lost book

Chapter 44
As Bai Liuli's fingers rested on Jiang Ping's forehead, a series of road maps of different shapes entered Jiang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness along with the scriptures. Compared with before, Bai Liuli's methods were more violent.

She didn't care about Jiang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness at all, whether she could accept so much information at once, and within a few breaths, Bai Liuli poured the magical powers of the entire article into Jiang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ah!" Jiang Ping screamed, suddenly so many things appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, a strong tingling pain hit Jiang Ping's nerves, the golden red light flashed in Jiang Ping's body, Jiang Ping's eyes became dark fiery red.

Groups of raging fires seemed to burn Jiang Ping's soul, reverberating in Jiang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness, "Om!" All the flames condensed together and sank into Jiang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

Bai Liuli didn't notice the change in Jiang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness. After doing all this, she withdrew her fingers, looked at Jiang Ping who was half kneeling on the ground and howling in pain, and said coldly, "The supernatural power has been passed on, and you and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. !"

"Ha! Hehehe...hahahahaha!" Jiang Ping held his aching head, lowered his head and smiled hysterically, "Nothing to do with it? The other one has nothing to do with it!" Jiang Ping suddenly raised his head, his red eyes He stared at Bai Liuli firmly.

"From today onwards, I, Jiang Ping, the ants in your eyes, have nothing to do with you, cut off the robe!" Jiang Ping looked cold, pulled up his robe and tore it hard, tearing off the tail of the robe.

"It's better to be like this!" Bai Liuli turned her back to Jiang Ping, her eyes became a little erratic, but she still said in a cold voice, the nine fox tails disappeared, and Bai Liuli flew directly to the sky without looking back.

Bai Liuli walked very freely. From the beginning to the end, Bai Liuli never looked back at Jiang Ping. Jiang Ping leaned against the wall with a wry smile on his lips. Logically speaking, Bai Liuli should be happy to leave him.

It's really unsafe for a vixen to follow him. Not only does he treat him as a mount every day, but he also absorbs his yang energy every day. In terms of emotion and reason, Bai Liuli's departure is a good thing for him.

But Jiang Ping just couldn't cheer up, probably because he regarded Bai Liuli as a friend, but she regarded him as an ant. This feeling of being trampled on his self-esteem was really hurtful.

"Thunder is coming!" An angry shout resounded from the sky above Qingyan County and even Qingli County. With the sound, thousands of dark clouds approached, and the thunder light flashed endlessly in the dark clouds.

"Thunderstorm! Exterminate the demon!" The roar sounded, and the dark cloud was instantly occupied by the thunder light, which slanted down. Just when the people below were feeling desperate, a jade fracture fan that covered the sky and the sun came out out of thin air.

Just a fan blew away the thunderclouds, Jiang Ping looked up, Bai Liuli skipped over his head again, and flew towards Anxin, which was completely opposite to Qingyan County, "Take it! If you have any difficulties in the future, you can Come to me... but only for one chance!"

When Bai Liuli passed by the house, he dropped a wooden token, and Jiang Ping's cold voice came into Jiang Ping's ears, "Oh, is this a charity?" Jiang Ping laughed at himself, and did not pick up the token on the ground. Pai, just looking at the direction Bai Liuli left.

Leiyun caught Bai Liuli's aura, and the thunder light in the dark cloud was subdued, and the dark cloud followed Bai Liuli to chase and kill, "Hey, have you heard? It seems that a great demon was born just now, that's why the thunder came from heaven! "There were conversations in twos and threes on the street.

It wasn't until Leiyun followed Bai Liuli that Jiang Ping came to his senses. The reason why she turned was probably to distract Leiyun away. Jiang Ping looked at the token on the ground, picked it up with a complicated expression, and put it in the storage in the bag.

"One day, I will find you! Ask about today's affairs face to face!" Jiang Ping's eyes were firm, and he calmed down. Jiang Ping looked around, and without the cover of the locust tree, the sun shone brightly in the courtyard, and the trees on the ground The alms bowl reflected golden light.

"Huh? Is that the alms bowl in the pagoda?" Jiang Ping saw the alms bowl on the ground, walked over curiously, held the alms bowl in his hands, and fixed his eyes, there was a young monk sitting cross-legged in the alms bowl, to be precise , is the soul of a young monk, sitting cross-legged in the bowl.

"This is it?" Jiang Ping separated a wisp of spiritual consciousness from the sea of ​​consciousness and probed into the bowl. The spiritual consciousness touched the soul inside, and the little monk sitting cross-legged suddenly caught Jiang Ping's spiritual consciousness and opened his mouth slightly. The mouth swallowed it directly, and Jiang Ping lost control of his spiritual consciousness in an instant.

"How is it possible? What is this thing? It can swallow spiritual consciousness!" Jiang Ping stared at the soul in the alms bowl in surprise, "Master, master!" A weak voice sounded in Jiang Ping's mind, "Who is it! Come out! "Jiang Ping looked around and found no one.

"Lord, master, I, I am inside!" This time the voice came directly from the alms bowl, Jiang Ping looked into the alms bowl, the little monk in the alms bowl was jumping and jumping inside, trying to jump out of the alms bowl come out.

Jiang Ping has never seen such a strange thing before. Jiang Ping curiously picked up the bowl and poured it down. He was more curious about whether it was possible to do this. He poured out the little monk inside, "Master, master, don't Shaking, I'm a little dizzy!" A mechanical voice sounded.

"Who the hell are you?" Jiang Ping communicated with the little monk with his spiritual sense, "I, I am, I don't have a name." The little monk replied bluntly, and Jiang Ping shook his head helplessly. Picked up a ghost who knows nothing?
Jiang Ping wanted to ask something, but when his spiritual sense penetrated into it and wanted to communicate with the little monk, the little monk had already collapsed on the futon in the bowl, and fell asleep soundly, completely different from the previous one. The deputy treasure looks solemn.

No matter how Jiang Ping used his spiritual sense to talk to the little monk, he didn't answer. Jiang Ping withdrew his spiritual sense helplessly. After walking a few steps, Jiang Ping suddenly kicked a broken bag, which was buried deep in the ground. If the locust tree hadn't disappeared I don't see it, and it is estimated that no one will find it.

"Xuanyin Ghost Controlling Art? Xuanyin Gathering Spiritual Sutra?" Jiang Ping dug out two books that were somewhat yellowed from the torn bag. Different from ordinary spells, this Xuanyin ghost control technique is extremely sinister.

To put it bluntly, it is the way to control the ghost. Of course, the formation of the ghost requires resentment, so most of the records in this book are some cruel methods to arouse the resentment of mortals. The cruelty of these methods has simply refreshed his three. view.

Punishments such as dismembering the body by five horses, putting the body in a frying pan, skinning and convulsions, etc. are all recorded in this book. Jiang Ping resisted the urge to destroy the book, and turned to the last few pages. The things recorded on the last few pages were not bad normal.

Generally speaking, there are some ways to control ghosts. "People have three souls and seven souls. Although the ghosts and seven souls are scattered, the three souls are still there. The seven souls are condensed by the three souls. They are ghosts. Controlling the three souls can control the gate of life. Control it!" A few short scriptures covered the essence of this spell.

Jiang Ping memorized the methods in the last few pages, and tore up the Xuanyin Ghost Controlling Technique without looking at the previous content. Jiang Ping thought he was not a good person, but in his opinion, this Xuanyin Ghost Controlling Technique The recorded things, except for that section of the method, the rest are scourges.

Jiang Ping picked up another Xuanyin Gathering Spiritual Sutra. This book records differently from the previous one. This book does not record the methods of human cultivation, but the methods of ghost cultivation. After reading the records , Jiang Ping finally understood.

Why did that old man become a soul eater? I think that the old man must have cultivated a ghost according to the technique recorded in the Xuanyin Ghost Control Technique, and then controlled the ghost with the method. After passing through the spiritual species locust tree here, cooperate with it. This mysterious yin gathering spirit technique.

It was only then that a powerful ghost was cultivated, but the old man was obviously not good at skills. When he raised it to the end, the ghost turned his back on the guest and occupied the old man's body. A monk who is good at practicing Qi, but because the body of this kind of ghost is basically immune to external attacks.

So it can be said that it is extremely difficult to deal with, the best way is to defeat his three souls, but ordinary innate warriors pay attention to the physical body, the soul is not strong, and the soul of ordinary Qi practitioners cannot match this terrifying ghost Bi, coupled with the protection of locust tree and stone tablet, Lifestealer will be almost invincible. If he hadn't met such a freak as Jiang Ping, he would not have ended up in such a disastrous end.

Jiang Ping inspected the Xuanyin Gathering Spirituality Technique, and put the book in a tattered storage bag. Jiang Ping sat cross-legged and visualized the picture of cutting vines, recovering his wasted spiritual consciousness. The true energy and spiritual consciousness, the sky is already approaching noon.

He took out the alms bowl from the storage bag and took a look. The little monk was still asleep. Jiang Ping reluctantly took the alms bowl back. He originally thought that if the soul regained consciousness, he could try the Xuanyin ghost control technique. Whether the practice has any effect, now it seems that this matter can only be postponed.

Although he has experienced many twists and turns along the way, Jiang Ping's purpose has not changed. The purpose of his trip is to find the blacksmith and ask him to forge an innate spiritual weapon for himself.

Walking out of the house, the long-lost sunshine shone on his face, Jiang Ping enjoyed this feeling very much, only at this moment did Jiang Ping feel that he is not in a cruel world, "Hey! That kid in front feels like I'm getting fucked Drive!" Along with the sound of horseshoes, Jiang Ping's thoughts were pulled back.

Jiang Ping frowned slightly. He hated others disturbing him at such a time. The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer. Jiang Ping had something on his mind and didn't bother to argue with them. He tiptoed lightly and jumped onto the roof beside him.

"Hahahaha, did you see that? That kid is like a monkey. If you tell him to avoid him, he really dodges!" The leader, a middle-aged man in a maroon coat, laughed loudly. Jiang Ping clearly saw , the people behind the middle-aged man all wore a logo on their clothes, a symbol he had seen before.

"Is it the symbol of the Sanjue League?" Jiang Pingdao, Jiang Ping had heard of the name of the Sanjue League. If Yipintang is a tiger in Pingyang County, then Yipintang is like a tiger in front of the Sanjuemeng. Just like a docile kitten.

Three Juemeng, founded in the name of sword, spear, sword, Sanjue, Sanjuemeng, if you want to become a hall master, you need at least the innate realm of cultivation, among which Sanjuemeng includes thirteen hall masters, three alliance masters, With 36 banner owners, this huge force cannot be provoked by Jiang Ping today.

The men and horses of the Sanjuemeng were running around in the slum alley, they didn't care about the people in the slum alley at all, the vegetable stalls were trampled to pieces by the horseshoes, and some civilians who had no time to dodge were trampled, the men and horses of the Sanjuemeng rode fast rushed out of the slum alley.

At the entrance of the poor alley, there were two children playing in the mud. The horse didn't show any intention of stopping, and went straight towards the two children. Jiang Ping saw it and told him intuitively that he should not care about this matter.

Although it may cause unnecessary trouble, Jiang Ping's heart is constantly appealing to him, so he can't just sit idly by.

(End of this chapter)