The Zhao family is worthy of being a veteran county tycoon. With the merits of their ancestors, they actually exceeded the five ancestral spirit quotas limited by the county tycoon's family status.
The seven ancestral spirits of the Zhao family divided their respective responsibilities and cooperated. The two strongest ones sat in the middle of the spiritual realm, trying to control the power of the incense and wish, trying to stabilize the shaking of the spiritual realm.
The other five ancestral spirits all rushed to the gap in the spiritual realm, and they filled the gap with their souls that had been cultivated with incense for many years.
This cruel decision made Zhou Bai nodded slightly.
He originally wanted to watch the spiritual realm shrink and finally collapse and destroy, witnessing the end of a virtual plane, but these ancestral spirits refused to let him.
The ancestral spirits are getting weaker and weaker, and the excessive wear and tear has made the soul body close to transparent. However, the gap in the spiritual realm is actually repairing and recovering, and the speed of the incense has also slowed down.
Now that Zhou Bai has left, the sacrifice of several Zhao family ancestral spirits may really be able to plug the gap, and even leave one or two ancestral spirits to take charge of the spiritual realm.
In this way, even if the fortune of the family plummets due to the decrease in Yin blessing, the Zhao family will not fall into the crisis of genocide.
With the existence of the spiritual realm, one can have a rural family character and have a glimmer of hope.
But Zhou Bai came here to cut off future troubles and not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but he couldn't leave behind the ancestral spirit.
He wanted to use the Zhao family's chicken to intimidate other forces in Pingcang and kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
As Zhou Bai raised his palm with an indifferent expression, the Zhao family's ancestors felt despair in their hearts. They knew that this man wanted to kill everyone, so they cursed loudly.
"Beast, you are cutting off the family's incense, and you will be riddled with resentment!"
"If your evil deeds are gone, you will be punished!"
Zhou Bai ignored him, clenched his palm into a fist, pushed it straight out, and followed the gap with a tepid Luck Dragon Fist into the spiritual realm.
The palace collapsed, and the spiritual space was torn apart, tearing out cracks.
Because it cannot be seen with the naked eye from the outside, it is not a spatial crack in the main plane. This virtual plane is more like a skin on the main plane's mask, and then it collapses into a small hole that is inaccessible.
Whether it was the power of incense or the spirit realm fragments, they were all drawn into the cracks. The seven Zhao family ancestral spirits were unable to resist and could only turn into powder in horror.
The spiritual realm was shattered, and the ancestral hall of Yangshi also showed signs of decay. The sacred tablets in the hall began to decay. Snakes, rats, insects and ants that had never dared to set foot swarmed in, and an aura of dilapidation spread throughout the entire ancestral hall.
Opening the book of heaven, there is indeed a trace of evil energy that wants to cling to the external luck, and there seems to be a feeling of undermining the luck.
Retribution for breaking the realm and destroying the soul? Want to destroy his luck?
But now that he is practicing Hunyuan Qi Luck Daozang and is accustomed to the secret method of "qi control" such as Qi Luck Dragon Fist, how can he really lose his luck by some residual resentment and evil energy.
The lucky dragon carp was quietly awakened by Zhou Bai, and then reluctantly swallowed the resentful energy. However, after taking a few mouthfuls, it felt like a snack and became active.
The ancestral spirit can still sense when something happens to the direct line, but how could Zhao Chun, the clan leader, not know about something happening to the clan temple and the ancestral spirit.
He was still practicing in the secret room, but his heart suddenly tightened, and unparalleled panic swept through his body and mind, as if the sky had collapsed.
Zhao Chun couldn't care less about the internal injuries caused by Zhou Tian's Qi being interrupted. He only had one thought in his mind.
Something happened, a disaster was coming.
This situation has been recorded in the history of the Zhao family.
At that time, an ancestor led the family elite to escort a very important cargo out. As a result, the enemy family took the opportunity to attack with troops.
The remaining tribesmen had no choice but to retreat to the clan temple, and then they persisted until their ancestors brought people back to support and repel the enemy.
The clan temple was attacked by soldiers, the clan movement was shaken, and the ancestral spirits were frightened. At that time, the ancestor was panic-stricken and hurried back thinking that something was going on at home.
Zhao Chun's feelings now are many times more serious than the records in the family history, so he can't believe it.
He immediately wanted to call for help from his family, his master, but he came up from the underground secret room and carefully observed the situation outside, but there was no movement.
The servants in the outer courtyard are still patrolling, all parties are arranged in an orderly manner, and there is no unusual movement in the county.
It was not at all what he had imagined, such as Zhou Bai's rebellion, the Jin people breaking through Cangshan Kukou Pass to invade Bei'an, let alone some big change caused by the bloody rain.
What else could it be? Could it be a mistake in inspiration?
But now the feeling of heartache still lingers. Zhao Chun opened the door and looked at the sky above the ancestral home with his meager magic power in his eyes.
I saw that the fortune of the clan that had accumulated like a cloud suddenly collapsed. Most of the white energy disappeared, and the red energy in the core was also dissipating outwards.
At this speed, within ten days and a half, his Zhao family will fall into disgrace.
Looking in the direction of the ancestral hall, there was even more black air. It was obvious that the sixth sense of disaster was not false.
Zhao Chun was so shocked and angry that he immediately crushed a Dao pattern talisman and rushed towards the ancestral hall.
Seeing the clan leader's actions, the bodyguard outside quickly rang the gong and summoned men.
"An enemy has sneaked in!"
The alarm bell sounded, and the sleeping mansion was awakened. All the lights were turned on for a while, and groups of martial arts guards and servants rushed out.
At this time, Zhao Chun had already rushed to the clan ancestral hall with the magic talisman, and happened to see groups of servants lying on the ground, as well as the dilapidated and desolate ancestral hall.
Where is the spiritual realm? Where are the ancestral spirits?
Zhou Bai walked towards Zhao Chun. His entry-level invisibility could hide him from ordinary people, but he couldn't hide it from even Zhao Chun, who was in the early stage of Taoism.
He happened to use the method of spiritual eyes to search the spiritual realm, and when he saw the invisible Zhou Bai, emotions such as understanding, anger, and fear instantly filled his mind.
But Zhao Chun reacted very quickly, knowing that one-on-one was definitely no match for a celestial being. He activated the magic talisman and turned around to run away.
The master is at the peak of the Taoist realm, and he is at the early stage of the Taoist realm. After joining together, there should be no big problem in dealing with a heavenly being who has just entered the Taoist realm.
The meager magic power was pushed to the limit, and the divine walking talisman spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes. This was actually a rare method of overdrafting the power of the talisman.
In an instant, Zhao Chun ran twenty or thirty feet away, and a large group of servants happened to come to support him. How could he stop him?
However, before he could show a hint of relief on his face, a sharp stabbing pain suddenly appeared in his mind.
Zhao Chun's eyesight went dark, how could his consciousness be possible?
The last thought, the ancestor spirit is finished, the Zhao family is finished...
Can his cheap master defeat this monster?
From the time Zhao Chun rushed to the ancestral hall, to his sudden violent retreat, to his death in front of all the servants, the Zhao family had no idea what was going on in the flash of lightning.
They were just shouting about catching thieves, assassins and the like.
"Reporter, please help!"
"The head of the family is dead, go find the second master to take charge of the overall situation."
"Report, the second master will die on the bed immediately."
From beginning to end, no one saw Zhou Bai, and no one understood why the two principals of the Zhao family died.
The cool breeze blew by, and a chill appeared in the hearts of the servants. Who did the master have offended?
In another hidden room, Zhao Chun was worshiping his master, and Kuchun Sanren had just finished retreat.
Because his master's apprentice crushed the token and asked for help.
"Huh~"
The turbid air was exhaled, Kuchun Sanren slowly opened his eyes, and a bright electric light suddenly appeared in the dark secret room.
"This kid is quite capable. He didn't interrupt my retreat. What can happen to Ping Cang that a clan leader who has entered the Dao realm cannot solve." Ku Chun murmured, holding the same talisman as Zhao Chun in his hand.
This is the communication talisman between the master and the disciple. It can let the people in seclusion know the outside world without disturbing the state of practice.
There is no way, there is no formation or communication array in the place where they retreat.
"Papa~"
"Yes, the sun has appeared three times, the empty room has turned white, the cultivation of entering the Tao and building the foundation has reached perfection, and the realm of transformation is just around the corner."
From the other corner of this quiet room, accompanied by a burst of applause, words of evaluation and appreciation came.
A cold sweat broke out behind Kuchun Sanren, because in that dark corner, there was a handsome young man sitting there, looking at him with a smile.
This is Zhou Bai who tried to shield his perception with his spiritual consciousness and then sneaked in invisible. It seems that the effect is good now, at least he can hide it from a monk in retreat.
After refining the Qi and opening up the meridians of Ren Du and even the whole body, you can often go around the world to absorb the spiritual energy and transform it into magic power. This stage is to build the foundation and enter the Tao.
As for monks who achieve perfection in retreat at this stage, some strange phenomena will occur.
For example, in a dark room, there are bright electric lights, or the image of fire beads illuminates the entire room. This is called "the sun appears three times, and the empty room becomes white."
"The space between the eyebrows is called the Riming Hall, which is where the sun shines. When the sun shines, it's like a lightning bolt, and the empty room becomes white."
"I have no talent, and I am lucky enough to reach perfection at an old age. There is nothing worthy of praise." Kuchun Sanren responded as calmly as possible, and then used the time he spoke to mobilize his magic power, ready to fight at any time.
The casual cultivator's current confusion also reminded Zhou Bai that he and Yu Yueyun must be protected by formations when practicing in seclusion.
Zhou Bai smiled slightly and did not refute the words of Ku Chun San cultivator. In short, the person in front of him can be regarded as a beautiful person among San cultivators.
Each major realm has three smaller realms: beginning, middle and last. Generally speaking, when you reach the later stage, you can break through to the next major realm.
The perfect state can only be achieved by a small group of people at the same level. They completely control the inside and outside of themselves and can usually exert their peak combat power, so they are also called the peak state.
Its foundation is solid, and once it breaks through, there is basically no need to waste time to stabilize its cultivation.
Now, if the Kuchun Sanren breaks through, they will directly enter the early stage of transformation. In the early stage, they have taken a very far step, and the middle stage is almost too late.
Of course, even this cannot be compared with Zhou Bai, who established the foundation of the Heavenly Dao. He made a perfect breakthrough from the Taoist Realm to the Mortal Mortal Realm, but he spanned the third level to the late Mortal Mortal Realm, and then it only took him one month to break through to the Mortal Mortal Realm.
The Kuchunsanren put their hands on the storage bag at their waist, obviously ready for a fight at this time.
He then made it clear with some vigilance: "Who are you, your Excellency? It does not seem like you have good intentions in acting like this."
"I didn't say that I came here with good intentions. After all, I just killed your good apprentice." Zhou Bai still sat still and told the truth easily and casually.
Kuchun Sanren's expression changed with shock. The monks in the First Realm were fighting with each other. There was no big noise like the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking. However, the talismans were not used to fight on top, and there was no notice below.
Could it be that the young man in front of me is in the second realm? No, it's impossible. A small place like Pingcang cannot produce such a genius.
While thinking about it, Kuchun Sanren still wanted to test him. He pointed his left hand at Zhou Bai and patted the storage bag with his right hand.
"Quick!" A small wooden sword weapon flew out and stabbed Zhou Bai at extremely fast speeds.
The buzzing sound of the sword cutting through the darkness declared its power. If this young man had entered the Dao realm, Kuchun Sanren would be very confident in taking him down.
In such a small space, it is impossible to dodge and can only resist, and the opponent has no time to take out the magic weapon.
But the fact is that Zhou Bai doesn't need to use any magic weapon or method to deal with him.
The wooden sword that seemed to be cutting through thorns and trying to accomplish a feat with one strike suddenly stopped three feet away from Zhou Bai's eyebrows, as if it had been blocked by some invisible force.
He is only at the peak of the first realm, and he has no minor soul skills, so he can only leave a mark of magic power on the magic weapon, and the flying sword often only has the power of one strike.
If you don't retract the blow once, and if it exceeds a certain distance, you can only retract it after the fight is over. It is a standard hundred-step flying sword.
But this time, after only ten steps, Kuchun Sanren could not continue to move with his magic power. He could neither move forward nor withdraw.
Kuchun Sanren was worthy of being an old loose cultivator who had been traveling around for decades. Suddenly something occurred to him.
His eyes widened a bit: "This is the power of divine consciousness! Are you the real Yinshen?"
The more he talked about Kuchun Sanren, the more certain he became, and he knelt down quickly and said: "You are always good at looking good, but young people are blind. The relationship between master and disciple between me and Zhao Chun is completely based on what we need. You should be aware of the difficulties of Sanxiu." Understood."
Zhou Bai didn't panic, stretched out his two fingers to hold the wooden sword, and then looked at it carefully and said: "Oh? Tell me about your origin and your relationship with the Zhao family, and then I will decide whether to kill you or not. "
"The little old man is from Tongzhou. He was taken by the casual cultivator master to travel around the world since he was a child. Later, he exhausted the master's family wealth and entered the Taoism in Dingzhou."
"After that, it became difficult to move forward. We were extremely short of resources, so we could only seek various ways of assistance. Zhao Chun's father found him... He practiced the Mu Xing Kung Fu "Dead Tree Blooms in Spring Kung Fu", and now he is proficient in alchemy and talisman making..."
It's a very simple stage of casual cultivation, but it's difficult to find the way. He longs for spiritual stones and elixirs to help him practice, so he can only agree to become a worshiper of the Zhao family.
Zhou Bai can recognize 60% to 70% of the truth whether it is true or false, but he must be on guard against others and cannot let them go easily.
It would be very easy for a person at the peak of the first level to really cause trouble for the Zhou family. Zhou Bai would not be able to spend any more energy chasing after him.
Moreover, this Kuchun Sanren is an elite among the San cultivators. He has two "proficient" skills in cultivating immortals and is an extraordinary talent that the inner government lacks.
"Take it, I don't have to kill you, but how are you going to reassure me?"
"Also, I am the Zhou Bai that your apprentice is thinking about. Zhou Bai, Ping Cang, is not an old monster." Zhou Bai flicked back the wooden flying sword with his fingers, and then looked at Zhao Chun with amusement.
He had just checked that it was an ordinary spiritual wood material, and only had three levels of magical weapons. It was the most common low-grade magic weapon.
Although he doesn't have a magic weapon yet, it doesn't stop him from looking down on these things.
Zhou Bai only needs one magic weapon in the future that can match Hunyuan magic power and carry the power of luck.
Ku Chun Sanren was frightened, and he knew what to do as he was experienced.
"Good disciple, this is not a betrayal, it's just fate..."
He first offered his storage bag with both hands, then held the wooden sword in his hand and said: "You can do whatever you want, little old man. In addition to Zhao Chun and Zhao Xian, there are several important people in the Zhao family. I will deal with them right away." ."
That night, the Zhao family was destroyed from the source by Zhou Bai.
