I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Light the incense stick to the old man.

Worship the soul flag again.

Then the inner energy is transported into the Zunhun Banner through the meridians of the palm.

After swallowing a Yinhun pill, Old Man Xiang did become stronger.

He desperately hopes to get the second one.

Since the baby needs inner energy, then deliver inner energy.

Until all the energy in the body is consumed.

The black flag spit out another black bead the size of an egg.

The old man Xiang held it carefully in his hand.

This undoubtedly strengthened his idea that the baby could indeed bring out the treasures of heaven and earth that increase people's strength.

The prerequisite for all this is inner energy.

"Not bad, very good."

Tushanjun was very satisfied with the old man Xiang's understanding.

If this continues, when the magic power is enough, Tushanjun will be able to use the dream-entrance technique to pull the old man into the dream.

Cook and eat.

All the herbs that I was reluctant to eat on weekdays were also boiled.

Old man Xiang looked at the medicines he had made to replenish qi and blood, looking a little dazed.

These books are all intended to lay a solid foundation for Xiang Wen.

It's no longer useful now.

My energy and blood were replenished, I ate again, and I gained strength.

When the internal energy recovers a little, burn the fire and sit cross-legged on the kang with five hearts facing the sky.

He took the Yinhun Pill to the old man again.

The piercing chill cut into the bones.

It seems to be able to freeze human flesh and blood directly into ice cubes.

The heat from the heated kang is steaming and will surround the old man.

Hot and cold interact with each other, neutralizing each other, and use the martial arts skills passed down from his family to the old man.

The internal energy surges along the meridians.

The unknown pure power is integrated into the meridians, precipitating into the Dantian and turning into internal energy.

The old man did not faint.

He withstood the erosion of the Yinhun Pill.

The inner Qi in Dantian is growing visibly to the naked eye.

The inner Qi feeds back into the body, warming and nourishing the underlying disease while strengthening the body.

The newly added strength was directly integrated into the internal organs.

"boom!"

The old man felt that he had opened a door.

The door that I have yet to enter.

Zang refining realm.

That is, the first-class master in this world.

Two Yin Soul Pills directly allowed a second-rate master who had passed his peak to become a first-rate master and step into Zang refining.

Internal Qi is constantly growing, and the internal organs form a cycle.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes flashed.

Even though there is only one arm left, the body is unusually coordinated, like a precision instrument being mobilized as a whole.

The skin and flesh are tough, the bones and blood are flowing, and the five internal organs are constantly breathing.

"A rare first-class master in the world, in the realm of visceral refining!"

"It's done."

The old man Xiang didn't feel happy, all this was hard-won.

If there is no belief in revenge to support him, he will freeze to death after taking the black beads for the first time.

His success was all based on the death of his wife and children.

If possible, Old Man Xiang would rather he had never made a breakthrough, as long as his wife and children were safe.

"If I had gotten the power earlier."

The old man Xiang's eyes turned red and he clenched his fists.

If he gains strength early and becomes a master in the Zang Realm, even if he gets old, Xiu Yiwei will not only not deprive him of his hereditary status, but will have the opportunity to go further.

It's a pity that the most difficult thing to find in the world is if.

Tushanjun looked at Old Man Xiang and said nothing.

Cheap sympathy is useless.

It is always difficult for people to realize the role of power.

As everyone knows, it is precisely because of having power that the world around them is beautiful.

Others will be kind to you.

To say it's too late is actually not the case.

Because it is difficult for people to obtain power beyond their own cognition.

Tu Shanjun sighed quietly, and his thoughts were surging, if only he had gained strength long ago.

There is no use in thinking too much.

Tu Shanjun abandons distracting thoughts.

Be prepared to select introductory scriptures.

Now that Old Man Xiang has become a first-class master and his internal energy has greatly increased, he has the opportunity to use the dream-entering technique.

I just don’t know which of the qigong techniques in my hand is suitable for Old Man Xiang.

There is no doubt that Ming Ling Kung is better than other techniques.

However, Ming Ling Gong only has three levels of oral formulas and mental methods. In the future, you will either have to switch to another practice or find a complete method.

So, have to look again.

The words are divided into two parts.

Kill the family in one night, practice one day and one night.

Even though Old Man Xiang has become a master of Zang Refining Realm, he still feels tired.

Holding the Zunhun flag, he fell asleep.

"Dream."

The wind and clouds swept over the practice cliff.

Above our heads is the blue sky and white sun.

The old man looked stunned.

Standing there at a loss.

Everything is so strange, yet real.

The faint gray mist dissipated, and the torn black robe fluttered in the wind.

The old man Xiang saw a tall figure.

Green face, red eyes.

His expression was scary but solemn.

The long scarlet hair was spread wildly.

The border of the black robe was damaged, as if it had been torn by some claws.

strong.

Unparalleled power.

It's like a living ghost king.

"Evil ghost!"

The old man trembled.

He had seen sneaky people before, but none of them had the terrifying and oppressive feeling of the one in front of him.

This devil with horns on his forehead.

"Sneaking into my dream, it means that there is a ghost in my house." Xiang looked at the old man calmly.

He started a boxing stance and wanted to use his inner energy.

He can't die yet.

Tushanjun can indeed enter dreams and change his face.

But once the banner master is able to use magic to summon him, what comes out will definitely be his true body.

When the two sides are not in agreement, it will lead to distrust, so Tushanjun feels that it is better to show up in person.

It's better to be scared now than later.

Tushanjun said nothing and opened his palms.

Cyan ghost hands, oval rough dark red nails, and a black bead lying quietly in the center of the palm without palm prints.

The old man's eyes suddenly widened.

Of course he recognized the beads for what they were.

Isn't it the one he ate?

"But why does this tall evil ghost in front of me have black beads?" Old Man Xiang didn't understand.

Now that Old Man Xiang has recognized the Yinhun Dan, Tu Shanjun's identity has been confirmed.

He used the black mist to condense the Nether Spirit Technique and Blood Evil Technique.

Both of these can gain strength quickly.

A Zhongzheng and peaceful person can also quickly improve his strength.

The other one requires blood evil spirit.

The best way is to use the Blood Evil Formation.

Tu Shanjun thinks that the blood evil method can actually be used.

There are so many death row prisoners in the prison. If a batch is melted, they will immediately gain great strength.

"Kung Fu?"

"The Immortal Master's Technique."

Old man Xiang has forgotten how many times he was surprised.

It really broke his cognition.

The evil ghost not only had black beads, but also came up with two techniques.

"What do you mean, you ask me to choose one of the two?" Xiang looked at the pros and cons of the technique.

After comparison, he chose Ming Ling Gong.

The blood evil method is indeed good, but the blood evil energy affects the mind.

He didn't want to be like that, and if possible, he wanted to take revenge while preserving his sanity.

Of course, this is because he has a choice, and if he doesn't, there is only one way left.

Tu Shanjun directly crushed the Blood Demon Technique and passed the Ming Ling Technique to the old man Xiang.

After memorizing it to the old man, he looked at Tushanjun: "What do you want?"

He felt that even if there was good intentions in this world, it could not come from ghosts and abnormalities, and the other party must have some agenda.

So I asked the old man straightforwardly.

Tu Shanjun was stunned. He didn't expect that Old Man Xiang was still so wary of him, and even took the initiative to ask about his request.

After thinking for a while, Tu Shanjun used the black mist to condense it into words: "Soul."

"A powerful soul."

"A condemned man in prison."

The old man opened his mouth wide in surprise.

This red-haired devil is so smart.

The other party actually knew about the death row inmates in the prison.

And the requirement is a strong soul.

Does this mean he needs to kill people to gain power?

The intelligence shown by the evil ghost in front of him made old man Xiang feel chills running down his spine.

Tushanjun drove the old man away without explaining much.

Now that you have chosen a technique, just practice it step by step. There is no need to stay at the practice cliff.

The old man woke up suddenly and lifted the quilt.

The first thing you see is the familiar ceiling, bed, and room.

Reassuring.

"Is it a dream?"

The old man said to himself doubtfully.

If it was a dream, it seemed too real.

Like it really happened.

Subconsciously letting go of his hand, he realized that he had been holding the Soul Flag tightly.

He gulped at the old man and picked up the soul flag.

Suddenly I remembered the words condensed in black mist that had appeared on the soul flag.

"Could it be that he wrote the words above?"

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