Chapter 351

If it is not between life and death, blood evil Dan start, forced to open his artistic conception of life and death, I'm afraid he can't take the sword.

Now think about it, it's a bit of a risk.

All of a sudden, song Tianxuan seemed to think of something. With a turn of his right hand, the twelve degree Tiansha banner appeared in front of him. After swallowing Yin Han's essence and blood, all the ghosts were promoted to different degrees, and several of them had reached the strength of the later stage of the spirit elixir.

Among the ghosts, there is one who is particularly conspicuous, not because of cultivation or appearance, but because she is still frozen and shivering in a corner.

"You only know how to devour flesh and blood, but you don't care about the safety of the Lord. What's your use?" Song Tianxuan's voice was not big, but it was like thunder when it came to the soul's ear.

All the ghosts were hit by the arc, but they did not dare to dodge. They all begged for repentance and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Master, just go around them. They haven't been in touch with blood and evil for a long time..." Xiaoya looks at the ghosts and asks for mercy and says.

Song Tianxuan nodded, and a drop of blood essence flew out of his hand. It floated to Xiaoya's head and disappeared into his whole body.

The frost on Xiaoya's body is gradually melting, and her strength is constantly improving. Song Tianxuan's essence and blood contains the spirit of green dragon and the power of Shengxian vine. Naturally, it can solve the harm Xiaoya's body has suffered at that moment. What's more, Xiaoya is immortal.

"Thank you, master..." Xiaoya looks at her recovery and says happily.

"In the future, you will be the main soul of the twelve degree Tiansha banner. Do you hear that?" Song Tianxuan said.

The ghosts don't want to be whipped by the power of lightning any more. They dare to say no. they all nod their heads and kneel down to worship Xiaoya.

Xiaoya repeatedly waved her hand, but gradually accepted it in Song Tianxuan's eyes.

After receiving the Shafan, song Tianxuan's mood was relieved.

"I don't know if Maoshan heritage has any other use..."

Song Tianxuan pondered, Maoshan heritage in his heart.

"There are nine kinds of confinement in Maoshan. The first one is to seal the spirit and imprison the Qi of heaven and earth. It's a cage for heaven and earth. It can't be broken unless it's mysterious..."

"There are nine attacks in Maoshan attack. The first attack is Maoshan, which aims to transform the mountain into a mountain and suppress everything."

"Maoshan shield technique, a total of nine shields, the first shield, thousand water shield, ten thousand water shield..."

When he opened his eyes, song Tianxuan was very happy. No wonder he learned the real skills of Maoshan inheritance only after he entered the elixir. It turns out that the skills of Maoshan are not just as simple as these characters.

Only for the Maoshan method, one can only choose one kind of practice, because the demand for the spirit is very high, and each kind of method consumes a lot of spirit. If the spirit is forced to practice the Maoshan method, it is not impossible for the spirit to dry up.

"Each of the three kinds of skills has its own merits. I don't know how many kinds of skills I can practice with my present spirit power?" Song Tianxuan murmured.

There are Zhuxian spear, Longquan, twelve degrees of Tiansha banner, Zaohua finger, and even blood eyes to attack him. Among the defenses are the power of dragon and elephant, seven stars shining God body, and Vajra subduing magic bead. Only a few of them are restricted.

"Fengling..." Song Tianxuan read it in his mouth, and he kept pinching the formula in his hand. Suddenly, he felt that it was similar to the seal character drawn with the Golden Dragon pen.

"Seal spirit, take heaven and earth as cage, imprison Yuqi, seal people, ghosts, demons, demons, everything..."

The seal words in Song Tianxuan's mind were constantly improved. His hands were moving back and forth in the air, and the golden lights were flowing through his fingers. According to the imprint of inheritance, they were gradually improved.

One day later, song Tianxuan suddenly opened his eyes, finished the seal with his right hand, and said, "seal."

A powerful wave flew out of the mark in the hand, and the imperial Qi in the whole room was stagnant. It could not move any more.

"One, two, three... Ten, eleven... Eighteen..."

After eighteen breath, the seal dissipated, the imperial Qi in the air recovered as before, but there was a mark in the middle of the eyebrow, which flashed by.

"It can support 18 interest rates, but for people, ten interest rates is the limit, but ten interest rates are enough to decide a lot." Song Tianxuan murmured, but he didn't feel how much he consumed the spirit.

"In that case, try again..."

Three days later, song Tianxuan appeared on a hill with his hands sealed. Suddenly, a strong wind came from all directions, and a thousand Zhang mountain came down from the sky, directly cutting off a river. After ten breath, the incantation on the mountain dissipated, and the thousand Zhang mountain also dissipated, but the impact on the river remained unchanged.

There was a stabbing pain on his right arm. Song Tianxuan looked at it in a hurry, but a gray mark flashed over his right arm.

"Hey, hey, who says you can't practice two kinds of techniques? The third... Do you want to have a try... "Song Tianxuan was a little tangled. He always said that he couldn't practice at the same time, but now he has practiced two kinds of techniques, but there was no such situation.

Qianshuidun should be much better than Vajra's magic bead... In Song Tianxuan's opinion, it should be like this.

Three days later, song Tianxuan made a seal with his hands, and a stream of water appeared in his hands out of thin air. When he threw it forward, the thin water in his hands changed into one, two, three, infinite, and instantly unfolded into a stream winding around him, hazy, emitting a gas that was neither Royal nor mysterious.

"Fengqi..." Song Tianxuan took up the spear to kill immortals, which was the first style of Fengqi. This style was comparable to Yinhan's attack. The light blade flew to Qianshui shield, but it only deformed Qianshui shield, but could not break it.

Song Tianxuan was overjoyed. With a wave of his left hand, he put away the thousand water shield. There was a chill on his left arm, and a flash mark appeared.

"The three marks should be the three techniques of Maoshan, but I don't know how many times I can perform them according to my spiritual cultivation..." Song Tianxuan pondered.

Maoshan magic has a great deal of damage to the demons and demons, but it has a great discount to the Terrans. It must be the original intention of the founder of Maoshan magic.

Song Tianxuan collected his mind and calculated the days. It should be a few days before the opening and closing of the mountain city. He should be able to catch up. He took out his mother's sword, put it in his mind, warmed the sun, and walked towards the opening of the mountain city.

"Dang... Dang... Dang..."

On an ancient mountain, a big bell hanging between the mountain streams suddenly sounded three times without wind.

"I don't know which peak's disciples have made their mark. I have a master in Maoshan. Xuan'er, go and see what line it is. I'll be your master for you..."

"Dang... Dang... Dang..." again.