Section 3 Swimming into the river and sea

Style: Fantasy Author: Chen YuanWords: 1990Update Time: 24/02/20 13:45:19
Tian Sizhong returned to the station with the "Vajra Bell" in his sleeves, locked himself in the house, and carefully studied the "soul-killing technique" engraved in the bell cavity, and learned a lot. It turns out that this skill can be practiced to a profound level, and it can cut the soul into two, and refine it into one main soul and one pair. The main soul resides in the physical body, and the deputy soul sleeps in the Vajra Bell. Another secret place can be chosen to be placed with the alternative physical body. in one place. Everything has advantages and disadvantages. As Tao Jinchan said, practicing the "soul-killing technique" is tantamount to having an extra life. The main soul is annihilated, the secondary soul is revived, and the physical body is reborn. However, there are two disadvantages. One is the soul. Split, the main soul is inherently deficient and can easily be controlled by Taoist magic that directly attacks the soul. The second soul is reborn and is even weaker. The road is congested and it is extremely difficult to achieve the upper state. You can no longer practice the "soul-killing technique", otherwise the soul will fly away. The danger.

Tian Sizhong thought for a long time, but finally couldn't make up his mind. Although "soul-killing art" is a way to save life, its disadvantages cannot be ignored, and it is difficult to guarantee that such evil Taoism will not leave a back door. The main sect may not bother to do it, but it has created this The power of magic may not be without countermeasures. Full of worries and worrying about gains and losses, he carefully put away the Vajra Bell and left it to make plans for the future.

Over the years, Tian Sizhong and Qiu Shou of the Fox Clan have joined forces to exterminate the great demon. The demon elixirs obtained are endless and of excellent quality. They are put into the Four Cranes Stepping Lotus square pot to extract the evil spirits and evil spirits. The Styx Dharma has been restored to the seventh level, and Shenwanqi is full. , there are faint signs of a breakthrough. The evil spirit condenses the Dharma. The third level is a small level, and the seventh level is a large level. From all the Dharmaxiang sect, only Master Taiyu, the head master, has achieved the ninth level Dharma. It is said that going up to the thirteenth level is still a difficult level, and it is difficult to overcome it. Once you gain this level, you will gain great freedom. Tian Sizhong thinks that his qualifications are limited and his opportunities are also limited. Breaking through to the seventh level in his lifetime is already a lucky chance, so he does not have such extravagant hopes.

Suddenly a few months passed, and Tian Sizhong spent his days leisurely in Jiuzhe Valley, drinking and enjoying music, soothing his mind. None of the disciples of Faxiang Sect dared to disturb him. Only Hou Yi showed up every now and then, and when he saw the opportunity, he came up to say a few words. , came across news that Tian Sizhong was interested in, and stood still to talk for a while longer. Hou Yi was smart and had a good feel for his senior brother. He knew what he wanted. He worked tirelessly to play the role of "inquirer". He knew the big and small things spread in Jiuzhe Valley. He chose and told his senior brother, and Tian Sizhong did not treat him badly. He gave him pills, pills and spiritual pearls, which lasted forever and were not a small sum of money. Hou Yi got a lot of benefits, and went to the market to exchange evil spirits and condense the Dharma. Although it was not as much as going out to hunt in the valley, it was better than being stable and the water flowed smoothly.

Counting the time, it was almost time to rest. Hou Yi rushed to take a look. Sure enough, his senior brother was packing his bags and preparing to go hunting in the valley. With a smile on his face, he said a few words of flattery and talked about the news he heard in Fangshi today. Master Wei of Miluo Sect came to Jiuzhe Valley, accompanied by two disciples, a man and a woman. The man was old, ugly, and full of anger. The woman is young, beautiful and graceful.

Tian Sizhong's head jumped sharply. It was a blessing, not a curse, but he could not avoid it. He was silent for a moment, let his junior brother into the room, and asked a few more questions calmly. Hou Yi had long noticed that his senior brother was very concerned about Miluo Sect and was interested in him, so he naturally paid more attention to it and found out all the information on the surface. The Miluo Sect's mountain gate is located in the Qianfu Valley of Taiping Mountain, not far from the Xuanyuan Sect. The sect was established in a hurry, and all the needs were obtained from the Xuanyuan Sect. There were only a few disciples under the sect. This time, the disciples who came to Jiuzhe Valley with the sect leader Wei Shiqi, The old and ugly one is a Taoist from Yiqing, and the beautiful one is Li Yihe. The three girls who stayed in Qianfu Valley to guard the mountain gate are Zhao Derong, Xia Qian and Qin Rong. Zhao Derong was originally a disciple of the Huashan Sect and was ordered to switch to the Miluo Sect. This move also showed the attitude of Zuo Zongzhu and deterred those with ulterior motives.

Tian Sizhong is no stranger to Taoist Yiqing, Xia Qian and others. They are all old members of the Tianlong Gang. They have probably practiced some rudimentary Taoism and know the basics. He can temporarily summon his servants. In the future, when the sect has established a firm foothold, he will naturally take over. True disciples, all the small sects in Immortal City came here like this, and they didn’t care in their hearts. But what was Wei Shiqi doing in Jiuzhe Valley? It can’t be just for sightseeing, right? Tian Sizhong frowned and thought for a while, vaguely guessing his intentions. A cultivator must establish a sect and make contributions to the Immortal City within a hundred years before he can be recognized by the city lord. At present, the battle in the outside world is the top priority of the Immortal City. Wei Shi Seven is not coming for him.

After thinking about this, Tian Sizhong breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. Fortunately, Junior Brother Hou revealed the news in time, otherwise he would be asking for trouble if he bumped into the other party in a confused way! Tian Sizhong secretly rejoiced, and without thinking about it, he sneaked out of Jiuzhe Valley overnight, just like a fish leaving the pond and swimming into the river and sea without knowing where to go.

It was still early before the agreed date, and it was easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult from luxury to frugality. Tian Sizhong and Qiu Shou were used to cooperating on offense and defense, and they were impatient to hunt alone, so they found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to kill time. On this day, when he was in a hurry, he shot a beast that looked like an elk in the field. He washed it, skinned it, roasted it on the fire, sprinkled some salt flowers on it, and tasted it, but it tasted good. He was addicted to alcohol for a while, and took the bag. It feels empty, and I miss Junior Brother Pu’s wine gourd even more.

Not long after the opening of the Outer Territory, the Heavenly Ridge earth veins were too fragile, the surrounding fields were covered with wind and sand, and all living things were extinct. The two tribes of humans and demons were fighting fiercely, constantly pounding the world. Yang Qing rose, Yin turbidity accumulated, broke and then stood up, and gradually became stable. One year can equal a hundred years of work. After these evolutions, the appearance of the outer domain has been greatly changed. Mountains, rivers, and places are spread out. All things are nourished and vitality is flourishing. It is like a small world in the cave. In the future, when the two clans will decide the winner and there is no need to continue fighting, who will this world fall into? Tian Sizhong's eyes widened and his heart surged. Although he was the eldest son of the Faxiang Sect and his future was limitless, what was it compared to the real power of the Immortal City Demon Realm?

He took out the square pot with four cranes and lotus from his bag, shook it, and found that there was still an evil soul in the pot. However, last time he teamed up with Qiu Shou to kill an evil-looking three-headed dragon, and from the evil pill Refining what you get. This evil spirit had to be completely tailed and full of energy, which was very rare. He was reluctant to refine it at will. Until this time, his heart moved, and the time was right. He lowered his head without hesitation, sucked in his mouth and nose, and removed the evil spirit. Take the soul into the body, sit in meditation with your eyes closed, and slowly refine it.

A few days passed, and there was no sound in the forest. A strong sheep demon tiptoed up to him. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist, and was covered in long hair. He held a copper hammer in his hand, and his nostrils were flaring. He seemed to smell something, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. The cunning light slowly approached from downwind. He cautiously poked his head out, and saw a monk sitting cross-legged and meditating under a tree in the forest, as if he was practicing Kung Fu. There was a pot beside him, with the shape of four cranes stepping on lotus, which looked like a treasure at first glance.

The sheep demon hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't restrain his greed. He stared at the opponent with his eyes fixed on him. He stepped closer and closer with gentle steps. The muscles in his right arm bulged. He raised the copper hammer, intending to hit it with his hand and try his luck. His strength had reached its peak, and when he was about to take action, he suddenly heard the sound of gurgling water resounding throughout the world. In the midst of his surprise, he caught a glimpse of a surging river, which rolled him up, and then swept him away out of thin air, without a trace of him and the hammer.

Tian Sizhong was still sitting cross-legged in the forest, motionless, as if he had not noticed anything strange.