The Gumo Kingdom has a population of 20,000, which is not as many as the soldiers of Qiuci.
The yellow sand rolled on the vast Gobi Desert, and thousands of elite soldiers headed to the Gumo Kingdom.
Song Lin and An Qi were riding horses and were in the middle army.
"How did you live so long?"
Song Lin expressed his doubts.
Anqi doesn't seem to be very strong, and he is only at the level of a master of Qi refining. He can live up to two hundred years in the Qi refining period, but this is already seven or eight hundred years.
"I have understood the true meaning of Guangchengzi Qigong. I only practice one breath in my chest to refine my body with Qi and nourish my spirit with Qi. I have also traveled for many years and eaten a lot of exotic treasures, so I can survive today."
An Qi took out a copy of the exercise method from his arms. This is the secret method of Guangchengzi Beidou Red Dragon Qigong. There are many annotations on it.
It tells how to increase Qi in Tanzhong, as well as the wonderful uses of various kinds of Qi, how to use Qi to break it, etc.
"Yes, if you want to go further in the future, you can combine Qi with God, absorb the essence of heaven and earth everywhere, and even draw the power of the stars."
The path of a Qi practitioner relies too much on the environment, so this path was only popular for a period of time in the pre-Qin Dynasty where resources were abundant, and was later gradually replaced by other wonderful methods.
Those cultivation methods are more resource-saving, more sophisticated, can play a very important role with one effort, and can be used both internally and externally. That is why the pre-Qin qi-refining methods were eliminated. Pay attention to elimination, not loss.
If the more ancient the way of cultivation is, the better, then what is the need for future generations to study it? They can just incarnate as Captain Mo Jin and dig up the graves of the ancients.
Gumo Country is a small city.
Most people in this place regard the city as their country.
"Who is coming? This is Gumo. The rest of the people are waiting to leave quickly."
The guard on the city wall bravely said.
"kill!"
Soon, the army came to the city gate. Without saying a word, the mortal soldiers and the rampant soldiers led by Erlang Shen and the Seven Monsters attacked the city.
Under the eagle of the grass-headed god, the evil spirit of the water snake soldiers, and the rampant soldiers killed from the sky, the mortal city is as brittle as a piece of white paper.
boom!
After the city gate was breached, Kucha's army rushed into the city and soon subdued the generals and the king who came to supervise the battle.
"Where are the Buddha statues you collected?" Bai Zheluo asked.
King Gumo is an old man with a goatee.
Just as the old man was about to say something, his face suddenly turned red. He covered his neck and his body grew several times.
"spread!"
Song Lin frowned, stepped forward, and struck out thunder and lightning with one palm.
boom!
The king's body exploded, and countless black gas spurted out, forming hundreds of pitch-black smoke snakes that flew towards everyone.
Song Lin waved his hand and created a wall of fire to block the small snakes that were wandering around.
Then he dodged to the center of the explosion and grabbed a physical black snake.
The black snake kept twisting and trying to break free but couldn't.
"Sir, spare my life!" the black snake spat, and then revealed the truth. It turned out that he was the King of Haters of Sutra. This man came to the Western Regions and took the opportunity to parasitize in the old king's body.
Song Lin ordered people to find a Buddha statue with severed limbs in the corner of the palace.
The Buddha statue is about half a person tall, and is hollow inside. Through the cuts in the limbs, you can still see the dark human bones inside.
The black snake flew in and the Buddha statue spoke.
"What are your orders, sir? You must know everything and tell me everything."
"Two hundred and ten years ago, you besieged Ying Zheng. Is Ying Zheng dead?" An Qi asked.
Although the hope is slim, I still have a glimmer of hope.
What Ying Zheng practiced was the method of dismembering corpses. Not to mention reincarnation every sixty years, even if he was lucky enough to become an underground master, he would only be able to live forever under Mount Li, and would never be able to escape from it.
Since that place is not there, he is most likely dead.
"Run away, Ying Zheng ran away."
"Still alive? Don't talk nonsense. You have the power of will and can touch things to leave permanent traces. You should be able to sense Ying Zheng's location."
King Sutra had made a great wish to leave his fingerprints on all the clothes.
Buddhism cultivates the power of vows. Because the power of vows is so strong, it is almost impossible to remove the fingerprints left behind.
Because of this, King Gandhara offended King Gandhara. The king found that his concubine's clothes had handprints on her chest, and then he went to find King Gandhara and cut off her limbs.
"I don't know..." Seeing the murderous looks in Song Lin and An Qi's eyes, Suo Tuo Po hated the king for short, and finally told the truth, "There is a huge mountain six thousand miles away from the southeast coast of Qidi. Ying Zheng
The last trace was in that place."
"Okay, we will set off immediately tomorrow and you will lead the way."
Hearing these words, King Hatred became anxious, and a voice came from inside the golden Buddha statue: "Sir, that place is very dangerous."
Back then, he led the Brahma Emperor, Dragon Arhat, to that place. The Arhat came back angrily, flustered, not knowing what had happened, and never mentioned that place again.
"You want to go too, either take us there or die now, you choose one."
Song Lin's tone was very firm.
He found that when King Hen said the location just now, the cause and effect suddenly increased a little.
That is, the clues about Ying Zheng may be the key to cause and effect in this world.
The next day, Song Lin and An Qi were ready to set off.
Bai Zheluo has been waiting for a long time.
He said cautiously: "Will the two immortals come back in the future?"
If the immortal does not come back, what will happen if someone else overthrows his rule?
Song Lin seemed to read Bai Zheluo's inner thoughts and said with a smile: "Practice benevolent policies and don't enjoy it all day long. The people love you from the bottom of their hearts, so how can they overthrow you?"
Wow!
As soon as the words fell, the two of them flew into the sky and disappeared in an instant.
After that, Song Lin really didn't come back, and Bai Zheluo also implemented benevolent government according to Song Lin's instructions. The country was peaceful and the people were safe, and the people loved him. The story of the immortal descending to earth to help the prince win the throne has been passed down for thousands of years.
By the East China Sea.
The two were flying in the air, riding identical red dragons, and An Qi was holding a limbless Buddha statue in his right hand.
The two of them flew thousands of miles according to King Hater's instructions, and it took them three days and three nights.
On the way, Song Lin kept thinking about his goals in this world.
Cause and effect is the first, and the second is naturally what to gain. If the harvest is not good, even if the cause and effect is perfect, it will be meaningless.
In this world, we must first explore the method of refining gods. It is best to bring some materials back.
Refining God is more dangerous than refining Qi. If you are not careful, you will lose your soul. Many people do not dare to practice God throughout their lives, and they live in a dream with the remaining 365 years of life.
This shows how cruel the way of cultivation is.
When they were tired, they found a desert island to recover their energy, and then continued on their way.
It's getting late at night.
The bright moon is like a mirror, and the sky is blue.
The sea waves were calm, and the sky scenery was reflected on the calm water. The two of them were flying in the center, not knowing whether they were in the sky or in the water.
Song Lin was very popular in poetry. He was inspired but couldn't compose it.
Suddenly, a bright light in front attracted their attention.
An island exudes a faint green light.
A green light rose into the sky, flickering like fireflies in the dark night.
The two looked at each other and flew above the island.
When you take a closer look at these green lights, they turn out to be a ball of glowing water vapor.
The water vapor gathers to form clouds that cover the islands.
The luminous water vapor contains the majestic water essence.
As the air flow rises to high altitude, and then turns into ordinary clouds, the essence also disperses in all directions.
"Mica? There is such pure mica!" An Qi was overjoyed.
"Innate cloud energy?"
Song Lin suddenly thought of something. He looked down and saw that the underground island was indeed an island composed of colorful mica.
Mica is a piece of crystal stacked together. Because it looks like mica, it is also considered to be the birthplace of white clouds in the sky.
Qi practitioners attach great importance to mica and believe that if you eat mica, you will ascend like a cloud and become an immortal.
An Qi cared about mica, while Song Lin cared about these clouds.
This is obviously a kind of pure Qi of heaven and earth, and it can also be used to refine the spirit.
"Could it be fifth-grade mica gas?"
Song Lin thought for a moment, then took out Wuji's Heavenly Demon Stomach from his cuff, cut the stomach into a pocket shape, and performed a simple sacrifice, with a thousand cubic meters of space.
The demon's stomach emits suction and absorbs all the clouds in the sky.
Although the level is a bit low, it is better than nothing.
After collecting the treasures, the two continued to move forward.
…
Thousands of miles away, there is an island five thousand miles in diameter.
There is a peach tree on the island, with a crown that extends for more than three thousand miles.