Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1057: Misunderstanding
"Nobody knows the height of heaven and earth like you do. I don't know how many subtle things I've done over the years, all of which have become the immortality pill for my soul and slaves! If you understand this trend, you'll quickly reverse the situation, otherwise, I hope you..."
Haha!
Before he could finish his curse, Ye Feng's voice raised his hand, the spiritual energy of water hitting a worn-out white silk flower. After the sound, the old man hurriedly stopped the drum's vibration.
"Since you want to die wholeheartedly, we will fulfill your wish!"
As the voice fell, he created a flower, which quietly halted before him.
Haha!
Like thunder, the huge sound was several times stronger than the previous drumbeat. It felt like a mountain tsunami, a direct lightning bolt shaking, rocks splashing onto the mountain!
Meanwhile, the cold, desolate atmosphere now completely covered the chaotic grave below!
In the evening, the cold wind biting, the autumn chill growing, Yin Yun and sweat stood on top, beautiful eyes frightened at that moment.
She was a girl first, then a good person. Facing things beyond reason, the reactions of our academy always made him forget his abilities for the first time.
"Focus on your soul"?
Ye Fengsheng's voice was different. Humans are the scariest thing in the world. Seeing human evil spirits, naturally knowing the truth that "nothing matters beyond life and death," and with the current power, there's little that can threaten his life. At least not this hunched old man before us.
Zen Practice is a somewhat biased branch among middle school monks. Some say that in most people's eyes, such monks are misunderstood devils. This crime and symbolic evil, even if ordinary people encounter it, meditation considers it the devil.
After all, dealing with and embracing the spiritual power of the deceased all day will make one less human. Additionally, the sun faces more troubles when fleeing the grave. Over time, he formed a habit day and night. More importantly, encountering someone who turned their head a long way in the middle of the night, you're treated like a ghost.
Even a legitimate monk would respond to things about meditation with gratitude, so if you treat him as a friend, befriending him, he might think about how many resources you have in your dead body experience that could be used for this world cultivation...
However, these Zen practices are confined to ordinary people's activities and cultivation, they are different, at least orthodox meditation does not start digging corpses, softening dead people's bones, thus losing conscience, losing descendants.
Only those eager to achieve, those attempting to retire and gain power from meditation, would dig their graves, attempting to find ways to enhance their power through shortcuts.
Obviously, the old man before us successfully moved toward half-hearted meditation or mental repair!
The reason he confirmed this is because Ye Fengsheng clearly felt that the corpses buried underground for so long began to crawl upward from the drum vibrations!
The most direct way to determine if meditation becomes ghost practice is to control the body.
To control the body, we need to smell the scent of dozens of corpses, and now the whole country is trembling. This proves that the old man in front of us has smelled the scent of over 300 corpses on Xiao Yan.
Nobody can ignore this number!
"Go find thorns and bamboo leaves, wait for me at the foot of the mountain once found."
Though these corpses have not yet risen from the ground, Ye Fengsheng said to Qiu Yun, "Once I solve this beast, success will come upon you."
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Unpredictable, now a powerful but timid Qiu Yun, he simply couldn't imagine finding someone in such a place, as he saw!
"Want to go?"
The old man across the street heard a cold joke: "Since you came, don't go looking for them!"
Other sounds drew nearer and nearer, up and down a floor, as if coming from all directions, the cold wind whistling around, making Qiu Yun's body soften without a shred of power.
For someone who has never seen something like this, it's hard to find it without fear and awareness.
"Really inconvenient!"
Those dropping from the chain at this crucial moment have a deep disdain for Ye Fengsheng, they obviously have the ability to resist, but due to cowardice, they turn into oil bottles. Why did you come here?
This mood isn't very good, Ye Fengsheng reached out and painted the ghost of the water lake in the empty room. He couldn't help but stare at Qiu Yun intently. He warned her: "Take out the cup, activate the robe I described. Just stand there and don't move. Don't stare with your eyes. Alright, I'll call you."
"Alright, alright."
Alright, at that point, autumn rhymes like a drowning person grabbing the shoulder. He's lost the logic of thinking. No matter how Ye Fengsheng says, he agrees on the spot.
Doing it or not is another matter.
Jiaozi.
As the first rotten palm tree emerges from the mud, Ye Feng's voice furrowed his eyebrows, when noticing it was behind the climbing maggots, he slammed one foot onto the ground.
The moment of spirituality was like a tide, a great soul could be seen focusing on the leaves and phoenix at the sound, spreading in all directions. No matter where the sand returned to this vegetation, it would rise and fall like waves, like a quiet and chaotic cemetery. At this point, it finally looked like a white-haired quicksand and river!
Soon, the drumbeat started again, the climber's body deeply sinking into the sediment, unable to move from side to side.
"Is this it?"
His talent was destroyed, without reason to be disappointed. The old man laughed behind Ye Fengsheng's voice, raising his hand, continuously banging the wrinkled palm on the drum.
Meanwhile, with the drum surface vibrating, bright red blood stains quickly spread. In that drum sound, it fell into countless tiny fragments carried by sound waves, drifting to the sky.
The sudden blood scent melted into the cold, like an ancient battlefield, bodies littered the wasteland.
The old man sharply raised his hand. In the wound on the skin of his palm, countless bloody liquids visible to the naked eye dissolved into the air.
Now, the ground Ye Feng's voice cut should erupt with a cold sensation. It didn't need the heavenly eye's help at all. It could be clearly seen that countless chaotic spiritual powers extracting blood from the sky made their bodies stronger.
"Does this spirit-frustrated drum have the power to attract the spiritual power of the dead?"
In my mind, I was surprised to see the vision of those who fell blood from the air under the drum sound. It gradually showed the spiritual power of its shape, Ye Fengsheng furrowed his eyebrows.
In the end, he knew why he couldn't meet here, it was simply for the people buried in this mass grave, they were all bad people throughout his lifetime! Some say they were angry people, unwilling to escape anger!
Only those who died of hatred can leave such a strong resentment after death, helping external forces, catching breath, getting what's called...
Devil!
Perhaps because of the pact already concluded, it should have been the most comprehensive document, rather than anytime, it had completely formed.
Watching them float, showing their teeth, the thick red chaos devouring each other, Ye Feng's voice and face became invisible.
"Can my tools enter your eyes?"
The old man returned Ye Fengsheng's words intact, eyes revealing cruelty. In the past, he took over heaven and earth with this spirit drum. No matter how harshly enemies dealt with him, he would kill ten thousand ghosts biting his soul's heart drum.
But just as he was boasting and talking grandly, the large palm tree in the void destroyed the confidence in their eyes.
Meanwhile, you could hear Ye Feng coldly speaking in their ears.
