As early as when he first traveled through time and was a slave in Fenyin City, a translucent attribute panel like an illusory light curtain appeared in his mind.
At that time.
Apart from his name, his martial arts and attribute values are all empty.
During that time, in order to obtain attribute values, Baizhu tried to kill chickens, pigs, geese, and dogs. He was just short of killing people. He didn’t add any attribute value, but the favorability of the lady in charge of the spoon was very low.
Jump straight up.
He went to Caishikou and watched the beheading of warriors. He also sneaked into Zhao Xiu's study to touch those ancient antique calligraphy and paintings on the pretext of killing people.
But these are all in vain...
Just when Bai Shu thought that his life would pass by peacefully, the purple mist in the sky suddenly gave him another surprise.
Countless people have been infected by the Purple Mist Demon and have become living corpses that have lost their minds and only know how to thirst for human flesh and blood.
After killing the first zombie.
Bai Shu finally got his first attribute value.
Human demons, black demons...
The two kinds of creations that Miao Yan then tinkered with are the same as living corpses, and they are inseparable from the purple mist.
Human demons are originally an exclusive term for the third realm of middle school, but after the emergence of the "Yi Ding Heart Sutra", they have mushroomed like mushrooms after rain. No matter how hard they are to suppress, they have become the main source of attribute values of Bai Shu... As for black demons,
It is an inexplicable projection summoned from the end of the purple mist by the great Zen Master Miaoyan using strange means.
To this day.
With the cultivation level of the Three Turbidities, Baizhu could more or less guess what Miao Yan would do.
Whether it is the "Yi Ding Heart Sutra" or the Black Demon, they are just means for Miao Yan to find a way forward.
There are nine realms of martial arts, the lower three realms are for refining essence, the middle three realms are for refining Qi, and the upper three realms are for refining spirit.
After the Jedi Heavenly Power, the methods of refining gods in the upper three realms have been lost, and the sixth realm of human immortals is the end of martial arts in the world today.
Inspired by the living corpse born from the purple mist, Miao Yan, who had already reached the end of human immortality and could not see the way forward, found a new path and turned to delve into the unpredictable purple mist.
And this time, he really made some tricks.
Even though I don’t want to admit it, I can’t deny it.
Miaoyan, a lover of martial arts and an alien martial arts version of Orochimaru, did it unintentionally, but his various creations have indeed achieved Baijutsu, allowing him to gain a lot of attribute values.
Look at this.
Miao Yan is a true mole...
"Living corpses, human demons, black demons..."
In the sky, Bai Shu held up his pearl umbrella in silence, silently. The pearl umbrella in his hand slowly rotated with the wind, and thousands of bright clouds fell like silk ribbons, surrounding him like a god repairing the sky.
"These three things are obviously related to Ziwu. I always thought that the attribute values are related to Ziwu..."
Bai Shu smiled bitterly and looked towards the land where Luo Yuanzhen died. There was just a deep pit there, bottomless:
"Why, I have killed many people from the Five Realms, why do they have no attribute values? But human immortals, why can human immortals have them?"
The dead Luo Yuanzhen was not a human demon. In his body, only the pure Yang martial arts energy was not mixed with even a trace of purple mist.
Bai Shu's gaze stopped for a moment, and he was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably.
After the death of this human immortal, the collapse of the Three Hundred Cave Heavens also came to an abrupt end.
Bai Shu held the handle of the jade-like umbrella and released a ray of divine will, shooting electricity into the umbrella surface in an attempt to plant the imprint of the soul.
brush--
It was surprisingly easy.
As if water and milk were merging together, all the imprints of the spirit left by the previous Qingshen temple masters were expelled. The umbrella surface swayed slightly and was marked with the mark of Bai Shu.
Three hundred light groups appeared in front of us in an instant, including Thunder Prison, Yellow Desert, Black Water, Zeguo, Snowfield... In the dark, an invisible force came over them at the moment when the soul was imprinted.
Bai Shu tried to raise his finger, and all three hundred caves jumped for joy in response to his move.
"This is the Hunyuan Umbrella, one of the three great artifacts in this world. I didn't expect that you would be destined to it."
Suddenly there was a whisper from behind, and Bai Shu was startled. He quickly held up the Hunyuan Umbrella and turned around hastily.
A few steps away.
A golden lotus suddenly appeared in the void. Guang Hui, whose clothes were stained with blood, was holding a human head and standing on the lotus. Her voice was calm:
"Once you have refined the Hunyuan Umbrella, you will be blessed by the mighty power of the three hundred small cave heavens at all times. With just one point, it will be difficult for even a human immortal to kill you easily."
Speaking of this, Guang Hui calmly glanced at the pearl umbrella held by Bai Shu, and he recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice to hide the surprise in his eyes.
There are three real weapons in this world - the Hunyuan Umbrella, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, and the Lost Treasure Money.
These three real artifacts all have immeasurable magical powers, can easily open up the Hunyuan, recreate the universe, and contain spirituality within them. All of them have extraordinary backgrounds.
Not to mention the immortal-killing flying knife and the Hunyuan Umbrella, the Luobao Money was once the sect-suppressing weapon of Leiyin Temple. Although when the North and the South separated, the Luobao Money was taken away by the Northern Zen Sect first.
However, the founder of Kongang Temple also described this magical instrument in detail in the classics for the descendants of the Southern Zen Sect.
It took the eleventh generation abbot of Leiyin Temple and eleven human immortals nearly ten thousand years to barely obtain the recognition of Lubao Money. And one of them, a human immortal named Panmo, even gave up his Zen fruit.
Use blood sacrifice to shake the spirit of treasure-laden money.
And Baizhu...
Guang Hui looked at the Hunyuan Umbrella in his hand and suddenly became a little speechless.
How many breaths of time had passed since Luo Yuanzhen died?
Hunyuan Umbrella, did you fall into the arms of someone else so quickly?
"Besides the three great real weapons, the Immortal-killing Flying Knife and the Hunyuan Umbrella, do they actually have treasure money?"
Bai Shu frowned and looked at Guang Hui, who was standing on the golden lotus. When his eyes moved to the head in Guang Hui's hand, his eyes flickered slightly.
It was a very strange head that was difficult to describe.
His face was green, three-quarters like a human, but seven-quarters like a ghost. His head was that of a middle-aged man. On top of his head, there was a green light boiling and boiling. It was only Guang Hui who suppressed it with his hands that prevented it from letting go.
The green light surged and shot out of the sky.
"This is the head of the Shouwu Ye family, Ye Gong."
Seeing that although Bai Shu remained silent, his eyes were vaguely curious, Guang Hui raised the head with the green light boiling and smiled:
"Ye Gong is also at the sixth level of cultivation, and has achieved the human immortality. Although I killed the soul, this person cast a forbidden spell when he was dying. I held his head to kill him.
Suppress the forbidden curse to prevent the evil spirit from breaking out."
Bai Shu nodded and remained silent.
"I have killed most of the immortals who came to my Vajra Temple today. Although some escaped, they could not escape far. The farce is over."
Guanghui said calmly:
"Since you have taken control of the Hunyuan Umbrella, just let the population of these three hundred small caves go out!"
Bai Shu nodded in agreement. He urged the Hunyuan Umbrella and recited silently in his heart.
"open!"
…
"open!"
The three hundred light groups shook, and when they started to move, they stopped suddenly.
It is rare to open three hundred small caves, and it is much more difficult than releasing disasters, winds and fires.
As Baizhu continued to shout, the true energy in his body passed quickly. The three hundred light groups did not move, but the umbrella surface swayed, spraying out streaks of flowing light.
"……open!"
Bai Shu's face was a little confused. He smiled. Just when he was about to think about it again, suddenly, a jade-like hand came out from behind and pinched the handle of the Hunyuan Umbrella.
