Chang Jin said it was right. Perhaps these walking corpses were a bit incredible to ordinary humans. But they were not afraid in front of those capable people. At least, many of them had the experience of killing monsters.

Immediately, someone replied loudly: "Kill them all." Someone encouraged them, and everyone was filled with blood and responded.

The four people in Chang Jin led the way, and the remaining talented people followed closely behind. In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the ghost army again.

When approaching these ghost soldiers, Chang Jin could more clearly sense their aura changes. The corpse seemed to have been completely eroded and penetrated by the dead Yin Qi, but the soul had not completely dissipated, and a trace of it remained in the head, so it could instinctively drive the body to move.

He sensed in his heart that his subordinates were not slow. When he rushed over, the long sword in his hand had been swung out, and the sword light was lit up. In a few breaths, more than a dozen corpses had been cut off by him.

The cut wounds were squeaking, and the black air was burned and refined in a moment.

It was different from ordinary ghosts. After the yin energy in the corpse was refined, Chang Jin actually felt that there were suddenly a lot of skeleton-shaped black smoke in his Nirvana Palace, and he let out a shrill scream, trying to swallow the red and green aura inside.

Before he could react, the divine seal suddenly shone with light, like a red sun, the true text entangled on it, burning burnt. The black fog suddenly had nowhere to hide in it, making a sizzling sound, and was quickly burned away.

Hey...what is going on? Sensing the changes in the Nirvana Palace, Chang Jin's sword momentum slowed down. When he killed the mermaid leader before, he felt that there was a difference in the resentment in the other party's body, but the resentment was too little at that time and it was impossible to understand it carefully. Now more than ten corpses were cut under the sword, and the resentment was more than several times larger, so Chang Jin's sensing was clearer.

I saw that the black mist was burned by the light of the divine seal, and it did not turn into nothingness, but produced several white air, as thin as cotton thread, and stood upright.

The light of the true text of the God Seal flashed again and was sucked into it in an instant.

At the same time, Chang Jin could feel a little more green on his head.

Can the resentment of the gods be turned into one's own use? The divine seal is so incredible... Chang Jin has no idea why this situation happened.

To be honest, from the original magic pen to the divine seal, although this treasure has always had the effect of protecting the master, his research is not deep. I don’t know where this thing came from and how it will eventually evolve.

Just as he was thinking, his mind suddenly became alert. Chang Jin hurriedly flashed his head, pulled his sword back, and slashed a sneak attacking corpse.

After standing still again, he realized that he was on the battlefield now, and it was not the time to study the divine seal. It would be better to wait until the matter is finished...

The heavy rain had stopped, but the black fog around the military tent became thicker and thicker, and even the sound of a puff in the copper seal lamp in front of the military camp was also made.

At this moment, the remaining soldiers in the barracks gathered completely and stared at the black fog in the distance.

Yan Chixia is not a false statement. Chang Jin was determined to seek a sword, and the sword in his hand had reached its peak state. Every sword was swung, with an indescribable Taoist rhyme. The corpses blocked in front of him had no time to hide, but their bodies exploded. Then they had a part of the resentment of the divine way and fell into the Nirvana Palace.

Then it was extracted and purified by the true text of the God Seal, and merged with Chang Jin's own fortune.

Knowing that these corpses were of great benefit to him, Chang Jin's subordinates were not slow to act. They killed all the way, and there were hundreds of corpses under him in a moment.

Seeing his continuous power, Guangyi and others were also shocked. For them, these ghost soldiers were much more difficult to deal with than ordinary ghost soldiers. First of all, the bones were hard and they had to be killed with all their strength.

In addition, even if the bones are cut off, if the dead yin energy in the other party's body is not dispersed, the bones will suddenly kill people if they kill people if they are not dispersed.

Chang Jin was different. He held a sword in his hand and killed all the way. No matter how many corpses approached, as long as they were swept by the sword light, the skeletons would completely turn into ashes and could not be resurrected.

But seeing that Chang Jin was in the corpse army at this moment, his steps were light and free, his feet were twitching, and his sword light flew, as if countless arrows were shot out around him, and the corpses exploded one by one, like flowers blooming all the way, which was very magical.

This sword art has clearly become an extraordinary saint and has reached an extremely brilliant state. Even if you are not a cultivator, just with this sword technique, I am afraid that ordinary Taoists will not be his opponent.

Thirty or forty miles away, there is an island called Qiongshan Island, which is more than thirty miles long and more than ten miles wide. It is the main island of the seventy-two islands of the Blue Sand Sea. Qiongshan Island is fertile and densely covered with trees, which is extremely suitable for pirates to hide. In addition, it has fresh water, so those pirates in Fuyu Kingdom regard this place as their base camp.

There is also a temple built in the open area of ​​Qiongshan Island. If a monk here, he can see that the black fog above the temple is rolling at this moment, with a silence and destruction in it. However, this black fog is different from the ordinary evil spirit, but contains a certain kind of Taoist rhyme, and the light of faith surrounds it.

There is also a space open below the temple, which is made up of countless corpse skeletons. At this moment, a skeleton in a black robe was standing on the platform, with white joints holding a crystal ball the size of a bowl in both hands, and their eyes were covered with dark flames, staring at the scene displayed in the crystal ball.

The scene was the scene of the Middle Earth Taoist fighting against the corpse army that he had spawned.

Among them is a young Taoist, holding a sharp sword and waving it at will, but the body is destroyed.

When the black-robed skeleton saw this scene, he couldn't help but shout, "Damn it, I didn't expect that I was discovered by the monks from the Middle Earth Palace. It seems that I have to make some arrangements and I must not let them leave."

After one stick of incense, the corpse outside the military camp was killed.

The powerful people around them looked around with their swords, but they couldn't believe it. But soon, they cheered loudly.

It is indeed an amazing achievement to treat thousands of ghost troops with just a few dozen people.

At this time, Yu Qi also led the generals to express his gratitude. In the middle of the night, there was no time to celebrate, so everyone cheered and returned to the military tent to rest.

Chang Jin and Yan Chixia returned to the military tent, chatted for a few gossips and began to sit cross-legged.

As soon as he entered the meditation, he felt the true text of the divine seal jumping in the Nizhan Palace, and countless lights shining. Chang Jin hurriedly opened his eyes and called out anxiously: "Brother Yan, I have a lot of insights to fight tonight and I am about to break through the barrier. Can Brother Yan be willing to protect me?"

"Oh?" Yan Chixia then opened her eyes, was slightly stunned, and then nodded: "What's wrong?"

"We will leave the camp quickly. The military camp is too murderous, which is hindering its practice." After saying that, Chang Jin had already pressed his sword and stood up.

When he arrived outside the military tent, his body turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and floated more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye. A few ticks passed by the soldiers on the night and disappeared into the vast night. Yan Chixia followed closely behind.

No one knows the whole process at all.

Luoyan Island is only a few miles in a radius. The two of them ran to a dark area and stopped immediately. Chang Jin found a piece of Yu Jing's stone and sat down, bowed and said, "It's time for you to do it."

After saying that, he continued to enter into meditation. His consciousness was inward and he suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him changed. He was in the endless void, darkness and inexpressible, containing an indescribable Taoist rhyme.

Chang Jin encountered similar situations several times, but was not distracted, but just kept his spiritual consciousness and kept moving his hands.

With his movements, the divine seal in Nizhan Palace also began to change, and the true text was burning and constantly ejected dazzling light. When Chang Jinguan came, the darkness in front of him was suddenly replaced by stars. Then, the Taoist ancestor in a long robe appeared in front of him, and the golden light shone around him, neither sad nor happy.

Before he could see clearly, the ancestor's image flashed and turned into a Confucian saint again. The top of his head was full of literary energy, as if he had traveled through the layers of fog for thousands of years, and his eyes were staring at himself.

Originally, when practicing here, all kinds of projections would be destroyed, but Chang Jin no longer hesitated, as if he had a new choice.

"What is 'true,? The nature is. Return to the simplicity and the truth, and remove the false and retain the truth. The word "true" tells the full story of the true immortal."

As soon as this thought came out of his mind, he suddenly realized the projection in the void was destroyed and then turned into thousands of airflows. White, red, blue, yellow, gold, and even purple noble, black resentment, abuse, evil spirits, and evil spirits. All of these things appear one by one and are indescribable.

The air current was floating and rising, initially messy and complicated, and soon blended with each other, creating a shadow again, which was like Tao but not Tao, like Confucianism but not Confucianism, neither sad nor happy, and without worry.

Chang Jin looked around and felt that his spiritual consciousness seemed to be scraped by a steel knife and was about to dissipate.

He knew that it had reached the critical moment of breakthrough, so he endured this burning pain and did not dare to relax at all. As long as he relaxed a little, all previous efforts would turn into nothingness.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a sudden shock in the Nirvana Palace.

The projections of the illusion that Chang Jin's spiritual consciousness all disappeared, and a huge divine seal appeared in front of him again, suspended in the Nirvana Palace. The real text outside the divine seal was floating, densely packed, as small as a tadpole, as big as a fist, jumping happily, like a living thing.

Under the divine seal, the luck is boiling, like a pot of boiling water that has just been boiled, constantly surging upwards.

The red and white breath, incense and thought power, and the evil spirits began to flow to the divine seal. At first, it was like a trickle, and soon it was endless. Looking down, the divine seal was like a giant whale opening its mouth, constantly devouring the luck below.

Before I knew it, the luck below had completely disappeared and was included in the divine seal, and the true text floating outside was recondensed on it.

At this moment, Chang Jin suddenly felt something and hurriedly attached his spiritual consciousness to the seal.

With a "boom", a big bell seemed to ring in his spiritual consciousness. He only felt a shock in the Nirvana Palace, and then a breath rose into the sky. Its color was light yellow and as thick as a pillar of heaven.

Chang Jin opened his eyes and jumped up from the ground. He turned around and saw that Yan Chixia stood intently and looked at him in a little astonishment.

"Brother Yan, thank you"

"Yunsheng, you... have you succeeded?" Yan Chixia's shock quickly turned into surprise.

Looking at Chang Jin again at this moment, I found a rich light condensed in his body, which was so mysterious that it was indescribable that it could not be seen through.

"It's done" Chang Jin nodded and his face was filled with joy. He stopped in the realm of ghost immortals for a long time, but he didn't expect to realize the truth in a battle tonight and finally open up a new realm.
Chapter completed!