Fantasy Realization System

In the middle of the night, Zhou Ming was standing on the balcony feeling the blowing of the cold wind, his clear eyes looked so bright in the darkness.

"come yet?"

Zhou Ming glanced at the time on the phone, the pure yang demon in his body stirred, and the yin in the house gradually increased.

"Hehe, Zhou Ming don't want it, it can't be there..."

Chu Xinran in the room was already asleep, with only a thin skirt on her body. At this moment, she didn't know what she had dreamed of. She hugged the quilt with a shy expression and muttered.

When the time was approaching early morning, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and Chu Xinran wrapped up the quilt, her eyebrows frowned slightly. The pink world in her dream was frosted, and countless beautiful pictures were shattered for a while.

Before Chu Xinran's bed, a white shadow suddenly flashed, and this white shadow floated in the air, swaying back and forth in the room.

Chu Xinran on the bed turned over and drew all of her body into the quilt. The dream was shattered. She is now in a state of half asleep and half awake. In her confusion, she felt a little depressed in her heart and opened her eyes slightly. .

"Uh...uh..."

In the dimness, Chu Xinran vaguely heard a weird sound coming from the room, her body fell cold, and most of her sleepiness disappeared.

She slowly turned around wrapped in a quilt, her pupils suddenly contracted.

From the ceiling, a white cloth strip hung down, tied with a headless female body, dangling back and forth in the room.

"what!!!"

Chu Xinran trembled all over, when she had seen such a terrifying scene, she cried out in surprise.

However, before her cry could be heard, something suddenly fell from the ceiling.

A bright red object fell on the quilt, it was a human head.

The human head was covered with blood, and the original clean quilt was now stained with bright red spots.

Chu Xinran sat up instinctively, staring at the **** head tremblingly, her face pale.

Although the face of the human head was stained with blood, Chu Xinran could vaguely see the outline of this human face. It was a female face, with red sticky hair covering half of the cheek of this female face. The corners of his mouth grin slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"I...hate...ah!"

A ghostly woman's voice came from the room. Chu Xinran's heart was beating more violently than the engine, her blood pressure rose rapidly, and she was almost suffocating.

"boom!"

The female body hanging from the ceiling suddenly fell, and the head on the quilt rolled twice and fell to the ground.

Chu Xinran shuddered on the head of the bed, clutching the **** quilt, and looked at the heads and bodies of the people on the ground in horror.

"I...hate...ah~"

That voice kept echoing in Chu Xinran's ears, and the body on the ground slowly climbed up, picked up the head of the person on the ground, and put his hand on his neck.

"You... why... treat me like this..."

The head stood on top of the body's neck, looking swaying, it seemed that it might fall off at any time.

The dark eye sockets of the female face stared at Chu Xinran, and two red blood streams emerged from it, slowly dripping down her feet.

The slender legs moved, leaving bright red footprints. The woman closed her mouth and made strange movements with her hands, and walked towards Chu Xinran.

"No... don't come over."

Chu Xinran was extremely frightened, and the cold surroundings almost overwhelmed her. Seeing that face got closer and closer, her eyes went dark and she fainted.

"Jie Jie, Jie Jie, Jie Jie..."

The woman let out a terrible laugh, and lifted her pale palm to catch Chu Xinran.

"boom!"

However, this woman hadn't even touched Chu Xinran, and a terrifying force instantly knocked him off.

Zhou Ming appeared in front of Chu Xinran's bed, looked at the girl who passed out, raised his right index finger, condensed a trace of black flame, and shot at the woman who had fallen aside!

Although the flame was only a tiny bit, when it fell on the woman, it turned into a raging flame.

"what--"

This fierce scream screamed, and the sound echoed in the room, constantly stabbing Zhou Ming's tympanic membrane.

"Come!"

Zhou Ming frowned, and with a wave of his right hand, the black flame burst into a pure evil spirit, swallowing all the evil things.

Countless yin and cold auras slowly rose in the room, Zhou Ming's hands were sealed, and the Shen Yuan Yin was operated to absorb all these yin qi into his dantian.

The cold inside the house dissipated, and some vague memories appeared in Zhou Ming's mind.

A high school girl hid in the school toilet and wept. There were countless bright red scars on her arms and legs. The arrogant and rude voices kept coming from outside, making the weak girl tremble physically and mentally.

"Hide you! Hide!"

A group of black shadows kept waving their fists and feet at the girl, and the girl squatted in the corner with her head in her arms, silently enduring it all.

"My daughter? You are not worthy! You are that **** who **** with others outside, the **** born!"

A hideous black shadow rose up, clutching the girl's hair, and constantly raging on her face. The piercing scars are so dazzling.

"I divorced your dad... I'm sorry..."

An indifferent voice slowly sounded, and the back of a woman disappeared into Zhou Ming's mind.

"Why are you doing this to me!"

In a quiet night, the girl took off her clothes, and the white cloth hanging from the ceiling strangled her neck, causing her to suffocate.

"I hate it! I hate this world, I hate these people..."

A voice full of anger and resentment echoed in Zhou Ming's mind endlessly, like the sound of soul searching, near and far, constantly screaming...

"Ugh……"

With a long sigh, Zhou Ming's heart moved to suppress this resentment.

"Between life and death, there are no complaints or thoughts. What is the pain of life, and what is the trouble of death. The dead are reborn, and the living are covered in dust."

The Sanskrit sound of Tao sounded in Zhou Ming's heart, and countless resentments flew away at this moment.

A spiritual energy entangled from the fingertips, Zhou Ming touched Chu Xinran's forehead, and the fluctuation of the spiritual energy affected Chu Xinran's mind, making her gradually settle down.

Chu Xinran's pale face slowly turned ruddy, her breathing became stable, and within a while, she woke up.

"Zhou Ming, Gang, just now..."

Chu Xinran saw Zhou Ming standing in front of him, and rushed over to hug him, a little incoherent for a while.

"never mind."

Zhou Ming patted Chu Xinran on the back and comforted.

"Really...really?"

Chu Xinran recalled the scene just now, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Zhou Ming felt the softness of Chu Xinran's body, gently pushed her away, and said, "What you saw just now was a resentful soul, which made you hallucinate."

"Resentful Soul?"

Chu Xinran glanced at the quilt and floor on the bed, and the blood traces on it had long since disappeared.

"Wraith is a kind of offensive mental energy, it will form some hideous or ugly things to make people feel scared."

Zhou Ming explained.

"Zhou Ming, I'm so scared~"

Chu Xinran hugged Zhou Ming tightly again, her small head kept arching in his arms.

"I don't think you are afraid, you are not ashamed."

Zhou Ming took Chu Xinran's neck and threw it onto the bed.

"Zhou Ming, don't be so ruthless."

With that said, Chu Xinran was still lying on the bed in a seductive pose, and her little hand gently pulled up the corner of her skirt.

"Girl, please respect yourself."

Zhou Ming left a word indifferently, turned and walked out of Chu Xinran's room.

"Huh, idiot."

Chu Xinran glanced at the door and lay down on the bed angrily.

Zhou Ming returned to the living room, feeling the breath of the surrounding environment. The remaining yin in the house had already dissipated, and the source of the yin in this house came from the high school girl who committed suicide in this house.

Campus bullying, domestic violence, these reasons are mixed together, let a young life disappear directly in the world, countless resentments, gathered together, forming an inextricable resentment.

The grieving soul feeds on human fears, and the more fear it absorbs, the stronger the grieving soul's strength.

Like the resentful soul encountered today, it should have absorbed a lot of human fears before. If you change to a normal monk, you can't help the resentful soul, but it is a pity that the resentful soul in this house has encountered Zhou Ming.

The Nine Netherworlds of the Pure Yang Devil's Birth, restraining all evil and evil, the black flame used by Zhou Ming is called Jiuyou Yangyan.

Jiuyou Yangyan has strong damage to all evil spirits and ghosts. Yin evil breeds in darkness. Pure Yang flame is their natural nemesis, not to mention the pure Yang bred in such an extremely cloudy environment. .

Zhou Ming basically only used a trace of Nine Nether Sun Flame, but this resentful soul couldn't resist it at all, showing how terrifying the power of this flame is.

Returning to the room, Zhou Ming began to stabilize the pure Yang Demon Sha in his dantian. There were a lot of Yin Qi in this house. He ran the Pure Yang Demon Sha, slowly swallowing and naturalizing, and added this Yin Qi to the Pure Yang Demon Sha. Among.

When the remnants of yin qi were completely swallowed, Zhou Ming exhaled a suffocating breath, and the aura on his body became calm and restrained. At this time, the pure Yang Demon Sha, who occupied half of his dantian, had a faint tendency to overwhelm the aura.

After discovering this situation, Zhou Ming frowned slightly, and the two energies entered the dantian at the same time. If the phases were different, it would easily cause an irreversible conflict to erupt.

"It seems that the foundation building must be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

Zhou Ming opened his eyes and touched his chin to think about the plan behind.

Aura and pure Yang Mosha are mixed in the dantian, and it won't be strange at first. But with the deepening of cultivation, these two energies merge into the physical body. Once the energy is activated, it is likely to have extreme conflicts, damage the meridians, and even tear the physical body.

"Lingyuan...I don't know how many still exist on the earth?"

Zhou Ming murmured to himself, as long as there are foundation-building cultivators on the earth, there will definitely be spiritual essences. Maybe there will be spiritual crystals hidden in some schools.

He originally planned to exchange some spirit crystals with those sect bosses, or borrow their spiritual essence storage.

But he is now a poor ghost, with no natural treasures, no spiritual tools or divine tools.

In his mind, there are the supreme supernatural powers that many cultivators dream of, but he, a ninth-level qi-refining cultivator, ran to those cultivation sects and yelled "I have great magical powers to exchange spirit crystals." This is so grandiose that he would not be caught The old man in the base-building environment blasted out as a neurosis.

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