Otherworldly Merchant

To think of it, I pressed my anger against my mouth, pretending to look around, “Corpse maniac, tell me again, what's going on in this peace of mind? ”

“Quiet… what does this have to do with you?” If not, the corpse madman suddenly raged when he heard the words' quiet heart '. No more arrogant gestures like just now.

It seems that I was right to assume that, although he gave up a life, he temporarily escaped the shackles of illusion. But the mirrored soul, this nunnery must be a place he can't forget.

That's where his soft ribs are!

“These nuns, though wrongdoers, look young and very beautiful. Have you ever done anything wrong to them?” I turned my head and asked directly.

“Bullshit!” Corpse rage: “I steal graves, dig corpses, kill countless people, never think of myself as a good person, but I hate the most obscene things in my life, let alone...”

“Not to mention what.” The angry corpse madman suddenly caught his mouth and I followed him closely.

“What do you care?” After a raging outrage, he squeezed his tone and stopped talking.

“Oh, then I'll see!” I smiled slightly: “I almost forgot, you are a double-headed freak, maybe you have an extra head on top, one less head on the bottom, you are born a eunuch! So life hates the most lewd things, and it just so happens that these nuns will not change their minds, miss their lovers, you just take them out of your temper..."

“Bastard!” The corpse burst into fury.

The surrounding copper plate clicked.

This voice and talent are completely different, crisp, bright and sharp, as if suddenly you changed your personality.

“Zhang Jiulin, how dare you insult Jing Xin 'an's teachers? Granny, I will never forgive you! Go to hell. ”

I heard it clearly. Not only did the voice change, but the other side didn't call itself Grandpa, it was Grandma.

But I didn't have time to worry about the details, because with that roar, the eight demons surrounding me seemed to have been hit with a dose of a cardiac needle, and there was no more fear when I saw the Ninth Life Tower, and the knife claws swung, and they came straight at me.

Since beating me to take over the shady business, the big and small souls have seen hundreds of thousands, with the fix I have now, plus the wooden cane in my hand even in the face of the ghost emperor, but the eight demons in front of me are formed from Wang Chongyang's eight ghost phagocytes! This can't be too small.

Sexually, by my blow, the corpse madman also revealed itself in invisibility!

Originally, his voice came from all directions. Suddenly, the north and the south, the east and the west, could not understand the exact location of his position.

But as he was completely angry, he also seemed to have forgotten to redirect, and I locked him in.

This will do!

Wang Chongyang founded the Eight Ghosts Phagocytophagic Array, which is called: The difficulty is not manipulating the Eight Ghosts Demons simultaneously, nor is it a so-called spiritual know-how, but locking in the shadows.

Everything in the world is the same as the yin and yang.

Everyone knows that humans are Yang and ghosts are Yin. But if one reaches a certain level of practice, one will understand that this sentence is too one-sided or even completely incorrect.

Man has three souls and seven spirits, dead and turned into ghosts. A ghost's pulse, a yin and a yang live together. Where does the yin and yang come from say that?

In fact, no matter what the shadow of a human being is, there's always another presence around you, just that you don't usually feel it yourself.

Man is a yang, that intangible being is a yin, the same reason, ghost is a yin, that intangible being is a yang.

The intangible presence of this or the yin or the yang will suddenly appear at a particular moment, shaping your mind or actions. For example, people often say that they suddenly stopped or took a few steps to avoid a car accident or something that fell from the sky and took a life. What usually happens that day happens to be nothing, thus avoiding the scourge. It's not a coincidence and unconsciousness at all, it's the shadow outside that saved you!

This theory is difficult for people to understand and has not even been heard of. But it also has a universally accepted name, called the Sixth Sense.

Few people know, however, that the sixth sense not only exists, but can be harmed.

The sixth sense of ordinary people feels hurt, but it's nothing serious. At best, it's just weak foresight. Once the sixth sense of the practitioner is hurt, it will cause the yin and yang imbalance, the light one will be greatly reduced, and the soul of the heavy one will dissipate, that is, the so-called fire into the demon!

The sixth sense, or the shadow, is real, but hardly anyone can find it.

Even Wang Zhongyang needed enormous kung fu, and future generations could not understand it at all.

In the beginning, Wang Chongyang set the purpose of this array to kill himself and put the shadow on the right path, the so-called chopping of three bodies. But when it came back, it had long become evil, but it could never be separated from its people.

That's why I've been so slow to do it. One of the eight ghosts around me is my own shadow!

After all, the corpse madman is not Wang Chongyang, and his cultivation is completely impossible to really manipulate the Phantom of the Eight Ghosts. Must have blended his own soul with bronze plates!

His voice just floated around, and his inner soul became volatile. If I attacked suddenly, once I hit my own shadow under his control, it would be self-destructive.

But it's different now!

He didn't know what excitement he was getting. He was furious and I captured his true soul.

This is the moment I've been waiting for!

“Lock!”

I drank high and swung my hand a dozen charms and flew out. The blue-faced ghost in front of me was sturdy.

“Break!”

Without waiting for him to react, I pulled out a wooden cane stuck on the ground and smashed it.

Pfft, the body of the eight ghosts was all shattered, and at the same time the sound was clicked. Eight bronze plates burst and pieces of rare screaming scattered all over the place!

He was showing a thin little figure in front of him.

As the smoke dissipated, the shadow became clearer and the black robe on and off was already broken, revealing its true face.

He's not tall, he's just a meter and six up and down, his hands and feet are small, and his bones are thin. Slightly thinner heads also have a rounded fat head. I stared angrily and bite my teeth in pieces.

Even more frightening, or disgusting, is the fact that a pair of small arms are only half a foot long on either side of the head, which is supposed to be the ear. He held his fist tight and said, "Zhang Jiulin! I'm gonna rip your skin out alive. ”

It sounds exactly like talent, crisp and loud and sharp.

“I thought you said there were nine lives.” I'm sure I'll look at him and laugh: “Now that there are seven lives left, are you going to send them up one by one or die together in pain? ”