Chapter 146: Strange ghost

The intent of the sword of death that pervaded the front was not clear, and Luo Xiu followed the induction of this martial intent and moved forward.
As we advance more and more, the power of death martial arts will become clearer and stronger. The invisible power of martial arts makes people feel that their body and soul are on the verge of death.
Luo Xiu released his sword-killing intent to fight against the sword intent of death. At the same time, a second picture of the original law of life and death appeared in his mind, and he understood the mystery of the wheels of life and death, especially the mystery that focuses on the power of death.
Unconsciously, Luo Xiu was immersed in this selfless state.
Long Ming was once a powerhouse comparable to the 9th-order Martial Emperor. Although he fell to the innate realm because of the secret method of killing his life, his realm is still there. Under the envelope of this death sword intent, he won’t suffer anything. influences.
"This kid is already immersed in the realm of selflessness and enlightenment, and has no defense at all from the outside world. Do you want to take the opportunity to kill him?"
Long Ming's eyeballs turned, and Luo Xiu was almost threatened by Luo Xiu in the Mystic Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, and he was almost intimidated by it.
However, when he thought of the Imprint of Divine Consciousness, Long Ming hesitated, because once Luo Xiu died, the Imprint of Divine Consciousness would explode. With the fragile Consciousness Sea of ​​its current innate rank, it would just collapse directly and die.
"Uncle Long, I only survived my second life after nine deaths. If I die like this, I will really lose money." Long Ming hesitated.
At this moment, Long Ming sensed a faint wave of fluctuations. The Shadowless Dragon was born with the power of space and was naturally very keen in perception.
It saw a vague, looming ghost flying over, sensing the living yang energy of Luo Xiu, and instantly rushing towards it madly.
"Would you like to help?" Long Ming's eyes flickered. Although it is only innate now, it is still easy to stop a god-refining ghost.
But soon this idea was rejected by Long Ming, and he secretly said: "It is best for this ghost to destroy this kid's epiphany. If he is seriously injured by this, Long Ming will have more time to improve my strength. Being able to rebel against the guest, get rid of the control of his divine consciousness."
Thinking of this, Long Ming sneered, his figure hidden in the space, ignoring the ghost that pounced on Luo Xiu.
Sudden realization is a dream for any martial artist.
Once in the state of enlightenment, the whole person's mind will enter a state of emptiness, and it will be easier to perceive the mysteries in the martial arts, and the strength will advance by leaps and bounds.
Luo Xiu was immersed in a state of enlightenment at this moment. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the intent of death knife turned into a pitch-black war sword, and his own thoughts turned into a war sword. The swords constantly collided, feeling the death knife from it. The essence of meaning.
Suddenly, he realized something in his heart, and his body moved instinctively, raising his hand to point out.
This seemingly ordinary finger, but it contains the breath of death, makes people feel as if they are facing a death crisis, they can't resist at all, if they resist hard, they will inevitably die.
"This is the power of death martial arts?" Luo Xiu's feelings became clearer and clearer in his heart.
Under the death martial intent, people will have the illusion of facing death desperation. The feeling that comes from the depths of the soul is irresistible, and there is no doubt that death will cause timidity, fear, and fear in the heart. It is difficult for even half of the strength to be displayed.
However, Luo Xiu didn't know that what he pointed to was exactly the direction where the ghost pounced towards him.
The breath of death spread, the ghostly human face revealed boundless panic, and the illusory body instantly collapsed and disappeared without a trace.
"Nima, is this all right?" Long Ming was stunned, "This kid is too enchanting, so he can understand the mystery of death martial arts so quickly?"
At this moment, Luo Xiu opened his eyes, just in time to see the scene where the ghost collapsed and dissipated.
He grabbed it with his probing hand, and the dead flame rose between his palms and directly grabbed it towards Long Ming, who was integrated with the space on his shoulder.
Seeing this scene, Long Ming was shocked, his first reaction was to move away, but suddenly felt a pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the connection with the power of space was instantly cut off.
"Asshole! Damn imprint of consciousness!"
Long Ming roared in his heart, knowing that Luo Xiu caused the imprint of God's consciousness, which made his soul feel painful.
When it was disconnected from the power of space, its silver-white figure appeared, and Luo Xiu pinched its neck.
Under the burning of the Nether Death Flame, Long Ming yelled in pain.
After a while, Long Ming's call became weaker and weaker, like a silver-white dead snake, held by Luo Xiu.
Luo Xiu was expressionless, staring coldly at the shadowless dragon in his hand, revealing a fierce murderous intent.
"I know it's wrong, don't burn it again, and burn it again and you will die!" Long Ming shouted weakly, and under the burning of the nether death flame, the pain was dying to death.
"Do you know that you almost killed me just now?" Luo Xiu sneered, and did not take back the ghostly death flame between his palms.
"I won't dare anymore..." Long Ming repeatedly begged for mercy.
"Next time, I will directly trigger the imprint of the divine consciousness, and let your soul fly away!" Luo Xiu gave a cold warning, before he threw Long Ming to the ground.
Long Ming slumped on the ground, secretly cursing himself for provoke this evil star. If he hadn't sneaked into the Taixuan Gate 50,000 years ago to steal the mysterious stone, he would not have been suppressed in the Mystic Realm of Ten Thousand Demon Realm and his life was almost exhausted Old dead in it.
"The power is stronger than others, Long You are now in shallow water, let's bear with this bad breath for the time being!"
"Uncle Long, I can bend and stretch. Let your stinky boy be prestigious first. Sooner or later there will be the day Uncle Long my turn over."
Long Ming's heart was full of resentment, but he did not dare to show it.
Luo Xiu also knew that Long Ming was an ancient powerhouse, and it was because of the initial coercion that he was willing to be planted with the imprint of divine consciousness to follow him. In fact, he has always been rebellious.
However, Luo Xiu believed that as long as he was given enough time, sooner or later the arrogance that belonged to the ancient dragon clan would be wiped out. As for the desire to surpass his own control, Luo Xiu would naturally not let this happen.
"Don't pretend to be dead on the ground, this is the first and last time, understand?" Luo Xiu said coldly.
Long Ming hurriedly nodded, and after this lesson, it also knew clearly that this evil star was not easy to provoke, and the sad life that he had sent to others could only continue.
After comprehending the meaning of death martial arts, the breath of death spreading here naturally could not cause the slightest obstacle to Luo Xiu.
This death knife intent has gone through at least 50,000 years and can still survive to this day, which shows that its owner must be a great martial arts expert.
After walking through the area filled with death martial intent, a strong yin aura rushed toward him, and this yin aura was extremely pure, making him feel that his cultivation base had a faint sign of a breakthrough.
"You protect me."
Luo Xiu said to Long Ming, then sat cross-legged and began to absorb and refine the pure Yin Qi here.
When refining this pure Yin Qi, the effect of cultivation is completely different from Heaven and Earth Qi.
Luo Xiu's cultivation base began to continuously improve, and it didn't take long for a more powerful aura to spread from his body, and his cultivation base broke through to the sixth stage of God Refining.
"His mother, the enchanting who killed him this day has broken through again..." Feeling the stronger True Yuan fluctuations in Luo Xiu's body, Long Ming suddenly wailed in his heart.
The higher Luo Xiu's cultivation base is, the more he has a long way to go if he wants to surpass the opponent and get rid of the imprint of spiritual consciousness.
Along with the improvement of his cultivation level, because he has mastered the second martial intent, combining the death martial intent with the killing sword martial intent, Luo Xiu's divine consciousness has also been improved, reaching the realm of the nine levels of God cultivation.
All this did not stop, Luo Xiu continued to absorb pure Yin Qi, and his cultivation was still improving and then increasing.
In the sea of ​​his mind and knowledge, Luo Xiu was also practicing "Condensing Soul Profound Art", condensed into a sword shape, like a series of illusory sword shadows, shuttled back and forth around the life and death beads.
After a long time, Luo Xiu raised his hair and let out a long howl, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
A tyrannical aura spread from the body, and the aura of death and fierce killing intent filled the surrounding space, making the shadowless dragon Longming, whose figure and space merged into one body, be forced to appear.
"Asshole, asshole, asshole!..." Long Ming was frightened and angry. The stronger Luo Xiu was, the more unhappy it was.
Luo Xiu glanced at Long Ming with indifferent gaze, this ancient shadowless dragon was much more honest after the lessons, and he did not make some small movements while he was practicing.
Sweeping his gaze around, Luo Xiu's sense of consciousness sensed that the clearing where he was, was surrounded by death martial arts, only the small area where he was not affected, and there was pure Yin Qi.
This pure Yin Qi seemed to be blocked by Death Martial Will, and this was condensed here.
Luo Xiu realized after a little thought that the open space he was in should be the place where the master of Death Martial Intent had practiced.
The pure Yin Qi was completely absorbed by him, and his cultivation level was raised to a small level, giving Luo Xiu a feeling that his intentions were still incomplete.
Suddenly, Luo Xiu's gaze was fixed more than ten meters away, a withered bone was sitting cross-legged, beside this withered bone, there was a ghost floating in the air.
But unlike other ghosts, this ghost did not rush at him, but floated in a dazed manner, sometimes raising the illusory and vague arm and waving it a few times.
Luo Xiu noticed the movement of the ghost, his pupils shrank slightly, because the traces of the ghost's arm waved, there was a hint of mystery of death martial intent.
Suddenly, this ghost seemed to have an induction, looking at Luo Xiu with a pair of godless eyes.
This ghost looked very different, it was a ghost that seemed to have self-consciousness.
Generally, the ghost that can give birth to self-consciousness must at least reach the level of a ghost, which is equivalent to the realm of Wujun in Wuxiu.
As for the ghost that Luo Xiu saw, the aura fluctuations on his body were only the seventh level of refining the gods, which was far from the realm of ghost monarchs.
"Who are you?" A wave of divine consciousness spread into Luo Xiu's perception.
Luo Xiu stared at the strange ghost, and said lightly: "I am Luo Xiu, who are you?"
"Who am I?" The ghost was puzzled, his eyes dull, and he seemed to be thinking seriously about who he was.
Luo Xiu looked at Long Ming and asked, "When I was practicing just now, did this ghost stay there all the time?"
"Yes, this ghost should have strong obsessions during his lifetime, so even if it turns into a ghost in the extremely gloomy land after death, the obsession will still be preserved."
Long Ming said, "There was a legend in the ancient times that the obsession of some martial arts experts can cross the cycle of reincarnation, and will not dissipate after a hundred reincarnations."
"Perseverance?" Luo Xiu's heart moved slightly, remembering that the spirit of reincarnation said that the special feeling he had when facing Yan Xiruo was a kind of obsession.
He looked at the ghost who was still thinking about who he was, what was his obsession?