Chapter 11
With the loss of spiritual power, Yi Zhonglou became impatient and became more and more impatient. The breath was chaotic, and in the end, he couldn't even gather spiritual energy anymore.
After midnight, he had to give up healing and check his body instead.
If the aura cannot be aroused, it must be a problem with the meridian tendons or the spiritual mansion. If the meridian tendons are injured, there is still a chance for recuperation, but if the spiritual mansion is injured, it is impossible to forge golden pills. Although he is destined not to form an alchemy, his mission has not been completed, and his weak strength is a problem after all.
If the strength of this body was deeper, he would not have suffered a disadvantage last night.
Yi Zhonglou narrowed his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision, he touched the altar lightly with his sword fingers to check his body. The spiritual power swam around in the body, unimpeded.
Jingjin Lingfu is good, he breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth again.
However, the collected aura is still the same as the previous few times. Once it pours into the body, it will be lost inexplicably, and he can't absorb even a ray of aura.
Yi Chonglou was confused, and his slender brows were serious.
He hung his eyes and pondered. After a while, perhaps he had made some kind of decision. He sat down cross-legged again, and made a complicated gesture with the fingers resting on both knees.
In the empty room, a wisp of mist slowly emerged.
This wisp of mist was originally as thin as smoke, but as he entered into meditation, the mist became heavier and heavier, and finally, it was so thick that it blocked all sight.
"Call me out, have you decided?" There was no sorrow or joy, a cold voice like an ice cone sounded in the room.
It seemed that only Yi Chonglou could hear this sound, and Sha Zhou, who was always vigilant across the wall, was completely unaware of the strange situation here.
The person in the dense fog is just a phantom, whose appearance is vague and indistinct. Only those eyes resembled Yi Chonglou.
"The plan failed. She has never absorbed the power of the Demon Lord, and she seems to have changed after she came out of the thunder calamity. If I stay, it may affect the plan." Yi Chonglou nodded, watching the figure.
"Since that's the case, create a demon for her, and then return. As long as the demon is not eliminated, she will never be able to break free from the shackles of her soul consciousness." One person and one shadow met their eyes and communicated with their consciousness. After a while,
phantom Then it sank into Yi Zhonglou's forehead.
As the phantom disappeared, Yi Zhonglou gradually began to climb with a breath of air all over his body.
The man who was obviously seriously injured and had a vain breath recovered in the blink of an eye. Not only that, since the original owner, Sha Zhou, had stopped at the initial stage of foundation establishment when he first met him, he also jumped forward a lot in a strange way, and stopped firmly at the completion of foundation establishment in an instant.
Shazhou, who had drawn five upper-grade talismans, was adjusting his breath and energy, and was about to resume work after a short recovery. Unexpectedly, the sudden rising breath from the next door brought her back to her senses while she was meditating.
She turned her head in astonishment, and Wu Tong looked at the wall in shock.
While watching, he snapped his fingers and quickly brought back the twelve little paper figurines that had been released.
After receiving the order, the twelve paper figurines passed through the wall, and one was quite a few, and all ran back to the room.
As soon as they came back, the twelve paper figurines climbed onto the table as if they were climbing a big tree.
Sha Zhou got up, walked to the table, his clear eyes fixed on the twelve paper figurines. After pondering for a while, she took out three sticks of incense, slid her white palm along the three sticks of incense, and wiped off all the incense ash, then waved her hand and threw the incense ash all over the twelve paper figurines.
As the incense ash fell, her red lips parted slightly, and a series of murmurs came out of her mouth.
Following the whispering sound, the twelve paper figurines immediately started dancing.
Sha Zhou's eyes were as deep as water, watching the movements of the twelve paper figurines, and when the murmurs ended, Sha Zhou almost knew what happened next door.
But because there is no voice dialogue, I only know a rough idea.
Sha Zhou meditated and sat on the stool.
A breath of soul...
a person who was seriously injured, but healed instantly and his strength increased greatly...
There are quite a lot of secrets about Yi Chonglou, the original owner has been with him for six years, how could he know nothing about it.
Is he hiding too deeply, or the original owner is too stupid?
This person is too dangerous... It will be a disaster if you stay there, no, you have to get rid of him quickly.
Sha Zhou sealed the room again with the Five Prison Town House Talisman, and then released the coffin.
"Master, are you better?" Sha Zhou knocked on the coffin.
Inside the coffin, there was a low, muffled sound like grinding sand. Sha Zhou heard the sound, opened the coffin, and threw a paper figurine over.
Sha Rui, whose body was stiff, swallowed the paper figurine as soon as he sat up.
This paper figurine has absorbed a lot of aura drawn by Yi Zhonglou. For Sha Rui, who has become a zombie, both yin and aura are great tonics. can swallow.
"Chichi—no problem, how was the situation last night, is Yi Chonglou dead?" Sha Rui exhaled a cloud of turbid air, and his eyes fell on the two chicken legs on the table.
"Not dead, not only not dead, but his strength has also increased." Sha Zhou carried the chicken leg on the table to the coffin, lit a stick of incense, and enshrined the chicken leg on it.
Sha Zhou asked the shopkeeper for chicken legs earlier, not for herself, but for her master.
Her master didn't have any hobbies in his life, he just liked to eat chicken legs and drink a few ounces of wine... He has turned himself into a zombie now, and it is even more impossible for Shazhou to deprive him of his hobbies.
Sha Zhou leaned against the edge of the coffin: "Master, I remember that Patriarch Mo Qing collected a lot of coffins, including a soul-locking coffin, is that coffin still there?" "
Chichi—why do you want that coffin?" Sha Zai gnawed on the chicken leg stiffly, staring at Sha Zhou with his small eyes.
Although Sha Rui has become a zombie, his body shape is similar to that of a living person, and even his appearance has not changed. Before he died, he was a blessed little old man, chubby, because his face was relatively fat, and his eyes, which were obviously not small, were squeezed down.
"Yi Chonglou regained his strength inexplicably. We may not be able to defeat him. Our lineage is best at training corpses and souls. I want to draw his soul and lock his soul into a coffin. The soul is in my hands Here, let me see how he can mess with me."
In the early foundation establishment period, Yi Zhonglou, she and her master joined forces, and could kill people to death. It is already a high-level Yizhong building with a high-level foundation, and the front is just right, but they can't fight to death no matter what.
Therefore, we have to change the method.
"Chichi—you don't seem to practice your soul drawing very well. If you make a mistake... Chichichi!!!"
Halfway through Sha Rui's words, the chichi sound suddenly stuck in his throat.
Can't go up, can't go down.
"Master, take it easy, you think you are still as flexible as before."
Sha Zhou heard half of the voice, and couldn't translate the chugging sound behind her. When she lowered her head, she saw the master sitting in the coffin, Holding his throat, he was out of breath.
If it wasn't for the zombie, it wouldn't be possible for him to blush, and he wouldn't be choked, otherwise, his face would turn red right now.
Sha Zhou's brows twitched, and he hurriedly pointed together, and pressed hard an inch above his Adam's apple.
The chicken bone that stuck Sha Rui returned to his mouth with a whimper.
Sha Rui spat out the bones slowly: "Hasn't it been a long time since I ate this? A few years ago, I practiced eating corpses, and I never touched anything except the incense candles you enshrined." "I'll settle down later.
" Come down, I will cook chicken legs for you every day." Sha Zhou patted Sha Rui on the back to help him breathe.
Of course, zombies have nothing to live with.
This is just a matter of habit. During the period before Sha Rui's death, he often choked on food, and every time he was angry, Sha Zhou would obediently give him back.
"Well, after getting rid of Yi Chonglou, you can find a place to settle down. After the battle last night, as a teacher, I can tell that the people in this world are too powerful. Settle down and practice hard. When you have strength, Only then can you protect yourself.” Sha Rui said earnestly, and continued to eat chicken legs leisurely.
After becoming a zombie, Sha Zhou doesn't know if eating chicken legs tastes good.
Seeing him eating with gusto, Sha Zhou felt a little uncomfortable.
She felt that it was her fault for not enshrining Master well.
"Get ready. I'll go to Moqing Patriarch to get the soul-locking coffin. The small boat is as good as it can be. It's best if you can lock it in. If you can't, don't be brave. Wait for the ancestors to get used to the spiritual energy and go out of the sleeping place." He won't have a chance to jump around." After gnawing on the chicken leg, a layer of blue light shone on Sha Rui's body, and his body disappeared into the coffin.
The Patriarch Moqing mentioned by Sha Zhou's master and apprentice was one of the six corpses in the coffin. This patriarch had a hobby, that is, he liked to collect coffins.
This soul-locking coffin was created after he became immortal.
He tried it himself, locked his soul in the coffin, and almost couldn't get it out. In the end, it was Yujie Patriarch who broke the spell on the soul-locking coffin and got him out.
Sha Rui went to Moqing's sleeping place, Sha Zhou turned around and began to draw the talisman again.
Now that he was going to draw the soul to lock Yi Chonglou's soul, then Sha Zhou drew a talisman, which would naturally no longer be an attack talisman, but a talisman that specifically aimed at the soul of the god and the soul.
All the deceitful things were prepared neatly, and the next day, when the sky was dim and bright, Yi Chonglou couldn't wait to knock on Sha Zhou's door, urging her to go on the road.
When Sha Zhou left the room, he took a few realistic glances at Yi Zhonglou.
It's impossible not to look at it. After one night, not only his injuries were completely healed, but his cultivation level had also improved, and even the sword wound on his face disappeared completely. Such a big change, if she still can't see it at all, with Yi Zhonglou's suspicion, maybe how suspicious she will be.
Yi Zhonglou paid attention to Sha Zhou's cheek with obscure eyes, and then told Sha Zhou that he was blessed by misfortune, and when he was seriously injured, he broke through his cultivation level during the healing process. Now he is in good condition and can go on his way. He looked very vaguely, and there seemed to be something brewing in the bottom of his pupils. As if he didn't see him, Sha Zhou pretended not to doubt him, congratulated him with a smile, and left the inn. After getting on the flying sword, Sha Zhou's heart sank. She always felt that Yi Chonglou's look at her just now meant nothing. Damn, this scumbag must be thinking of how to fuck her. Come on, let's hurt each other. Let's see who cheated whom in the end. Sha Zhou lowered his brows, thinking about how to hide the building, the method was still brewing in his mind, at the southern edge of the sky, several black figures approached very quickly with the intention of boundless killing. Before the person arrives, the coercion has already arrived. The gust of wind suddenly blew up, making it difficult for people to open their eyes. Sha Zhou collected himself, and then he saw clearly who were approaching. What came was a team of cultivators who belonged to the Foundation Establishment Stage. They are uniformly dressed, only wearing the most common black cloth, except for a black crown and hair on their heads, there is no decoration on their bodies. "Death Guards of Moruo Palace..." Yi Chonglou, who was walking forward with Yujian, groaned when he saw these people. "Ah—Mo Luo Palace?" Sha Zhou's pale face became numb when he heard the Death Guard of Mo Luo Palace. With such a strong aura as soon as he appeared on the stage, it was just looking for trouble. Gan! The lunatics of Mo Luo Palace, wouldn't they blame her for the disappearance of their palace lord? ? Speaking of which, is the demon king missing or dead? Could the corpse in her coffin belong to that unlucky Demon Lord? The author has something to say: Dear friends, this article has been renamed.
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