I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 82
Song Boyu's face was filled with joy. From now on, he had truly explored an effective way to force out the spiritual energy scattered in his body.

In other words, the shackles formed by Yin Lingqi on him will soon be broken, and his lifespan will not stop at 30 years old.

Although the body has been infected by Yin spirit energy for a long time, it will inevitably be damaged, but with the warmth and nourishment of pure Yang essence, the hidden injuries can be slowly recovered, and there is still a bright future waiting for him.

"Don't be in a hurry. You need to be calm when facing big events! Be slow and steady."

Song Boyu, who was extremely excited, took a slow and deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

After about a cup of tea, with a serious expression on his face, he pierced the skin again with the fine iron dagger in his hand, connecting the scattered veins.

Time passed quickly, and it was already dark in a blink of an eye. Xiu Niang waited anxiously outside, but did not dare to enter.

At this time, old man Wu Yan came back.He was not idle today. He went to several monks' shops and various small circle gatherings in the city to quietly inquire about the true situation of the corpse ghost face.

After going around for a while, I gained quite a lot. As expected, the zombie face had acted with his true identity. His name was Quan Xiangyue, and he claimed to be a casual cultivator. He looked ordinary.

It's just that when the blood moon dominated the sky, a large amount of the original liquid of the emperor's fluid was purchased, which once attracted the attention of some monks, but it quickly evaporated and disappeared.

When Wu Yan returned home, he was worried. He muttered in a low voice: "The Emperor's Liquid Slurry, Blood Moon Domination, Living Corpse Puppet, and the recent frequent corpse transformations seem to be related to a certain ritual recorded in ancient books?"

Xiuniang originally wanted to tell the old man about Song Boyu's situation, but when she saw Wu Yan sitting cross-legged as soon as he returned home, suspended in the air, with green smoke constantly coming out of his hand, and volumes of yellowish jade slips emerging, she did not dare to disturb her for a moment. But his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Wu Yan was completely immersed in his energy, and finally found the information he wanted from a miscellaneous book called "Su Yuanzhou Travels to Immortals".

This book of Travels to Immortals was written by an old monk named Su Yuanzhou.

Su Yuanzhou's life strength has been limited to the realm of divine travel. A hundred years ago, he traveled almost throughout the Dayu Dynasty. In Yuantuo Mansion, he encountered a major event. The whole clan of the local immortal clan planned a shocking change. The head of the family wanted to create the Heavenly Corpse Puppet Emperor. .

The bronze corpse puppet can be equivalent to the four realms of Yin Shen of monks. There are four corpse puppets: bronze corpse, bronze corpse general, bronze corpse king and bronze corpse emperor. The silver corpse puppet and gold corpse puppet on it are even more powerful. Invincible, even if Wu Yan encountered him, he would have no choice but to run away.

As for how tyrannical the Corpse Puppet Emperor was that day, no one knew. Su Yuanzhou could only sigh, borrowing the words of a certain powerful person, the Corpse Puppet Emperor was so powerful that he was as strong as gods and demons, and invincible in all directions.

In such a terrifying situation, Su Yuanzhou was able to survive because the powerful forces from the ten holy lands of the Immortal Dao came here, broke the ceremony of transforming into a corpse, and killed the entire Immortal Dao clan.

"The whole family of the Immortal Dao clan? Quan Xiangyue? Ghoul face?"

Wu Yan's eyes gradually brightened, and he felt as if he had figured out the life experience of the notorious evil cultivator Ghost Face.

Continuing to browse through the jade slips, Wu Yan saw the most important description.

If you want to become the Corpse Puppet Emperor, you must have enough emperor ooze, brew a large number of corpse transformations, absorb the resentment, and choose the moment when the yin and yang are exchanged to initiate the ceremony. As for whether there are other conditions, Su Yuanzhou believes that there must be. But he is unknown to outsiders.

Wu Yan's expression was grim. He knew a thing or two about corpse puppets. Copper Corpse, Copper Corpse General, Copper Corpse King, and Copper Corpse Emperor can raise corpses to improve their strength, but it's like the difference between ordinary casual monks and big sect monstrous monks , the same level may also vary widely.

If a bronze corpse puppet emperor is really raised, it will definitely be a disaster. I am afraid that no monk in the Yin Shen stage can match it, not even a veteran monk like him who is in the fourth realm!
"The time when yin and yang meet, the year begins again and again, and everything is renewed. Isn't it the time when the New Year's Eve and the first day of the lunar month meet again?"

His expression suddenly changed, he no longer sat cross-legged, looked at Xiu Niang and whispered: "Xiu Niang, where is Boyu? We must leave, and we must leave now!"

Xiu Niang frowned and said, "Brother, he is in seclusion in the bedroom. He said that no one is allowed to approach him. It's been a day and he hasn't come out yet."

Wu Yan paced anxiously, a white light flashed across his forehead, and he peered directly into the bedroom with his spiritual consciousness.

"Eh? How is this possible! This kid is really a martial arts wizard."

Wu Yan said nonsense, leaving Xiu Niang confused. Just as she was about to ask, Wu Yan pushed the door open and walked in.

At this time, Song Boyu was exposing his upper body, holding a short sword, and was about to thrust it into his chest.

When Xiuniang saw Song Boyu covered in wounds and bleeding, she couldn't help covering her mouth and exclaimed: "Brother, how could you kill yourself?"

Wu Yan stopped Xiuniang and said with a smile:
"He's not committing suicide, he's expelling the Yin Qi in his body, and he's already gained a lot!
Boyu, I really didn’t expect that you could cultivate Tongyang Jingqi to such an extent that it can rival ordinary spiritual Qi.

Your martial arts talent can be said to be rare in the world. "

Song Boyu smiled awkwardly. After struggling for a day, he had just expelled the Yin spirit energy from his limbs. At this time, it was quite inconvenient to do something to the trunk.

Some spiritual energy is hidden deep in the torso. If the sword is inserted into it, I am afraid that my life will be lost. I am thinking about quitting my work and going to forge an iron essence needle tomorrow. Unexpectedly, old man Wu Yan and Xiu Niang came in.

Wu Yan stretched out his hand to hold it, and Song Boyu felt that the dagger in his hand was out of control and flew directly into Wu Yan's hand.

"The finely forged iron sword is pretty good, and it's just right for you. It's just that it's too inefficient. I'll help you!"

A complex magic circle suddenly appeared in Wu Yan's hand, with brilliant light and raging flames. It melted the iron dagger in an instant and stretched it into hundreds of slender iron needles.

"go with!"

Wu Yan waved his hand directly, and the iron needle whizzed towards Song Boyu, instantly pricking Song Boyu into a hedgehog.

When Xiuniang saw this, she couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "Grandpa?"

Wu Yan smiled and said to Xiu Niang: "Don't be impatient, I have a sense of discretion."

Song Boyu had closed his eyes tightly at this time, and the energy all over his body was like a turbulent wave, pushing up layer by layer, instantly penetrating through the remaining meridians and acupuncture points.

The yin aura entrenched in the body was also directly shaken out of the body along the iron needle.

Some of them flew towards Wu Yan and Xiuniang.

Wu Yan had been prepared for a long time. At this time, he held his hands empty and directly immobilized all the Yin spirit energy, condensed it into a ball, and blasted it directly into the ground.

Then, he waved his hand again, and all the iron needles flew out of Song Boyu's body, merged into his hand, and turned into an iron ball.

The iron ball was melted and stretched by the hot flames, and soon turned into a dagger again.

Wu Yan exhaled a cold breath, and the dagger instantly solidified as if it had fallen into water.

Song Boyu opened his eyes, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and bowed his head and said: "Thank you, grandpa, for your help. Now the Yin spirit energy in my body is gone, and I have successfully entered the Great Perfection of Divine Power!"

Wu Yan threw the dagger to Song Boyu and said with a smile: "It's better to rely on yourself, I just pushed him.

If you haven't cultivated such pure essence, I won't be able to help you even if I want to.

Okay, enough words, it’s very dangerous now, let’s leave immediately! "

　Thanks to book friends Fat Again, Xiaoyao Chu Kuang, and bloodwalf for their tips!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)