Chapter 349

Those evil spirits and the souls of demons, she can refine them and use them as the foundation of the Ten Thousand Ghost Record.

For those guys who bring disaster to all living beings, dying is too cheap for them.

She must control them forever to help her fight.

It can also be considered as making the best use of waste.

I presume the past Hall Masters of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor wouldn't say anything, and maybe her grandfather would praise her for distinguishing good from evil.

Thinking like this, Hu Tao felt much more comfortable in her heart.

Her walking also became bouncy.

In her heart, she had already started calculating the future herself, just like that Little Fengdu sect leader.

Sitting on the evil souls of a world, with three thousand ghost generals, eight hundred ghost kings, ten ghost emperors under her command.

Starting a battle, the ghost domain descends, and infinite evil ghosts roar out, a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Fighting with a bunch of little brothers sounds very imposing!

"Hmph! This Hall Master's ten ghost emperors are in hand, left slap Zhongli away, right hook hammer Morax, let you guy fool this Hall Master!"

"Eating mine and using mine, and hiding the good things of practicing immortality from this Hall Master! Damn guy!"

"If it weren't for being in Shushan, this Hall Master would have used the Staff of Homa to poke you through!"

Hu Tao waved her little fist, muttered angrily, picked a direction, and continued to visit the Scripture Library.

Jiang Yan, who was observing, saw all this in his eyes.

He couldn't help but sigh leisurely.

That's it.

The last missing link of Shushan has been filled.

Buddhist cultivator Diluc, demonic cultivator Lisa and Tartaglia, demonic cultivator Yae Miko, ghost cultivator Hu Tao...

Counting Xingqiu and Chongyun who are barely dual cultivation.

Shushan is truly lucky to have recruited these weird disciples.

The dignified Shushan Sword Sect, in the end, became famous because of these evil ways.

If the ancestors knew, I fear they would be angered back to life.

Thinking, Jiang Yan quickly took another look at Keqing and Lumine to wash his eyes.

At least these two are still focused on practicing the sword.

One is a sword body, one is a glazed sword heart.

In the future, the facade of the Shushan Sword Sect will have to rely on them.

At the moment, the inner disciples' techniques have basically been chosen, and the only ones left are Furina and Clorinde who are still looking.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.

Reasonably speaking, most disciples' induction to the techniques that fit them appeared very quickly.

And they wouldn't walk so deep.

But Furina and Clorinde walked as if they were going to walk through the first floor.

Speaking of which, Jiang Yan himself had never seen the deepest part of the first floor.

Suddenly, Jiang Yan frowned slightly and raised the perspective of his divine sense.

Only then did he notice that all the inner disciples were rushing toward Furina and the others' direction.

Coincidence?

Or...

Jiang Yan braced himself slightly and paid attention to the Scripture Library.

A figure walked into the sect's main hall, and Zhongli walked to Jiang Yan in a cloud-ink robe.

"Sect leader, I have..."

Before the words fell, Jiang Yan raised his hand slightly to interrupt Zhongli.

"Wait a moment, there is a situation in the Scripture Library."

"A situation?"

Zhongli immediately became solemn; the Scripture Library is the most important area of Shushan.

There can be no sloppiness.

He immediately replied:

"Do you need me to go there?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, with some realization and relief on his face.

"No need... it is the disciple's fate..."

"This time Furina has found something extraordinary, but... is this technique really suitable for her?"

Jiang Yan seemed to be talking to himself and signaled Zhongli to sit down.

"Sit down first; if there is anything, wait until they come over later."

Zhongli was not in a hurry, nodded, sat beside Jiang Yan, and spread his divine sense to explore the Scripture Library.

It was just that his cultivation was limited, and he couldn't spy on the situation in the Scripture Library after all.

He could only close his eyes and meditate for the time being.

In the Scripture Library.

Furina and the others finally arrived at the place where the palpitation in their hearts was strongest.

At the same time, Hu Tao and others also successfully arrived here.

Many newly joined inner disciples gathered here.

Just as they were about to say hello, they suddenly noticed the wonderful scene not far away.

It was a white jade high platform.

No one had ever seen this thing in the entire Scripture Library.

On the high platform, a golden jade talisman looked down on the world like an emperor.

Countless jade talismans around danced like a pilgrimage.

That unique golden jade talisman could be confirmed at a glance that it was definitely the strongest technique on the first floor of the entire Scripture Library.

Suddenly, even those who already had techniques became hot-eyed.

Hu Tao looked at the Ten Thousand Ghost Record in her hand.

That unruly jade talisman also had a sense of submission at this time.

Suddenly, Hu Tao felt that the Ten Thousand Ghost Record was not so fragrant anymore.

219. Furina, Heaven-Son Investiture Technique! From today on, be the King of Fontaine!

"What is this?"

Alhaitham didn't rush in; everything in the Scripture Library is a mysterious immortal scene.

This place cannot be messed with, otherwise it is easy to have an accident.

The blessing of the past ancestors of Shushan on the Scripture Library is very strict.

Just now he almost got hit by a pile of jade talismans.

"Don't know."

Tartaglia on the side was eager to try.

"But I know, this thing must be very strong! Strong beyond everything!"

Alhaitham looked at him and said softly:

"Do you want to try?"

Tartaglia pursed his lips and wanted to nod, but suddenly noticed the resistance of the Inverted Blood Demonic Saber in his chest.

After a while, he smiled bitterly and said:

"Forget it, if I hadn't found my technique, I might have tried, but..."

"My intuition tells me I can't touch it, otherwise it will be a waste of effort, and this thing didn't give me that feeling of spiritual enlightenment."

Hearing him say this, Baiwen and the others looked at him with some high regard.

They always thought Tartaglia was a battle maniac who extremely craved power.

Now it seems that is not entirely the case.

At the very least, he has some self-control.