Author: Hu Fujun

It was still the miserable scene with the rustling wind.

Not long after, Chen Heng stopped in front of a ghost village and the clouds came down.

The market at the entrance of the village is still bustling with people carrying burdens, making mats, selling flowers, blowing sugar... all of them, crowded together.

On the meat table a few feet away, several more monks had been tied up. Their limbs were all bloody and removed, and their vitality was completely gone. It was obvious that they could not withstand the erosion of the turbid yin after being seriously injured, and their brains were damaged. He cannot die any more.

The shirtless butcher ghost standing behind the meat case, his eyes were so hungry that they glowed green, and his foul-smelling saliva flowed down like a waterfall, and he couldn't stop it.

But that's it.

Faced with eating flesh and blood so close at hand, it still managed to endure it for some reason.

He just lowered his head and rubbed his hands together, mumbling to himself, until there were white bones between his palms.

Chen Heng looked at the group of stupid ghosts in front of him who had no intelligence and were like string puppets. He laughed inwardly, took a few steps forward, and walked into them.

In an instant, a chilling yin energy enveloped his body.

For a moment, the ghosts who were originally ignorant and ignorant, like stick-headed puppets, all became animated for a moment, and they all looked at him ferociously.

But seeing that Chen Heng's body was also full of ghost energy, he quickly retracted it and continued to look like he was enjoying himself before.

Seeing this, Chen Heng slowly took out a small gilt copper bell from the Qiankun bag and shook it slightly.

It's not a crisp and clean sound.

The beads inside the bell hit the uneven wall of the bell and rolled around again, producing a piercing sound that sounded like a rooster's crow or a woman's sharp cry.

The strange melody suddenly resounded throughout the ghost village.

The first to bear the brunt of this was the group of evil spirits at the market at the entrance of the village.

One after another, the ghosts turned their heads stiffly and turned around in unison, with expressions on their faces that looked like weeping, and were abnormally distorted.

Chen Heng did not stop and continued to ring the bell.

Finally, after three blasts, and with a roar of pain, the shirtless butcher next to the meat case was the first to kneel down and fall to the ground.

Bits and pieces.

Then a ghostly creature kowtowed vigorously.

Until a few interest rates later.

There is no one who can still stand up...

"Shan Hu Gong."

Chen Heng heard the shouts of these evil ghosts in unison.

He smiled slightly and put the bell back into his sleeve.

This bell is called the Yupou bell.

According to Song Rupu's words, the reason why spirit ghosts like Miss Yue can control this group of ignorant ghosts is because they use a secret technique that does not belong to the ghost way.

They need to first refine the flesh and blood of a living person with a slow fire in a furnace, burn the incantation, and refine it into a medicine man. Then the medicine man is thrown out as bait and allowed to be eaten by these evil ghosts.

As for Zhuogui, his spirit has not yet been enlightened, so how can he recognize the hidden plot? Naturally, he will not reject anyone who comes.

In the blink of an eye, it was sold out.

Every time a Zhuogui consumes a carefully refined medicine, the curse power in his body is like adding firewood to a hot cauldron, making it boil even more.

Often, after eating twenty or thirty medicine men, these evil ghosts will be manipulated and controlled by the accumulated spell power in their bodies, and become puppets on strings, only obeying orders.

The soul bell in Chen Heng's hand is the key to driving the evil ghosts to action.

As long as this object is attached with a little spiritual energy, it can be controlled freely, whether it is the ghost power of the ghost world or the true energy and fetal breath of the orthodox immortal world.

If you want to find out, this is actually a heretical method that Shan Hugong got from unknown sources. It is not a serious ghost art. It is widely spread and has a great reputation.

After listening to Song Rupu's secret story, Chen Heng searched through the belongings of Miss Yue and Ziying, and indeed found this object.

Miss Yue's original intention of refining the Soul Bell and controlling the evil ghosts was to organize them into an army and refine them into ghost soldiers and generals to protect the way, so that they could be used in battles.

As for searching for fresh monks' flesh and blood for Ziying and others to take to the mansion, it is just a matter of chance.

But Chen Heng had no intention of controlling this group of ghost soldiers.

Instead of relying on external forces, it is necessary to provide the medicine practitioner with blood and food every month to stabilize the power of the spell, and there is no external force on the table.

Why not turn it into spiritual material and use it to support yourself!

"Kill yourself."

He spoke softly to a Zhuogui who was leaning on the ground and dressed as a salesman.

The turbid ghost struggled for a few breaths, and its slender body trembled like chaff.

Finally, he slowly stretched out his arms, hugged his head and twisted it like a top!

As a cavity of dirty blood sprayed out several feet high.

The ghost's body stiffened suddenly, and then it died.

puff--

A line of spiritual aura as thick as an arm floated out from it, and with a wave of Chen Heng's big sleeve, it was sucked into his own acupoints. It rolled back and forth, feeling cold and relaxed for a while, as if it was soaked in a stream of water.

In the clear mountain spring water.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on refining, supplemented by the Movement and Sound Thunder Guidance Technique. After a long while, he clapped his hands and let out a sigh.

Although the turbid ghosts are ignorant in nature and are completely different from the spiritual ghosts in terms of wisdom, they have not yet been separated from the nature of the turbid source. On the contrary, they are a blessing in disguise. The emptiness and silence will naturally change, and the two natures of yin and yang are allowed to change.

Generally speaking, their abilities are a bit deeper than those of spirit ghosts who have developed spiritual wisdom.

Otherwise, Miss Yue would not leave all the spirits and ghosts in the mansion alone. Instead, she would work very hard, both as a medicine man and as a soul bell operator, trying to refine a group of ghosts that could be commanded by her arms.

The ghost soldiers are coming.

And Chen Heng would not be cautious when he was chasing Yan Ping. He would use the Chao Huan Fan to test the situation and use the Bokeh Condensation Technique to close the Qi Absorber.

If he directly forced his way in and provoked a group of evil spirits to swarm him, they would not even be able to please him and would end up in disgrace.

The spiritual breath of that turbid ghost just now was worth half a hundred talisman coins, which was better than the spiritual breath of nearly 80% of the ghosts he had swallowed today!

Compared with Miss Yue.

It’s just a little bit better!

And in this ghost village, there are more than a hundred ghosts controlled by the Soul Bell?

Thinking about it this way, for Chen Heng, this abyss of earth is truly a blessed place for cultivation...

He followed the same method, but another evil ghost chose to kill himself after a few moments of hesitation.

The third head.

The fourth head.

The fifth head...

…

Get to the end.

An endless stream of spiritual breath poured from the corpse ghost into his body like the water of the Tianhe bursting its banks, without stopping for a moment.

And like this, no matter how long it took, Chen Heng finally felt the fullness spreading through the acupoints all over his body.

He used Taisu Jade Body's Mysterious Skill, and subconsciously shouted in a deep voice. This caused a thunderous sound, vibrating from the inside out, washing the blood flowing through the organs, skin, and pores like lightning!

All of a sudden.

His soul was shaken violently.

I saw a bright jade light burst out from the top of his head, majestic and high, reflecting the sky as clean as glass, extremely dazzling and unstained by dust.

Taisu Jade Body——Sixth level of Xuanjing!

This moment.

Chen Heng concentrated on it and could feel that his body was much lighter. It seemed that as long as he moved his mind, even if he didn't use any fetal breath to perform Taoist techniques, he could fly in the air at any time, like a dexterous falling feather.

The three treasures of essence, qi and spirit are all complete.

Muscles, bones, internal organs, there is an indescribable sense of ease here.

He experienced the changes in his body in detail, and then he suppressed the jade light and extinguished all the strange phenomena on his body.

at this time.

The only thing left in the market place at the entrance of the village is the ghost figure of the shirtless butcher.

Chen Heng sent a suicidal thought to him.

But after a few breaths of hesitation, the butcher ghost actually froze in place, motionless.

The ghost soldiers trained by Miss Yue are only barely usable, not to the point of being handy, otherwise they would not have been placed here to be slowly cultivated.
To be continued...