Chapter 141 Demonic Cultivator
Zhu Yuan's reaction surprised Gu Xiao.
Is this guy going to kill me if he doesn't scream when he sees me? There is no need to so-called disintegrate Dafa and perish together with oneself.
Upon closer inspection, Zhu Yuan turned into a useless person.
"You?" Gu Xiao said in surprise. He couldn't imagine what it would be like for a person without internal strength. The feeling of falling from the clouds to the altar would probably be uncomfortable.
"Nothing belongs to you or me. If you want to kill me, please take this big head. Move quickly and don't disturb the students." Zhu Yuan was a little impatient.
Although the past has been put aside, An Neng feels good when he sees his old enemy.
"No, I won't take action against you. It's the same from the beginning to the end. Master's death was just an accident. I came here just to pay a visit to Xu Xuan."
Zhu Yuan didn't know what he thought of, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Then you go, the school is a quiet place, no outsiders are allowed in."
Gu Xiao did not leave in a hurry, but asked: "Is Xu Xuan really as powerful as the rumors say?"
"Most of them are passed down by rumors, just ordinary grandmasters."
Before he finished speaking, Gu Xiao disappeared from here.
But he did not look for Xu Xuan immediately. Instead, he transformed into an ordinary scholar and settled down in the city.
Zhu Yuan told Kou Zhen the information, and Kou Zhen and others stepped up their defenses, but Gu Xiao never came.
In this way, half a year passed.
Mirror world.
A dark and deep mountain stream.
The clouds are steaming and the springs are gushing, and the moss is yellowing the leaves.
A dark red stilted building stood on the shore, three feet above the ground, with strange red lanterns hanging from the eaves.
There was a thick mist surrounding the woods, and there seemed to be many ghosts.
Inside the house, what comes into view is a huge Tai Chi pattern.
The woman in green clothes sits cross-legged, exhaling yin energy with her breathing.
There were three men and one woman in front of her, all about seven or eight years old, and they were learning to breathe and meditate in a decent manner.
After a long time, Hong Xiangling put away his skills and walked back and forth to give instructions to everyone.
This is the first step to create a sect.
Since the Immortal in the Mirror rewarded her with the skills, Hong Xiangling resolutely turned to the path of Yinhun. These people were the good seedlings she found from among the people, and she would train them as the first generation of disciples.
As time goes by, she believes that the Yinshan Sect will grow stronger.
In the end, if it can annex Xuanjing Mountain, it will become a powerful force that rules tens of millions of people.
This is her next goal.
There is no future in being a Jie cultivator, and being a businessman is too stupid.
The world of immortality still relies on power and background.
If you have a huge sect behind you, your fault tolerance will be very high, allowing you to fail once or twice.
If the inheritance of the sect is carried out, there will be a steady stream of new people to strengthen the sect in the future.
This is the meaning of the sect's existence. Of course, the successor must be carefully selected. If the disciple's mind is not right, it will be a disaster.
real world.
At night, the stars are bright.
There was a dark wind in the bamboo forest, and a green mist filled the surrounding Wutong Cave.
Outside the cave, there are ten altars similar to pavilions, each with a terracotta warrior.
The terracotta warriors and horses are painted with cinnabar runes and are slowly absorbing the Yin energy from the outside world.
In the Wutong Cave, Xu Xuan had talismans painted on his body, and beside him was the seal of the Yin God.
He is practicing the method of searching for souls.
If this method is successfully refined, you will no longer have to worry about extracting a confession. When extorting a confession, you will have to worry about whether the other party has concealed key points.
The soul-searching technique is much simpler. You can directly use your magical power to read the opponent's memory.
After an unknown amount of time, Xu Xuan opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes and disappeared in a flash.
He stood up and stretched, and took out a large black altar from the storage bag. The altar contained something similar to black mud.
Pour the black mud on the ground. Suddenly, the divine seal emits light, and countless ghost heads pour out, gnawing at the mud like tadpoles.
At this moment, Wutong Cave became eerie and terrifying, like the underworld.
Torturing ghosts and summoning gods, moving clouds and spreading rain.
The martial arts of the world are completely incomparable in the face of mysterious and unpredictable magic.
They are growing and their internal strength is improving.
But their growth rate is completely unable to compare with the rate at which they become stronger.
Unlike warriors who are good at relying on internal strength and physical fitness, Xu Xuan often only needs to learn a new spell to overcome their years of hard training.
Heavenly prison.
In the deepest iron prison, the doors and chains are all made of hundreds of refined iron.
There were several ragged people imprisoned in separate rooms.
They lowered their heads, their breath was dying, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside.
Everyone looked up and saw that it was a young man, followed by Kou Zhen.
"Zhenjun, this is the master of the Tang Dynasty." Kou Zhen pointed at a few people and said.
Hearing this, everyone raised their heads and stared at Xu Xuan's face with hatred in their eyes and a hint of shock.
They were all shocked by Xu Xuan's youth.
Why are there such young great masters in the world?
The young man on the far right raised his head. In the dim environment, his eyes were as sharp as swords.
Jiantang sneered and said: "Xu Xuan, you have done many evil things and have already lost the support of the people. Destruction is only a matter of course."
"Haha, that's right, I'll be waiting for you below." Another person smiled cruelly.
Recently, many masters from aristocratic families have been thrown into iron prisons, and they have become aware of the evil deeds of Taoism. In their view, under the opposition of the whole world, Taoism will struggle and end after a short period of glory.
"People's hearts? What is that? Let's do it to you first..." Xu Xuan chuckled lightly and came to Jian Tang's side. His right hand turned into a claw and slammed on Jian Tang's head.
"Uhhhhh!!"
Kendou screamed in pain, his veins bulging.
The screams were so horrifying that everyone felt as if they were in hell, and their hair suddenly stood up.
At the same time, memories emerged in Xu Xuan's mind.
It was like a movie was being played, but it was obviously turned up in multiples, and the memory was flowing rapidly, and it would not obey its own command.
Soon, Kendo died suddenly.
Xu Xuan let go and looked at the dark palm.
"The proficiency in getting started is still not good enough, and the efficiency of obtaining information is too slow."
But having said that, I am becoming more and more like a demon cultivator.
Later, Xu Xuan released an evil spirit from the divine seal.
The ferocious ghost head, its eyes flashing with green light, opened its dark mouth and crazily devoured the sword hall's flesh and blood.
This elegant swordsman in white died like this.
The lofty sentiments and romance of knights and knights will no longer exist, and will be replaced by Taoism and metaphysics.
"this……"
"ghost?"
Everyone's worldview is on the verge of collapse.
Martial arts masters have never seen ghosts, and they are even vaguely afraid of ghosts. Now that they see real ghosts, they really live up to their expectations. They are also afraid of this thing.
It’s really hard to believe that there really are ghosts in the world.
Popular support?
In front of ghosts and gods, do people’s hearts still matter? Just use mana to suppress the current world.
For a moment, the masters of the family were in despair.
What else in the world can subdue this man?
Only when the two paths of good and evil unite, and thousands of people die, and tens of thousands of people come to their senses, can we take down this man and create peace for all generations.
"ah!!"
"Spare my life!!"
In the next few days, painful screams continued to be heard from inside the prison.
Taoist killings have always been organized. If you don't have direct or indirect blood debt, you won't end up in this prison.
But as a retired martial arts master, they drink a lot of wine, eat meat, and spend a lot of money in restaurants. Where does the money come from?
The world is balanced. If someone enjoys luxury, someone will suffer for it.
Come here and prove they are guilty.
Soon, another few months passed, the cell was emptied, and Xu Xuan's soul-searching technique also entered Xiaocheng.
After that, Xu Xuan returned to the mountain to practice.
While practicing basic skills, the other side receives a steady stream of supplies.
Outside the sycamore tree, the terracotta warriors and horses absorb the yin energy, and white candles are lit in front of them.
Gods eat incense and ghosts eat candles. This is done to stimulate the spirituality of the terracotta warriors and horses.
Inside the cave, Xu Xuan was making sacrifices with a small triangular flag with the word "Yin" written on it.
Essence and blood draw talismans, and true energy refines weapons.
The mountains are getting more and more eerie.
At this time, the black shadow under the night flashed away and came outside the iron bamboo forest?
The moment the figure entered the bamboo forest, Xu Xuan opened his eyes.
"Huh? Is there a master? Such a strong wave, could it be a great master? Well, I finally saw one alive."
Xu Xuan thought and let go of the bamboo forest formation.
cold……
The moment Gu Xiao came in, the first thing he felt was cold.
It was quiet and silent nearby.