In the spring of March, catkins are flying.
After seeing off Yun Qiuhe, Zhao Zhuer, Yue Anyan and his entourage who were traveling far away, Zhang Wenfeng moved the bronze lantern to a remote mountain cave in the northwest of Beiyan Forest, about thirty miles away from the Taoist temple. While worshiping and refining bronze lamps in the cave, he rarely returned to the empty Sui Palace, which was only attended by a few maids.
He needs to meditate, try to immerse his ruthless state of mind in the soul-suppressing hall, and complete the core part of the sacrifice.
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However, ever since I was awakened by the kindness of everyone, it has been extremely difficult to enter it. There seem to be countless inexplicable obstacles. I can touch and feel the Hall of Souls, but I can't get in.
Sitting cross-legged on a cushion made of jade trees, after doing homework, I would meditate and practice my exercises.
He made up his mind not to hesitate to waste his merit, Yuan Qi and Wood Qi, including various magical powers, and tried to explore them one by one. He would spend more time to refine the bronze lamp to the point where it could be used initially.
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There is no time in the cave, but it has suddenly become old.
Chen Qingqiao opened the stone door of the cave that had been sealed for a long time. The cool and cold air hit his face. The withered grass and vines outside the door were messy and piled with white snow. With his gentle wave of his hand, all of it melted into ashes.
A passage was cleared, and the tall young Taoist priest strolled forward.
Snowflakes were fluttering in the air with the wind. He was very interested in admiring the long-lost snowy and misty scenery. He walked to a mountain plum tree that was waiting to bloom. In the back mountain of his retreat, no disciples would easily come to disturb him. Even in the past thirty to fifty years, no matter how desolate it is, no one will clean it up.
During the years he stayed near Tuofeng Mountain, relying on the top-secret information he heard from Guanzhu Zhang, and relying on the pressure of the dragon's power, he fought for the skin of a tiger on the tip of a knife, tempered his body, soul, and accumulated spiritual insights.
The danger was not small, and every time he used his magical powers and alertness to escape, the rewards were huge.
In those years, he took the initiative to show his talents, led an army of monks, conquered the Qianxi Island Kingdom in the far west, and fought against the Western Continent. Later, as one of the top commanders of the Winner, he gained a lot of luck and rare training. resource.
Later, he led his army to join forces with the Western Continent and conquered the Nanyuan Continent for several years. He worked hard and sharpened his mind with the evil spirit of the military, and obtained more resources and benefits.
He took advantage of the right time and location, and had no shortage of training resources and insights. This time in retreat, he broke through and advanced to the realm of unity. It was a matter of accumulation and success. Except for the obsession of the residual soul at the critical moment, which he killed mercilessly, there was nothing else. Thrilling twists and turns.
He was confident that he would surpass all the high-altitude scenery that the remnant soul had seen in his previous life.
"Uh, Sect Master...are you out of seclusion?!"
A disciple discovered that Chen Qingqiao was wearing a thin blue Taoist robe in the wind and snow, and his figure was as beautiful as a fairy. He was surprised and shouted impolitely.
On that day, people in Qingshui Temple cheered for a long time. Good news came out that Master Chen was promoted to the fifth level.
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Waves in the lake, the water is cold in winter.
In recent days, the water surface thirty miles southeast of Shanhu Island has been shaking endlessly, and the underwater currents are surging. Water monsters of all sizes have long moved out dozens of miles away. A turtle in black robes is floating in the low altitude without moving, half closed. His eyes were motionless.
As night fell, the turtle that melted into the darkness suddenly turned around, and the outstretched turtle claws slowly retracted.
"Congratulations to Carp King for advancing to the fifth level. The old turtle is polite."
Turtle Fudou clasped his retracted palms on his chest, bowed slightly and made a gesture.
"It's boring, old turtle, it's no longer fun for you now. If you don't tell me when you see through it, you will definitely not be able to beat me now."
A ball of water appeared more than ten feet away, turning into a slightly taller little Mu'er, pouting her little mouth. She was still wearing a green and pink skirt, with bright peach blossoms in her hair, which reflected her pink and tender face. A pair of small bare feet were exposed at the hem, no longer the red carp tails of before.
"Old Turtle is no match for Carp King. I happened to hear some noise just now."
Guifang took the words that were contrary to his will as a matter of course. He just wanted to go back to the island and sleep on the water as soon as possible. The comfortable feeling of closing his eyes and not moving, drifting around the mountain lake island with the current, was like a living god.
"Here you go to deal with me again. I won't stop you from telling lies next time. Please pretend to be more sincere and don't laugh too hard."
Xiao Ni'er poked holes in the opponent, and was obviously in a good mood. She waved her hand and threw out a piece of dragon bone as big as a bowl of sea. It was gnawed into pits and full of tiny teeth marks. She was so generous that even she was touched: "Old turtle, you protect the law for me, guard the law." Territory, there is hard work even if there is no credit, I will reward you for it.”
The turtle stayed still and connected to the keel. It took a long time to believe that this was true.
Of course, he would not dislike the teeth marks left on the bones. The demon cultivator didn't care about these. He showed a sincere smile on his face and saluted: "Old Turtle, thank you King Carp for the generous reward. From now on, I will not hesitate to do whatever I want..." "
"Stop it, it's weird that these disgusting things come out of your mouth."
Xiao Ni'er rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, interrupted the old turtle's show of loyalty, and asked: "How many years have I been in seclusion?"
"Sixteen years, three months and eight days."
"It took two years less than the leader of the temple to achieve his breakthrough in seclusion. Ha, I am so talented that even the leader of the temple is willing to be defeated... We just need to know this in our hearts and don't say it outside."
Xiao Ni'er gave an instruction and then said excitedly: "Don't move, spread the invitation message widely, I will hold a grand banquet and celebrate with everyone."
The turtle does not move and twitches the corners of his mouth without any trace, indicating that Carp King has a good way to make money.
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In the vast continent, Xiuye Village is a hundred miles away from Tianchan Stone Temple.
It was cold and snowy, and the sky was getting dark. There were only a few lights left in the village. The villagers went to bed early to avoid getting hungry from too much activity and save money on lamp oil.
On snowy nights in winter, remote mountain villages are particularly quiet, and no dogs bark.
A line of black air emerged from the deep pool at the foot of the mountain outside the village, floated into the village close to the ground, and passed through houses. Wherever it went, regardless of people, animals, chickens, or dogs, it disappeared without leaving any residue. There were family dogs who sensed the threat, lying on their backs. The nest is trembling, but where can I still scream?
In less than half an hour, the small mountain village of more than 60 households no longer had any vitality. Only a few lonely lights were left. The lamps slowly ran out of oil and were extinguished one by one, making it look particularly desolate.
The wind howled and the branches cracked.
The slightly stronger black air sticks to the snow, and then escapes from the deep pool, leaving no trace.
In Tianchan Stone Temple, under the underground palace of the Demon Suppression Tower, there is a withered skeleton as black as ink, with thick chains tied around its hands, feet and neck, sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by mountains and Buddha patterns, and most of them are cracked and useless.
Black energy overflowed from the zigzag cracks and poured into the skeletal forehead.
After a long time, gray-black rough skin appeared on the withered forehead, and a strange Jie Jie laugh echoed in the empty darkness.
"I said that after five thousand years, I will return to the lower world. Let's see who can stop me from 'acting evil for heaven' this time? What a delicious taste of soul. I really miss it. When I have devoured enough mortal souls, it will be my turn. The monks are trembling, the blood of thousands of souls is enough for me to take the final step."
The laughter was harsh and arrogant.
In the Fairy Spirit Temple tens of thousands of miles away, You Mengchang, who was sleeping and practicing in the cave, suddenly woke up.
"The devil is born!"
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