Chapter 1001 Great Witch

Chapter 1001 Great Witch

"hiss."

Shou He grinned in pain.

"My husband's injury should be healed for ten days and a half first." Bu Zanghua's eyes were full of distress, and she carefully applied the medicine, and even said with a bit of complaint in her voice.

"Don't the old gods know that you don't have a good place in your body and you need your energy and blood to nourish you? How can you..."

Shou He shook his head and said: "There is nothing the old immortal can do."

"Besides, our lives were saved by the old god."

"No matter how much life-saving grace is, you can't suck out the air and blood like this. In this situation, how many lives are enough?" Bu Zanghua let out a long sigh. She knew she couldn't say anything. As soon as she said it, Shou He pushed her back. Even if you ask him to talk about it, he won't talk about it. He acts like a dull gourd and just obeys orders.

How can they get involved in matters between big shots?

If it remains like this, sooner or later, you will risk your life because of your desperate efforts.

"My wife also said that the Divine Forbidden Land suppresses cultivation very much. My abilities are pretty good. If I change my cultivation, I will be unable to adapt to it for a while, which will ruin the old god's affairs."

Shou He slowly bandaged the wound on his arm and said with a smile: "The mobilization of Qi and blood is also assisted by pills, so it's not too powerful."

"It's out of the way."

While speaking, he patted the back of Bu Zanghua's hand to express reassurance.

"But this is not the way to go."

Tears welled up in Bu Zanghua's eyes: "We can't let the old god unlock your magical powers, and then change to a strong man."

"There is no such thing as a strong man."

Shou He hugged Bu Zanghua into his arms, stared at the candlelight in front of him, and said with a smile: "There are only so many first-class masters in the world."

The candlelight reflected in his eyes, and the long fire flickered: "If you don't want to die in confusion when the weather changes, you have to find a way to survive."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"I want to learn Taoism.

"But the old god no longer accepts disciples."

"Did you ask the old god?"

"I tested it, but didn't ask."

"You have to ask."

Bu Zanghua quickly wiped away her charm and said seriously: "As far as I know, weapon spirit treasures also require monks to have corresponding strength to use them. For example, the divine weapon spirit cannot display its true power without the strength of Dao Lord Ancestor. Strength, the old god will definitely not suppress your ability to enter the country."

"But……"

"Nothing but, he will definitely teach you."

"Okay, I'll go after dinner."

After meal.

Dusk has not yet arrived.

The dark-skinned man approached the backyard. The backyard was very elegant, like a fairyland falling on earth.

No one can set foot there during normal times.

The only person who can come here is a man.

The person who came was none other than the first-rate warrior who was currently in charge of the Zunhun Banner, the king of capture in Wanning County, Shou He.

The 16-foot-long ancient peach tree has long been lush and lush.

A man is sitting cross-legged on the green platform under the tree.

The man sat cross-legged, and across his legs was a strange-looking sword. The sword was full of dark color, mixed with green mysterious light, and the light was like ripples, completely disappearing from the figure.

The man with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.

They were a pair of eyes filled with disillusionment and change of life and death, as if the wheels of dharma were turning around.

The man stroked the divine weapon lying on his knees and recited: "The Six Paths of the Underworld contains a trace of the ancient Six Paths. It is indeed the most suitable divine weapon for my little junior sister's immortal body. What's even more rare is that with this divine weapon and the Immortal Body Palm Sect, We can use this to thoroughly implement the magical method of Taiyi Shengxian Sect, and thus have the opportunity to become the top sect."

The man holding the magic weapon slowly stood up from the bluestone slab.

call out.

The sword is like a black horn, pointing diagonally at the blue sky.

"The gods of the ten directions, as numerous as sand and dust, have transformed into the realms of the ten directions, assisted the heavens and people, gathered their merits, and saved the guilty souls with one voice."

Uh-huh.

Swinging the sword and turning around, a sword dance moves smoothly.

The magic medicine flat peach seems to be the background of men.

Tu Shanjun, who had taken back the magic weapon, turned his gaze to Shou He who was standing not far away and asked, "What happened?"

"without……"

Shou He was surprised and at a loss, but he still did not forget the business and said: "I, the old god..., I want to learn Taoism."

The moment he spoke, Shou He seemed to have completely let go of the burden in his heart and said: "I want to become stronger, I want to get out of here, and I must at least keep my wife safe."

"Can I become your teacher?"

Tu Shanjun, who was holding a sword, stood under the peach tree and refused without any movement in his eyes: "I will no longer accept disciples."

There was boundless loss in Shou He's eyes.

He should have known better.

Even if a fairy-like figure falls into the mortal world and is picked up by an ordinary person like him, does he have to rely on others to worship a master before he is willing to give up?

After hearing this sentence for the second time, Shou He suddenly felt sad.

Even if he has a great reputation in the world, in the eyes of real gods, he is nothing more than that.

But he didn't even have a chance to work hard.

He wanted the old god to look at him, just one look, and he also wanted to look at the monks who regarded them as ants.

People cannot always live because of the eyes of others.

If he didn't have the skills and didn't meet someone who could teach him the skills, he might have starved to death early.

When he was about to starve to death, he didn't know if he would go back.

Probably so.

When dying, people want to live.

Now he is clearly not that time, why is he so eager for skills?

Isn't it good to just live in such a muddle?

He is protected by an old god above, followed by a group of brothers below, works as a court official, and has a wife at home.

Perhaps a child is all that is left before a life is complete.

Speaking of children, he thought of the child who begged for food with him when he was young.

That child was very smart, and later someone took a fancy to him and said he was adopted.

Later, when he had the ability, he went to look for him.

If he couldn't find him in the Jianghu, he would come to the temple to look for him.

He always saw the disappearance of children when he looked through the files. He gradually understood what happened. He must have been taken away by outsiders.

He wanted to ask why.

He wanted to ask this question with almost exhaustion.

In the end, he didn't ask.

Shou He only felt a faint fear lingering in his heart. Looking at his wife's face that hardly changed, and his body that changed silently, he should have felt fear.

It was a kind of confusion of knowing that there would be no result but not knowing what to do.

"Because my expectations of you are more than this."

The voice was hoarse and ethereal.

It was like the low hum of the devil and the kind whisper of the abyss devil.

The lost Shou He suddenly looked up.

"Learn the immortal way, you can transform your blood and qi into the peak of the golden elixir."

"In the forbidden land of the gods, transforming your blood and qi will greatly weaken your strength. This is the first reason."

"Secondly, the immortal road is difficult. Even if you fall into the devil way, the power you gain is really slow, which is not enough to support you to deal with the crisis." Tu Shanjun put his hands behind his back: "The devil way gains power very quickly, but I hate the devil way. I will kill every devil cultivator I see, even my direct disciples."

Hearing the murderous tone in the old immortal's words, Shou He was awed.

It was the first time he saw the murderous Tu Shanjun.

"Then I should go..."

"Martial arts."

"Martial arts?!" Shou He exclaimed, and then lowered his voice and said: "Didn't you say that there is no way forward for martial arts?"

Not only did Tu Shanjun say that, Shou He himself could also feel that there was no way forward.

No matter how much he practiced, the blood and qi increased like a snail climbing a mountain.

The mountain is still there, and the snail can't get through it in its lifetime.

And who knows whether there is a sea or more mountains behind the mountain.

"Martial arts, now there should be a way forward." Tu Shanjun let out a long breath.

He combined the mythological stories of his previous life and the current martial arts to finally create a way forward. Although it has not yet broken away from some frameworks, he has found a way for martial artists to continue moving forward.

"I have the eight-character mantra."

"Old immortal, please tell me."

"Survival of the fittest!"

"What is the fittest?"

"The fittest is in harmony with heaven and earth." Tu Shanjun continued: "It seems that the monks still maintain their human appearance, but in fact, monks and ordinary people are two species. Warriors should have been the same, but they have not been completely separated yet. Ordinary people will slowly adapt to heaven and earth."

"But they are too slow."

Shou He asked: "How to speed up?"

"Replenishment.

"The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and replenish the deficiency. The way of man is to reduce the deficiency and serve the surplus.

"If you want to achieve the Tao, you must get closer and closer to heaven." When Tu Shanjun explained to Shou He, the body of the spirit demon after the immortal technique flashed in his mind.

That body looks like a demon body but has terrifying power.

Why?

Because that demon body is on the road to perfection.

If there is a fairy in this world, it should be perfect enough.

To be perfect, the original imperfect "bucket" must be supplemented and replaced with a container that can hold more energy.

"To complete this step, I have three magical powers."

"Explore the spirit, accept the spirit, and integrate the spirit."

Once Tushanjun's nightmare pattern spirit attachment technique allowed the recipient to obtain the nightmare spirit magical power.

After all, it requires a medium to perform, and over time, the recipient will be affected by the nightmare spirit.

If Tushanjun had not interfered, Yangwu might have been affected by the flesh and skin on his body in the near future and turned into that evil dragon.

This time, Tushanjun completely eliminated such a situation and created three magical powers.

This "spirit" is not a soul, but more like a "form".

Or it can be said that the other party is stronger than the caster.

The most core magical power was named "divine fetus" by Tushan Jun. The three souls and seven spirits condense into a divine fetus, which controls all forms.

In the process of merging spirits, it is the process of condensing a divine fetus.

With a divine fetus, whether it will be a human or a god in the end, Tushan Jun does not know.

Tushan Jun pondered for a long time before saying: "I am not very knowledgeable, and I can only do this step."

After all, the Ghost Saint is not a master of various paths who studies heaven and man. What he can do is just to make the martial arts take a step forward. He is not sure whether this step is right or not, but at least he will not be trapped in the first step.

"It is called martial arts."

"It should be called 'witchcraft'."

None of the warriors who have been refined to the end will still look like a human.

Those with a body of several feet may be the more pleasing ones.

"This half of the Great Witch Scripture."

Tushan Jun handed over the leather scroll in his hand and said: "Whether to learn it or not, think about it carefully."

Shou He, who took the Witch Scripture, stood in place.

Tushan Jun walked past Shou He without interrupting him and walked towards the back hall.

He had seen the Six Paths of the Yellow Springs, and there was no back-up magic of Zhang Yajiu inside.

He guessed some of the sect's layout through the Six Paths of the Yellow Springs, and there was no need for him to expose it.

It would be best if it could succeed.

If it couldn't succeed, the magic sword and the immortal body were also extremely important to the sect.

It was time to give the Six Paths of the Yellow Springs to the little junior sister in the green skirt.

Then persuade Senior Brother Taijing to take the little junior sister away.

Tu Shanjun, who had completed such a big thing, walked briskly.

When he walked out of the courtyard, he looked back at the ancient tree that was planted with the magical medicine.

The tall man murmured: "My peaches are ripe."