Chapter 14 Yin and Yang Corpse Refining ()

The next night, Jing Wuming waited until the yin energy was thick at midnight before he started the next action.

The bright red blood flowed in the pit, making a gurgling sound, reflecting the devouring red on the stone wall. The pungent smell of blood filled the entire passage, and a crazy and dark aura projected out without reservation, covering the entire hole.

The blood pool has been condensed, and what we need to do now is to arrange a yin and yang corpse refining formation and refine the living dead.

Heaven and earth divide yin and yang, and sentient beings divide life and death. Life is yang, and death is yin. When yin and yang alternate, the power they burst out is particularly powerful between life and death. Refining the living dead is to learn from the principles.

The living dead are a kind of magic puppet method. Although they cannot regenerate the soul and return the yang again, they can use the essence of blood evil to pour into the body of a person with pure Yin constitution to resurrect the body of his body. The resurrected person is a physical puppet, without soul and without consciousness. Although they are restored to life and survive, their body is like a walking corpse, who only obeys the orders of his master. It is equivalent to a human-shaped magic weapon.

Once the spell is used to stimulate it, when the death is transformed, a powerful force will burst out during the transformation of life and death. In conjunction with the blood evil spirit, the group attack will be powerful.

The living dead are only responsible for the blood evil. If the blood evil evil is exhausted, the body will die again. Therefore, every living dead can only die nine times. Once nine times pass, it will have no effect.

If Jing Wuming practices the demonic path, he will be able to recycle it when the living dead dies again. However, Jing Wuming is a cultivator and is not very good at these strange methods.

Jing Wuming sat cross-legged, pointed at the nine corpses, and the thin red lines connected to them flashed a few times, disappearing. Then the nine corpses flew into the air and fell around the blood pool. In the blood pool, red evil spirits gushed out and enveloped them.

"receive!"

Jing Wuming shouted lightly and grabbed them. The nine corpses opened their mouths, and nine transparent beads with cold air flashed out and were taken away by Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming was about to continue, but suddenly he was stunned. His eyes suddenly enlarged, as he clearly sensed Jiang Qingyang's chest jumped. The purple mark on his face also flashed, fading a little.

"How is that possible?" Jing Wuming was shocked, "Is it my illusion? He is obviously dead?"

However, Jiang Qingyang's chest jumped heavily under his unbelievable nose. Jiang Qingyang's eyelids moved and he resumed his breathing.

"Why is this happening? He lived before I even started? Could it be that he was not dead?" Jing Wuming stood up, "He is alive, where should I find another body?"

"No, no! He can't live!" Although Jing Wuming didn't know the reason, he made a decision in an instant, and his eyes opened and opened, and a trace of murderous intent burst out.

Just as he was about to take action, he hesitated again, "He is just a mortal, and he is a five or six-year-old child. If I do..."

"He and I don't have a trace of causal entanglement, how can we kill him? I am a cultivator, not a devil, how can we kill people randomly?" Jing Wuming was a little confused for a moment, put down his raised hand, and then raised it again, his face full of hesitation.

"But there are too few people with pure Yin constitution. After so many years, I finally got together. No one can be missing!" Jing Wuming gritted his teeth, "For my status, for my wife and children, and for strength... I'm sorry!" After thinking about it, Jing Wuming made a move with a move, and a blue sword energy suddenly formed, and he pointed far away at Jiang Qingyang, whose heartbeat and breathing had recovered.

"Honey man! What are you doing?" Su Xiaoyue's voice sounded anxiously from behind.

Just now, Jing Wuming was in a mess and didn't notice Su Xiaoyue's arrival.

"I--" Jing Wuming opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

Su Xiaoyue's spiritual sense swept Jiang Qingyang, and her face changed drastically: "How is that possible?" Then she reacted and stared at Jing Wuming, "You want to kill him!"

Jing Wuming smiled bitterly, spread his hands and said, "What do you think you should do?"

"Take the sword energy back!" Su Xiaoyue said coldly, "He is just a mortal child. If you kill him, how can you improve your cultivation in the future?"

"But I've done so much-" Jing Wuming pointed at the blood pool and said, "I'm not willing!"

"You can't kill me if you are unwilling to accept it!" As he said that, Su Xiaoyue walked to Jiang Qingyang, looked at the purple marks flashing on his face, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her face was a little confused.

Seeing this, Jing Wuming knew that he would not be able to accomplish anything today. He sighed inwardly and said, "Okay, I won't practice anymore-ah! Xiaoyue, what are you doing!"

Su Xiaoyue suddenly slapped her hand, and the green light flashed violently, slapped heavily on Jiang Qingyang's head. Jiang Qingyang's whole body shook, and blood gushed out, instantly dyeing her entire face.

Su Xiaoyue said lightly: "I have broken his skull, so don't worry now."

"Why?" Jing Wuming's mind went blank, and a hint of fear came out. He walked forward, looked at the fallen Jiang Qingyang, and then looked at Su Xiaoyue with a blank look on his face, "You are crazy! Why did you kill him!"

Su Xiaoyue squatted down silently and placed Jiang Qingyang again, looking at Jiang Qingyang with a numb look on her face. Then she stood up, shook her hand and shook the blood stained in her hands. Then she touched Jing Wuming's face and smiled and said, "Now you don't have to make things difficult. Keep going!"

Jing Wuming seemed to not know Su Xiaoyue, looked at her again and said incredibly: "Impossible, impossible, how could you be such a kind person--"

Jing Wuming just felt that he was dreaming at this moment. In my impression, she had been a gentle, kind and considerate woman for so many years, and she would never believe that she would kill people for no reason. But now she saw it with her own eyes - yes, it is normal that the weak in the world of cultivation, suspicion of each other, and a little cruel. But there are also people with soft minds. Su Xiaoyue was blessed by her master before, but now she has Jing Wuming, a powerful husband. There is no need to worry about her own safety. Her state of mind is pure and kind, just like Jing Chusu, and she has not received much baptism of bloody fighting. Therefore, even if Jing Wuming saw it with her own eyes, she still couldn't believe it.

However, he was also a person with a strong mind. After a moment, he returned to normal. He took her hand and said, "You don't have to do this. I should do it just now, destroying your purity in vain. If you have a demon in your heart, what should you do if you call me?"

"I'm fine." Su Xiaoyue said softly, "I'll do this kind of thing. I'm your wife, and I should share your worries. Even if there is retribution, it will be retribution on me. You must protect our children."

Jing Wuming felt aroused in his heart and said to himself: "If she thinks like this, it will definitely be bad!" He quickly comforted him: "What kind of retribution is not retribution? According to what you say, killing someone is retribution. Then those demons and demons have died long ago?"

Su Xiaoyue turned pale and she said self-deprecatingly: "What's the difference between me and those demons?"

Jing Wuming was secretly shocked and said, "Don't say that. If you don't talk about the demons, just talk about the government affairs of the mortal world. If a war is a million corpses, then those emperors, generals, and soldiers have not been punished by heaven? We immortals must follow the rules and not talk nonsense."

"I have violated the rules in my behavior. What's the point of saying it?" Su Xiaoyue shook her head and did not say this. Instead, she said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, don't worry. Let's start quickly! I also want to see what the power of the living dead is after death."

Seeing that her expression was relaxed, Jing Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said, "Okay!" His eyes couldn't help but swept to Jiang Qingyang who died again, and he didn't know what it felt like in his heart.

Jing Wuming helped Su Xiaoyue aside, then floated to the next to the nine corpses, and a little on his hand, all the clothes on the corpse retreated, revealing the dead green stiff body. Then the sword light on Jing Wuming's hand flashed continuously, and dense talismans were carved on each corpse. Dark red bloodshots emerged through the skin, making it extremely terrifying.

When it was engraved on Jiang Qingyang, Jing Wuming's hands trembled slightly. Somehow, his heart felt a little weak. He always felt that although Jiang Qingyang's eyes were closed, his eyes seemed to be always concentrated on himself. This feeling made Jing Wuming a little crazy and felt very uncomfortable.

After the talisman of the Living Dead was carved, Jing Wuming breathed a long sigh.

After waiting for half an hour, I guess Jiang Qingyang's soul had been sucked away by the cycle of reincarnation. Jing Wuming pointed at them, pinched dozens of finger tips, then opened his mouth and squirted, and another lump of essence and blood formed into a pearl shape and floated above his palm.

Jing Wuming grabbed it forward and yelled "Check!" The talisman on the eyebrows of the nine corpses suddenly flashed, and a thin slit was opened, and then a drop of blood flowed out of the thin slit. The nine people's bodies shriveled at a visible speed, turning into skin and bones.

Nine drops of blood floated onto Jing Wuming's hands at the same time, and merged with his own essence and blood above his palm. Seeing this, Jing Wuming pointed his fingers and divided the large blood drops into nine, turning into nine talismans. Jing Wuming pointed at his eyebrows, divided the nine spiritual senses and imprinted them into them, and then injected the talisman into everyone's body.

After a virtual shot of nine, he shot all nine corpses into the blood pool, only one head was exposed. The word "Yin and Yang" suddenly appeared red, and the originally calm blood also circulated rapidly, turning from the word "Yin" to the word "Yang", and then turning from the word "Yang" back to the word "Yin" to make the change of yin and yang.

On the surface of the blood pool, the giant talisman carved by Jing Wuming shone with the talismans on the nine corpses, and a mysterious connection was created. The talismans on the nine corpses flashed and wandered on the skin.

Seeing this, Jing Wuming grabbed the black bottle he took out in advance and opened the yellow talisman on the seal. A ray of Yin Evil turned into smoke and gushed out in an instant. Jing Wuming was a little disgusted with it. With his brows slightly frowned, his spiritual sense injected into it, controlling them to float to the nine people, and did not enter, but instead floated between their seal halls and stirred in a vortex shape.

Jing Wuming pointed another finger, and the nine jade boxes opened one by one, and nine pure yang beads floated out from it, shining with white light. These nine beads were hard-won. Jing Wuming spent so much effort on this, either buying or changing, grabbing or asking for it. He returned all the pure yang magic weapons and extracted them one by one to refine them into these nine beads.

Jing Wuming sighed inwardly, bounced the beads forward, and floated over the heads of nine people. Then he stopped moving, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoyue said, "Then I'll leave first." After that, she left hurriedly.
Chapter completed!