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Chapter 195 Mountain Ghost Swordsmanship

Help Shang Zhen cure his illness?

This is simply a false proposition. Let alone whether Jin Ling can do it, even if he can do it, he will never do it.

Are you kidding? It's more like asking him to put some poisonous poison on Shang Zhen.

However, Shang Ran had just given him a gift, so he couldn't directly refute her face. He managed to deal with it with a few words and finally coaxed her away.

Having acquired this mountain ghost swordsmanship skill is like a child acquiring a new toy. After accompanying Wang Chong and others to finish the meal and sending the distinguished guests away one by one, he felt itchy and couldn't help it, and briefly explained a few things.

After finishing the sentence, I went into the training room and started practicing.

The book on swordsmanship given by Shang Ran is written in Yongye script. It is a translation and transcription of the original Shangui script. It has text and graphics.

Not much text, but lots of graphics.

There are eleven sword moves, but there are more than 400 large and small graphics.

Pull out the ant sword and start practicing.

The first sword move is called Guilihun. Just hearing the name, Jin Ling felt a swish of cold air passing through his body. Looking at the picture again, the movements of the villain in the picture are extremely strange and weird, and they really look like

A ghost is dancing wildly. The path of the immortal power in the little man's body is shown. Combined with blood vessels and acupuncture points, it is extremely complicated.

A small human figure, the circuits of the immortal power running in the body are so complicated that even a person with a strong mind like Jin Ling feels blurry at first glance.

Enduring the confusion and pain of his thoughts, he managed to exert his immortal power for a while, and then he felt a sudden chill all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in the cold winter. Then he opened his mouth slightly, and saw all the vomit coming out of his mouth and nose.

It's an icy cold air.

"Weird! It's really weird!" he couldn't help shouting.

How could Shang Ran give her such a weird sword technique? Has she seen it herself and practiced it? How did she know that such a sword technique is suitable for practice?

"This is the sword technique of Ghost Dao. It is naturally weird." The light on the Immortal Word Bracelet flashed, and the pale figure of Thunder Dragon floated up from it, and his eyes fell on the sword technique homepage.

"Ghost path?"

"Gods, immortals, demons, demons, ghosts, monsters, beasts, and humans." Lei Long said, "The high-level world of immortality divides the world's living beings into eight realms. The ghost realm is one of them. This mountain ghost swordsmanship,

It’s the most entry-level Kidō swordsmanship.”

"Are there really ghosts on this continent?" Jin Ling's hair suddenly stood on end.

"Ghosts are just undead souls. Just like me, just like the remnant souls of those demon ants, they can also be called ghosts to a certain extent. Ghosts have form but no substance, and they derive their power from corpses." Thunder Dragon

Said, "They naturally exist."

"Can I practice the ghost swordsmanship?" Jin Ling finally calmed down and expelled the cold air from his body, and said in shock.

"Yes." Lei Long said, "The foundation and essence of these eight paths are actually the cultivation of immortal power, but they go in different directions. At least, when your strength is low, there is this method that can give you

One more way to save life."

"You can try to practice with the water power of the Immortal Word Bracelet at the same time. They have something in common."

Jin Ling followed the instructions and started practicing again. The water power of the Immortal Language Bracelet was slowly used, condensing the air into ice, complementing the strange movement of the immortal power in the blood.

The temperature in the air dropped sharply, and layers of water droplets began to condense on the walls of the entire practice room, and the water droplets gradually began to turn into ice.

...

"Sneeze!" Xuanyuan Junchen, who was in a nearby house, sneezed and looked at the weather outside the window in puzzlement, "It hasn't changed. Why did it suddenly get colder?"

...

It took Jin Ling a long time to practice just the first step of the first move. He finally stabilized the movement of his immortal power. When he looked up, he was stunned.

The entire wall of the practice room was covered with layers of frost.

"Brother Lei, this is either a ghost swordsmanship or a water and ice swordsmanship." Jin Ling asked.

"Ghost belongs to Yin. In ghost swordsmanship, Yin energy is the strongest. Yin is cold. I said it is connected with the water system, and there is some frost. What's so surprising about it." Thunder Dragon said, "You have just practiced. Wait.

When you have perfected your practice and can control your sword moves freely, you will be much better."

"If you practice enough and use water power to completely control this ghost swordsmanship, you will be able to achieve greater effectiveness."

"You are still unable to control yourself while practicing. It is not suitable to practice in such a crowded place to avoid unnecessary consequences. You can go to the wild and remote and uninhabited places to practice. For example, places like mass graves will be able to

To better understand the true meaning of this swordsmanship."

Mass graves...

...

"Did you leave the mountain ghost swordsmanship to him?"

In the backyard of the main residence of Xianxiang Township in Lingshan, Shang Jiong asked Shang Ran. King Shang Zhen had completed the last course of his trip, the bath in the blood pool, and moved here. He will set off back to Jinhua City tomorrow.

Mo Heifeng said that although the blood pool is very curative, it is not advisable to bathe too many times in a short period of time, especially if Shang Zhen is still seriously ill.

"Yes, Brother Wang." Shang Ran said, "He accepted it gladly. It can be seen that he is willing to accept any magical skills that can make him stronger."

"He doesn't know how powerful this sword technique is yet." Shang Jiong said, "This sword technique is the secret technique you obtained when you annihilated the mountain ghost clan. The national master once said that if you are not a person in the ghost way, you are the only one who can do it.

Only those with extremely strong thoughts can practice it. Those whose thoughts are not strong enough will end up being extremely miserable if they try hard to practice."

"He, if he practices, will he be fine?" Shang Ran asked worriedly.

"No. In the process of practicing this sword technique, the strength of the immortal consciousness is extremely tested. Ordinary immortals will only feel a headache, nausea, and disordered meridians and blood. How dare they continue to practice. Those who can continue to practice must

He is a person with immortal consciousness and powerful thoughts, and may even be a potential immortal master."

"The Imperial Master believes that all the strange things about this kid may mean that he is an Immortal Mind Master, or a possible Immortal Mind Master in the future! If he can practice, or just practice a little bit, it will be enough to prove it!" Shang

There was a different hope on Jiong's face, "If he is really an immortal mind master, with his help, why worry about my unstable status?"

"But, but...I didn't tell him the truth, and I always felt uneasy when I deceived him like this." Shang Ran said unhappily.

"If this were not the case, how could he be willing to practice with peace of mind and bring out his full potential?" Shang Jiong comforted, "I'm afraid he himself doesn't understand how strong his potential is! You are not harming him by doing this.

help him!"

"If that's the case, that would be fine." Shang Ran breathed a sigh of relief slowly.

...

night.

To the west of Lingshan Fairy Township, ten miles away, there is a mass grave.

Following Thunder Dragon's advice, Jin Ling came here late at night.

Countless grave bags stand in this desolate field, and the ground is full of broken paper money and flags. The wind is blowing, and the old crows are calling at night.

Except for him, no one else's breath could be sensed within a radius of ten miles.

In addition to night crows, there are also the occasional sounds of snakes, insects and wild dogs.
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