The Magic Monk in the Second Dimension

For example, these two gold folding fans, such as various pearls and gems.

Another example is a scroll of bamboo slips with a history of more than 500 years, inscribed with ancient characters that others cannot understand.

Xia Zhi waved his hand and used mana to modify the text above.

He frowned from time to time and thought deeply, and from time to time made changes to the revised text in front of him.

After half an hour, a new exercise specially tailored for ghosts was released.

This is a magic way called "Devil Blood Gong", which is divided into three parts.

The first one requires the use of blood of the same kind to replenish itself and cultivate true qi, which is the period of qi refining.

The second chapter requires the consumption of a large amount of souls and flesh of the same kind to refine mana, which is the foundation-building period.

In the late stage of foundation building, a large amount of mana can be consumed to generate an invisible vestment on the body surface to block sunlight.

The last one is to strengthen oneself with mana, and finally achieve Jindan.

So far, the mana is endless, and the ghosts can always maintain the existence of the vestments and walk freely in the sun.

If you want to practice "Devil Blood Art", you need to consume a lot of cannibals, and in the end, you even have to cast a blood pool of [-] people for practice.

And you have to practice more than once.

With the current number of ghosts, it is simply not enough to see!

After cultivating the exercises, he truly felt that he was getting stronger and stronger, and he should be able to let go of the restrictions on his opponent's cannibals and let them reproduce in large numbers on their own to provide him with blood and soul training.

Putting this exercise in front of Guiwu Tsuji Wumai, don't worry if he doesn't care.

In order to make the method of obtaining and "discovering" the bamboo slips more reasonable, in the middle of the night, the nobles who came to present the bamboo slips on the summer solstice retreated.

He opened the golden folding fan to block the lower half of his face, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"I like this bamboo slip very much. What reward do you want?"

The nobleman immediately remembered the news about a small landlord he had heard a few months ago, and a fiery color flashed in his eyes.

"I want to be immortal!"

"Fulfill your wishes!"

In the aristocrat's overwhelmed look, Xia Zhi cut off his wrist and bestowed the noble blood with ghostly blood.

In the process of turning nobles into ghosts, he "accidentally" spilled some blood on bamboo slips.

"what?"

Xia Zhi showed a "surprised" expression at the right time, and picked up the bamboo slips on the ground.

The nobleman ate the blood of Tongmo given by Xiazhi, and immediately began to transform from human to ghost.

The blood in his body was quickly eroded by the ghost blood, emitting a huge amount of heat.

"Ah! It's hot! It's hot!"

The aristocrat quickly took off his clothes and rolled on the ground frantically.

His teeth began to sharpen, two horns on the top of his head slowly protruded, and his skin was red as if it had been cooked.

When the nobleman screamed, out of the corner of his eyes he saw Xia Zhi holding a bamboo slip, and he watched with relish.

After a period of time, the transformation was completed, and the nobles stopped their screams.

He got dressed, straightened his demeanor, and bowed his head to Xia Zhi.

"Lord Sect Leader, I was really rude just now."

Xia Zhi "indulged" in the bamboo slips, nodded casually, and said.

"You go. Remember not to sunbathe."

"Yes."

Taking advantage of the darkness, the nobles left respectfully.

After another period of time, at dawn, the summer solstice put down the bamboo slips in his hands.

Through the painted skin made of Tongma, Xia Zhi connected to the network of cannibals formed by the curse implanted in the body of the cannibals, and contacted the ghost dance Tsuji no miserable.

In order to hide his identity, only Guiwu Tsuji Wumai can summon other ghosts, and it is impossible for other ghosts to take the initiative to meet Guiwu Tsuji Wumai.

And as the main force of the ghost dance Tsuji no miserable sent to find a way to make the ghost live under the sun, only the ghost of the string is qualified to contact him.

However, with the miserable tyranny of Oni Dance Tsuji, if you call him if you have nothing to do, it is simply courting death.

Therefore, the Ghost of Winding Strings has never contacted Kiwu Tsuji Wumai in this way.

After receiving Tong Mo's "call", Guiwu Tsuji no miserable frowned.

"Tongmo?"

He had previously told him not to contact him unless a clue was found.

"Could it be that Tong Mo already has a clue? I hope you bring me good news. Otherwise, even if it is to wind up, I will pay the price of my life if you dare to disturb me!"

Guiwu Tsuji Wumisian first contacted Naruto.

Naruto is a ghost with only one eye.

Although she is not Crescent Moon, she is more important than Crescent Moon in the eyes of Kiwu Tsuji.

Because she masters space-related blood ghost art.

Naruto can teleport other ghosts or people to the base camp of the ghost dance Tsuji no miserable, do not know where to build the infinite city, and arbitrarily change the spatial structure of the infinite city.

Simply put, it is an escape stunt.

Oni Mai Tsuji's miserable voice sounded directly in Naruto's mind.

"Naruto, send me and Tong Mo here."

Naruto nodded lightly and fiddled with the pipa in her hands.

With a crisp sound, the ghost dance Tsuji Wumisi appeared in front of Naruto, dressed in a black suit and with plum-red eyes.

Bowing to him as a show of respect, Mingnu played the pipa again.

In a stronghold of the Elysium Sect, Xia Zhi felt a space fluctuation enveloped him and wanted to take him away.

The summer solstice did not resist.

With a flower in front of him, he found himself in the infinite city.

Opposite him, the corners of Guiwu Tsuji's mouth opened slightly, revealing a set of teeth that were choked by a person, and he spoke impatiently.

"Tong Mo, I hope you bring me good news."

"of course."

Xia Zhi smiled and handed the bamboo slip in his hand to Guiwu Tsuji Wumian.

Ghost dance Tsuji no miserable smelled a bloody smell on the bamboo slips, and it was still his own blood.

Guiwu Tsuji Wu miserable took the bamboo slip and found that he did not recognize the characters on it.

He narrowed his eyes, revealing a cold light, and asked Xia Zhi with a blank expression.

"what is this?"

Xia Zhi's face remained unchanged.

"Smear your blood on it and you'll know."

"I hope you're not making fun of me."

With a cold voice full of murderous intent, Guiwu Tsuji no miserable dropped a drop of his own blood on the bamboo slip.

Chapter 4 Crossing the River and Destroying the Bridge

When the blood dripped on the bamboo slip, Guiwu Tsuji Wumai was suddenly stunned.

"This is?!"

He found that these words that he couldn't understand just now suddenly became understandable.

Kiwu Tsuji frowned miserably, and reached out to wipe the blood that belonged to him on it.

The next moment, he found that he couldn't read the words on the bamboo slip again.

Even if you have just memorized something, it is quickly forgotten.

"Ha, interesting!"

Oniwu Tsuji laughed miserably.

Rarely showed curiosity and excitement in his eyes, he directly cut open his wrist and smeared his own blood on the bamboo slips like water.

This time, Guiwu Tsuji no miserable read the entire bamboo slip before stopping.

After reading it, his eyes showed scorching and greedy colors.

"Devil Blood Technique? A technique that only ghosts can practice?"

Guiwu Tsuji Wumai especially noticed the description of the "invisible vestments", and his eyes were even more radiant.

After reading this "Magic Blood Art", Guiwu Tsuji Wumisian's first reaction was to kill Tong Mo.

He suddenly raised his head, looking at Xia Zhi with murderous intent in his eyes.

Sen Leng's murderous aura was released from the ghost dance Tsuji Wumai, and even Naruto on the side was silent and did not dare to move.

Xia Zhi only smiled, and even dared to provoke him.

"Oh, are you going to kill me? I'm so scared! Should I beg for mercy now?"

"……Humph!"

Looking at this ill-fated face, Guiwu Tsuji gave up the plan to kill Xia Zhi.

Who knows if there is any problem with this "Magic Blood Art"?

He has lived for thousands of years, and he has never encountered or even heard of such a thing.

How did Tong Mo find out?