"You saw it too?"
Wu Ming looked around and saw that Shan Lan and the other two were also dumbfounded.
"We …"
Shan Lan and Ling Gu Hong had bitter expressions, "When did we choose the Good Faction?"
"How would I know?"
Wu Ming felt a little gloomy, because this mission was ironic no matter how he looked at it, "But … since we accepted the mission, we can only do our best to complete it. Fortunately, we don't have to directly oppose Lord Kurosan, and we still have Hei Tai City God to help us …"
Even so, when they heard that they might have to oppose Lord Kurosan, who ruled over the three hundred miles of Black Mountain, their hearts were naturally heavy.
"The mission has changed … should we inform that damned person?"
Shan Lan's expression changed, but she still said, "Although that person is only a small leader of the Blood Pact, he can still mobilize some resources …"
"I'm afraid … it's not that simple …"
Wu Ming sighed, "How do you know that the other party has the same mission as us? If it's different, wouldn't we be handing over our weakness for nothing? "
"That's true …"
Lin Qizhi and Ling Gu Hong's expressions changed. Shan Lan even said, "That's right, I didn't think it through. Thank you, Nameless, for the reminder!"
Seeing this, Wu Ming immediately knew that the three of them were under too much pressure and were somewhat out of their wits.
His heart trembled, "Could it be that the divinities of this world are so powerful?"
At this time, they did not say much. After chatting for a while, they did not have any desire to continue. They returned to their rooms resentfully and went to sleep.
Nightfall.
Dark clouds covered the sun, and there was a curfew in the county. In ancient times, it was even more difficult to see a light. During the period of Zi Chou, the world was pitch-black.
In the room, Wu Ming laid down with his clothes on. His breathing was even and long, and there was a faint layer of light on his face.
The Spirit Turtle Qi Nourishing Technique had been cultivated to the point of perfection. Even in his sleep, he would benefit.
"Gulp!"
At this moment, the window moved, and something seemed to pass through the darkness.
This thing rolled in the room and turned into a human form. Its fingernails were sharp, and it pounced towards the bed.
Bang!
Just as the dark green nails were about to touch Wu Ming's clothes, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared, and the whole room flashed.
"Ah!"
The silhouette let out a shrill scream, revealing his disheveled hair, green face, and fangs. He looked at the layer of golden light on Wu Ming's body in horror and wanted to retreat.
"There are actually ghosts?"
Wu Ming opened his eyes and watched quietly. The corner of his eye twitched again. "I don't offend you, but you offend me. Good! Very good! "
Without a word, a Talisman flew out and stuck it on the door frame. The entire surface of the room seemed to flash with splendor. It was sparkling and translucent like a wall of copper and iron. The ghost was invisible. When it collided with the wall, it screamed and bounced back.
"Is this a ghost being controlled by someone?!"
A look of eagerness appeared in Wu Ming's eyes. He leaped up from the bed and, like a tiger descending a mountain, whistled through the air and punched out. True Qi stirred up a strong wind, stirring up the airflow in the room.
"Jiji!"
The ghost's thin body was like paper. Faced with Wu Ming's punch, it drifted back like a small boat in the raging waves. No matter how high the waves rose, it could not capsize.
However, seeing that Wu Ming was full of Qi and blood, it did not dare to step forward and offend him. It kept banging against the window and the door.
"Tsk tsk … as expected … before reaching the Innate Stage, when one's Essence, Qi, and Spirit are condensed into one, they can only protect themselves. They can't cause harm to these invisible things?"
A martial artist's Qi and blood were full of Qi and blood. If they had no fear, ordinary ghosts would not be able to get close to them. However, at this moment, they could only protect themselves.
But when one reached the Innate Stage and cultivated Gang Qi, and gathered Qi, Qi, and Spirit in one's moves, it would be different. The wind generated by the punch could even hurt malicious ghosts and evil ghosts!
However, Wu Ming was only at the peak of the True Qi Realm. His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were still a little short of condensing, so naturally, this was the effect.
"If a martial artist below the Sixth Tier of the Physical Body Realm wants to deal with ghosts, they can only …"
With a flick of his finger, Wu Ming's fingernail pierced through his index finger and squeezed out a drop of blood that was as red as agate. He threw it at the ghost that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
"Bang!"
A red shadow flashed through the wind generated by the punch and passed through the ghost's chest.
"Ah!"
The ghost let out a blood-curdling scream. A large hole had been torn through its chest, and its body began to dissipate. Fear even surfaced in its eyes as it flew towards the window like a trapped beast.
"Even if an ordinary person bites the tip of their tongue and uses their Qi and blood, the Shaoyang Qi will also have the ability to ward off ghosts. This is even more true for martial artists … To deal with this ghost, I don't even need the Qi and blood from the tip of my tongue. Normal blood is enough … Of course, it must be done when the martial artist is at his peak condition. If the martial artist is heavily injured or even fearful, and his Essence, Qi, and Spirit are unable to merge into one, there won't be much effect if the blood is mixed into the blood …"
Wu Ming remembered another point.
"What's the matter?"
Shan Lan's cry of surprise came from outside, accompanied by a loud and clear cry of a sword.
It was clear that the people around them had noticed the commotion.
Seeing this, Wu Ming was no longer in the mood to experiment. He drew his peach wood sword and slashed it a few times. The ghost's scream dissipated, and the wisps of black Qi slowly dissipated under the illumination of the golden light.
"What's the matter?"
A few breaths later, Shan Lan and Ling Gu Hong's voices sounded.
Wu Ming opened the door and even saw Scholar Lin Qi Zhi's figure walking out of the room. It was obvious that in this mission world, these people could not be completely at ease. They would be on guard at the slightest sound of trouble.
"An uninvited guest disturbed my dream, but it's no big deal …"
At this time, Wu Ming had naturally tidied up all the unsightly things. His clothes were clean and tidy, and his expression was calm, giving Shan Lan and Ling Gu Hong an unfathomable feeling.
"You … where are you going?"
Seeing Wu Ming walk out of the courtyard, Shan Lan couldn't help but ask.
"Of course I'm returning the favor!"
A cold glint flashed in Wu Ming's eyes as he sneered.
If he didn't get his revenge, would they really think that he was a pushover? Moreover, he was attacked as soon as he issued the mission, which immediately made Wu Ming think of something.
"From the looks of this ghost, the person controlling it is clearly not very strong. He can't even be considered a cultivator. At most, he's a Jianghu master who has learned a few techniques to enslave ghosts …"
"Also … it can't be too far away …"
Wu Ming flipped over the wall like a flying cat, a cold expression on his face …
…
"Ah … my little ghost … my little ghost has been destroyed!"
Just before, when Wu Ming was killing the ghost, in a small courtyard not far from the inn, in a side room, a horse-faced man was bleeding from his nostrils. He screamed in pain, his muscles twitching, and cold sweat dripping down his body, as if he was suffering from great pain.
"That … that goddamn bastard, he killed my little ghost … Ah ah ah … this hatred is irreconcilable, I want his entire family to die a horrible death!"
After panting heavily, the horse-faced man flipped over and climbed up. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with bone-piercing hatred.
Near him, Tu Yanghao and another person from the Blood Pact did not look too good. "Old Ma … we all know your ability, it seems that the other party has a capable person …"
Tu Yanghao looked around, causing a few new people to tremble. "We can't stay here, we'll leave immediately!"
The laws in the county were strict, and there were ghosts in this world, so this was a special taboo.
Needless to say, the entire Hei Tai County was actually under the jurisdiction of the City God. Although the county was vast, and there were tens of thousands of people, they might not notice this place, but it was still a problem.
"My little ghost …"
Old Ma was crying, and his heart ached more than if his own son had died.
"I've told you before … this kind of ghost enslavement technique, using one's body to feed the ghost, injuring oneself first, and there's also a backlash. Compared to the orthodox Xuanmen Sect's Five Ghosts Magical Powers, it's not a bad opportunity. Give up on this small technique and change to a new one!"
A young man standing next to Tu Yanghao spoke.
When he did not speak, he looked ordinary, like an ordinary person, but when he spoke, he was very organized, and there was a certain kind of majesty about him, causing Tu Yanghao to not dare to speak, and Old Ma nodded repeatedly in agreement.
However, after Old Ma nodded, he smiled bitterly.
Of course, he also wanted to cultivate the orthodox Xuanmen Sect, but this kind of technique was very expensive. For example, the Mysterious Sect's Five Ghosts Transporting Technique was a supreme divine ability that covered techniques such as capturing ghosts, raising ghosts, altar, sacrificial offerings, eating ghosts, incantations, and so on. Refining ghosts was as easy as moving one's arm, and its might was extremely great. There was absolutely no fear of backlash, but the asking price was terrifyingly high, an entire 200 merit points! Using the main temple's exchange rate, it would require 2,200 merit points, and even if he sold himself, he would not be able to afford it.
Needless to say, after buying the technique, he would still need the accompanying magical equipment, and even the Yin Land to raise ghosts, and finally, he would have to catch powerful ghosts himself. All in all, he would not be able to get it without 3,000 merit points!
With the wealth he had accumulated through several Samsara missions, he had already used up all he had to exchange for the 'Ghost Raising Technique'. He did not dare to think about anything else.
At this time, he heard the young man continue, "Of course … I also know that it is not easy for you to cultivate. After this, I can borrow your merit points, and this time, you will be able to rise again. If you survive a disaster, you will definitely have good fortune in the future!"
"Thank you, Young Master Zheng, thank you, Young Master Zheng!"
To be able to borrow merit points in the main divine hall was a great favor of saving his life. Old Third Ma was moved to tears and thanked him profusely. He thought to himself, This Young Master Zheng Qian is rumored to have a great background. His brother holds a high position in the Blood Slaughter Alliance and even Boss Tu has to serve him carefully …
He wanted to ride on Zheng Qian's coattails.
Looking at Tu Yanghao's expression, he saw that he was calm and did not have much anger, so he secretly made up his mind.
"But Old Tu, you were right. We can't stay here anymore, let's go!"
Seeing that he had subdued Old Ma, Zheng Qian nodded slightly.
Those who could survive a few missions in the main temple were not easy to deal with.
Although this Old Ma did not have a big plan and looked wretched, his fate was Yin, and he could cultivate the Ghost Raising Technique. He could be considered a talent.
Although he relied on his brother and no one dared to bully him for the time being, how terrifying was the main temple? Even the Blood Pact was just a struggling ant. Naturally, he had to make more preparations and strengthen himself.
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