On Huangquan Road, Po Meng looked Wu Lang up and down and said, "There is still some incense left."
"Are there any sequelae?" Wu Lang asked.
In this battle, it is still very risky to control that large formation by yourself.
After all, even if it's an exhaustive strategy, to kill the emperor, you still have to pay something.
Po Meng drank a bowl of soup and turned around and said: "Incense is poisonous. If you practice the incense luck system, if your level is too low and you cannot bear the excessive concentration of people's consciousness, there will be big problems."
In the past, those who became emperor were at least in the combined stage, so they could naturally withstand it.
But in the Nascent Soul stage, you can no longer withstand the side effects of the torrent of incense. The vast consciousness gathered by all living beings will make people become something other than themselves.
"There is a lot of residual poison in your body right before your eyes!"
Po Meng said: "His soul has been washed away too clean now, and it is too sacred. Even your seven emotions and six desires have been diluted, and it has turned into a pure, aloof, indifferent and forgetful deity."
Wu Lang frowned slightly.
Think about it carefully.
After enduring that great battle, communicating with the Eight Emperors, and ending with the enthronement ceremony, his current emotions indeed seemed to have faded a lot.
However, Wu Lang didn't panic.
The path to becoming an immortal is inherently bumpy. How can anyone still be called an immortal if he doesn’t show signs of going crazy a few times?
"You should be lucky that you have demon blood in your body."
Po Meng suddenly smiled and said: "If it weren't for the blood of demons and dark side in your body, you would have turned into a pure god of light, incense and fire!"
"After all, the fate of the Mountain Spirit Buddha Clan and the mighty righteousness of the Human Emperor. Your two major systems are too clean. They must be restrained by another bloodline."
"Yin and yang must coexist. Yin cannot grow alone, and yang cannot grow alone."
Being too bright is never a good thing.
That is, those extreme Buddhist Tantras like to turn people into "gods", not emotionless creatures that are not human beings.
"You don't have to worry about it going on."
Po Meng waved her hand and said with a smile: "Go to the Eighteenth Level of Hell. Although it is in ruins, it is also filled with countless dark thoughts. You can also look at the soul mud to encourage the demon bloodline, and you will be able to return to normal.
Already."
Po Meng has many ways to solve it.
But he chose the most fundamental one and let him solve it by himself.
"Yes, thank you Mrs. Meng."
Wu Lang's words were full of sincerity.
Having elders in your family is like having an encyclopedia that can help you correct your mistakes at any time.
This still helps you complete the foundation.
If it were in other sects, it would definitely not be so easy to solve...
This is a timely help!
Wu Lang felt a little lucky.
The foundation and advantages of the First Demon Sect are their biggest backers. As a younger generation, the Demon Sect hopes that no matter what it is, it will help them solve it.
After saying goodbye to Po Meng, I went to the eighteenth level of hell.
This is the first time for Wu Lang to come to the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and he has never seen it on the "Underworld Ghosts" forum. After all, this is an 18-level forbidden area where photography is prohibited, not to mention that only a few high-level players from the Underworld Sect are eligible to come.
The lowest interrogation here is for prisoners in the combined period.
When he came to this land, he was very curious, "This is the legendary operating table for waist cutting."
Wow.
There are countless black and blood-stained torture instruments all around.
Hooks, thin knives, iron needles, peeling tools.
With each floor he walked, Wu Lang gained insights, which were much more terrifying than the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.
It's hard to imagine how cruel it was here at its peak.
Those big guys were tortured here, it was so spectacular.
Even part of the soul mud is produced here, but these soul mud have attributes such as fear, hatred, and horror.
Soon, he was in seclusion here with his legs crossed, improving his demon bloodline:
"I have to hurry up and shorten the time to within a month."
He let out a long sigh.
"Outside in Jingzhou, that ocean of time is a huge opportunity. After I killed the emperor, I left behind a world celebration and amnesty for the world! It is also good for me. It can greatly shorten my practice time. I have to go out and catch up."
The lives of more than thirty saints in the integration stage were exchanged for the opportunity of Jingzhou. The main purpose of his own body and disciples was to practice in the "Time Cave".
It would be too bad if you couldn't go.
Wow.
He closed his eyes to rest his mind and entered seclusion.
And his disciple Yun Rong has already begun to retreat in the best geographical cave that he has laid out in advance, enjoying the advantages of this time cave.
In order to invest, Wu Lang also gave her a luck seat, allowing her to quickly improve her level.
"Master, why haven't you come back yet?" Yun Rong was a little confused. Such good training time has been wasted.
...
The other side.
With the return of the Eight Emperors, the miraculous feat of slaying the emperor was closely linked, and soon spread throughout the land of Kyushu.
This small sect at the bottom has no right to know, but any sect that has a first-rate or second-rate holy land with some background and power, and a tribulation-riding emperor, already knows it.
It can be said that on this day, the entire land of Kyushu was boiling.
Countless monks and forces were shocked.
Kill the emperor with one hand??
Jingzhou, which is so barren and backward, and has no emperor at all, can actually do this, lay out five levels of killing rounds in a row, and each level is astonishing.
How terrible is this man?
It's simply unimaginable.
Some think tanks and counselors could not sit still.
They are "great scholars" and "sages" raised by major sects. Although they cannot practice and are just mortals, their destiny means that their wisdom is destined to be powerful. They are used by the immortals to handle some complicated tasks, which can be said to be coolies.
Now, let’s begin to analyze the plans together, dismantle them one by one, and even sigh.
“Simply extraordinary!”
"He is worthy of being a sage among us mortal Confucian scholars. Now that he can practice Buddhism, his wisdom will naturally be higher than ours."
"This case, this plan to kill the emperor without an emperor, must be recorded in the book, and be studied by our other counselors as a classic teaching material."
"If we can practice cultivation, maybe our Confucian destiny can be improved to this level, right? If we don't go out, we can plan the world!"
...
Some counselors even began to dream about it.
They are also mortals, so they naturally long for the prosperous age in Jingzhou. Who doesn’t want to live forever?
That mortal Confucian scholar who has read many poems and books has no passion?
This is a living saint.
Already, the world has gathered to respond, and many people are eager to seek refuge and follow in his footsteps.
But these thoughts are just mortals.
Different camps have different ideas.
At this time, the traditional monks in the eight continents of the world were undercurrents, but they didn't pay much attention to this. After all, they were able to practice.
What they care more about is the various subsequent impacts.
In Daoyan Sect, a woman with disheveled hair spoke slowly, observing the sky at night: "Purple air moves eastward, auspicious clouds gather, humanity's destiny shines brightly into the sky, and it connects the destiny of the forty-nine clans in the world. This is a good sign for the world. "
"This celestial phenomenon is like big waves crashing on the shore, and a new era is about to begin!"
