Snatch away!

It is notorious in the world of cultivating immortals.

As the name suggests, it refers to the vicious secret technique of an immortal cultivator whose body has fallen, and has no choice but to devour the soul of another person.

This is almost a demonic method, even the Heavenly Dao is intolerable, and it cannot be used lightly.

Or rather, there are a lot of restrictions.

First of all, the monk can't take away from mortals, because the mortal body, which has not been washed by the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, cannot withstand the impact of mana at all, and self-collapse will be the only outcome.

Secondly, it can only be taken by people with high mana to those with low mana, this does not need to be explained, the reason is obvious.

The only result of the snake swallowing the elephant is to strangle it to death.

In the end, an immortal cultivator can only take it once in his life, regardless of the level of mana, as for the reason...... Nobody knows.

Anyway, throughout the ages, no monk has ever succeeded in the second retribution, and all of them have scattered.

This knowledge, Ling Xian was obtained from the Vientiane Book, anyway, every immortal cultivator, in the face of seizure, is deeply hated.

Once the soul is devoured by the other party, there is no chance to re-enter reincarnation.

This is much more tragic than the fall.

Of course, Ling Xian also had a lot of doubts in his heart, if the other party was an immortal cultivator who had lost his physical body, how could he attach himself to a mortal body?

What's more, although Ling Xian had never heard of the form of the soul, no matter how he thought about it, he would not look like a ghost-faced spider.

What is the secret of this?

Ling Xian frowned and thought about it, but the ghost-faced spider would not give him time to think about it so much, and the sound of a strange laugh came into his ears: "Little guy, it seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking." Let me devour your soul and merge with your body, but then you will fall into a state of no return, and you deserve it. Who made you not obediently obey the ancestors. ”

Before the words fell, the ghost-faced spider opened its mouth, but what spewed out was not a spider web, but a ghost mist.

Suddenly, the sky was much darker, the wind was miserable, and the ghost cries came to my ears from all directions.

This guy is by no means the soul of a monk.

Even those guys who cultivate the art of the ghost path, once the physical body falls. There is only one primordial god left, and it is impossible to use such a method.

Thinking about this clearly, Ling Xian's face was extremely ugly, but he watched as countless ghost mist surged out of the spider's mouth.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Immortal was surrounded from all directions, and in the ghost mist, there was a terrible roar, seven or eight evil ghosts with two horns. It is about three feet high, or three heads and six arms. or with a long tongue hanging down the chest, and with a fierce appearance.

In addition to these evil spirits, there are also countless yin spirits flying around, dense and innumerable.

Ling Xian was moved, although he also expected that this guy would be difficult to deal with. But I never dreamed that it would reach such an extent, and in a trance, it was as if I had come to the underworld.

Don't dare to hide it.

Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and the two spiritual weapons were sacrificed at the same time.

The Qingyun Shield turned into a curtain of light. Shielding him, the Snow Shadow Flying Locust Knife shot out like it all around.

"Hey, the best spiritual weapon, it's still a set!" The ghost-faced spider's voice revealed a bit of surprise: "Yes, yes, your little guy's net worth is even richer than I imagined, but unfortunately, it is only for qi refining, although the grade of these two spiritual weapons is not low, but how many layers of power can you exert yourself?"

A hint of treachery flashed in the spider's eyes, and the two front feet swung together, and suddenly the ghosts and ghosts in the black fog went berserk.

Suddenly, the hissing sound was loud, and the sound of clanging came to the ears, and at first, the Snow Shadow Flying Locust Knife was still moving and turning, but gradually, it was entangled in wisps of black gas, and it became sluggish.

Damn it!

Ling Xian's face changed, but those few powerful ghosts were already ready to pounce.

Of course, Ling Xian didn't want to be restrained, so with a slight flick of his fingers, several thorny seeds shot out of his fingertips.

Winding!

However, there is no use.

Whether it's the Flame Thorn or the Frost Thorn, they can only be a slight block.

Those powerful ghosts are all powerful and infinitely powerful, and the thorns with the thickness of their arms are also free as soon as they break free, and they are about to pounce closer.

Especially the guy at the front, who moved the fastest, was wrapped in a gust of yin wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was less than three feet away from Ling Xian.

As soon as the hand was raised, the ghost claws were hideous and terrifying.

The nails, in particular, are as black as ink, but they flash with a star-like luster, half a foot long, and at a glance, they are much sharper than the blade.

The next moment, the black light flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of Ling Xian, slamming into the shield fiercely, making a dull sound.

After Ling Xian's expression changed slightly, even the person with the shield was knocked out a few feet away.

But the ghost thing was unforgiving, and the wind rose again, and pounced like a shadow.

"Look for death!"

Ling Xian's eyes shrunk slightly, and the clay figure still had three points of fire, this ghost thing really regarded himself as a soft persimmon.

This time Ling Xian didn't dodge, seeing that the other party rushed closer, a ray of light flew out of Ling Xian's sleeve.

It's too late, it's fast, it's easy, and he cut off the head of the ghost.

However, the crisis is not over, and the remaining ghosts and ghosts do not know what they are afraid of, and they also pounce one after another.

Is this the rhythm of wanting to kill everything?

Ling Xian was angry in his heart, but his two fists were invincible to his four hands, after all, he had not yet built a foundation, and the means he could use were very few.

As a last resort, Ling Xian had no choice but to take out a talisman.

It was black, and unlike ordinary rune paper, it was made of animal skin.

Ling Xian's hand shook slightly, and this talisman spontaneously combusted without wind.

A flame the size of an egg suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's similar to the fire bomb technique, but the flame is purple.

A mysterious aura came out of his face.

Ling Xian also had no choice, when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, he could only use the killer weapon obtained from this Phantom Moon Island.

Dead horses are used as live horse doctors, and at the same time, in the face of so many ghostly raids, even if this treasure is sacrificed, most of them will take care of one or the other.

But then, there was an incredible scene.

With the appearance of the fireball, the ghosts and ghosts who had been rushing over frantically seemed to be frightened. They all went back.

"Purple Star Spiritual Fire, how can you have this thing?"

The angry voice came into his ears, and Ling Xian raised his head, only to see that the ghost-faced spider's face showed a very anthropomorphic look of fear, and it actually retreated behind the statue.

Ling Xian was overjoyed. Although he didn't know what the Purple Star Spirit Fire was, he naturally wouldn't give up such a good opportunity in front of him.

With a lift of his right hand, he suddenly pushed the flame in his hand forward.

With his movements.

The fireball, the size of an egg, slashed across a graceful arc, like a meteor falling to the ground, and fell towards the other party.

"No!"

The ghost-faced spider was terrified, but it was too late to dodge. In desperation, the two front paws danced, and the sound of swishing breaking through the air came to the ears, and the sky was as dark as ink, but dozens of claws tore away with your fireball.

But it has no use, just like a mantis arm blocking a car, the seemingly hideous claw shadow is easily broken through by the fireball, and the ghost-faced spider has no way to hide......

Boom!

Moments of crisis. A crunch sound came to the ears, the ghost-faced spider. It actually exploded on its own, but Ling Xian could see it clearly, a wisp of black shadow flew out of its body, this guy was playing, it was clearly the golden cicada out of its shell.

"I want to go, it's not that easy!"

Ling Xian was ambushed by it for no reason. I almost died here.

Now that it is difficult to take the lead, where does it make sense, we must let go of the strong enemy.

There is a wrong, a debtor, and a sneak attack on himself. It is necessary to have the consciousness of falling.

Ling Xian played a magic trick, and a flash of spiritual light flashed in the void, and a long hand appeared out of thin air.

The blue light is dazzling, and the five fingers are claws, and they are fished out.

Thorn ......

The black shadow was immediately caught in his hand, but he still refused to sit still, rushing left and right, trying to kill a bloody way.

"I want to go, it's late. ”

Ling Xian's hands kept flying, one after another spells were played, and with his movements, the big blue light hand blurred slightly, and then, it actually changed into a ball of light with a diameter of a few feet.

As soon as Ling Xian's hand was raised, the ball of light flew back into his palm.

There is a wisp of black gas sealed inside, the shape is erratic, but you can see the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

"What the hell is this? ”

As the victor, Ling Xian's eyes were full of shock, the thing in front of him was by no means the soul of a monk, nor was it a demon clan, and it was even more different from the ghost things he had ever seen.

"Hurry up and let me go, or you'll regret it. ”

That black qi was trapped by the prohibition placed by Ling Xian, but it rushed left and right, and kept roaring: "Let go, you dare to trap me, this ancestor wants to drain your soul and refine your soul!"

Ling Xian's face became gloomy.

The defeated generals dare to be so arrogant.

I don't know what it is, but it's useless to keep it, and it's just a matter of extermination.

"If you dare to kill me, I'm the ...... in the Hungry Ghost Road"

Seeing Ling Xian sacrifice the Snow Shadow Flying Locust Knife, the black qi suddenly screamed, but halfway through the call, the sound stopped abruptly, only to see that on its body, a fire broke out inexplicably, and in the scream, it was turned into ashes.

Ling Xian was stunned for a moment, and stopped the movement in his hand, this flame was definitely not what the black qi wanted to attract, but ...... It's as if he's leaking some secret and he's been silenced.

Hungry Ghost Road......

Although the guy didn't finish his words, he mentioned it.

I heard it right, could it be that this weird thing actually came out of the hungry ghost path of the six realms of reincarnation.

Why is it here?

And how do you find yourself?

Is it a coincidence, or is it related to his experience in the Asking Immortal Pavilion?

The more Ling Xian thought about it, the more questions he had in his heart, but he also understood that thinking about it here would not lead to a result, but the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Although he didn't know where that bad premonition came from, one thing was certain, he didn't have time to slack off, he had to improve his strength as soon as possible, and the first task was to survive a catastrophe and build a foundation!

PS: Crying, I've been squeezed off the Xianxia classification recommendation list, to a Taoist friend, come on, vote for more recommendations, thank you! (To be continued......)