Chapter 128

"Nine life skills", Jiang Chuan was shocked.

"Yes! In the holy land of kunxu, there is the technique of three lives, which is extremely against the heaven and can produce three more lives out of thin air! If you add one life, you will have four lives. This kind of person is extremely difficult to kill. It takes four times to die completely! ", Fat Taoist said in shock.

Fat Taoist priest has heard of the three life skills of kunxu holy land. These skills are too rebellious, and few people in kunxu holy land know them.

"Hard to kill? Is it possible to take eight pieces of this skill, destroy its elixir field, and destroy its spirit and soul, Jiang Chuan said with a smile.

"Hey, you're right, you can live! And it's full of blood! Are you strong or not? If you meet such a person, you will die only if you kill all his life. ", The fat Taoist said.

"No? Is there such a magic, Jiang Chuan was surprised and said, is there such a magic in the world?

"Just look at it.", Then the fat Taoist picked up the book and opened it slowly!

The fat Taoist stares at the book, word by word, the more shocked he is!

"It's really wonderful! I don't know if I can have nine lives, but this skill is absolutely against heaven! ", Fat Taoist read the first page, shocked to say.

Jiang Chuan saw that the handwriting on the first page was a little dim, and then he exclaimed.

"Yes, these handwriting are all engraved with mental force. It will be lighter if you look at them once. If you look at them again, they will disappear! Your cultivation is low and your mind is weak. Now that you are clear, you can see first, The fat Taoist handed out the book and said.

Jiangchuan didn't refuse either. The fat Taoist had a high level of cultivation and a strong sense of God. He could see it even if it was dim, but Jiangchuan couldn't.

Jiangchuan turned page by page and saw the end from the beginning. He found that this skill could only be learned from this altar.

After reading, Jiang Chuan threw the book to the fat Taoist.

The fat Taoist read the book conscientiously. When the fat Taoist finished the last line, the handwriting in the book disappeared completely without any trace. Then the book turned into dust and fell into the palm of the fat Taoist.

"Gone?", The fat Taoist exclaimed. In the palm of his hand, there was only some dust left. What book was there?

"Nine lives! In order to succeed, we need to offer blood and spirits at the altar of heaven's mandate and worship them with devotion. ", Jiang Chuan looked at the statue and murmured.

"Haha, it's just a little blood. It doesn't affect me. I can get nine lives, but I make a lot of money!", Fat Taoist said with a smile, nine lives, who doesn't want it? One of them was killed, and there are eight left. It can be said that they are immortal.

"Are you not afraid of deceit? I always feel that this nine life skill is strange, Jiang Chuan said with some worry that offering blood and spirits looks like some evil arts.

"You don't want it? I won't wait, When the fat Taoist said that, he reached out and held it. In the hands of the fat Taoist, there were three pillars of incense.

The fat Taoist ignited the incense and came to the altar. He worshipped three times toward the void. Then he took out a knife and cut a small hole on his finger. From the small wound, nine drops of blood were dripping. Nine drops of blood were spinning in front of the fat Taoist. Then the fat Taoist took out his nine spirits and injected them into the nine drops of blood.

After all this, the fat Taoist slowly stepped down from the altar and worshipped towards the altar!

After the first visit, a drop of blood with the spirit of the fat Taoist suddenly rose up, but he did not know where to go! On the altar, the golden light flashed, and then slowly disappeared!

"Huh?", When that drop of blood disappeared, the fat Taoist felt that he was a little different!

Jiang Chuan also found that the fat Taoist looked different. His breath changed subtly!

"Is there really a nine life skill?", Jiang Chuan said in surprise.

The fat Taoist felt very good. At least it didn't seem to be a bad thing at present. Then he worshipped eight times toward the altar, and the eight drops of blood with the spirit of the fat Taoist also disappeared on the altar!

"Nine lives! Sure enough, it's jiumingshu. Come on, brother Jiangchuan, come and kill me! ", The fat Taoist's eyes burst out a burst of brilliance! I feel the existence of the nine life skill. It doesn't need people to sacrifice it. It can trigger automatically!

"You're not sick, are you? Let me kill you, Jiangchuan's eyes were strange. For the first time, he heard such a silent request. He didn't know whether it was true or false.

"Forget it, you can't kill me.", Fat Taoist said, it seems to think of something, Jiangchuan but the peak of cultivation, even if the fat Taoist stand let Jiangchuan kill, Jiangchuan can't kill.

Fat Taoist said, the body issued the sound of bang bang!

Jiangchuan saw that in the Dantian of the fat Taoist priest, a little man who was beating a seat suddenly woke up. Then he looked up to the sky and roared, bang, and exploded!

Under the explosion, the body of the fat Taoist priest was crushed!

Jiangchuan cried out. The fat Taoist didn't inform him before he came here. How could Jiangchuan resist the explosion?

The puppet king suddenly appeared to protect Jiangchuan.

Boom!

An extremely violent energy explosion! This fat Taoist chose to blow himself up!

The blood mist was all over the sky, and the fat Taoist had no residue left.

"This...", Jiangchuan is very speechless, this fat Taoist, say burst burst burst, that like modern people? You're not really dead, are you? Who can survive the explosion? Jiang Chuan can see that the Taoist priest's divine sense, spirit and body have been completely broken. Even the great power at the top of the realm of creation will die!

"Wu Qi? Thirty five, Jiang Chuan tried to call, but there was no response.

"Well, I told you not to try, but to try. Is it all right now? There are no bones left, Jiang Chuan said with a bitter smile, and then looked into the blood fog to see if the fat Taoist had any divine knowledge left behind. Maybe he could be resurrected later.

"Who said I was dead? I'm fine, aren't I? "

Just as Jiang Chuan was about to enter the blood fog, a voice came from the blood fog. Jiang Chuan was familiar with this voice. Who could it be, not a fat Taoist?

I saw the blood fog quickly gathered, out of which came a man!

Fat Taoist laughed, in good condition, even without any damage! Even the breath is not weak at all!

Jiang Chuan's jaw is so startled! It's not dead yet? Before, the fat Taoist died and could not die any more. Can he still live?

Jiang Chuan came to the fat Taoist priest and squeezed his body. It was a real flesh and blood body!

"Nine lives! It's really amazing! ", The fat Taoist praised repeatedly. In this way, he had ten lives. Minus one from the experiment, there were nine more!

Where did you go just now, Jiang Chuan asked.

The fat Taoist shook his head and said, "I don't know what happened after the explosion, but when I opened my eyes, I saw my own blood fog!"

Jiang Chuan was puzzled. Is this nine life skill really so wonderful?