Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Mysterious Yin and Cold Flames, the Great Perfection of the Primordial Spirit of the Law
"Fifth generation! The soul can be gathered and dispersed. Even if it is strangled by flying swords and bombarded by magic weapons, it only consumes some vitality. Unlike the physical body, once it is killed, there is no possibility of resurrection. Moreover, the soul is affected by gravity.
The restraint is small, it can fly at will, and it can also transform into a flying sword with a big hand to catch the enemy. With so many benefits, why don't we specialize in cultivating the soul, but have to work hard to cultivate the physical body and reincarnate as a celestial demon?
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In the ice and snow, in the chilling wind, there are two masters and apprentices sitting. The apprentice is only twelve or thirteen years old, but he looks extremely mature. The master is not that big in appearance. He is a handsome nineteen-year-old boy. Naturally, these two are entrenched on Mount Everest.
The Supreme Demon King Wang Zhong and the sixth-generation descendant Wang Xiuchu he had just found in Jinling.
"Although Yuan Shen is the foundation for people's cultivation, the physical body is the magic weapon for transcending the world, which is extremely important. To strengthen the Yuan Shen and travel in the void and universe, it all depends on the kung fu of refining Qi, gathering soul and soul."
"Also, the essence and blood of the flesh can greatly enhance spells. The attack spells of our lineage are basically inherited from the ancient fire-refining lineage. Although the power is great, it is also extremely difficult to practice. With low magic power,
When the Yuanshen first forms, most of the time he has to rely on his physical body to defend himself against enemies. Just take care of it."
Wang Zhong made a fist with his five fingers and formed a Yin Jue. He saw wisps of dark red fire wrapped around his fist. As soon as he finished speaking, he spread his fingers towards the large ice field in front of him and raised his five fingers. Immediately there were five thin and long lines of fire.
It flew out from the fingertips, shot thousands of feet away in the blink of an eye, and landed on the ground with a loud thunderclap, and then the line of fire turned into hundreds of fist-sized fireballs rolling randomly on the ice.
The thousand-year-old black ice on the ground, which was harder than steel, immediately melted when it encountered the fireball, and began to boil in the blink of an eye. When the fireball was extinguished, five ponds with a radius of one acre appeared on the ground, and the water in them was steaming, like a
Hot spring near fire.
"This is just the Five Fire Earth Fiend Sword Qi. It is not a superior spell among the Seven Killing Fire Techniques. However, the Yuanshen Great Envoy will be comparable to the secret Lei Gang of some major sects in Middle-earth. If you can't do it in the battle of arts,
To destroy the enemy's magic weapon, you can also use your own blood to activate it, and the power will be increased tenfold."
As Wang Zhong spoke, he pointed with one hand, and another ray of fire shot out from his fingertips. This time he only used a ray of Earthly Fiery Sword Gang Qi, but when the fire was about to emit, he suddenly let out a light drink, opened his mouth and let out a ray of blood.
Spray on the firelight.
Tsk! When the essence and blood met the fire, it was like adding fuel to the fire. The fire, which was originally as thin as a hair, turned out to be thicker than an arm. Dark red crystals roared and shot out, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, and fell into the distance.
Thousands of fireballs flew out of thin air, with the sound of thunderbolts. One hundred meters high, the hard weathered rock with a radius of several miles was blown away in half, flew dozens of miles away, and fell to the ground with an earth-shattering roar before turning into ashes.
The hot magma flows slowly.
The same spell is used, but its power is completely different.
"So it's like this. It's like adding fuel to the fire. It has to be stimulated by the essence and blood. The power of the magic is indeed more than ten times greater." Wang Xiuchu blinked his eyes, pursed his lips, thought for a while in sudden realization, and suddenly frowned:
"The power is great, but I'm afraid it will only cause a lot of damage to yourself, right?"
Wang Zhong nodded and said with a faint smile: "Yes, using essence and blood to activate spells often requires months or even years of hard work to make up for it. Therefore, generally, Qi Refiners are not willing to do this unless they have to win or lose.
It is a method to injure the enemy by one thousand, but it will cost you eight hundred. But if you are a treasure of heaven and earth, elixirs and elixirs are a different matter. They greatly replenish your vitality. Even if you consume it occasionally, you can take one pill and practice for a few hours.
When I came back, like that time I broke through the great formation in the Peacock Demon Palace in West Kunlun and tried to destroy a soul. In normal times, it would take at least twenty years of hard training, but with the Hunyuan Golden Pill, it took two years.
I started practicing again."
"Elixirs are so useful? Wudai, how many Hunyuan Golden Pills do you still have? Give me a few more pills. If you have nothing to do, just smash a few pills and chew them. It's just the right time to fight with others."
Wang Xiuchu thought for a while, then suddenly changed his face and stretched out his hand with a playful smile.
"Do you think you are a lump of earth? You can have as much as you want? Even Qin Shihuang only made three furnaces. I only got half fifty-four pills in one furnace. I have already used more than twenty pills. There will be countless troubles and disasters in the future. How can I still get it?"
It's not enough, so you use it as food?" Wang Zhong blew it in a displeased manner. Wang Xiuchu yelled and was blown into a rolling gourd. He did dozens of somersaults and almost fell off a hundred-foot cliff. When he climbed up, he was stunned.
My whole body ached, but I wasn't afraid at all. I just laughed twice.
"In the Five Dynasties, when I was working as a clerk in the escort agency in Yangzhou, I transported cinnabar to the Laoshan sect. There were dozens of large and small Taoist temples. There were hundreds of boys collecting medicine and drawing talismans. There were hundreds of people in the alchemy furnace alone. We
The Seven Kill Demon Palace is high, but there are few people. Except for the two of us, there is the old crocodile who only sleeps all day, and a few people imprisoned at the foot of the mountain. You have to do it yourself to collect medicine and make elixirs, so it is not a waste.
Have you lost the ability to practice? How about you just raise the banner, learn from the four generations and three generations, gather the heretics from all over the world, and let them do the work for us. Practice more miraculous elixirs, and eat every day, and you are afraid that you will not be able to conquer the world.
Invincible?"
Although he is a master, Wang Xiuchu is called Wudai Wudai. This is not because there are no rules, but because Wang Zhong hates those master-disciple etiquettes the most. He has long been told to call him casually. Wang Xiuchu was originally very respectful, but he became more and more respectful every time.
He was punished by King Zhong of Yue, and after dozens of times he learned to behave.
"Can you be invincible by taking medicine? Cultivation depends entirely on accumulating and honing your temperament over time. Pills are just an auxiliary. If you want to enter the Mahayana realm, how can you rely solely on external forces? But what you said is not unreasonable.
I haven't survived three heavenly tribulations, so it would be too hasty to summon all the demons, and the Demon Palace really needs a few handymen. So, you go down the mountain and release the two girls and the stupid dragon that I suppressed."
Wang Zhong laughed and cursed, and then thought about it, he was busy practicing all day long, and he really had nothing to do to take care of the Seven Kills Demon Palace. He had to do things like collect medicines, plant trees and herbs, lay out the mountains, clean up the ice, and prepare fruits for eating.
It would be too cumbersome to do it yourself.
Cultivation of the physical body requires a lot of nourishment. Although pills can be used, taking medicine every day is too boring, so exquisite food is still needed. However, this place is inaccessible, and you have to go to Chengdu, thousands of miles away, to buy it.
Although it doesn't take much effort to come and go, it is still troublesome.
In the endless ice peaks and snowfields of the Himalayas, strong winds roar from all sides, mixed with broken ice and flying snow. They are no less sharp than swords. It is well known that the environment of the Himalayas is harsh, even for those who have magical powers.
It is difficult to live there for a long time, let alone establish a sect, but this is the main source of China's three major dragon veins. All kinds of aura are unimaginably rich. Thousands of hills and valleys, ice peaks and canyons, and mountains and grasslands contain hidden treasures in snowy mountains and lakes.
The various kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures are countless.
Since the orogeny of the evolution of heaven and earth hundreds of millions of years ago, this dragon vein has been formed. I don’t know how many people with great supernatural powers have practiced in this vast and boundless mountain range, leaving countless secret cave ruins. Not only human practitioners, but also before humans
, and countless alien creatures.
For hundreds of millions of years, no one knows how many creatures have occupied it.
Even now, there are many practitioners. When Wang Zhong went through the second heavenly tribulation and established the cave, he found many tyrannical auras vaguely peeking at him. He was obviously a powerful practitioner.
Mount Everest is the highest place on earth. Building a palace and practicing cultivation on the peak is a very overbearing thing. It is easy to be dissatisfied.
But these days, no one is looking for trouble. On the one hand, Wang Zhong himself is too fierce and domineering, and on the other hand, the reputation of the old demon from Black Mountain is too loud. This allows Wang Zhong to successfully occupy this highest peak. Otherwise, it would be a different situation.
Anyone, no matter how great a master, who wants to blatantly occupy the highest peak will cause endless trouble.
Just imagine, we are practicing in the same mountain range, but you happen to be the highest, and you are clearly saying to others: "I am the best in the world, and I am crushing you all." Who wouldn't have a grudge in their heart?
"You two girls, my teacher felt sorry for the lack of a deacon in the palace, so he specially asked me to come here to release your forbidden laws and ask you to go up and take care of it. Or are you free, not a thousand times better than being forced to suffer here now?"
"You little brat, you didn't even bother to do anything, so you came here to instigate this girl. Go back and tell the old demon that you can imprison this girl, but ask me to do odd jobs for him. That's a no-brainer!"
In the Wen Valley at the foot of the mountain, Shangguan Ziyan was still chained, while Huang Lier was pressed under the mountain and unable to move. Ying Fang was even more miserable. She had been beaten to her original shape. The girl was hundreds of meters long and as thick as a bucket.
, the dragon body covered with golden scales drooped and stuffed its head into the creek, with a dark demon flag hanging above its head. On the flag was a huge naked devil holding three steel forks and roaring ferociously with its mouth full of fangs, as if it was about to start from
The demon came out of the banner. As long as Ying Fang moved slightly, the devil would let out a strange laugh, and the black clouds on the banner would roll out and turn into six thick and large ropes to tie him up like a rice dumpling.
This demon flag was made by Wang Zhong using his magic power to gather the vicious souls buried in the glaciers within a radius of three hundred miles and mixing them with black evil energy. The demon god on the banner was a demon who had practiced magic for hundreds of years. He was struck by a natural disaster.
The cosmic magnetic storm blasted him into an idiot and turned into a demon. He was taken in by Wang Zhong and could send out the Six Yin Trap Dragon Rope. Even though Ying Fang was the dragon god who roamed the South China Sea, he was still controlled obediently and was more obedient than a puppy.
Wang Xiuchu smiled calmly and said to Shangguan Ziyan: "You are not much older than me. You are so stubborn, ignorant of current affairs, and asking for trouble. I killed my father when I was thirteen and killed thirty-two people in my family. You are not a kind person.
, it seems that your master, Queen Mother Peacock, is still a famous master, and she has not been chased away from the aura and thrown into reincarnation. You are left as an apprentice, so what's the use of being stubborn?"
"Master has been killed!" Upon hearing this, Shangguan Ziyan turned pale and was speechless.
"Sister, you don't have to suffer this immediate disadvantage. It's just serving the demon king. It's not a big deal. We just agree." Huang Li'er said calmly.
"elder sister!"
"You are right to listen to me. Although the old demon is fierce, he has always been upright and will never have any intentions against us. Let's put this damn ban first. Don't you want to be suppressed here for the rest of your life?"
"Princess Dragon, just do it." Wang Xiuchu squinted his eyes and followed the magic formula taught by Wang Zhong to unlock the forbidden skills of the two women and Ying Fang. Ying Fang was free at this time. He dared to resist and took out a
After swallowing the Transformation Pill, in the blink of an eye his scales shrank inward and he transformed into a young man, with a trembling appearance, like an old Dong Dong, with his eyes rolling around.
"The old Black Mountain demon is very powerful. I'd better be honest, otherwise it will be too late to regret the cramps and skin removal." Wang Zhong had previously released a pot of dragon's blood in order to summon his soul.
"Trash!" Huang Li'er despised her when she saw the useless look of this authentic dragon cousin.
"Let's go to the Demon Palace to meet the Fifth Generation." Wang Xiuchu didn't say much, silently transported his soul, got up and flew towards the top of the mountain. Huang Li'er pulled Shangguan Ziyan and followed behind without saying a word.
"what happened?"
Just as he was flying halfway up the mountain, a loud roar suddenly came from the top of the mountain, "There is an enemy coming. The Su Palace will preside over the formation. I will personally meet the enemy."
"What kind of enemy dares to come here to cause trouble?"
Wang Xiuchu has been learning Taoism for three months. With the help of Wang Zhong, he used a Golden Pill of Hunyuan to help him improve his cultivation. Now he is also successful in spiritual cultivation, but his physical body lacks the firepower for the cultivation of magic and demon reincarnation. Some of the training
Wang Zhong, an experienced acquaintance, also explained everything clearly. Therefore, he knew how powerful his lineage was. Now that someone was actually attacking him, he couldn't help but be surprised.
The ground rumbled, as if it was about to burst at any moment, and then like a broken water bag riddled with holes, countless thick water columns rushed from the ground to the sky like giant pillars.
The sky seemed to be covered by a huge transparent pot lid. The water was crystal clear, with fish and dragons growing out of it, swaying layer by layer. It was unknown how thick it was, as if someone had lifted the entire ocean up into the sky and covered it up.
In the blink of an eye, this mountainous area has been submerged by the torrent of water. Only the white heads of the protruding snow peaks are exposed, like icebergs in the seas of the North and South Poles.
"The water god came to the world and surged thousands of miles. It's the demon god Wu Zhiqi, senior. Senior, come and save me." Ying Fang was overjoyed when he saw it and recognized the unique spell of the ancient Northern Water God King.
"This dead monkey is still here!" Wang Zhong, who was practicing the Wind God Flag in the middle of the magic palace altar, was naturally the first to sense something was wrong.
He had cultivated the Three Corpses Soul, and his spiritual sense was so strong that not a single plant or tree within a radius of five hundred miles could escape his telepathy. He suddenly felt that the huge water essence around him was heading towards Mount Everest at an incredible speed.
They gathered together. Immediately they knew something was fishy, and immediately called their disciples back to the palace to preside over the formation. With a thought, they had already left the Demonic Palace.
I saw that there was already a vast ocean outside, and the Mount Everest that I occupied seemed like an isolated island that was about to be submerged at any time.