I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

Sit up from bed.

Xu An looked at the freezing cold house with a thick layer of ice hanging on the walls.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

He continued to practice at this pace.

Wait until you reach the divine fetus or the realm of creation.

Wouldn't it be possible to make the whole body cold by just using some magic power?

outrageous.

Stretching out his hand, Xu An cracked his knuckles and twisted his neck, and a series of crisp sounds came from his whole body.

Before, he was in the Tongpan Mansion, working hard and running back and forth. All the headaches, chest tightness and hunger that had accumulated repeatedly were swept away with the improvement of his strength.

At this moment, his ghost body was filled with surging magic power.

Even if it is a piece of stubborn stone, Xu An is confident that he can squeeze juice out of it.

Looking at the transparent wall, emitting a faint blue light, and the thick ice wall.

Xu An's mind moved slightly, and he activated his magic power and tapped it lightly with two knuckles.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the entire wall seemed to tremble slightly.

Xu An took two steps back and scanned the entire ice wall.

The next moment, a sudden snapping sound was heard.

The entire ice wall suddenly separated from the original wall of the house and fell completely in front of Xu An.

It presents a beautiful color with transparent color and shallow prisms.

Reading this book satisfies my obsessive-compulsive disorder, just like tearing off a complete blood scab from a wound on my hand.

"The eighth level of Qi training is indeed powerful, and as my strength increases, my control over my magic power is also increasing."

"In calligraphy, there's a saying that goes, 'The force penetrates the wood three inches deep, and the force seeps through the back of the paper.' I can manipulate my magical power and transmit it between the ice and the wall, so I've apparently achieved a similar effect..."

Rub your fingertips lightly and watch the ice-blue magic power flow on your hands.

Xu An was silently calculating and estimating his own level of cultivation in his heart.

She is not Mu Linjiang, who inherits the Shangqing Sect's legacy and has a large amount of information to consult. She can ask her elders in the sect at any time if she doesn't understand anything.

"As your strength improves, the amount of experience packs you need to consume also starts to increase."

Previously, when Xu An used the novice gift pack, only three experience packs allowed him to break through to the second level of Qi training, and there was still some excess.

But this time, he bought forty experience packs at one time, thinking that it would allow him to at least reach the ninth level of Qi training.

Unexpectedly, he only broke through to the eighth level of Qi training in the end.

Obviously, as your strength increases, the required experience packs will increase exponentially.

"My life span is not long enough..."

Looking at his limited life span, Xu An gave up the idea of ​​continuing to buy experience packs.

Within two days, he broke through to the eighth level of Qi training.

This speed is quite explosive in the entire Yinting monk world.

Any faster would be outrageous.

What's more, Wang Ben had become suspicious once before when he discovered that his strength had increased.

Fortunately, Mu Linjiang suddenly appeared that time and interrupted his suspicions.

This time, no matter what, I must hide my strength.

After figuring this out, Xu An rubbed his fingertips lightly, turned his hands and formed seals, shattering the ice in the room. Then, he slowly suppressed the magic power that was surging like a river in his body.

Only after making sure that his breath was at the first or second level of Qi training, that trickling and flowing state, did he feel relieved.

Open the door, put all the broken ice cubes into the rice jar, and throw them into the tributary of the River Styx.

After doing all this.

Xu An lay on his back on the bed, his consciousness gradually drifting away...

At a certain moment, it seemed as if his thoughts penetrated the two worlds and entered the human world.

Before his eyes, Mu Linjiang arrived at Lishan Sword Sect alone.

At the foot of the mountain gate shrouded in clouds.

Countless white-robed disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect surrounded her.

Follow the stairs and extend upwards.

In front of the main hall of the Lishan Sword Sect, there is a sword pond with the lotus of fortune in the center.

Several figures in sword robes gathered together, overlooking Mu Linjiang's stubborn resistance.

The sky was filled with rosy clouds, intertwined with sword shadows.

Mu Linjiang's purple robe was stained with blood and he was seriously injured. Countless corpses lay around him, their flesh and blood cracked like a spider web.

A steady stream of black and purple aura emanated from their bodies, gradually forming a giant, grinning human face in the sky, which then swooped down.

"careful!"

Xu An couldn't bear it any longer, so he rushed over, grabbed Mu Linjiang and turned to run.

But when I pulled hard, I suddenly found that the other person didn't move at all.

Looking back, Xu An found that the entire sky had turned dark green, like a splash-ink landscape painting spreading out before his eyes, with a black and purple luster shining continuously.

Looking down, Mu Linjiang, who was originally held by him, now had disheveled hair and was letting out a series of giggles.

"you…"

A strange feeling surged up from the bottom of my heart.

Xu An instinctively opened his mouth and wanted to ask her why she didn't leave.

Suddenly, the person in front of him suddenly raised his head, revealing scarlet eyes, and opened his bloody mouth that was torn to his ears, biting his hand fiercely!

Xu An instinctively pulled his hand away and dodged backwards.

But the next moment, his whole body lost weight, as if he was about to fall into the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, a strong impact suddenly came from his head, back, elbows, etc.

Xu An was suddenly awakened by the pain.

Then I realized that I was dreaming...

The dream was so real that he rolled off the bed in fear...

Ok.

It must be that what happened yesterday was too exciting, causing me to think about it during the day and dream about it at night.

He touched his head which was hit. Fortunately, his cultivation has improved and his ghost body's endurance has also become much stronger.

"Brother, are you awake?"

As he was rubbing it gently, there was a gentle knock on the door, accompanied by Wang Ben's familiar voice.

But Xu An vaguely felt that his tone had become much more upbeat and polite.

Xu An still remembered that this old guy abandoned him and ran away in the human world.

"Wake up, wait a minute."

After replying unhappily, Xu An got up, straightened his clothes a little, and looked around the room to see if there was any trace of last night before walking to the door.

After adjusting his breathing and calming his mind, Xu An returned to his slightly well-behaved and ignorant state from yesterday, and then opened the door.

In an instant, a large group of ghost messengers, led by Wang Ben, with pale ghost faces, filled the open space in front of his door.

Hey guys, what's going on?

Xu An was slightly stunned.

Could it be that there are many Yinchai at my door, the one on the left is a Yinchai, and the one on the right is also a Yinchai?

He complained in his heart, but a slight doubt appeared on his face. After hesitating for two breaths, he seemed to react and asked in confusion:

"My dear colleagues, it's already noon. Don't we need to go to the mortal realm to catch ghosts?"

"no, I'm fine."

The group of ghost messengers behind all smiled and shook their heads.

Wang Ben seemed to have a very good relationship with him, and said with a smile in front of the ghost messengers:

"My dear brother, you may not know that the magistrate issued an order this morning, ordering us to rest for three days. We do not need to return to the underworld."

"Yeah, yeah, it's a rare opportunity to have this much free time. I thought I was just sleep deprived."

"Who says it's not true? I've been working in the underworld for three years, and this is the first time I've had the good fortune of three consecutive days off..."

Seeing the excitement on the faces of these ghost messengers, Xu An became even more confused and couldn't help asking:

"Then why are you all here with me instead of going out to the city to have fun, relax, drink tea, play the zither, listen to books or watch operas?"