Chapter 6: Sacrificing One's Body to Become a Buddha for the Sake of Beautiful Women (Seeking Recommendations and Collections)

  "Hmm, maybe I can really be that last fisherman." Ziqi Bei thought to himself with some malice, letting him be the bait would ultimately require a price to be paid.

  Time flies second by second, and the last ray of sunshine disappears, it's already night.

  The night of the Mountains of the Dead was indeed a dance of demons.

  In Zhi Bei's line of sight, several zombie skulls were already wandering aimlessly in this direction, and soon they would discover Yao Yao's presence.

  Yao Yao apparently also sensed the danger, she stretched out her left hand, and a... heart appeared on her white palm!

  That's right, it is a heart polished like blue crystal.

  It's unbelievable that this heart is still beating.

  Even just visually, you can feel the powerful force contained in every heartbeat.

  A slender finger pointed, and a drop of fresh blood dripped into the blue crystal heart. Then her right hand grasped the magic wand, which was inserted into the ground, and she spat out even more obscure and mysterious magical incantations.

  Suddenly, the blood light of the magic array began to surge like boiling magma, and then layer by layer wrapped around the ghost. However, Qi Bei, who was in the midst of it all, didn't receive a single injury.

  The ghost let out a sharp scream again, its semi-transparent body suddenly swelling violently, and then slowly shrinking like a leaking balloon.

  Her face as white as paper, three mouthfuls of fresh blood spurted out in succession, and she sat paralyzed on the ground.

  The ghost disappeared in the magic circle, replaced by a half-gold and half-crystal-colored soul bead.

  The two strong men fought it out, and in the end, Yao seemed to have emerged victorious.

  Zi Bei still didn't dare to make any rash moves, he had realized that Yao might not be the high-level magician he thought she was, but rather a more powerful royal magician or even an earth-grade magician. A magician of this level could kill him with just a thread of magic power left.

  At this time, more than a dozen vengeful spirits in the distance had discovered Yao's existence and rushed towards her.

  At this moment, two silver flames suddenly streaked across the night sky.

  When landing, Ziqi Bei only discovered that this was not a silver flame, but a skull with silver sparks flashing in its eye sockets.

  "Silver armor skeleton, high-level undead!" Qi Bei's heart skipped a beat, Yao Wei was already dead, and he couldn't escape either.

  A flash of sternness flickered in her beautiful, icy blue eyes. In the instant that this silver-armored skull came pouncing over, the teardrop-shaped pendant on her chest suddenly shattered, and a myriad blades of wind shot out, sweeping across the sky and earth.

  Zi Bei could only watch as the silver-armored skull was reduced to dust in an instant, and everything that the wind blade passed through was turned into powder.

  "Knock knock"

  He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he had just made a slight movement, fearing that the consequences would be more miserable than this silver armor skull.

  Yao Qian looked up at Qi Bei with a glance, and her eyes seemed to have a hint of apology. Then, she fell to the ground, unconscious.

  The glow of the magic circle dissipated at the moment when Yao fell to the ground, Qi Bei squatted down and picked up the half-golden and half-crystal soul bead on the ground.

  This demon must have racked its brains to get this Wraith Pearl.

  The tremendous noise of the simultaneous launch has already attracted the attention of the Mountains of the Dead, and it is believed that many undead will swarm over soon.

  Zi Bei put the Ling Zhu into a cloth bag close to his body, turned around and was about to leave, but this foot, after taking several steps, couldn't step out. The apologetic look in Yao Wei's beautiful eyes before she fainted always floated in front of him, and the branding on the palm of his left hand kept flashing non-stop.

  "Alas, I'm still too kind-hearted. Although this demon used me as bait, it ultimately didn't intend to kill me. Fine, I'll save you this once, but the price you pay won't be so simple." Qī Běi muttered to himself, slinging Yāo onto his back and taking off in a sprint.

  Zi Bei survived in the Mountains of the Departed for a full eight months, his ability to escape with his life didn't need to be said, and soon he found a cave to settle down in.

  Zi Bei put down Yao Xiao, sat cross-legged beside her, and stretched out his left hand to stare blankly at the golden dragon pattern on his palm.

  In fact, he had previously hidden his hands behind his back because the dragon pattern on his left hand had a reaction to finding the extreme yin body.

  She had an extremely rare and precious physique of the Original Yin Body, so when she used her spiritual magic to put him to sleep, he secretly planted a Divine Dragon Mark inside her body.

  "Cold, so cold!" Yao suddenly murmured.

  Zi Bei touched Yao's hand, but the skin he came into contact with made him shiver involuntarily. How could it be so cold?

  Perhaps it was Qi Bei's warm hands, and Yao, who was unconscious, subconsciously moved closer to the source of warmth. Her head rested on Qi Bei's leg, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

  Zhi Bei was frozen stiff, damn it, this is even colder than ice.

  Inner power is not used to urge on hastily, it automatically accelerates rotation.

  Fortunately, the Shenlong Scripture that Qi Bei cultivated was a pure Yang heart method; otherwise, he estimated that he would have frozen into an ice stick with this demon.

  She felt a warmth she hadn't experienced in ages, and her limbs moved in unison as if to let this warmth envelop her completely.

  "A good man will see it through to the end. I'll sacrifice myself and become a Buddha, how truly magnificent!" Qi Bei lay down abruptly, completely embracing Yao Yao in his arms.

  Embracing Yao Wei was like embracing a thousand-year-old ice that would never melt. Qi Bei truly didn't have any sinister thoughts, his entire body and mind were fully devoted to the operation of the Divine Dragon Technique.

  The stars have shifted and the dark night has retreated, the sun once again dominates the sky.

  She woke up dazedly, feeling that her whole body was surrounded by a warm and cozy atmosphere, making her feel so comfortable that she didn't want to move.

  She remembered that she had used the energy of Tian Kong's heart to destroy the ghost, but she was also at her limit. Later, a silver armored skull came to attack, and she had no choice but to use the protective tear pendant left by her master, which sealed one of her master's heavenly magic.

  Then she fainted, and the cold poison that had not erupted on her body for ten years suddenly erupted. In theory, without a master by her side, she would have died, and the little boy who was tied up with wind binding technique would also be torn into pieces by the vengeful spirits.

  As soon as she thought of that little brat, Yao suddenly had an epiphany and her dazed head instantly cleared up.

  "Thud, thud, thud..." The seductive woman could hear a very steady heartbeat through the not-so-thick chest, and her nostrils were filled with an unfamiliar masculine scent. It was clear that this was a man's embrace.

  Yao Yao didn't panic, her clothes were still on...

  What's that hard thing poking out between her legs? And there's also a large hand on her buttocks.

  She suddenly opened her eyes and wanted a magic spell to tear this desecrator into pieces.

  However, the curse flashed in her mind, but the magic within her was empty and desolate.

  Her heart sank, and the cold poison would continue to take effect for ten days. During these ten days, she would lose all her magic.

  In other words, she was powerless for these ten days.