Taoist chanting

In the face of a real master, Zhang Wenfeng found that the eight trigrams soul talisman, small Huitian talisman, merit canopy, etc. on his body were useless at all.

His spirit left his body inexplicably, and was trapped in a boundless black mist.

He knew in his heart that he had fallen into some trick of the evil god and was in an extremely dangerous situation.

The mist was cold and cold, even worse than the Netherland he had been to back then. It always eroded the vague shadow of his soul floating in the air, and there was also a ubiquitous cold light, which made his fragile spirit even worse.

He couldn't use the Ming Qi ring on his left index finger to call Bai Wuchang, and he couldn't even find where his body was.

He can't use all the abilities, no, he can still chant sutras!
Zhang Wenfeng was ups and downs in the boundless torment, and he was so cold that he almost lost his sanity. With a little Taoism, there was a faint flash of light in the trance. He tried his best to resist the tide of sleepiness and the idea of ​​giving up, and subconsciously recited the Introductory Sutra of the Last World The article "Clear Heart Jue", which is too complicated, he must not be able to finish it. It is just a few sentences, and it took a long time to finish it intermittently.

Over and over again, after an unknown number of times, he slowly regained consciousness.

The cold wind howled and blew, like a bone-scraping knife, ravaging his thin and blurred soul.

For the first time, Zhang Wenfeng had such a clear perception of extreme coldness.

The bone-cutting cold, the ice piercing the soul.

He vaguely heard the cracking sound of the soul being frozen, and he didn't know if he was hallucinating, so he restrained himself and huddled into a ball and said silently:
"A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are not disturbed. Sitting alone in a secluded place, singing the qin with a long whistle, it is refreshing and cures the root cause. Going straight to the body, the nature is the best, and the way is natural!"

It's not as good as how many times it has passed, the blurred shadow is still floating in the increasingly violent cold wind.

There is no annihilation, persist as before, but become more condensed and firm.

Finally, the wind stopped, and a huge blurry figure suddenly appeared beside the tortured soul of Guanzhu Zhang, condescendingly looking down at the delicious food that Ren Zai Renjiao could enjoy freely, and the rest was pure essence, Luo Moxie let out a satisfied "hahaha "laughing out loud.

I was bored, received a request for sacrifice on a whim, and projected the lower realm with a split soul. I thought I would eat something casually, but I didn't expect to meet a soul that surprised him. If you meet one, call him lucky to meet him.

He was convinced that it was a small chance that heaven favored and rewarded him because he had been full of evil in his life.

How could he be willing to attack with all his strength and damage the little Taoist priest's body.

Wanxu completely devours and integrates, accepts the merits and virtues of the little Taoist priest, and does more good deeds in the lower realm to cultivate and strengthen the merits. He cultivates the unity of demons and gods, which will be of great benefit to his deity in the upper realm in the future.

"It's perfect, you have to savor it slowly, sip by sip."

Luo Mo Xie Shen talked to himself, as if speaking to the little soul shadow who was suppressed and could not move. He opened his mouth and sucked lightly at the soul shadow, and a ray of warm and soft colored light flew into his mouth.

He was stunned, not like this, suddenly the whole figure collapsed, the black mist surged, and the roar was like thunder.

"Bastard, you are a succubus, when did you come in?"

The Luo Mo evil god seemed to have swallowed a bunch of disgusting maggots and flies, and he was so angry that he was biting each other with the entangled colored lights. He couldn't figure out how this nasty succubi could hide from his perception. Come in?…

Without a body, without a god attached to them, they devour each other and fight each other with their soul power, which is actually quite a dangerous thing.

He didn't understand why the succubus in front of him, who was slightly weaker than him, had lost his mind and wanted to break in to fight him desperately. He was an expert at playing with souls, using all kinds of tricks and tricks. You can only deal with rookies like little Taoists, and fighting with the succubus will only delay your chances.

"Hurry up and read the Taoist mantra, help me, why are you just staring blankly!"

Yumeng let out a painful roar.

The soul is biting, the **** is disgusting and painful, and it has been many years since they have fought naked like this.

Life and death together, when Daoist Zhang was in crisis, he had a feeling in his heart from sleeping
If he wakes up in the middle of nowhere, he will be killed and eaten by Luo Mo evil god if he doesn't wake up in a daze. He lurks and dare not communicate with Zhang Daochang who is close at hand. If Luo Mo notices, the two of them will really die together.

After a long time, he met a Taoist cultivator who was able to help him. After more than half a year of washing scriptures and chanting, although his cultivation base has declined, his soul power has been completely reborn, allowing him to see the dawn of hope .

If Luo Mo, who is born and damned, wants to make trouble with him, then there is nothing to say, fuck it.

He has no other means now, so everyone is naked and biting with their souls.

What a fucking pain.

Zhang Wenfeng admits heartily that the sudden ascension from the Bitter Cold Hell to the Bliss Immortal Realm, the surprise came too suddenly, and he needs a few breaths to digest and react. He doesn't know from which bump the old man Mengmei came out, but he is so powerful.

Being able to bite into a ball with the tyrannical and terrifying evil god without losing the wind.

He underestimated this old man who tried his best to force him to make a covenant to live and die together. It seems that he has the secret of the Yin soldier talisman for the dead ghost, but he can't hide it from Yumengchang?
Hearing the urging reminder from the old man Mengmei, he silently recited word by word:
"Pro, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Formation, Column, Front, Line."

Ever since he appeared in the strange misty space, his thought power could no longer be used. After he finished reciting the mantra in a specific rhythm, there was a faint wave of thought power around him, and he was overjoyed that he finally had the power to fight back.

Repeating the nine-character mantra silently over and over again, the seemingly vast and boundless black mist surged violently, filled with invisible thought power everywhere, and it has become accustomed to Yu Mengchang, and he is like a fish in water in the washing of thought power.

The Luo Mo evil god, who was mighty before, is now howling in pain.

Thought power is invisible like a soul-cutting knife, every mantra will shatter a trace of the soul power of the evil god who is cocooning himself, and he is born with wandering dreams, biting and entangled, and he can't escape the god's domain he arranged.

The evil god wanted to kill the stinky Taoist priest who was chanting scriptures several times, but he couldn't get close to the Taoist priest.

The mantra governs merit, and the boy's soul shadow has a vain canopy of merit.

Each mantra has a faint merit, and its power is multiplied. Luo Moxie wants to escape but can't escape. It is no longer possible to bite the dream demon, and it grows weaker and shrinks as it growls.

The weak eat the strong, and the soul eater eats it forever.

No one will sympathize with him.

"Fellow Daoist, let's stay on the front line so that we can meet each other in the future, so why do you have to do everything?"

"Fellow Daoist, if you don't stop here, I swear that I won't pursue today's grievances. How about we go our separate ways?"...

"The forces in the upper world are intertwined, and with the potential of fellow Taoists, sooner or later they will ascend to the top."

Cthulhu Luo Mo was struggling and wanted to use verbal threats to let the succubus, who had the upper hand, let him go.

Youmengchang went through all the hardships and came here to eat, enjoy a rare soul power from the upper world, soaring with joy, so he has no time to pay attention to the evil god's pleadings, submissiveness and secret poking threats.

Is he Meng Mei who is afraid of threats?
He has a way to erase most of the traces of cause and effect, unless his brain is flooded, he will let the evil spirits who have already vengeance go back.

If the evil god gains the upper hand, will he be polite to him and ask him about the origin of his heel?
Ah bah, the most despised guy who bullies the weak and is afraid of being stubborn!
He didn't misread Taoist Zhang's potential, and he understood the mystery of the mantra to control merit so quickly.

The evil god was devoured, and the black mist was swept away by Yumengchang.

"Hahaha, happy, it's been a long time since I've had such a good fight with people, today's fun, eat and wipe off the hiccups!"

You Mengchang was a bit overwhelmed, his pure soul power was not inferior to that strand of evil god's soul that came to the lower realm, but his current cultivation level was not enough, and the evil god had eaten too many miscellaneous soul essence blood, he devoured them all in one go , too full, it takes a lot of time to slowly digest and absorb.

Fortunately, there is Taoist Zhang who recites scriptures every day, who can help him remove impurities and save him a lot of trouble.

The life and death contract signed with Taoist Zhang is a long-term contract.

Big deal.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the much thicker old man Meng Mei's soul, and asked with a smile, "Are you Meng Mei or the Dream Demon?"

"Uh, it's the same thing, it's just called differently."

Seeing that the Taoist didn't believe it, You Meng said: "In ancient times, the Mengmei clan devoured souls unscrupulously, and fell into the notoriety of a succubus. In fact, it's just a different choice."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't bother with this question, and continued to ask: "Five thousand years ago, You Daoist, it seemed that his cultivation was not only at the sixth level?"

An evil god who can project the lower realm with split souls must be at least level seven.

In this special environment, You Mengchang was able to compete with the evil god with his soul power, and he doubted You Mengchang's strength in his heart. It seems that this old guy didn't have a word of truth?
He's not such a fool.
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