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Chapter 258: Transform into soul and dissipate resentment

Many pirates retreated hastily, leaving behind countless corpses and seriously injuring their companions.

The life style of licking blood from the edge of a knife has made the pirates attack in groups when fighting against the wind, and they are extremely brave. Once the situation goes wrong, they immediately become a mob scrambling for their lives.

The pirate leader, nicknamed "Tailor Wang," threw a few words from a distance as a warning.

"The smelly Taoist priest will leave his name if he has the talent. The gift given today will be rewarded generously in the future!"

Chen Mou ignored it and flew towards the ship.

In the air five miles away from him, the thin black boy was entangled with three fleeing pirates and suddenly opened his mouth as wide as possible.

"Roar", the sound wave vibrated and swept the three pirates in a semi-fan shape. Except for a demon cultivator two hundred feet away who saw the opportunity quickly and escaped with his life, the other two were not so lucky.

After holding on for three breaths amidst the huge roar, blood surged from his seven orifices, his eyes exploded and fell towards the sea waves below.

The black and thin boy stopped his voice and leapt forward, and a series of afterimages appeared in the air. His claws stretched out like sharp blades, and he swiped across them twice quickly, killing the two pirates who had been severely injured. He quickly collected the loot with his hands and feet.

Chen Mou's lips curled up slightly, where did the little guy learn this method?

Madam Xin and two Yuanying monks with torn robes flew over and thanked her.

It rarely happens that three powerful pirate groups, tens of thousands of miles apart, join forces to commit robberies. This time they were unlucky enough to encounter each other. Fortunately, they had been warned in advance, otherwise they would have been in big trouble.

Earlier, I had a shocking glimpse and saw Daozhang Chen rushing out of the boat and killing the demon scorpion more than ten miles away. It was only a matter of three or five breaths.

That punch hit the one-eyed wolf from the front, which was really powerful.

No wonder the ancestor treated this distinguished guest with great courtesy?
They would not ask where the Taoist Master had taken such a huge demon scorpion, and they would turn a blind eye when the skinny black boy revealed the demon scorpion's heel.

Chen Mou said a few polite words and returned to the top of the ship with the skinny black boy.

The envious and respectful looks of many monks on board made the skinny black boy a little overwhelmed and he quickly retreated.

The thin black boy held several storage bags, magic weapons and the like in his hands and raised them above his head to offer them to his master.

Chen Mou accepted one piece of golden beads and gave the others back to Yuan Tiao. This is the rule of the demon clan. As the master, everything about the black and thin boy belongs to him, including his life.

"Thank you master!"

Yuan Ti happily played with the storage bag.

After a short time, the mark was rubbed away, and the items in the three bags were poured onto the ground, making a messy pile.

Chen Mou walked to the pavilion, took out the book and read it.

Yuan Cao quickly dropped the pile of items and made a fire to make tea. He had learned how to serve his master, although he was still a little careless and careless.

In the afternoon of the same day, Mrs. Xin came to the door with a gift and expressed her gratitude again. The masters sent by the sect had already arrived.

The rest of the voyage went smoothly with no further setbacks.

Arriving at Canghaiya Ferry at the southwest end of Xuanzhou, Chen Mou took Yuan Tiao away. They traveled all the way, ate and slept in the open air, and occasionally went in and out of foreign cities and towns to taste different customs.

He intentionally revealed a trace of the distinctive aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if there was a fight between two groups of idiotic cultivators, everything would be calm immediately and everyone would look down upon him.

Wherever he goes, there is pure land, and wherever he looks, he is greeted with kindness.

He didn't deliberately pretend to be a low-level monk, causing people to rob and then rob again. It was too boring.

Few people can stop considering the evil of human nature.

After a long journey for more than a month, the two came to a barren land at the southeastern end.

The barren mountains are desolate, the rocks are lifeless gray-white, and the ground seems to be covered with a thin mist.

Flying slowly at low altitude, about a hundred miles later, the rocky ground that was not covered by the floating soil took on the shape of glass, and one could vaguely detect the evil spirit and coldness emanating from the ground. Qingtong's anger when he destroyed Guanhai Pavilion, the largest sect in Xuanzhou, was evident. A spot.

Chen Mou had an expressionless face. He was fulfilling the responsibility of a descendant of the Tongtian lineage and finishing all the things left behind by Qingtong's revenge.

Flying to the dilapidated mountaintop that was trampled and completely burned, looking like colorful glass.

After observing and circling this area for a long time, Chen Mou held the Heavenly Jade Bi in his left hand, fell to a mountain covered with mud and dust, and recited the "Soul Transformation Curse" he learned from the Jade Bi.After he turned on the silver light spots on the surface of the jade, he learned many new secret techniques of the Heavenly Lineage.

After Qingtong killed several god-transformation masters from Guanhai Pavilion and a group of Nascent Soul and Golden Elixir monks, he used secret techniques to collect and extract the souls, suppressed them under the hill with secret techniques, and tortured them for a long time.

This area, which is four to five hundred miles in radius, is desolate and lacks vitality.

Those who don't understand the method, even fifth-level masters can't resolve it.

This is the reason why this place has remained deserted for so many years.

Previous attempts have been made, but if they were a little careless, they would be entangled in the secret method. In the least case, their cultivation level would be damaged. In the worst case, they would be haunted by a soul curse, and their skin would peel off even if they don't die.

Over time, no one dared to approach this ominous place easily.

There are many records of secrets in the classics. After Chen Mou read them, and combined with what he learned, he realized that the person who tied the bell must also be tied to untie the bell.

More than 3000 years have passed, and it is time for peace to return to this world.

As Chen Mou recited the method, the fog on the ground rose and gathered in the sky, gradually forming a gray scene that blocked the sky.

It caused a reaction in the area hundreds of miles away, with the dark wind howling and the mist billowing.

Chen Mou sighed slightly in his heart. If he didn't come here to resolve the accumulation of such strong grievances, it would eventually lead to a catastrophe. He flew fifty feet in the air and put his left toe down and his right hand upright. Weird pinching gesture.

Say hello to Lao Yuan from Liujia Pavilion.

Guide the Yin Qi here to leak to the stone tablet on Luofenpo Island.

Yuan Tiao did not dare to approach when he was three hundred feet away. He watched the Yin Qi from all directions gather into gray-black color and swirl into a large whirlpool about ten feet above the tip of his master's hand.

Such magical power is astonishing.

Yuan Tiao suddenly turned his head and looked to the west. After thinking about it, he walked over to stop the two of them.

"The master is doing this, fellow Taoists, please don't come near."

He is not good at words and has a firm attitude.

This place caused a celestial movement, alarming the sect forces thousands of miles away. The only ones who dared to fly into this forbidden area to check it out were at least Nascent Soul monks.

The two of them looked carefully at the thin black boy, seeing through his concealed identity as a demon monkey, and then looked at the blurry figure surging down in the wind and clouds ten miles away. One of them asked: "What is your master's name? Where does he come from?"

Yuan Tiao said: "I can't tell you."

Another person was observing the movements over there and stopped his companions from continuing to ask questions. The monster was stubborn and couldn't find any clues. With his eyes, he could see that the person was casting a spell to resolve the poisonous curse here. At this time, don't It's better to have conflicts.

"Let's wait and see. That person is definitely a master. The seniors from Tianxuan Mountain will be here soon."

"That person's aura is unfamiliar. He appears to be in the late stage of Nascent Soul. He dares to cast spells in a forbidden area. I don't know where he came from?"

"It's not like us Xuanzhou monks."

The two stepped back a distance and discussed over the sound transmission.

More than a quarter of an hour passed, and suddenly a "bang" was heard.

The mountain on the ground exploded, rock fragments flew up and smashed, and the huge impact hit. Chen Mou did not care about the interruption of the spell, and dodged to avoid it dozens of feet away.

A gurgling icy cold air emerged from the dark cave entrance, and a gloomy ghostly aura turned into a ferocious ghost shadow. Two green rays of light stared closely at the Taoist priest, full of hatred and hostility.

The chaotic gray atmosphere in the air swarmed towards the ghost.

"The fourth-level ghost ghost...the Taoist priest released the ghost ghost!"

Two people in the distance screamed, retreated quickly, and waved to send out a distress call.

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(End of this chapter)