Chapter 352: Evil Dao Loose Cultivator

From the eyes of others, the center of this forest is nothing, but Chu Jingtian keenly sensed a sinister aura.

After chasing this breath, Chu Jingtian quickly went deep.

There was a gray-black sinister aura faintly floating in the void, which was difficult to be detected even by divine thoughts. This aura was very erratic. Fortunately, Chu Jingtian had a keen sense of Yin spirit, otherwise he would have missed it.

In a mountain depression, he discovered the source of this evil spirit. I saw a huge spiritual grass coiled around a Tongxuan black gold tree surrounded by four or five people.

"What a powerful evil spirit!"

Chu Jingtian's eyes moved.

He looked up, and saw small white flowers slowly blooming on the spirit grass, and a few black pearl-like fruits were faintly visible hanging in it, but only the size of mung beans. And in the largest petal, grows a fruit the size of a fist.

This fruit shone with a faint light, and countless gray-black evil spirits continuously emanated from this fruit.

"Haha, the ultimate spiritual grass Anshen fruit! This spiritual grass is planted on this mountain ridge, and it has absorbed a lot of yin energy from the ridge. The power contained in this fruit is enough to make me condense into a perfect yang God!"

Chu Jingtian's heart was hot.

After reaching the fifth level of cultivation, as long as it is not too bad, you can condense the Yin God.

Yuanshen is divided into three categories, and Yinshen is only the first step.

In addition, there are Yang God and Holy God!

Although the titles may be similar, the essence is very different.

If the Yin God is compared to a small wooden knife, then the Yang God is a steel knife, and the Holy God is a magic weapon.

In the same realm, a cultivator with a yang god is definitely better than a cultivator with a yin god. And cultivators who have the Holy God are even more sure to win the Yang God cultivator.

But in the world of martial arts, very few people turn Yin God into Yang God.

On the one hand, it is because of the lack of methods, on the other hand, it is because of the lack of resources. The main reason is that every time a cultivator with a Yang God improves a realm, it consumes dozens of times the resources of a cultivator with a Yin God!

And the Holy Spirit, that is more than a hundred times.

Although the Holy Spirit is condensed, it will be invincible at the same level. But every promotion is as difficult as reaching the sky.

"If I condensed into Yang God when I was fighting with Elder Mo, I wouldn't be so passive."

Chu Jingtian smiled and took off the Anshen Fruit.

"This is the ultimate tranquilizing fruit. It only needs to be refined a little, and it can be taken directly without adding other ingredients to make alchemy."

If it is an ordinary Anshen fruit, it is not so simple.

He has to prepare all kinds of spiritual herbs that can increase the medicinal effect of the soothing fruit, but the medicinal power of the top-quality tranquilizing fruit is already sufficient, so naturally there is no need to refine it.

"Come out! What are you doing sneaking around in the dark?"

Chu Jingtian quietly accepted the Anshen Fruit and looked towards a corner. "Are you going to attack and kill me and take this fruit when I turn around and get distracted?"

"As expected of the Heavenly King of Beiliang, he was able to see through my qi formation."

There was a moment of silence in that corner, and there was a long sigh. I saw a monk in a broad robe walking out slowly. This monk was wearing a circle of black ghost beads, and his face was full of ghosts.

In addition to this monk, two more people walked out of the shadows. One of them was a bearded old woman with a hunched back, a haggard face, wearing a shroud, and an eerie aura.

The other person is a young man, but there is no life in his body, like a dead person.

The three of them were headed by the monk. After the monk came out, he saluted Chu Jingtian, and then smiled and said:

"Since the Heavenly King of Beiliang knows my reason for coming, please give me the Anshen Fruit."

"What if I don't give it to you?" Chu Jingtian took it away casually, and directly threw the Anshen Fruit into the ring. "If you, a martial artist trained as a ghost, dare to appear in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

The warriors of the righteous way are awe-inspiring.

Demon warriors are cold and extreme.

The ghost monk looked like a smiling Buddha, but Chu Jingtian saw that he was haunted by ghosts and ghosts. He is even more sinister than those warriors who cultivated with evil spirits. I don't know how many people he killed to cultivate to this point.

Apart from him, the other two were not much better.

"It seems that the Heavenly King of Beiliang is determined to eat this tranquilizing fruit, so he doesn't plan to give it to me?" Although the monk still smiled, there was a gleam of coldness in his narrowed eyes.

"So what?" Chu Jingtian stood still and said slowly.

Another young man nodded slightly, nodded and said: "Beiliang Heavenly King, we have no intention of being your enemy, as long as you return the fruit to us, we will definitely retreat, as if nothing happened."

"Although you have defeated Mo Shentong, Luo Zifeng and the others...but they have just reached the fifth realm, unlike the three of us, who have reached the fifth realm for decades. If you really do it, you may not be The opponent of the three of us!"

"Ghost monk, ghost scholar, what do you say to this kid, kill him and take the fruit. Divide his flesh and blood and Yinshen again!" The shroud old woman screamed angrily. "This kid has always been arrogant. He doesn't even pay attention to Qingchaobo, Hutanya, and Liangyilin. How could he compromise with us?"

Her voice was like a night owl, as if her nails had been cut on a piece of iron, making one's scalp tingle.

"Since I came to the world of martial arts, I haven't fought demon warriors yet. I don't know how strong you are? How many moves can you block me?" Chu Jingtian raised his hands and looked at the three of them leisurely.

Xu Guanglong had reminded him as early as when he entered the secret realm of Mount Luojia.

After all, only 60% of the Jizi Ling hermit family, but the other 40% are in the hands of casual cultivators. The most important thing to be wary of are these casual cultivators of unknown origin. It's just that he didn't expect to meet these casual practitioners on the first day of Mount Luojia.

And it's still a casual cultivator of the magic way!

"In that case, let me experience the strength of the Heavenly King of Beiliang." Ghost Monk said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the breath in his body suddenly became cold.

"Boom!"

The ghost monk stepped on the sole of his foot, and his whole body was already tossed, and a gust of dark wind hit him. In the calm forest for a while, the temperature plummeted, the air was faintly frozen, and the extremely cold breath seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.

The way he raised his fist and punched, the ghostly aura is far and deep, as if connected to the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, the source is endless.

"Ghost monk, don't break his body. This kid is a three-cultivator, his blood is as condensed as mercury. If he loses a drop of blood, I will peel off your skin." The shroud old woman shouted.

"Ghost woman, once I throw a punch, I can't stop it!"

The ghost monk laughed out loud.

His fist has not yet arrived, but the strength of the fist has already been swept away. This fist is like a poisonous snake biting, digging out the heart and bones.

Monk Gui knew that his opponent was Chu Jingtian, a powerhouse in the third level and fifth realm, so he didn't dare to underestimate him, and he used all his strength when he made a move.

"This blow, even if it can't kill him, is enough to hurt him!"

The ghost monk is full of confidence.

Chu Jingtian swung his fist and hit it directly.

"Crack!"

The ghost monk's right fist exploded on the spot, and his entire right arm was completely broken. Senbai's bones pierced directly from his elbow, and he fell to the ground screaming.

"How is it possible?"

The ghost monk's eyes were full of horror.

But at this time, Chu Jingtian had already slapped him back.

"Not good!"

The ghost monk was startled, and quickly raised his left arm to parry. Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a burst of 'cracking', and the bones of the ghost monk's whole body shattered in response, and his whole body was smashed into the ground by this slap, like a radish planted, leaving only one head outside.

"Amazing!"

Seeing this, the faces of the ghost woman and the ghost scholar changed greatly.

"Hurry up!"

The ghost woman gave a deep drink, and saw her withered fingers writhing rapidly, singing high-pitched voices, and screaming low-pitched, like howling, screaming, or roaring.

She opened her mouth to spit out, her head was condensed to the extreme, wearing an armor, the blue-faced and fangs of the sky ghost rushed out quickly, and rushed towards Chu Jingtian.

"Duo!"

Chu Jingtian suddenly turned around and opened his mouth to drink.

"Wow!"

A cyan lightning flashed across the void, illuminating the dark Tongxuan black gold forest, and with an afterimage, it crashed on the sky ghost.

Suddenly, the ghost's body burst like a balloon.

"Get out of the way!"

The ghost scholar called.

The ghost woman was startled, and found that the lightning had already charged in front of her.

At this moment, the hairs all over her body exploded, and it was already too late to hide. I saw him suddenly exploding his magic power to the extreme, and the infinite black mist quickly gathered in front of him to form a skull-like head.

But the skull's head was shattered by lightning in an instant, and it hit the ghost woman unabated.

"Ah!"

There was a scream.

The ghost scholar only saw that even the Yin God was defeated on the ghost woman's charred body.

"This guy is terrifying!"

The ghost scholar was so shocked that he was covered in cold sweat.

He originally thought that with the strength of the three of them, even if they couldn't snatch the top grade Anshen Fruit, they would be able to retreat from Chu Jingtian's hands. But who would have thought that it was just a ghost monk whose arm was broken, and the ghost woman was completely destroyed.

Seeing the ghost woman's scorched body falling to the ground, the ghost scholar trembled and said:

"Bei, King of Beiliang, this is a misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding?"

Chu Jingtian didn't even look at it, he raised his palm and waved it.

"Boom!"

His palm seemed to be understated, but it was like a giant spirit raising his palm. The surging energy rushed past the ground, where the rocks burst and the ground collapsed, as if an ancient tyrannosaurus had been crushed. This terrifying trace stretched from Chu Jingtian's feet all the way to Ghost Scholar's body!

The ghost scholar jumped up in fright.

But when he was halfway up, the energy had already hit his body, and he was thrown out, and he didn't land on the ground until he flew seven or eight zhang away. I saw that he disappeared from the lower abdomen, and his surroundings were full of splattered blood.

The Ghost Scholar struggled for a while, and died completely, and the mysterious image of the Heavenly Sage also dissipated.

Chu Jingtian slowly withdrew his right hand and looked around.

There was blood dripping from a depression, but the ghost monk had disappeared.

"Hehe, no one has ever been able to escape from the hands of the sky!"

Chu Jingtian sneered with his hands behind his back.

ps: Thanks to the four masters of Wandering Tianya, Nan Nan, Ying Shan Hong Ying, and ☆篍 Shang Ba Lian☆ for their rewards...

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