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The next day, in the Qingyun Mountain Cave, Han Changlin sat cross-legged on the futon. After taking a deep breath, he slowly opened his eyes.
"It's time to practice the Divine Evolution Technique."
Thinking like this, Han Changlin waved the storage bag at his waist, and the next moment a simple jade slip appeared in Han Changlin's hand.
Putting the jade slip against his forehead, his consciousness sank into it to read the information inside.
After a long time, Han Changlin opened his eyes slightly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
The "Shenyan Jue" recorded on this jade slip is not complete. There are only the first three levels, which respectively correspond to the three realms of monks' Qi Refining, Foundation Building and Pill Formation.
This Divine Evolution Technique can greatly improve and refine spiritual consciousness, and each level also comes with a secret technique of spiritual consciousness.
According to this "Shenyan Jue", if a monk understands the first level, he can learn a magical power called "God-Destroying Needle". When this magical power is used, it will consume a certain amount of the monk's spiritual consciousness and condense a spiritual power. The Needle of Knowledge can directly attack the monk's consciousness.
And importantly, the greater the gap between the two sides' spiritual consciousness, the greater the power of the "God-Destroying Needle". If the gap is too large to a certain extent, it can even cause the monk to die directly.
The thorough understanding of the technique has already shown that unless one is born with strong spiritual consciousness,
You must use spiritual objects that are beneficial to your spiritual consciousness to assist you in your cultivation. Otherwise, if you practice forcefully, your soul will be damaged and your cultivation will be unable to progress. In worst case, your soul will be extinguished and you will die directly. I would like to warn those who come after you to be careful.
"He is born with powerful spiritual consciousness."
"Auxiliary spiritual creature."
Han Changlin's heart moved again when he saw this. He has both of these, wouldn't he be very suitable for practicing this technique?
Thinking of this, Han Changlin immediately couldn't wait to start practicing this "Shenyan Jue".
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In the following days, Han Changlin took out the "Shenyan Jue" every day to study it, but this technique was indeed extremely mysterious and extremely difficult to study.
After these days of enlightenment, Han Changlin could barely understand it and was able to understand the first-level cultivation method of Shenyan Jue.
As for the magic formulas in the foundation building stage and the golden elixir stage, they are like a book from the heavens. They are so confusing that they cannot be understood at all.
Han Changlin, who was at the first level of the "Shenyan Jue", naturally did not dare to practice it easily before he understood it.
Otherwise, if there is the slightest mistake and your soul is damaged, you will be in trouble.
You know, it is no joke that once the soul is injured, it can go crazy at least, or be cut off from the path at worst.
He spends half a day every day meditating on the "Shenyan Jue", then swallows the Spirit Gathering Pill to improve his cultivation, and spends the rest of the time refining the newly acquired Black Flame Sword.
In such an orderly cultivation life. Seven days passed quickly.
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Another ten days have passed.
On this day, Han Changlin sat cross-legged in the practice room as usual, motionless.
Almost half a quarter of an hour later, Han Changlin's eyelids suddenly trembled. The next moment, his eyes slowly flickered, and a ray of light flashed away.
"call..."
After exhaling the turbid air that had accumulated for a long time, Han Changlin stood up and walked to the table not far away, and began to fiddle with the tea sets on the table.
After a while, a steaming cup of Lingqing tea was ready.
Two days ago, Han Changlin had already begun to practice this "Shenyan Jue".
I saw him sitting back on the futon with Lingqing tea, raising his head and taking a big sip of Lingqing tea.
The next moment, a cool breath rose from the abdomen and went to the upper Dantian Niwan point on the head. Finally, it acted on the soul, making the soul feel a cold feeling.
Seeing this, Han Changlin quickly activated the "Shenyan Jue" and began to temper his soul.
"ah..."
This is a kind of pain originating from the soul, as if a giant hammer is beating Han Changlin's soul very rhythmically at this moment.
Han Changlin only felt that this kind of pain was a hundred times worse than the physical pain. Even though he was now a foundation-building monk, he still couldn't help but scream.
But fortunately, after Han Changlin took Lingqing tea, a coolness would spread to his consciousness from time to time, which would slightly alleviate the pain.
No wonder the seniors who created this technique warned that it is best to practice with auxiliary spiritual objects. This kind of painful practice is likely to cause permanent damage to the consciousness and leave irreparable hidden dangers for ordinary monks.
If you practice forcefully for a long time, it is very likely that your soul will become exhausted and you will fall into irreversible demise.
I don't know when, Han Changlin's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat as big as beans, and they dripped on the ground from time to time.
I saw Han Changlin purse his lips tightly at this moment, enduring the pain from his soul. When the cool breath subsided slightly, he would quickly pick up the teacup placed aside and take a big gulp.
In this way, time passed slowly, and it was not until two hours passed that Han Changlin finally finished practicing the "Shenyan Jue".
Two hours is Han Changlin's current limit. If it takes more time, it will damage his soul and cause irreversible damage.
"call..."
After exhaling a breath of turbidity, Han Changlin stood up and walked towards the outside world. He was going to clean up and put on some clothes. He felt uncomfortable with the sweat all over his body.
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Two hours later, Han Changlin took out the newly obtained Xuanyan Sword and prepared to start the sacrifice.
Because this sword was transferred by Zeng Sheng on his own initiative, the imprint of divine consciousness in the Black Flame Sword had already been erased, so Han Changlin didn't need much time to refine it, but spent more time refining the spiritual restraint in it.
Han Changlin was seen sitting cross-legged on the futon, and the high-grade spiritual weapon Xuanyan Sword was suspended in front of him.
The next moment, Han Changlin opened his mouth slightly, and a green and red flame appeared. It was the Jiyang True Fire.
This fire is much higher than the monk's foundation-building true fire, and it can be used to expel the mana breath left by other monks.
Time passed slowly, and the magical aura of other monks on the Xuanyan Sword was almost driven away.
Next, Han Changlin immediately injected his own magic power into it.
Just two hours later, the preliminary refining of this high-grade spiritual weapon was completed, and all that was left was to refine the spirit ban within it.
After Han Changlin refined the Xuanyan Sword, he immediately controlled the Xuanyan Sword to fly up and down in the cave. After getting familiar with it for a while, he changed the spell in his hand to increase the magic output.
The Black Flame Sword then became aura, and the flame python on the sword immediately became more and more agile.
Seeing this, Han Changlin's face turned cold, and the Black Flame Sword suddenly changed, turning into a lifelike flame python in the air, extremely ferocious.
"It seems that this is the transformation of the spiritual weapon."
Looking at the flame python writhing up and down in the air, Han Changlin murmured to himself.
The transformation of spiritual weapons is a special method of controlling weapons. The essential point is that the soul of a demonic beast must be sealed into the spiritual weapon before it can be used. Another point is that at least the spirit weapon must be sealed. The weapon can be used, and the power of the Black Flame Sword after using the spiritual weapon becomes even greater.
A quarter of an hour later, after Han Changlin got familiar with the spiritual weapon's transformation, he dispersed it. He did not want to destroy his cave.
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It has been a month since we parted ways with Zeng Sheng, in Han Changlin's cave.
Zeng Sheng came to visit with his great-grandson Zeng Yu, and Han Changlin naturally received them in his cave.
Zeng Sheng's great-grandson is nineteen years old this year. Although he is a pseudo-spiritual monk with four spiritual roots, with the support of Zeng Sheng's unsparing resources, he is now at the sixth level of Qi refining.
And this is normal. After all, the full guidance of a foundation-building monk can avoid many detours.
It's just that the disadvantages of qualifications will still be revealed later, and it is not that simple to improve.
After all, not every monk has a fairy mansion and a little green bottle.
And it was impossible for Zeng Sheng to leave all his wealth to him after his death. A monk in the Qi Refining Stage would definitely not be able to preserve the legacy of a foundation-building monk.
Although Yuling Sect is not a demonic sect, so many people die in the world of immortality every year, so it is normal for some "accidents" to happen.
In the living room, Han Changlin and Zeng Sheng sat opposite each other, with two cups of tea on the table.
A young man with a somewhat handsome appearance and a thin body stood behind Zeng Sheng, quietly listening to the conversation between the two without saying a word.
"Junior Brother Han, I realize that my life span is only these two years."
"I'll leave it to you about Zeng Yu. From today on, let this kid practice with my junior brother."
After Zeng Sheng finished speaking, he stood up and bowed.
"How did Senior Brother Zeng do this?"
"Han Changlin will never forget my senior brother's help. From today on, I will let my senior nephew practice in Qingyun Mountain."
"It's just that Senior Brother Zeng doesn't plan to let him see you for the last time?"
Seeing Zeng Sheng's actions, Han Changlin quickly used his magic power to support him, and then immediately arranged Zeng Yu's affairs. After all, he still had to do something after taking advantage of others and swearing an oath.
"The road to cultivating immortality is dangerous and unpredictable. Life and death are the reincarnation of heaven. It is normal. It is a blessing to die old and old."
"You can just sit quietly and dissolve. There is no need to say goodbye."
Zeng Sheng had an inexplicable look in his eyes and sighed softly.
During the foundation-building monk's lifespan of more than two hundred years, his Taoist companions and children all died first, and the blood relationship between the remaining people also faded away. Only this great-grandson was left to rely on his obsession with cultivating immortality.
In his eyes, there is the calmness of seeing through death and the nostalgia for life, as well as the regret that the path has not been fulfilled.
Han Changlin looked at his dying comrade calmly, feeling sad for the death of a rabbit and a fox. His heart became a little heavy, and he fell silent for a while, not knowing what to say.
"Come, Zeng Yu, come quickly and meet your Uncle Han."
Zeng Shengchong waved to the young man behind him, asking him to come and pay his respects.
Hearing this, Zeng Yu walked obediently a few feet in front of Han Changlin, held his hands and bent his waist at ninety degrees, and said respectfully:
"Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle Han."
Han Changlin nodded slightly, indicating that there was no need to be polite.
He had a good impression of this young man, he was quite decent, but he was not optimistic about his future. Cultivation as an immortal was not something that could be done honestly, especially if the qualifications were not good.
Of course, he wouldn't say this.
"In that case, let Zeng Yu open a cave at the foot of the mountain."
Han Changlin didn't want to talk nonsense and turned to Zeng Sheng.
This Qingyun Mountain is a second-level spiritual mountain, and even the foot of the mountain has richer spiritual energy than ordinary outer sect peaks.
Zeng Sheng understood this and naturally had no objection.
Although he is the deacon of Hong Yue Palace and is responsible for all affairs of the outer disciples, with his great-grandson Zeng Yu's qualifications and cultivation, he cannot openly show favoritism, otherwise it will be a disaster rather than a blessing for him after his death.
The spiritual mountain allocated to the foundation-building monks for practice can only be used while alive. Once the foundation-building monk dies, it will be taken back and cannot be passed on to future generations.
By arranging his great-grandson to practice in Qingyuan Mountain, he was labeled as Han Changlin and could get some protection, which made him feel relieved.
The three of them soon arrived at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain. Han Changlin very generously chose a place with rich spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain and asked them to open a cave for their practice.
Zeng Sheng personally took action, and in less than half a cup of tea, a simple cave dwelling was basically formed.
Han Changlin stood aside and watched Zeng Sheng take action. Although his face was calm, he was shocked in his heart.
Judging from the fact that his speed in opening caves was three points faster than his own, even if he was just a dying Foundation-Building monk, his meridians had shrunk and his magic power had become stagnant, his power in his attacks was far greater than his own.
Different from the Qi refining stage, the gap in cultivation becomes more obvious when reaching the foundation building stage. The strength of each small stage will change a lot, making it more difficult to fight across levels.
In the Qi refining stage, you can fight across levels with a sharp magic weapon, but this situation will basically not happen in the foundation building stage.
Han Changlin said that even if he had the high-grade spiritual weapon Li Xuan Sword in hand, it would be difficult to defeat the monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment. At most, they could maintain an unbeatable situation. If they encountered the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment, they would have no choice but to run away.
"Junior Brother Han, since the cave has been opened, Yunsong will be left to you."
"I will return to Hongyue Hall now. If junior brother wants to discuss his cultivation experience, just come to Hongyue Hall and see me."
"If another two years pass, I'm afraid I won't see the old man again."
After Zeng Sheng said these words, he slightly cupped his hands to Han Changlin, feeling relieved as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart, and flew away with the magic weapon.
He didn't tell Zeng Yu anymore. What should be said should have been said before he came.
Han Changlin watched him go away. When the light completely disappeared from the sky, he looked back and turned to look at Zeng Yu.
The young man's eyes were reddish and his face was full of reluctance. He noticed that Han Changlin did not dare to look at him and looked down at the ground, with uneasiness and helplessness in his eyes.
"When you stay in Qingyuan Mountain from now on, be careful not to cause trouble or cause trouble for Han."
"Practice well and don't let down Senior Brother Zeng's expectations."
“If there is anything you don’t understand during cultivation, write it down first and ask me for answers every six months.”
Han Changlin's expression returned to calmness and he said slightly indifferently.
"Yes, Uncle Han."
Zeng Yu responded in a low voice.
Han Changlin nodded without saying much to a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage. He blessed his leg with a Wind Control Technique, tapped his toes and ran towards the cave on the top of the mountain, two or three feet at a time.
He agreed to protect this son because of Zeng Sheng's help and spiritual weapon. This son's starting point was already higher than that of many outer disciples, but his mere false spiritual roots were not enough for him to take him seriously.
If Zeng Sheng is left at the foot of the mountain, his future success will depend on his destiny.
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Time passes.
On this day, Han Changlin was practicing in the cave as usual. However, at this moment, the storage bag on his waist shook slightly.
Seeing this, Han Changlin touched his hand gently in the storage bag and took out a token. It was the deacon token of the Yuling Sect.
I saw that the token was trembling slightly at this moment, exuding a slight gleaming light. It was obviously that the sect had some message to convey.
Unlike the disciple's identity token, which can only prove one's identity, the Foundation Establishment Deacon's token can be used to receive information within a certain range.
The sect can directly convey notifications and instructions to the deacon token through a special magic weapon.
"Come quickly to Luodao Peak to discuss matters!"
Han Changlin held the token and knew the information inside with a flash of consciousness. His face suddenly darkened and became uncertain.
In the end, he tidied up and opened the door of the cave directly to leave.
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There were already five or six figures standing in the main hall of Luodao Peak.
After Han Changlin entered the hall, several people immediately looked towards Han Changlin.
Seeing this scene, Han Changlin didn't pay attention and silently walked to one side, but he became alert in his heart.
Now it seems that this task is not simple.
There is no need for so many foundation-building monks for ordinary tasks, and it seems that not all of them have arrived yet.
As time passed, there began to be more and more figures in the hall.
At this time, there were ten foundation-building monks standing in the hall.
"Fellow Taoist, I'm Qin Xueli, do you know what mission we are performing this time? So many foundation-building monks have come."
At this time, a voice came from the right with divine consciousness.
Upon closer inspection, he saw a young man dressed in white.
Hearing this, Han Changlin smiled bitterly and sent a message:
"Well, to be honest, I'm confused right now and don't know the specific situation."
For a moment, some of the other people in the hall began to chat quietly with each other.
Time passed slowly, just as everyone was chatting.
Zhong Suxian, the head of the Yuling Sect, walked out slowly.
Seeing this, silence immediately returned to the hall.
After all, in addition to being a member of Yuling Sect, Zhong Suxian is also a monk in the late stage of foundation building.
"Junior brothers, this time, on the orders of the sect's alchemy masters, I will give you sect tasks."
"The Gao family located in Fengyun Mountain and the Lan family located in Qianyu Mountain, these two immortal cultivating families were found out by the sect that they deliberately colluded with the Soul Destroying Sect monks during this war, leaking the news to our sect. The information also directly caused harm to the disciples of the sect."
The few words spoken by the leader Zhong Suxian had shocked the hearts of the people below.
I didn't expect there to be such a family that is not afraid of death.
You must know that the Yuling Sect's reputation in the entire Cangzhou is not only based on legends, but also has extremely iron-blooded methods against other forces that do not obey the orders of the sect.
What I didn't expect now is that he not only violated the orders of the Yuling Sect, but also directly colluded with the Soul Destroyer Sect.
As the saying goes, the butt determines the head. Han Changlin knew the fate of these two families without even thinking about it.
"According to the sect's order, all the monks and direct bloodlines of these two immortal cultivating families have been wiped out."
"Leave no one behind!"
Zhong Suxian's tone had become extremely cold.
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