Chapter 342: Begging for Love Brain to Get Out of the Immortal Cultivation World
Before the old ghost finished speaking, Xiao Chujing's cultivation level increased rapidly at a terrifying speed.
The early stage of Jindan, the middle stage of Jindan, the late stage of Jindan! The great perfection of Jindan!
He gripped the hilt tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulged out, purple lightning surrounded him, he raised his head and roared, black magic patterns crawled up the skin of his neck from under his collar, and quickly climbed up to his face.
White hair, red eyes, and demonic patterns do not make him look ugly, but instead increase his evil and strange charm.
"ah--"
Xiao Chujing roared in pain again, and a violent hurricane swirled around him, sweeping away the ground with sand and rocks flying everywhere.
Under the astonished gaze of the beautiful woman and the old ghost, Xiao Chujing's cultivation level broke free from the common people's understanding and soared to the Nascent Soul Realm.
The early stage of Nascent Soul, the middle stage of Nascent Soul... are still soaring!
"Oh my god." The beautiful woman was stunned and blurted out a string of swear words without caring about the Nascent Soul cultivator's face.
The old ghost was experienced and had already deduced the source of Xiao Chujing's abnormality. He shouted, "You ate a fake elixir!"
Pseudo-elixir, after a cultivator takes it, can improve several realms in a short period of time and gain powerful strength that is twice as strong as his own.
It is more extreme than the Soul Burning Technique that burns one's lifespan to increase one's power.
The sequelae are huge, and ordinary monks will not use this method of killing a thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred of their own unless they die.
As far as the cultivation of cultivators is concerned, whether it is the degree of refinement of the golden elixir or the width and depth of the qi sea, it is a gradual process. One must proceed steadily and not be greedy for haste or rush into things.
Just like a hundred-meter-high building rising from the ground, if the foundation is not solid, it is useless to build the building a hundred times faster than others. Once a typhoon blows, the house will collapse.
Xiao Chujing took the fake pill shortly after forming the pill, which was equivalent to roughly widening the meridians in his body. Accommodating the tremendous power that exceeded two realms in a short period of time would cause irreversible damage to the body and endless troubles.
When the power faded, Xiao Chujing's body was reduced to ruins.
If Xiao Chujing rashly formed the elixir, Lao Gui could still find a way to help him slowly adjust the elixir core in the future, but he acted recklessly and caused such a scene, even Lao Gui would be powerless to save the situation.
The old ghost beat his chest and stamped his feet. Xiao Chujing's qualifications were enough to make him a great immortal cultivator who would go down in history, but he gave up everything with his own hands.
His heart was broken, as if he saw a genius being plundered of his spiritual roots and reduced to a useless person!
Damn it, he would never help a love-brained woman again even if he died! A spoiled husband should put on an apron and wash dishes and breastfeed the children, and wait until he is old and ugly before being kicked out by a woman, and not come out to bring disaster to the world of immortal cultivation!
"ah!"
While Xiao Chujing and the beautiful woman were fighting, the old ghost was holding a thigh bone and banging his head against it, he was so angry that he lost his mind.
"Is this what it feels like to have power?"
Xiao Chujing flew into the air with his sword in hand, closed his eyes, and intoxicatedly felt the majestic spiritual energy in his body. He felt very good now.
He laughed heartily, holding the sword in both hands and slashing forward. A deep crack like an abyss appeared on the ground. The sword energy cut the control lines of the puppet "Xiao Chujing" hanging on the bronze door. He felt lighter and was no longer under control.
The beautiful woman had a grim expression on her face and flew backwards. The male corpse in the coffin beside her also opened his eyes and entered a combat state.
The world is resurrected with terror. Coffins rise from the ground one after another, and powerful zombies keep sitting up from the coffins.
Xiao Chujing was very arrogant and did not take the beautiful woman's dying struggle seriously.
Without a thought, the thousands of corpses he left on the ground shook together, and thousands of cold swords broke out of the ground beside the corpses.
It turns out that his earlier deaths were not meaningless one-sided killings. Every time before he died, he would hide an attack talisman under his body.
His route forward, every step he took, was carefully designed.
If all of his bodies were connected point by point, they would become a giant attack formation with the effects of binding and weakening.
His original plan was to lure the woman into the magic circle, and then take advantage of her loss of freedom to break through the bronze door.
So Lao Gui kept telling him to stay calm and not do anything stupid.
The magic circle is only half completed, and he doesn't want to waste any more time... Half of the magic circle's effectiveness is enough for him now!
The swords rang loudly, and thick black lines connected the swords. The remaining formation was illuminated by light, and thousands of swords grew like bamboos, turning into giant swords, surrounding the beautiful woman's ant-like tiny body.
"What a joke..." The beautiful woman screamed in horror. She was not given time to say her last words. This world was like a carpet rolled up by brute force, folded, twisted, and crumpled into a ball of paper.
Black lines emerged from the sky, like silkworms spinning silk. The dense black lines wrapped the entire planet, forming a black cocoon.
Whether it was Xiao Chujing, the old ghost, the woman, or the corpses that had been piled here since ancient times, they were all wrapped in black cocoons.
Dead silence.
Lasting tranquility.
After an unknown amount of time, a ray of sword light, like a lightning in the dark night, broke through the black cocoon.
Xiao Chujing flew out of the hole in the black cocoon on his sword, carrying a coffin behind him.
The Lord of Rules is dead, and this world is shattered. Everything in sight turns to foam and disappears. In the endless darkness, only a bronze door stands silently.
Xiao Chujing flew to the bronze door on his sword and untied the coffin behind him.
The coffin was opened, and it was covered in blood, with only half of a person left: the head of the beautiful woman with her eyes open, and the upper body of the man's corpse.
Xiao Chujing's face was stained with blood, a mixture of affectionate handsomeness and arrogant coldness. He had no expression on his face. He first used the tip of his sword to lift his head to open the bronze door. When it failed to open, he threw the head into the void like throwing away garbage.
Then he picked up the remains of the man's body and smeared the blood on the door to open it.
The bronze door slowly opened.
He threw away the useless male corpse, put away his life sword, carried the coffin on his back, and walked into the bronze door.
A dirt road filled with black smoke stretched forward.
Xiao Chujing passed through the eighteen levels of hell one by one, and the light was just around the corner.
At the end of the dirt road is the entrance to the ghost world.
There was no one along the way. Xiao Chujing's head turned pale and he walked cautiously.
The old ghost sighed and followed him.
Xiao Chujing's white hair slowly turned back to black. In his confused mind, he vaguely remembered that Ye Xiaoman was a person who paid great attention to appearance. So he stood still, bit the hairband, and used both hands to gather his long hair into a high ponytail again.
The old ghost watched him tie his hair. Only when he bit the headband did he stop talking to himself.
After tying her hair, she began to mutter to herself again.
The old ghost came over and heard Xiao Chujing muttering softly: "Junior sister...Junior sister..."
Because I am afraid of forgetting, I repeat it over and over again.
Lao Gui took a deep breath and kept some distance from Xiao Chujing, fearing that he would die of love-sickness.
Ye Xiaoman's name probably had some effect in suppressing inner demons. As Xiao Chujing repeated it over and over again, the demonic characteristics on his body gradually disappeared.
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