Chapter 1012 Blood Refining
The old Ibis Saint said: "Young Master's opportunity is two out of three.
"It's time to go back."
Wen Zhaowu, a young monk from Tianmen Holy Land, asked doubtfully: "Does Elder Ibis feel that the suppression of magic power is slowly weakening recently?"
"have."
The old Ibis Saint nodded.
Wen Zhaowu's gaze fell on the west mountain of the capital, and he said in a deep voice: "The suppression of the Divine Forbidden Land is based on that Heavenly Lord. Whether it is strengthened or weakened, it means that there is something wrong with the Divine Lord. The mineral veins solidified by the divine blood , it shouldn’t be exhausted so quickly.”
"Young master, what do you mean...?"
Wen Zhaowu did not answer Old Ibis Saint's words but mentioned someone.
"Senior Brother Chu from the Holy Land sent me a letter, saying that we will arrive at the Forbidden Land."
"Master Chu?"
The old Ibis Saint was shocked.
"good.
“I guess it has something to do with the decline of the Forbidden Land.
Wen Zhaowu calculated: "Once such a powerful realm collapses, the collision will be so terrifying that even Senior Brother Chu is tempted. He must have received information from someone."
"Logically speaking, there shouldn't be many people still in the Forbidden Land now. The grand event that takes place once every ten years only lasts for three or four months. Not only is there not a shortage, but there are also a steady stream of monks coming, including more With monks like Senior Brother Chu, I am afraid that there will be a sudden change in the God’s Forbidden Land.”
Wen Zhaowu's face was solemn, and he pondered for a while and said: "Let's make plans after senior brother arrives. If possible, we can also buy the bronze mask."
The old Ibis Saint opened his mouth, a complex expression flashed in his eyes, and after a long time he said: "He is so tight."
"Isn't even Senior Brother Chu his opponent?"
"He is also a great saint."
"It's different, very different." Old Ibis Saint shook his head slightly.
…
"Leaving?"
The mortal emperor in the throne asked.
"Your Majesty, in the past two months, I've gone a lot." The old eunuch replied respectfully.
"The palace is quite deserted."
Yuan Rong laughed: "It's cold, but it's not lonely."
Just when the old eunuch was about to answer, he heard the emperor behind the bead curtain say: "You can leave too."
Plop.
The old eunuch knelt on the ground, with tears in his eyes, but said without saying anything: "The old slave's legs and feet are inconvenient and he can't walk. Even if he leaves, where should he go? Where is the old slave's shelter."
"yes."
Yuan Rong looked at the old eunuch who was promoted by himself and said, "You are getting old, and so am I."
"Then I won't leave."
As he spoke, Yuan Rong looked at the Western Mountain.
Xishan Temple View.
The Ghost Saint asked: "Sent away?"
Shou He nodded and said: "The arrangement was made by Tianjun."
"Very good." The ghost saint under the ancient tree had no objection.
When Senior Brother Taijing left with his little Junior Sister, he wanted Shou He to speak.
At that time, Shou He had intended to do so, but once he did that, not only Bu Zanghua would notice the problem, but Tai Jing would also break the casserole and ask the truth.
Later, Tianjun said that he could accomplish such a simple thing, so he has been putting it off until now.
Now that it's decided, Bu Zanghua will be sent back to China.
"Since everything has been arranged, I will help you refine the holy blood." Tu Shanjun looked at Shou He, his eyes like the eternal abyss passing through some thoughts: "I originally wanted to wait for you to grow up, and there is the Immortal Taoist Scripture and the Great Witchcraft Scripture. By practicing internally and externally, your Taoist body may become an even different existence, and now you can only do it in a hurry.”
Shou He cupped his hands and said, "My life is..."
Tu Shanjun waved his hand to interrupt Shou He's words and said coldly: "Don't say such words again.
"You can't live without the Zunhun Banner, and I can't perform it without you.
"I'm not your benefactor.
"There is no need to be grateful to me.
"You are the banner master, and I am the master soul, that's all."
Although Shou He felt that this was not the case, he didn't know what to say.
He is like that poor boy who got the opportunity. No one knows whether he will soar into the sky or disappear into the world. Maybe his destiny is not hard and he will not be able to withstand the huge opportunity, and he will leave this world early.
But if you think about it carefully, what Ghost Saint said is not wrong.
After the Zunhun Banner falls into his hands, he will naturally bear all the consequences of his actions.
As the banner master, can he get rid of the cause and effect of the soul banner itself?
How many pairs of eyes stared.
How many troublesome things are there.
Shou He should have expected this.
How can it be such a good thing to only inherit property without taking on debts?
Shou He laughed, then burst into laughter.
All the shapes on his body disappeared quickly at this moment.
Shou He, who was already close to a foot tall, turned into a thin, dark man over six feet tall.
At this moment, the divine fetus in his wild sea of consciousness suddenly opened his eyes, walked with a human body, and measured the wild wilderness.
At this moment, Tu Shanjun saw the changes in Shou He.
Shou He was not arrogant, nor did he really think that it was the relationship between the weapon master and the weapon, but he clearly understood where he should stand.
Just as he is neither a monster nor a god.
He is human.
He is an upright person.
This is witchcraft.
Shou He immediately sat cross-legged as his strange vision disappeared.
The Zunhun Banner suddenly flew down behind him.
It seems to be protecting him.
A drop of black-red demonic blood emerged from the center of his eyebrows. The demonic blood was all-encompassing and boiled under the attraction of the Great Witch Divine Fetus, blooming with a terrifying aura.
Demonic blood dripped.
Ding dong.
Like the sound of the great road.
At this time, Tushan Jun under the ancient tree showed a surprised look and sighed: "It's a pity for you not to practice."
No wonder you can reach the top of the forbidden land at the age of thirty.
Shou He's talent even surpasses ordinary geniuses.
It's a pity that he is unlucky.
He was not taken away by foreign cultivators when he was ten years old, but started to practice martial arts when he was less than ten years old.
The internal breath of a martial artist is similar to magic power, but internal breath and blood are definitely not magic power.
To complete the transformation, you need to pass three levels in a row, moving the skin, refining the organs, and forging the bones, and then you can become innate.
Of course, it is faster to waste your internal breath. No matter which one, it takes a lot of time to go back and forth like this.
Most of the sect cultivators who come in are here for opportunities and seedlings. There is not enough time, and each family is more likely to have a number, so no one will choose a child who has already practiced martial arts. In addition, there are few means to judge whether the other party is a good practitioner through childhood, so Shou He has no chance.
I didn't expect Shou He to have such a good talent.
Tu Shanjun only gave him a few words, and he immediately understood the meaning.
His comprehension is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Tu Shanjun pointed a divine light at the boiling demon blood.
The demon blood immediately melted.
"Taiyin Xuanshui."
"The seeds of Taoism are immortal!"
Buzz.
The incorruptible bones supported the body like a black gem.
The dark skin became a little bluish-white.
As the green color faded, the original dark and light color was not much.
At the moment when the immortal corpse was formed, Shou He opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes burst out, as if it was the ancient great witch cave.
The wild sea of consciousness.
The divine fetus stood still.
The blue moon above was dyed black and red.
Until the red blood light disappeared, a black moon hung in the sky where the earth and the sky connected.
Shou He heard a ethereal sound of Taoism, as if someone was preaching to him, and the Immortal Tao Sutra was no longer a scripture but was completely integrated into his body.
Under the shaping of the Great Witch Scripture, his divine fetus and body seemed to have become heaven and earth, and heaven and earth were running independently, but they were ingeniously unified.
Tushan Jun stood up under the ancient tree.
Reciting the scriptures.
After years of improvement and comprehension, the Immortal Scripture has a total of 4,931 words, all of which are manifested on the main pole of the Honored Soul Banner.
It seems that it is not a word at all.
It is not written by anyone.
It is the oldest brushwork of the Great Dao seal.
Dao Dao Dao.
Ancient ancient ancient.
Dao ancient, ancient Dao...
The three souls are immortal, the seven spirits are indestructible, and finally the divine fetus is shaped.
Tushan Jun looked at Shou He who was sitting cross-legged, and after a long pause, he said: "This is indeed not the immortal way."
Although it is based on the immortal way, it is more inclined to the divine way.
With the divine fetus sitting in the world, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is creating a post-natal god.
This confused Tushan Jun.
He clearly integrated the two ways of gods and immortals, and created the sequel based on the first step of the original forbidden land of gods. Why is it so obvious?
What puzzled Tushanjun even more was that Shou He, who had broken through his realm, should have faced the test of heavenly tribulation.
It was fine that ordinary small thunder tribulations could not enter the forbidden land of the gods, but why did the sky above not change?
Tushanjun counted with his fingers, calculating the approach of the catastrophe, but the heavenly secrets seemed obscure, but in fact they were all clear.
Either Tushanjun could not even see the heavenly secrets clearly, or his numerology was not good.
Although it was difficult for cultivators to calculate, God should always express something, and should not be so calm.
But what was confusing was that God was so calm, as if he had given a green light all the way.
There were only two possibilities.
One was that a great master took action.
The other was that Shou He came into being and did not suffer from the catastrophe.
If Shou He did not suffer from the catastrophe, Long Qi would not have brought people to the door.
Tushanjun's first thought was the Heavenly King.
The Heavenly King must not be an ordinary god, but if he still had such ability now, Tushanjun would not have to intervene.
He could overthrow it himself.
Therefore, even if Tianjun was once a supreme power, he is now in a state of decline.
"Is it Yuan Shengmo or... Daoism?"
Tushanjun frowned and stood still.
He could not be sure what Daoism meant.
Was this what Daoism meant, or was it Yuan Shengmo's own idea.
What kind of relationship did Daoism have with Guxianlou?
What role did Yuan Shengmo play?
What was the purpose of all his actions?
After asking three questions, Tushanjun sighed.
Too little information.
Insufficient intelligence.
He really couldn't figure it out and couldn't see the current situation clearly.
Even if he asked Yan Tianjun, it was estimated that Tianjun would not tell him.
If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Guessing those things is useless and just exhausting your own spirit.
It's still the old saying, when the enemy comes, the general will fight, when the water comes, the earth will cover it.
Tushanjun was sure that what he had to do was to wait.
Wait for the magic medicine to mature and take away the peaches.
Then forge a magic weapon with the evil spirit accumulated in the forbidden land for countless years.
It is said that after five steps, one will become an immortal. Tu Shanjun slightly closed his eyes.
He was only one step away from the fourth step.
Daojun, can you have the Taoism to compete with the great supernatural powers?