are also differences in strength among second-grade masters, and it may even be different from heaven and earth.

The reason is that some monks find magic weapons that can be used to support their souls from the beginning of training the Yin God. When the soul is completed, the magic weapons and their own souls will be integrated, and their strength can even surpass the physical body.

Moreover, with magical instruments to support the soul, even if you cannot enter the realm of a first-class master or a true immortal and arhat, you will be more confident when your life spans and your true spirit is not ignorant. You can reincarnate and re-cultivate infinitely, just like eternal life.

Those legendary true immortals in the Taoist realm, Buddha's Arhats, Demon Clan's Great Sages, and Demon Realm realm are all the protagonists of the times because of their luck. They have obtained magic weapons that can be used to support their souls early, so that they can break through the realm by reincarnation and re-cultivation and finally reaching the peak of the world!

"It seems that magic weapon that can hold the soul is indeed rare. I have killed countless souls in the past few months and received various rewards, but none of them is a treasure that can hold the soul.

But this won’t bother me. If I don’t get a reward, I can’t make one myself in the future! Now I will condense my soul first and make the Yin God awesome."

Bao Zheng's mind moves, and the Yin Spirit leaves the body.

When the moon sets and the sun rises, the yin energy gradually fades, and the yang energy is born, it is the best time to temper the Yin spirit.

The Yin God Flying is more refreshing than using the flying escape method. The houses and woods are all passing by.

Bao Zheng flew all the way to the sky, and then stopped slowly when he was near the Nine Heavens Gangsha. According to the Mohist method of refining gods, he fell down at a faster speed. As soon as he fell, the sky wind stinged the body, like iron entering a furnace, gradually forging into steel!

The nameless inn in front of me quickly magnified, and suddenly I saw a woman carrying a hoe and tiptoed out of the room.

"Well, it's that female shop owner? What does she do with a hoe? Does a shop even have to farm and have a farm stay?"

Bao Zheng was surprised in his heart and flew behind the female shop owner, followed her to the hut in the southernmost headquarter.

He had observed with his Fayan eyes before that there were no guests in this thatched hut, and it was obviously an empty room.

But the female shop owner quietly opened the door and covered it in.

Bao Zheng then entered and saw that the room was indeed empty, with only one bed and one table.

The female shop owner lifted up the bed, but there was loose new soil under the bed, and a few hollow bamboo tubes were exposed on the soil surface, like something used to breathe.

"Is there anyone under the land? This is strange. The Dharma Eye Observation is the magical power of the Fajia. I use the power of a thousand years of magic. Who else can escape my eyes?"

Bao Zheng was a little puzzled, and did not alarm the female shop owner, so he stood by and watched.

I saw the female shop owner busy and dug up the loose new soil. After three feet of the soil, an old coffin appeared.

Chen coffin, that is, an old coffin.

The black tung oil paint applied to the coffin has fallen off a lot, and a familiar smell has come to my face.

It reminded Bao Zheng of the day when he was asked by Liu Chang, the city god of Bianjing, and went deep into the underworld. The aura in the underworld was very similar to the aura emitted by the Chen coffin.

"So that's it... This old coffin should have been pretended to be dead and has developed the mysterious yin energy. If someone hides in the coffin, it will be like being in the Yin Realm!"

"If a living person hides it, the underworld will not be cared about, and it will be difficult to find in the world of the world. Although my Dharma Eye Observation is a great supernatural power, it is limited by my own ability. At present, there is no ability to go up to the Yang Realm and explore the underworld. No wonder I was unable to find him before."

Bao Zheng suddenly realized and was even more curious. Who had to spend so much effort to hide in the coffin that had been pretending to be dead?

The female shop owner gently pushed open the lid of the coffin and called in a low voice: "Official, official, I'm Huahua..."

"call......"

Someone in the coffin breathed a long breath, and a gray figure slowly sat upright.

But he was a man about sixty years old, gray-haired and thin as a knife.

He swept the room with long and narrow eyes vigilantly. Seeing that only the female shopkeeper was there, he breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "Didn't you say that you would wake me up after three days? Why didn't you follow the agreement!"

Bao Zheng was stunned when he saw this man.

This man was covered in yin energy, but he was not a wandering soul, nor a ghost or a ghost in the underworld, nor a demonic energy. He was clearly a strange person.

But compared to ordinary people, they are like demons in the world, and are definitely not ordinary.

"It's actually a man from the Yinmen... I don't know what he does.

Executioner, paper maker, psychic, corpse, coroner, no one is sharpener anyway. If he is a sharpener, even if he is a death row prisoner, he will be under the supervision of the yamen. He will never hide in the world like him, as if he is avoiding disasters."

Bao Zheng has been a knife sharpening man for a long time, so he naturally heard of these people in the Yinmen. These people are actually very easy to identify. They are more like living people than dead people and more like dead people than living people.

This sect is obviously a mortal body, but often comes into contact with non-human things. They are not worthy of becoming monks, but they also have magical means.

For example, the man in front of him used the method of covering his eyes with the vagina, and actually deceived him into observing his Dharma eye.

The female shop owner gave the man a blank look and said coquettishly: "Damn, don't they miss you anymore? Don't you miss them?"

The man smiled bitterly and said, "In the life and death crisis, why do you say that men and women love each other? Hurry up, you should bury me soon. When the agreed time is time, dig me out!"

The female shop owner sighed, "Official, I'm afraid I can't wait for the agreed time."

"What did you say?"

The man's already pale face suddenly turned pale as paper: "Can you say that?"

The female shop owner nodded and said, "Tonight, someone will join the shop. As you said, it is a man."

"No, it's bad!"

The man jumped out of Chen Coffin and said repeatedly: "Go away quickly, I'm in trouble when this person comes. Huahua, you and I'll leave here now!"

Bao was even more surprised in his heart.

After the battle for the immortality, unless it is at the level of a true immortal, it is impossible to calculate. Does this man seem to be able to know it before?

This should be a unique technique in the Yinmen. In fact, it is not a divine calculation. It only has some sense when it is related to one's own safety and future, and it is very vague and inaccurate.

Just like some ordinary people also have a sixth sense, and when they see someone and something, they will feel something.

It’s like some Buddhist monks who can roughly sense the time of their passing without divination.

Seeing the man and woman leaving in a panic, and not even having time to pack up the package, the bag secretly split a thread of thought and tied it to the man.

Now that the Yin Shen has achieved a small success, he has already had the means to rely on his spiritual thoughts and follow him thousands of miles away, but this method can only be used for people whose cultivation is far lower than that of him.

This man from the Yin Gate is an ordinary body, and he still has no idea what he has put his mind on.
Chapter completed!