The Bad Man's Ride

Chapter 3
after seven days
"Hahahahahahahaha, it really deserves to be the magical ghost art that I know, it really lives up to its reputation."

This icy and bone-chilling voice slowly sounded from under the dungeon, and people who heard this voice seemed to feel a cold breath blowing towards their faces.

Li Zhu stood up slowly from the coffin, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth bit by bit with his hands, and swallowed down his throat for the last time, Li Zhu's body was covered with black tattoos like evil ghosts. It looks extremely infiltrating.

The ghost-like pattern on the back is exactly the same as the image of the child before, and there is a black mark on the forehead. Now he knows that this is the Kan hexagram, which belongs to water in the Eight Diagrams.

Li Zhu picked up the parchment again and moved it lightly with his hands, watching the parchment disintegrate into pieces and dissipate in the space.

"This is the power of the Ghost Meridian Jue. After only seven days of practicing it, I reached the initial stage of the Great Heaven. But the time is too short. This is not the best time to practice the Ghost Meridian. Otherwise, I will directly break the Great Heaven. What's wrong with strength at the next level."

"The Nine Heavens Ghost Vein Jue really has a powerful ability. When I master it thoroughly, it is not impossible to make people live forever or return the dead to life." Li Zhu, who has initially mastered the Ghost Vein Jue, feels more and more about the ghost meridian. The mystery of the tactic is unfathomable.

"I just don't know which one is stronger, the Ghost Vein Art or the bad-looking Tian Gang Art." Li Zhu waved his hand lightly, and the coffin lid that fell on the ground was replaced with the empty coffin.

Li Zhu's doubts have not been dispelled, but he still can't figure out why the ghost pulse formula and "he" appear in this place, but is it important?No, it's not important, the important thing is that Li Zhuche, the ninth son of Emperor Li Ye of Tang Dynasty, survived completely.

Li Zhu felt the power that had never appeared in his body, and his heart gradually calmed down. Now it is time to leave this dungeon, but after a while, his figure appeared on the top of Jiaolan Palace, standing here , Seeing that this is not everything he is familiar with below, he couldn't help laughing, and then the figure flashed and left here.

After two breaths, the figure of a dwarf appeared here.

"Strange, someone came here just now." The sharp baby voice sounded here, and Zhu Yougui, the emperor of the underworld, looked around suspiciously, "Maybe it's just my illusion, and no one will appear here at this time."

Li Zhu's figure had already appeared outside Luoyang City. The people on the road looked at him as if they had seen a ghost and ran away. Li Zhu couldn't help but went to a nearby small river and looked at the I murmured to myself: "Oh, it's me who looks like a ghost or a ghost, no wonder passers-by around here look like they've seen a ghost"

"Li Zhu, the ninth son of Emperor Li Ye of the Tang Dynasty, his fate has been completely changed. It seems that the world is going to be more chaotic." This voice came from the Cangbing Valley without any haste. Wearing a mask and a bamboo hat, he looked at Luoyang City in the distance, staring there with deep and dark eyes, and no one could guess what he was thinking in his heart.

Half a month later, Li Zhude's figure appeared in the city of Yuzhou. He wore a black mask on his face, was dressed in a black robe, and held a sword in his hand. is a quack,

But his 12-year-old thin figure makes people look nondescript, and Li Zhu doesn't pay attention to the whispers of the people around him. They are so lacking in style.

Anyway, Li Zhu himself thought so.He felt that he was more and more compatible with this ghost vein art, and his strength had also improved a little. He reckoned that he should have reached the peak of the early stage of the great heaven.

This city of Yuzhou can be regarded as a bit prosperous, at least he saw that the prosperous thousand-year-old capital is now incomparably depressed.

(End of this chapter)