The abyss is like death, desolate and vast.
The purple electricity runes between the thirteen soul cones gradually disappeared.
Bailong no longer suffered from the pain of the soul cone refining his body, his eyes gradually closed, and he rested his head quietly without disturbing the two people on the dragon's horns.
Sitting in Cangnan Yi, the glow around her body never dissipates.
She said calmly: "You have made a lot of fortunes along the way. You are burdened with the blood of the Corpse Demon King, the Bronze Gate, the Bones of the Immortal, the Tears of the Immortal, and even half of the Water Divine Source. These are all huge treasures. What you are missing now is the key to unlock these treasures."
Balian nodded in disbelief.
He has been pondering this path of cultivation all by himself as if in the dark. Whether it is the Seven Ember Steps or the Burning River Sword Technique, these are all sword techniques that he used when he was in a desperate situation and resonated with the memories of his life.
In the final analysis, so far, he has always had no one to guide him in his cultivation, and he has relied entirely on his own feelings to practice and comprehend.
In fact, his physique is special, and the skills he cultivates are even more complex and rare. There are indeed very few people in the world who can guide him.
Even the ancestral sword master Shen Bao Zhenren who he met in the Bronze Gate World did not dare to give him any advice.
But Cang Nanyi has always had no taboos: "Try to see if you can sense the existence of the bronze door and summon it."
Balian didn't try, and shook his head seriously, saying: "Since I left Ghost Mountain, I can feel the aura of the bronze door all the time, but I have tried many times, but I can't summon the door to the real world."
Cang Nanyi nodded slightly, not surprised.
The divine light around her suddenly brightened, and the shadow under Bailian became clearer. Then Mochizuki and Ghost Flute Boy hiding in the shadow were forced to appear.
Mochizuki, who was once a dominant figure in the Bronze Gate World, was constrained by the Six Paths Order in the human world, and her power was extremely suppressed.
Cangnan Yi said: "Since you can bring the native species in the bronze door into the human world, it means that you still have communication with the invisible bronze world."
Balian was puzzled: "You said just now that I can control the power of the Bronze Gate, but I don't understand what kind of power the Bronze Gate has that I can control?"
Cangnan Yi said: "It's very simple, you give names to the ancient gods in the bronze door, and those given by you will naturally become your dependents.
As a dependent, it means that you have the authority to control their attribute power. The time and space inside the Bronze Gate is chaotic and huge, and there are countless gods and demons living in it, and these gods and demons are the source of the Bronze Gate's power. "
Balian was a little shocked when he heard: "Giving a name can control the power of the person who gives it. So if I give names to all the hundreds of millions of living beings inside the bronze door, doesn't that mean that I can have the power of all living beings."
Cang Nanyi said calmly: "You can say that, but the premise is that you have a strong enough will to 'give a name'.
Back then under the Bronze Gate, you only gave names to two gods and that was your limit. Do you think you can bear the karma of those billions of bronze sentient beings? "
That was not what Balian cared about. What shocked him was the horror of the bronze door.
No wonder there are nine gates in the world, but they are taboo in this world.
"Okay, no matter what the future holds, since you have given the names of two ancient gods, you must first fully understand the power of these two ancient gods. Boy, do you have a blank talisman on you?"
Blank talisman paper?
Balian shook his head.
"That's alright." Cang Nanyi had no choice but to step back and ask for help: "Tear off a piece of the hem of your clothes."
Balian did as he was told.
Cang Nanyi gently bent his fingers, and a silver needle appeared in front of Balian's eyebrows. He gently pierced the center of his eyebrows, and a drop of bright red blood condensed on the tip of the needle without falling.
"Next, you bite your finger, blend the blood between your eyebrows into the blood on your fingertips, then write the name of one of the ancient gods on the hem of your clothes, and finish with this seal."
Cang Nanyi's raised fingers did not retract, but copied the seals in the void.
When he finished painting, he flicked the Sanskrit seal with his fingertips. After a series of seemingly light movements, the sound of the fingertips was as loud as a bell.
Bailian's eardrums vibrated and hurt, but the Sanskrit mark entered his eyes.
He calmed down his expression, concentrated on it, used blood as cinnabar, stained his clothes to become famous, and continued to paint Sanskrit seals without stopping.
When his fingertips outlined the first stroke that seemed simple and ordinary, he felt a sharp pain in his fingertips, and then a huge suction force came, sucking the blood out of his body.
Balian's expression remained unchanged, and the painting was continuous, without even a word of doubt. It was completed in one go, and the Sanskrit seal was clearly formed with blood.
But after a while, the names on the clothes were like ink characters falling into clear water, quickly smeared and disappeared.
The torn-off clothes became clean again, and all the blood that had just flowed out of Balian's body was gone.
Cang Nanyi didn't expect him to succeed in one try. She was about to speak and continue to give instructions...
Unexpectedly, Balian shook the soft corner of his clothes in his hand, without being arrogant or impetuous, raised his hand again to tap the center of his eyebrow to draw blood, and continued to copy without saying a word.
Powerful suction force surged out from the Brahma Seal again, and Balian's face became paler due to blood loss.
Unsurprisingly, it failed again.
Balian took the silver needle floating in front of him, pierced the center of his eyebrow a little deeper, and continued to use blood as ink to draw the Sanskrit seal of his name.
three times……
Four times…
ten times……
Fifteen times...
Cang Nanyi looked at him in surprise, with a bit of amusement in his eyes.
With her character, she doesn't have much patience. The reason why she was able to chat with Balian for so long today was partly due to her interest in Balian's novel remarks about "dead sword" and "living sword".
Throughout all the heavens in the Six Realms, no one has ever said such rebellious but deeply heartfelt remarks to her in all eternity.
The disciples she had accepted as disciples in the past were not so good-tempered to follow her instructions.
When she recruits a disciple, she doesn't have to be extremely talented, but she must not be too stupid.
When she teaches children, she can say one word but never two. As for the rest, it all depends on personal understanding.
As a result, those disciples are often in a state of half-knowledge and ignorance when they learn Taoism.
But where is Kunlun Jingxu, the place where three thousand Shinto sacred books are stored?
How could a direct disciple of Kunlun God resist such temptation? So in this state of half-knowledge, he couldn't help but learn new Taoist magical powers. In the end, he often ended up going crazy.
Balian seemed to be failing over and over again, and would rather waste his energy and go around the corner than ask for help.
But Cang Nanyi has such a unique insight, this boy has clearly found a way out of this way.
Although he failed again and again in drawing seals, every name and Sanskrit seal he made was exactly the same as the last time, without any deviation.
It seems that they all failed miserably in the same place, but as the number of failures increased, the blood energy he consumed gradually decreased.
Later, he was even able to perfectly control the blood in his body, preventing it from being absorbed and devoured by the Brahma Seal.
He was searching for the balance point between the Sanskrit seal and the 'name' at an alarming speed.
As time went by, Balian experienced countless failures, and the blood on his fingertips even turned white.
His clear eyes were still pure black without a trace of impurity in his emotions, and it seemed as if there were only the Sanskrit seals in his eyes.
“Yan————————”
With the sound of a sword chanting loudly, the blood flowing from Balian's body fell into perfect harmony.
Before the Sanskrit Seal could absorb even half a point more, Huaxu's name of "Li Ji" came into being, and the cloth sword with the name in his hand suddenly aroused, and it was so powerful!
"It's done." Balian's eyes lit up.
"Well, not bad." Cang Nanyi nodded with satisfaction.
She likes this kind of teaching method where the other person can understand everything just by thinking about it without wasting words.
Balian stared at the cyan-colored cloth in his hand and whispered, "I can feel Li Ji's divine power. What kind of power is this that can carry the consciousness of the Huaxu family on this piece of mortal cloth?"
Cangnan Yi said: "This is my Kunlun Divine Passage Technique, the Chinese Character Jue."
"Character identification technique?"
"The Jue of Jianzi can be used to borrow other people's qi machine Taoist skills for one's own use. The Jianzi seal is like a Taoist talisman, which can be used as a summoning power. Hmm... Looking at this qi machine, is it originally the Huaxu family?"
Cang Nanyi glanced down and said: "That's not bad. The Huaxu Shen clan majors in swordsmanship. Since you are in the Tianxi Sword Sect, it will be of great benefit to the Tianshan team tomorrow to have this seal.
It’s just that this is ordinary cloth after all, and it is just a one-time consumable. The script reading method consumes a lot of mental energy. If you want to use this power for a long time, you need to find some special talisman paper materials. The higher the talisman paper material, the higher the quality. , the stronger the force.
Okay, I have taught you the way to get started. As for how far you can control the power of the bronze door, it still depends on your own destiny. "
Balian is a man who knows everything, and of course he understands that every word the Emperor and Queen said to him today is as precious as a piece of gold.
Even if he could say one more word to her, it would be a great achievement.
"I dare to ask, Madam, do you know how to strengthen your mental power?"
Cang Nanyi raised her eyes to stare at him with strange eyes, and let out a faint chuckle in her throat: "Slick little brat, how did your mother make your little brain so smart?"
Of course, Balian didn't ask this question for no reason.
Mental power is a kind of magical power that all practitioners will master, because whether it is to control weapons, transmit sounds, or draw talismans, mental power needs to be used.
It's just that mental power is not the main attack technique. Most of the sophisticated practitioners in the world are Talisman Masters. The knowledge of Talisman Dao that Bailian touches is not profound. He only knows that the Talisman Masters in the world are the masters of Shifang City.
Balian couldn't summon the Bronze Gate into the real world, but every time he sensed the breath of the Bronze Gate, he relied on his mental power.
Balian has not done in-depth research on the ethereal and illusory power of spiritual power, and spiritual power can be described as thin.
If he can strengthen his mental power to a certain extent, does that mean that he can use his mental power to enter the bronze door?
Communicate with the ancient gods in the sect, grant names internally, and use the word recognition skills externally to gain authority.
After all, when he was under the Ghost Mountain and left the Bronze Gate World in a hurry, Balian only had time to give names to the Underworld Wolf, the Huaxu clan and the Xihe clan.
If one can enter that big world with mental power and then give it a name, the power gained will naturally be different from what it used to be.
Cang Nanyi admired Bai Lian's ability to see things very clearly and details, and he gave some pointers without hesitation.
She tapped Bailian's chest and said: "It is not necessary to practice spiritual power to practice spiritual power. There is breath between heaven and earth, and this breath is the spiritual power for thousands of living beings to practice. Even the most ordinary meditation can You can improve your cultivation diligently, but for such an ethereal thing as spiritual power, you have to rely on external objects to practice."
Balian followed her fingers and looked down at the fairy tear embedded in his collarbone on his chest, with a surprised expression.
Cangnan Yi said: "Immortal tears, tears contain the appearance of the mirror of the universe, and they are the best thing to temper your spiritual power. In addition to immortal tears, you can also find them everywhere in the world to nourish your spiritual consciousness. of natural treasures.
As for how to sharpen your mental power, you need to 'exchange advice' with a powerful Talisman Master. You can go to places like Shifang City for more walks. "
"Thank you for your advice." Balian benefited a lot from Sheng's words. In just half a day, he was like an empty sponge suddenly filled with water. He only had to laugh slowly, and naturally he had a different world.
There was a sizzling sound.
He once again tore off a piece of clothing and began to draw the name of Xihe's "Zhaowu".
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In the thousand-foot space of the abyss, the chi demon with its broken horn bleeding continuously swam quickly, covered with miasma and poison, and its pair of thick vertical pupils showed a violent look that could not be stopped.
The hatred of the broken horn made it want to knock over the Evergreen Pavilion, bite into pieces the smelly snake outside the pavilion and swallow it in its belly, and topple the White Camel Mountain!
"Ahem..."
At this moment, a subtle coughing sound came from the darkness.
Hearing this sound, the huge body of the Chi Demon danced like a demon, as if frozen, and suddenly stopped there, daring not to move.
In the space behind him, footsteps sounded.
The voice was very soft, but every step was like a sledgehammer hitting Chi Yao's heart.
"Alas." Someone seemed to sigh.
A shadow stopped where the Chi Demon wandered, and then slowly squatted down, and an old scarred hand came out of the sleeve of a blue robe embroidered with goldenrod.
His hand lightly touched the miasma-filled blood on the ground, and he put it under his lips and licked it gently.
Dirty red blood stained his lips and teeth. The man smiled lowly, exuding a bit of cold evil energy.
His voice was lazy and no emotion could be heard: "How did you get yourself into this state?"
He stood up, came down to the Chi Demon, and caressed its broken horn with his palm. Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck from his fingertips, and struck it cruelly on its head, turning the fleshy wound black and ironed.
The chi demon roared in pain, and finally it could no longer suppress the ferocious light in its eyes. It hissed and stood up with its tail, and it pounced with lust.
Without even looking at it, the man raised his arm and snapped his fingers. A silver bracelet with a faint blue luster around his wrist flickered.
A huge thunder circle suddenly appeared between the Chi Demon's neck, and the terrifying power of thunder and lightning caused a burst of cramping and bone-breaking pain.
Its roaring voice instantly became exhausted, and it didn't dare to make any mistakes.
The man snorted coldly, dragged the Chi Demon to the upside-down stone statue, and tossed it into the blood pool under the stone statue.
"If you lose your horn, you won't be able to get the dragon's blood for me anymore. But fortunately, Lord Wangyi's plan to break the mountain will come true. Your mistake of losing your horn today is not so easy to make up for."
