Tu Shanjun pressed his big hand on the devil's head.
About to use the Soul Searching Technique.
The demonic flames burned along his arm and instantly enveloped Tushanjun completely. However, Tushanjun stood in the demonic flames with an indifferent expression, looking down at the demon kneeling on the ground who was about to struggle.
The demon looked up and saw the red-haired old demon with black eyes and scarlet pupils.
Its body trembled slightly.
Such coercion is not what it first thought.
The demon had known that Tushanjun was powerful before, but he had never thought that he would be so strong. Even after swallowing so much demonic energy and ghosts, it was no match for the person in front of him. It felt trembling under such gaze.
The blue-grey ghost hand was obviously very light, but it was like a mountain pressing down on it, making it a luxury to even raise its head.
The five fingers are more like iron hoops, tighter than the treasure on its neck.
The devil even saw what would happen in the next breath. Like other golden elixir masters, its head would be rolled into a meat pie, red and white bursting with pearls and jade flying everywhere, and then it would be thrown into the soul flag.
Until the indifferent voice came from the tall figure, the devil suddenly woke up: "Do you think you are growing up quickly? That's all what I gave you. If I can give it to you, I can get it back."
"Search for souls!"
Divine consciousness is like a steel needle piercing the sea of consciousness.
It's more like a big hand balling up its brains into a ball and searching for something inside. This is not a suffering that a human should bear. You're right, it's not a human at all.
But as long as there are sane creatures, they hate this kind of magic.
Even a demon like it that absorbs evil energy cannot bear the pain of soul searching.
"found it."
What sounded in my ears was the voice of the old devil.
On the contrary, this made the already struggling demon sober up a little, and he instinctively used his Yin spirit to resist the invasion of the sea of consciousness. It was better not to resist, but this resistance almost made his eyeballs pop out of his sockets.
"Well……"
Tu Shanjun didn't care how the demon felt. He finally found the memory of the golden elixir master in the demon's sea of consciousness.
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The Ling Sect is a relatively mysterious top sect in the Xiaohuang Realm. It is said to belong to the demonic path, but the Taoist practices it actually practices are not demonic arts. Such techniques will not have a deep impact on the practitioners.
It was a remote place.
Can't see detailed things clearly.
All I know is that the sky is light green and the earth is like a clear lake.
He ran freely across the land.
His name is Song Mingyun, and he is a very promising child in his family. Not only does he have good spiritual roots, but he also ranks among the best in the sect's assessment. I heard that this time there is a patriarch in charge, who will personally select his disciples to cultivate the inheritance.
As an outstanding disciple at the forefront, he naturally became the disciple of Master Jin Dan.
From then on, he went smoothly in the sect, but he rarely went home. In the past, he went back only once every two or three years, and then only once every ten or eight years, and even once every twenty or thirty years.
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Since he became an immortal master, his family's fortunes have improved. Until his parents passed away, he never went back again, nor did he interfere with family affairs, concentrating on practicing and pursuing the road to immortality.
Later, he reached the perfection of Qi training and was about to face the disaster of foundation building.
Although the cultivation world has not incorporated the Foundation Building Tribulation into the system, the teachers and seniors will inform them about this in advance so that they do not need to be nervous. This is just an ordinary training and is not worth mentioning compared with the Golden Core Tribulation.
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Having said that, many brothers and sisters from the same sect died. I don’t know whether it was luck or his solid cultivation, but he succeeded in building the foundation.
At that time he was thirty-four years old and quite well-behaved.
Tushanjun continued to perform the spell with a calm expression.
What he saw when he used the Soul Searching Technique was like a moving comic strip, but the picture was from a limited perspective. He was very patient and did not rush past these trivial matters.
At the age of fifty-five, Song Mingyun clearly felt that his practice began to slow down, as if he was slowly accumulating, and this accumulation may last for a hundred years, or two hundred years.
He couldn't wait two hundred years.
Just like many Qi practitioners will choose to reach the realm before the age of sixty. After the age of sixty, Qi and blood will drop off a cliff, and the control of the body will not be as precise as at the beginning.
The same is true for foundation-building monks.
Later, he discovered that many of the fellow apprentices around him seemed not to be hindered by their cultivation. The answers he got were the silence and wordless sighs of the fellow apprentices, as if they didn't want him to know anything.
Unfortunately, he knew that he was looking for a way to quickly develop his strength from his master.
He still remembered that day, when his master turned his back to him and said with a heavy heart: "We old guys borrowed other people's shells to survive. In fact, sometimes I have long wondered whether we should continue to do that.
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"Because you don't have to bear the unnecessary inheritance and the so-called sect responsibility at all. That sect was destroyed thousands of years ago. Just like being a master, you know about the sect from the master."
"But Mingyun, do you really want to practice more profound Taoism and pursue the path to immortality? Once you memorize such inheritance, there is no room for retreat."
When the master turned around, Song Mingyun felt that the master who usually looked like a good old man showed the powerful demeanor of a master. That look should be the kind of practitioner he yearned for, and that kind of strength was also what he longed for.
Not surprisingly, he agreed, and then a piece of history became dusty.
"The art of reviving spirits and demons."
"You say I'm raising demons in captivity, aren't you also practicing demonic skills?"
Tushanjun murmured with a calm expression.
The main purpose of this technique is to imitate the way demons absorb demonic energy to increase their strength, so that they can also use it to quickly increase their strength. However, the deeper they practice, the greater their need for vitality.
Until finally, the ordinary animals and plants could no longer bear it, and the recipient needed to be elevated.
Tu Shanjun has no doubt that the great monks who have cultivated using this technique will not stop in time, because their desires will only continue to expand as their cultivation becomes stronger.
The person who created this skill is indeed a genius. Since it is vitality and a kind of qi, this kind of qi should be used. After all, monks were also collectively referred to as qi practitioners in the past.
The history of the Lingmo Sect was not explained much, and Song Mingyun's master talked more about how to restore the sect. It was said that the sect's treasures were buried underground in Yangcheng, and they could be easily restored as long as they were dug out.
The original sect.
When he received the inheritance from the Ling Mo Sect, he was also placed under a Soul Restriction and could not reveal anything about the Ling Mo Sect to anyone.
The senior officials who have infiltrated Lingmen will allocate resources to him to increase his strength.
However, all this is not for free, he needs to contribute to the restoration of the sect.
This is obviously an excellent deal. Regardless of whether he can return to the sect or not, he can get the benefits early and improve his own cultivation.
The revival of the Ling Mo Sect is not just empty talk, they have already infiltrated the Ling Sect into an empty shell.
But they made a mistake.
It turns out that the members of the Ling Mo Sect still maintain their inheritance, and the more famous one is the faceless ghost Tu Shanjun met. Although the disciples of the Ling Sect have some inheritance, there is a gap.
This kind of organization with natural cracks cannot continue to grow. Either one party will annex the other, or it will completely separate.
In one hundred and twenty years, Song Mingyun reached the peak of foundation building.
The sect searched for elixir-forming spiritual objects for him to cope with the upcoming golden elixir tribulation.
Backed by Nuo Da's sect, as long as there is no major problem in his own state of mind, most of the general golden elixir tribulations will be eliminated by the sect, and the remaining ones cannot have an impact on him.
After cultivating the Golden Pill, he knew more things, including the follow-up Taoist inheritance of the Nasheng Technique, the Lingmo Sect's arrangements for the Dahei Mountain, dispatching out to the designated location to find the real Jindan, and secretly helping the Blood Evil Sect to grow...
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There are too many things that are difficult to describe in detail, they are all part of Song Mingyun’s experience.
"That's it." Tu Shanjun suddenly understood the past of Daheishan. If the spies hadn't destroyed the foundation of the formation, even the feather fan treasure would not have been able to break through the formation in a short time.
Song Mingyun didn't know much, but he could roughly deduce a lot of things based on this information. Since Daheishan's plan was all about preparing to open the treasure house underground in Yangcheng, this thing was the key.
Tu Shanjun opened his palm, and the seal enlightened by the old monster Jing emerged.
Jinghong was obviously part of the plan. However, it is not known whether the Lingmo Sect gave up on this path or whether the Wanfa Sect protected its apprentices very well, but they never succeeded.
This also made Tu Shanjun very satisfied with his arrangements back then. He didn't choose the more powerful Wanfa Sect until the situation in Yangcheng meant that if he allowed Jinghong to seek refuge in Yangcheng, he would be wiped out in one fell swoop.
Ding Xie had talked to him about this matter back then. He knew that with Jinghong's talent and the training of Wanfa Sect, he would soon be able to leave the Xiaohuang Territory and go to the Sect outside the territory.
Tu Shanjun let out a sigh of relief.
He had a lot of entanglements with the Spiritual Demon Sect in the first half of his life, but he didn't expect that their goal was just to restore the sect, and that the resurgence plan might affect the entire Little Wilderness Territory.
If Tu Shanjun hadn't advanced to the True Lord Nascent Soul and gained some confidence in alchemy, once Master Yueyan's lifespan ran out, there would have been a war between good and evil sweeping the entire Little Wilderness Territory.
Tushanjun laughed a few times.
He doesn't care about other people's opinions, and he doesn't think it's a merit, he just thinks it's really helpless.
Because he blocks other people's way.
That's why so many things happen.
It turns out that when I received the inheritance from the Lingmo Sect, I was destined to have a fight with the people of the Lingmo Sect.
"If we hadn't received part of the inheritance from the Spiritual Demon Sect, we probably wouldn't have been entangled in this cause and effect."
"But the price is too high."
He clenched his palms fiercely, and the black mark disappeared immediately, and his originally calm face became a bit unspeakably ferocious. The Lingmo Sect's restoration plan had directly and indirectly killed many people he cared about.
Frowning his brows, Tu Shanjun let out a sigh. He saw an extremely interesting thing in Song Mingyun's memory. The black seal seemed to be more than just the key to unlocking the underground treasures of the Spirit Demon Sect.
This chapter has been completed!