Demon's Diary

Chapter 1255: Demons Dance indiscriminately 1187 Flying Silver Corpse
"The Bai family thank you senior." Bai Yan'er was overjoyed when she heard the words, and said gratefully as she took the talisman with trembling hands.

Liu Ming didn't say anything anymore, the black light all over his body soared into the sky in a flash, and turned into a ray of light that pierced through the sky and went away.

Bai Yan'er showed a complicated expression and looked towards the direction where Dunguang was going. After a while, she let out a long sigh.

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Liu Ming continued to fly in the direction of the Barbarian Ghost Sect. After flying non-stop for another two days and two nights, a mountain range shrouded in gray clouds was already in sight. As far as his eyes could see, there were more than a dozen majestic peaks of different heights. , all towering into the clouds, surrounded by clouds and cranes, just like a fairyland on earth.

Compared with the Wanling Mountains in the Zhongtian Continent, this scene is obviously insignificant, but in this Yunchuan Continent, it is still a rare scene outside the world.

Liu Ming withdrew his light and stood in the void, squinting his eyes slightly to look at the tallest mountain in the distance.

The buildings built along the mountain are like scales, winding on both sides of a very thick mountain road, which coils like a giant python, leading directly to the mountain peak.

A look of nostalgia flashed across his eyes.

"I didn't expect that this place hasn't changed much after being away for so many years." Liu Ming muttered to himself after seeing the familiar scenery around him.

With a sigh, he moved forward and wanted to fly forward and fall.

At this moment, there was a wave behind him, and a ghost hand covered with silver scales suddenly appeared, and it grabbed Liu Ming's back like lightning.

But Liu Ming's figure flashed, without any sign, he disappeared all of a sudden, and the ghost caught nothing.

With a low growl and a vicious wind in the void, a silver zombie about ten feet tall appeared in midair.

This zombie has a humanoid face, except for two long canine teeth, it looks exactly like an ordinary monk.

Its whole body is covered with silver scales, but its back has a pair of horny silver wings, and its ten nails are extremely sharp, covered with silver scales, which looks hideous and terrifying.

The aura that emanates has suddenly reached the crystallization stage.

"Hey, the flying silver corpse..." Liu Ming's voice came from behind the silver zombie, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

The silver zombie let out a low growl, and with a movement of its wings, it was about to turn around.

At this moment, the back of its neck tightened, and a white hand grasped its body and lifted it up.

"Hoohoo!"

The silver zombie let out a roar. Although it is a zombie, but after breaking through the transformation crystal, it has already produced spiritual intelligence, how can it be willing to be captured.

The silver wings slammed on the back, and a whirlwind suddenly rolled up into the sky. The silver light on his body was shining brightly, and his body struggled violently.

There was a strange look in Liu Ming's eyes, and there was a sound like firecrackers from his arm.

Pain immediately appeared on the silver zombie's face, and a terrifying force came from the palm behind it, almost choking off its neck.

The silver light on the surface of its body suddenly became extremely dim, and its struggling body curled up, crying out in pain, but there was no resistance at all.

"My fellow Taoist, please be merciful." A cloud of gray and white mist shot out from a certain mountain in the distance, and an old voice came from it.

Once Liu Ming's eyes were fixed, he saw the figure in the cloud and mist clearly, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The man in the cloud is an old man in gray robe with triangular hair on his head and white hair all over his head. He was the only crystal-transforming monk in the Ghost Sect back then, an old man surnamed Yan.

More than 100 years have passed, but his cultivation is still in the early stage of crystal transformation, but his appearance is getting older and older.

At this moment, the old man surnamed Yan looked at the silver zombie who was easily subdued with one hand from a distance, and a look of shock flashed across his face.

Since this flying silver corpse successfully advanced a hundred years ago, its cultivation base has increased rapidly, and it is faintly approaching the realm of the middle stage of crystal transformation. Not only is it infinitely powerful, but it is also almost invulnerable to all parts of its body, and it has become the biggest killer in his hands.

Now when the Hai Clan is frequently invading Yunchuan, in order to frighten the Hai Clan, he releases it to patrol the mountains and protect the sect. He will attack and capture strangers who step into the range of the barbarian ghost sect's mountain gate. Unexpectedly, he was easily subdued by the opponent.

"I don't know who you are, but you suddenly visited the barbarian ghost sect. If there is something inappropriate about Yan, please don't take offense." Unaware of the other party's cultivation base, his heart trembled again, and he quickly called out from a distance.

After all, if the other party is angry and destroys the silver corpse that he painstakingly sacrificed, then he will suffer a great loss.

For some reason, he faintly felt that the aura emanating from this green-robed youth in the distance was somewhat familiar, as if he had met him somewhere before.

In his mind, he quickly recalled the crystal transformation powerhouses he knew, and it seemed that there was no match for the person in front of him. Being able to subdue the flying silver corpse with one hand was at least a late stage cultivation of crystal transformation.

Not to mention the Great Xuan Five Sects, but among the other sects of Yunchuan, if there is such a person, it is impossible for him not to know. Could it be that the other party is a perennial ascetic who lives in seclusion?

Liu Ming smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Uncle Yan, long time no see, I never thought that your green-haired iron corpse has successfully advanced into the flying silver corpse."

After saying that, he lightly threw the silver zombie's hand forward, and then put it back.

Thanks to the amnesty, the silver zombie still screamed in horror and flew towards the gray-robed old man trembling all over.

The old man surnamed Yan was only able to fly two or three hundred feet away from Liu Ming at this moment. Hearing that the other party called him uncle, he quickly took a careful look at the other party's face, and suddenly thought of a disciple of the Barbarian Sect more than 100 years ago in his mind. He suddenly showed a look of shock, but still said with some uncertainty in his mouth:

"You, you are Liu Ming, Nephew Liu..."

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for many years, I didn't expect Uncle Yan to still remember me." Liu Ming clasped his hands together.

"You are really Nephew Liu, but your cultivation level..." The old man surnamed Yan took a while to recover, flew closer, and asked hesitantly.

"I had an accident when I went to Bieyuan Island to perform a mission more than 100 years ago, and was transported to a place beyond the sea. I have been cultivating until now, and I was not able to return to the sea until recently." Liu Ming said with a smile.

"Okay, I can't imagine that you have cultivated to such a state in more than a hundred years. It is really a blessing for me. Come, please come to the mountain and tell me." The old man surnamed Yan was naturally overjoyed when he heard the words, and said The silver corpse is collected.

"Master, please first." Liu Ming said calmly.

"Since you have also cultivated to the crystal transformation stage, you don't need to mention the word uncle, just call me a fellow daoist." The old man surnamed Yan said seriously.

Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and he nodded, not revealing that he had actually advanced to the cultivation base of the real pill, and flew behind the old man surnamed Yan.

There are more than a dozen large and small peaks in the Man Ghost Sect Mountain Range, various pavilions, halls, and halls are surrounded by a thick sea of ​​clouds. Some monks wearing Zongmen costumes are riding clouds and fog, and are frequently traveling between the various peaks.

Looking at the several huge buildings on the largest mountain among them, although they are more solemn than before, Liu Ming still recognized some familiar places such as the Deacon Hall and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at a glance. A sense of intimacy.

Then the two landed in front of a hall on the top of the main peak and walked in.

"Uncle Yan, what happened just now..." An old man in sackcloth came out of the hall, and was startled when he saw the two old men surnamed Yan.

The old man in sackcloth was Huang Shi, the head of the Barbarian Ghost Sect. His spiritual sense sensed Liu Ming's aura, and he was terrified. Before he could take a closer look, he hurriedly bowed his hands.

"Huangshi, I have seen this senior."

"Haha, Nephew Huang, take a good look. This is not someone else, but Liu Ming from back then." Before Liu Ming could speak, the old man surnamed Yan said with a laugh.

"Yes, Liu...Junior Brother Liu..." Hearing this, the head of Huangshi suddenly raised his head, looked at Liu Ming in a daze, his eyes gradually brightened.

"Brother Master, I haven't seen you for many years." Liu Ming said with a chuckle. .

"It's really Junior Brother Liu, where have you been all these years? And your current cultivation level..." Huangshi's head was overjoyed, and then a look of horror emerged.

"Okay, I'm also very curious about this matter, let's go in and talk about it first." The old man surnamed Yan said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, yes...please." The head of Huangshi hastily moved out of the way, and asked the two to enter the hall and sit down.

"Back then, you and Fellow Daoist Ye Tianmei went to work in the sea, and there was no news after that. Afterwards, Fellow Daoist Ye also sent a message to this sect to explain the process of your disappearance. Just now you said that you have practiced in a place outside the sea. What's going on?" As soon as they sat down, Master Yan asked impatiently.

"Ye Daoyou is right. Back then I was captured by the Sea Demon Emperor on Bieyuan Island, and then I was taken to an underground mine..." Liu Ming didn't hide anything, and roughly told the experience of these years. For matters involving their own secrets, it is naturally hidden.

The old man surnamed Yan and the head of Huangshi listened all the way, and the expressions on their faces changed continuously. When they heard that Liu Ming had now joined the Taiqing Sect, one of the four great Taizongs in the Zhongtian Continent, and that he was now at the late stage of Zhendan, they immediately I froze.

"Zhen... the late stage of Zhendan..." The old man surnamed Yan ignored his appearance, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Liu Ming in disbelief.

The head of Huangshi seemed to be petrified, and he was speechless for a long time.

"The Zhongtian Continent is the real holy place for cultivation. True alchemy cultivators are only passable in the Taiqing Sect. There are also many great talents in the Celestial Phenomena Realm and the Profound Realm Realm. You don't have to be so surprised." Liu Ming shook his head.

"Taiqing Sect, this is really a great opportunity!"

The two of them came back to their senses after hearing the words, the old man surnamed Yan's expression of shock subsided slightly, but he still muttered in disbelief.

"Let's not talk about that, I don't know how the sect has been in the past few years since I left? I heard that the Sea Demon Emperor has returned to the Canghai Realm, and has been oppressing the human cultivator forces in the Yunchuan Continent all these years?" Liu Ming He didn't want to talk more about his cultivation, so he changed the subject and asked.

(End of this chapter)