Chapter two hundred and thirty fifth blessing and misfortune
This is the first time Shen Fengshu has used the energy cannon after he came to this world and repaired it. Now it seems that the effect is pretty good.
A human bear who was at least a golden elixir level and possibly even higher was blown to pieces by a cannon. Even if there was black smoke, it would be useless to recover at any time. The effect was quite outstanding, and Shen Fengshu was very satisfied.
The black smoke ball hit the Chengxin paper and disappeared. Of course, Shen Fengshu opened the Chengxin Little World and put all the black smoke balls in. There were no living things in the Chengxin Little World. All the scenery and so on were painted by Shen Fengshu. , it’s just a physical shadow, not a real thing. Even if the black smoke group wants to pollute, I’m afraid there’s nothing for it to pollute. If it really can pollute the air,
time, then this thing has already polluted the whole world.
"Are you okay?" Shen Fengshu made sure that there was no trace of black smoke around, and then asked everyone with concern.
Just now, everyone's weapons and magic weapons were stained by black smoke. Shen Fengshu didn't know if there would be a problem. Now, looking at the Five Elements Shadow Sword, the long stick and the soft rope, they all have some black smoke, which is very obvious.
"It's slightly damaged, I'll try it first!" Ding Jian, who had the highest level of cultivation, said without hesitation.
After saying that, without waiting for anyone to agree, he sat cross-legged and wrapped the Five Elements Shadow Sword with his spiritual consciousness. He held one in his hand, absorbed the spiritual energy, and began to repair it. As soon as the spiritual energy touched the black parts, suddenly those black areas seemed like It immediately came to life and turned into a small puff of black smoke, frantically trying to get into Ding Jian's body. In the blink of an eye, the black smoke followed the spiritual energy and got close to Ding Jian's skin.
skin.
But that's all. Ding Jian's subsequent spiritual consciousness and spiritual energy completely wrapped up the black smoke. Then, under the gaze of everyone, the black smoke was refined bit by bit. Half an hour later, the black smoke Finally disappeared completely.
Ding Jian's face showed a feeling of great enjoyment, and he even let out a comfortable moan regardless of the image: "Ha! It's so comfortable!"
What's going on? Everyone stared at Ding Jian nervously, fearing that he was contaminated by the black smoke. "I'm fine!" Ding Jian stood up and said with a smile: "After refining this thing, it is a very pure Condensing spiritual energy is worth at least a month of breathing. It seems to be good for the magic weapon, as if it has been refined. Well, spiritual consciousness cultivation
There is also a slight improvement.”
Everyone's eyes turned to the flying sword that Ding Jian had just handled. Sure enough, just as Ding Jian said, that sword seemed to be slightly better than the other four. Is there such a good thing?
"The premise is that the amount of black smoke is not large and can be refined by us, otherwise the black smoke will refine us." Ding Jian explained, then turned to ask Shen Fengshu: "There is nothing abnormal about the wish paper, right?"
"No!" Shen Fengshu nodded with certainty, and showed the wishing paper for everyone to see. Not only that, Shen Fengshu also observed the inside of the wishing world through his spiritual consciousness. The huge black smoke was moving around crazily. They bumped into each other randomly, but because the satisfying world controlled by Shen Fengshu was empty, nothing could be hit. Suddenly it was better
As if aware of Shen Fengshu's spiritual consciousness, he rushed in this direction crazily.
Before the black smoke touched his consciousness, Shen Fengshu withdrew his consciousness in time. It was enough to know that everything was fine in the world.
Now that Ding Jian said this, Xiaoman and Yichen also began to deal with their weapons in their own way. Ding Jian was not idle either. He still had four flying swords to deal with, and they could only be dealt with by Shen Feng Shu Gang. Everyone protects the law.
This time, it took everyone a full hour just to deal with their weapons.
"It is indeed a little different." Xiaoman stood up gracefully and said to Shen Fengshu with a smile: "It's a good thing to hone your cultivation and magic weapons. Your spiritual power is very pure."
Little monk Yichen didn't say much, he just said another Daming Mantra directed at Shen Fengshu. Now the target of the young monk's Daming Mantra is actually not Shen Fengshu himself, but the Yichen Bead on Shen Fengshu's wrist. Everyone When we were together, the young monk always used to bless Shen Fengshu with a Ming Dynasty mantra every twenty minutes or so.
Over the past few days, the number of times he has given blessings has caught up with the number of blessings given by so many eminent Buddhist monks, and now that bead is well deserved to be called the Yichen Bead.
"So good?" Shen Fengshu couldn't help laughing when he saw everyone's performance was unanimous: "That's easy to handle! That big cloud of black smoke is here. We put the magic weapon in there every day to soak it in the black smoke. Isn’t this a good thing to use to stimulate spiritual practice?”
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed heartily. That's right! All the black smoke was trapped by Shen Fengshu, so wouldn't there be some that can be used for practice every day?
This black smoke is also strange. When the amount is large, it can corrode the body, spirit and even magic weapons of living creatures. But when the amount is small, it is a great tonic for spiritual practice. The magic of creation is so elusive that several people can't help but sigh. "It's easy to understand! Quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, just like our daily practice may not seem to make much progress, but over time, there will always be a breakthrough." Shen Fengshu said with a smile: "As for promoting practice, this is a typical example. The blessings come and the misfortunes lie there, the misfortunes come
On the basis of blessing, the yang pole generates yin, and the yin pole generates yang. It is not surprising that the contradictions are unified."
Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. The principle sounds very simple, but no one has summarized it so incisively before. Fortune and misfortune are interdependent, and yin and yang are mutually reinforcing. Their respective sects also have similar teachings. The three friends nodded frequently after listening.
As for why Shen Fengshu can always say some insightful words, everyone is already accustomed to this. It is a common thing and is no longer unusual. No one cares about it.
"What about you, Brother Shen?" Everyone has benefits, but Shen Fengshu doesn't seem to have any benefits at all. Xiaoman immediately feels that there is some imbalance. Others can't do it, and Brother Shen can't, so that's not okay.
"Everything is in my magic weapon." Shen Fengshu smiled and said to Xiaoman: "No one will be missing me if I am missing it! Every time I try to let the thing touch the edge of the paper a little bit. "
Now Xiaoman was immediately satisfied, smiled happily, and said nothing more. It was a happy decision that was good for everyone.
Experience! Relying on those black smokes to practice and refine magic weapons every day, isn’t this just experience?
With the amount of black smoke, it can stimulate a bear demon into a golden elixir or even stronger crazy power. Even if it is divided among four people, it is definitely enough for everyone to practice for one or two years. As expected, Shen Fengshu is very lucky, not at all Exaggeration. Everyone was safe and sound, but when they looked around, they found that with the peak of the initial impact as the center of the circle, the surrounding area of ten miles suddenly became bare, with only various rocks and mud rivers left. A living thing
Nothing is left, and it is extremely desolate. Fortunately, this place is desolate, with only some animals and plants, and no traces of human activities, so the loss is not too great.
Everyone looked at each other, and then all looked at Shen Fengshu. What should we do next?
"Let's go!" Shen Fengshu turned his head and pointed in another direction: "Change the direction."
"Let's go!" Everyone had no objection to Shen Fengshu's directions and walked that way without saying a word. Xiaoman did not forget to release a paper crane to notify Xiaobai, Xiaoqing, Hu Lengshuang and others who were following a hundred miles away. Man. This time Shen Fengshu's direction was not randomly chosen. Encountering this black smoke was indeed the result of random directions, but it also proved once again that the theory of luck is not nonsense. That's the case. , then of course Shen Fengshu must take the initiative to choose
The Wanli River and Mountain in the Sea of Consciousness, according to the theory of three points to determine a plane, with the capital city and the Moyue City, there is still a point to set the tripod. Shen Fengshu naturally chose a point within the Wanli River and Mountain that is far away from the Moyue City. Yuecheng and Beijing connection
In the farthest direction, find a suitable city there to complete the drawing. It is impossible to say that there will be greater changes in the sea.
Shen Fengshu and others suddenly changed directions. Xiaobai Xiaoqing received the message from Zhihe and immediately turned around without saying a word. But Hu Lengshuang was a little confused, how could he change directions properly? The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. Hu Lengshuang and his entourage Xiaomei said hello and asked them to change the route with Xiaobai Xiaoqing first, but she chased in the direction that Shen Fengshu and others had taken. She wanted to see what happened, so she let
Everyone changed their route. After traveling for hundreds of miles, Hu Lengshuang didn't see anything wrong. Everything seemed natural. If anything was wrong, a bare stone mountain in Dashang seemed very abrupt, but it just looked strange. That's all, but not
Is there anything unusual? The spiritual energy over there is a little thin, so it's normal for animals and plants not to grow. It should be here. There are a lot of gravels, as if they were smashed. Thinking of the big stick in the hands of the little monk Yichen, and then Look at the traces around, yes, they were made by Yichen. Except for the traces of Yichen’s stick,
There is nothing else, indicating that Yichen has been active here. It is just a scene of smashing and venting, and there are no traces of battle at all. If there is a battle, there must be enemies. No matter what, the enemies will always leave some clues, even if there are blood stains on the fur and the like, there will be some traces. , here is nice, clean, what?
There is nothing, so it can’t be the enemy. Maybe it’s because everyone saw the bare mountain and laughed at the little monk’s bare head, which made the little monk feel dissatisfied, so he vented his anger. Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, I know that the master is safe and sound. Just fine, I don’t care about anything else. Nian
It is normal for a young man to suddenly lose control and vent.
This trip will take another five or six days.
Somewhere in Shangjiuzhou, after discovering that the sky curtain formation was damaged, masters rushed to hunt him down. Within three days, five heavenly demons were beheaded in Zhongjiuzhou.
"I haven't heard any news about the loss of life in the past few days. It seems that only five heavenly demons escaped and all of them have been killed." An old Taoist priest with an immortal style let out a sigh of relief and was completely relieved.
This number is the same as the previous inference. Fortunately, it was discovered early and the pursuit was timely, which almost caused a catastrophe. The canopy formation needs to be completely inspected to prevent similar things from happening again.
On the border between Dayan and Dashang, there is a bare stone mountain, surrounded by a bare land. The wind comes and goes, without any abnormality. The terrifying black smoke is as if it has never appeared. Two or three thousand years away, Chen Shen Feng Shu was concentrating on painting, while Ding Jian, Xiaoman and Yichen were carefully refining the black energy on their weapons. Everyone was working hard, making it look very natural.
