Chapter 215 Create monsters in three hundred years (seeking a monthly ticket)
Hou Jin, Xuelin.
The peaks that have been covered with snow for many years and reach into the sky seem to be hidden and visible.
Mountains and forests are all covered with ice and snow, showing elegance in their majesty, and even more elegance in their steepness.
The snow-capped mountains are not only majestic, but also beautiful and tall, as bright as crystal jade and as brilliant as thirteen sharp swords. Against the backdrop of the blue sky, they look like a silvery jade dragon lying on the top of the mountain.
The scale of the Hou Jin map is comparable to that of Yan and Zhao combined, and it is divided into three major sections.
One is the plain area bordering the Yan State. There are many people who have assimilated to the Yan State and the Later Jin Dynasty living there. The geographical features and humanities are very complicated. Although it is the territory of the Later Jin Dynasty, it is generally somewhat different from the Houjin grassland tribes.
The second is the Houjin Prairie Tribe, the real rulers of the Houjin Dynasty. These tribes are the real nobles of the Houjin Dynasty today. They occupy almost all the rich grasslands of the Houjin Dynasty, and they are also known as the Houjin people.
The last one is the Snowy Mountains behind the grassland. It is covered with ice and snow all year round, with scarce supplies and sparsely populated areas.
However, this place occupies 30% of the land area of Houjin, and there are still a few foreign races living in the snowy mountains.
Hou Jin always wanted to conquer these alien races, but due to the influence of bad weather and the fact that the alien races had many capable people, several expeditions ended in failure.
The description of alien races is very general. Some people say that these alien races are related to the pre-Qin Dynasty. Originally, these people were also people from their ancestral land, but later they fled to the ends of the earth to avoid the war.
There are also people who are essentially different from the people of their ancestral land because their habits and beliefs are not recorded in history books.
There are different opinions about people of foreign races.
There is an ice cave in the towering snow-capped mountains.
There are several ice statues made of solid ice standing at the entrance of the ice cave. Under the bright sunshine, the ice statues are shining and dazzling.
There were dozens of people wearing strange clothes gathered around. The leader had white hair as white as snow, his face was old and abnormal, and his body was slightly stooped.
"Someone broke in?"
The white-haired old man asked.
A middle-aged man next to him whispered: "That man was very powerful. He killed Huaichi with one palm, and then calmly entered the secret place."
This middle-aged man is the patriarch of the Snow Mountain Clan.
The white-haired old man frowned and asked, "Can we find out its origin?"
The leader of the Xueshan Tribe replied: "I just observed Huaichi's corpse. It is surrounded by black energy, like demonic energy. It is most likely that he is a member of the Dongluo Pass Demon Cult."
The white-haired old man's frown deepened, "We, the Snow Mountain Clan, have never had any grudges with the Demon Sect, so why did this Demon Sect member suddenly want to trespass into our clan's forbidden territory?"
The leader of the Snow Mountain Clan asked in a deep voice: "Ancestor, what should we do now?"
"The Snow Mountain Clan once swore to heaven and earth that no one from the Snow Mountain Clan could enter this ice cave."
The white-haired old man said indifferently: "I want to see who this person is who dares to break in without permission."
As he spoke, the old man sat down cross-legged.
The whistling wind and snow in the sky stopped for an instant. The experts of the surrounding Snow Mountain Clan saw this with a hint of respect in their eyes, and then retreated into the distance.
It was freezing outside the ice cave, and it was even bone-chilling inside.
An old man dressed in purple with white hair and a childish face walked towards the depths holding a fire stick. There was also a token hanging on his waist, which was the inheritance of the Demon Sect, the Demon Order.
This person is none other than Jiang Shang, the previous leader of the Demon Cult.
The firelight shone brightly on his expressionless face.
The ice cave is so long that it took two sticks of incense to walk and it didn’t reach the end.
Most of the corpses on the ground were frozen into ice sculptures. The clothes on these corpses were very old, and the weapons in their hands were also various.
Jiang Shang recognized that these were the costumes of the Qin Dynasty. Because this place was too cold, these people remained uncorrupted even after they had been dead for thousands of years.
After another few dozen breaths, a cold and violent aura hit his face from in front of him, and Jiang Shang's heart suddenly trembled slightly.
"Um!?"
Jiang Shang's eyes were like lightning and he looked forward.
I saw a huge ice sculpture in front of me, one foot high and two feet long. If you look closely, the ice sculpture is not a living thing, but more like a ball of cold, scarlet gas.
"Immortal blood!?"
Jiang Shang's pupils opened suddenly, with a trace of heat in his eyes, and his heart beat violently.
From this huge ice sculpture, he could feel the wonderful aura, which was the same as the blood he felt in Yuzhou City.
This shows that there must be the immortal blood he wants in this ice sculpture.
"Immortal blood, I finally found immortal blood again, hahahahaha."
Jiang Shang laughed and even shed tears.
In the face of immortality, what happens to half-immortals?
If he doesn't die, not to mention a semi-immortal, even a true immortal can reach it.
Soon, Jiang Shang calmed down.
Recalling the last experience of refining immortal blood, he was not in a hurry to take action at this moment, but looked at the ice sculpture and thought about it quietly.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
I saw Jiang Shang step forward, holding the fire folding piece in his left hand, and patting it forward with his right hand.
boom!
The powerful energy flowed away like a tide, and suddenly the ice sculpture in front began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The ice sculpture is getting smaller and smaller, and the scarlet gas inside seems to be being continuously compressed, making the ice sculpture become redder and redder.
The ice sculpture that was originally one foot high and two feet long suddenly became the size of a water tank, and it was still melting and getting smaller.
Moreover, the scarlet gas was also crazily compressed, and the original scarlet gas turned purple-red, and even glowed with a hint of black light at the end.
As Jiang Shang's true energy continued to surge away, eventually the ice sculpture was only the size of an egg. At this moment, he suddenly withdrew his true energy.
"call out!"
The egg-sized ice cube was sucked into the palm of Jiang Shang's hand, and the scarlet gas inside was compressed to the extreme, giving it a black-red color.
"Immortal."
Jiang Shang held the egg-sized ice cube in his hand and his breathing became somewhat rapid.
Over the past tens of millions of years, how many people have pursued immortality, but in the end they all died in the rolling tide of time.
Eternal immortality is like a big mountain that has blocked all the great masters in the past and present, and now Jiang Shang is about to cross this mountain.
Jiang Shang took a deep breath, and then swallowed the ice cube without any hesitation.
The ice cube fell into his belly and melted instantly. Then all the black and red gas was released from it, like a volcanic eruption, impacting Jiang Shang's heavenly spirit.
"ah--!"
The next moment, a huge pain surged up, and blood began to flow from all the orifices.
Jiang Shang's face also became distorted because of the tremendous pain.
This kind of pain was like putting him on a flame and roasting him. His skin, flesh, meridians, and every nerve were enduring this huge pain.
But Jiang Shang's strong mind remained extremely calm. Under such great pain, there was even a smile on his lips.
True Qi gushes out from his Dantian and goes to everywhere around his body, trying to suppress the red gas spewing out like a volcano.
Because Jiang Shang knew that this was just the beginning.
Dongluoguan, in the quiet courtyard.
On the soft and fragrant bed, Zhao Qingmei's long eyelashes blinked slightly, as if the dark clouds dispersed and the moon emerged.
"It's so late."
Zhao Qingmei sat up suddenly, and then found that she was only wearing underwear. Her face turned red and she quickly covered herself with the quilt.
"woke up?"
An Jing heard the movement inside the house and walked in slowly.
Zhao Qingmei rubbed her head and blamed herself: "It's so bright, have you eaten? I'll get up now and get something to eat."
An Jing said calmly: "Lie down."
Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei immediately looked at An Jing, and then lay down on the bed obediently.
An Jing covered Zhao Qingmei with a quilt, "There is no kitchen in this courtyard, so I asked Tan Yun to buy some food on the street. I thought she would be back soon."
It is a very strange thing. As the leader of the Demon Cult, Zhao Qingmei's inner ambition surprised An Jing. She waved her robe and wanted to step on the world.
But sometimes, she prefers to cook, wash and take care of Anjing and other trivial daily tasks.
Deep down in her heart, she wanted to be a little woman clinging to An Jing's side, but she also wanted to be the leader of the demon sect who could hold up a whole world.
In other words, she wants to do everything well.
It felt like I wanted to swallow all the pain and tiredness in my stomach.
An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei on the bed and asked, "Do you know what happened to you?"
Zhao Qingmei thought for a moment, frowned slightly and said: "I don't know, I just feel a little drowsy and I don't know why I fell asleep."
With her level of cultivation, it is absolutely impossible for her to suffer from depression, which means there must be something wrong with her.
An Jing said: "It's your Dantian. I think there should be a problem with practicing the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire"."
"The Unnamed Heart Sutra" is a fusion of Taoism, demonism, and Buddhist martial arts. It includes the complete "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Book" and "The Great Sun Tathagata Zen Sutra"
"Dantian, is it a demon seed?"
Zhao Qingmei thought of something and said suspiciously.
An Jing asked: "Are you talking about the demon seeds condensed in the Demon Sealing Well?"
Zhao Qingmei nodded and said: "When you reach the eighth level of "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Book", you must condense the demon species. At that time, it would take at least dozens of days to condense the demon species based on my cultivation.
Senior Nan assisted me, and it took only eight days to condense the demon seed."
"Senior Nan is a great master in cultivation, and he also practices the "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Book". I think I should know some reasons. I will go to the Demon Sealing Well to ask her about the situation later."
An Jing thought for a moment and said, "You have come out of the Demon-Sealing Well, so don't go there. It's better for me to go, and you can have a good rest here."
He was also full of curiosity about the extremely mysterious Demon Sealing Well and the masters who had reached the level of Grand Master.
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said softly: "I'm a little worried if you go alone. The Devil's Well is unusual and it's difficult to reach the deepest part."
If you want to find Nan Weiping, you have to enter the deepest part of the Demon-Sealing Well. Historically, so many masters of the Demon Sect have entered the Demon-Sealing Well, but only a few have been able to step into this stone cave.
An Jing smiled and said, "Leave it to me, there won't be any problems."
Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei stopped insisting and said, "Then take the Fantian Seal with you. With the Fantian Seal with you, you can sneak into the Demon Sealing Well silently."
"good."
Zhao Qingmei explained a few more words before An Jing left with the Suppressing Evil Sword on the wall.
The Demon-Sealing Platform is located in the Dongluo Desert, more than five hundred miles away from Dongluo Pass. The distance is not very close. It would be very difficult to find this place without a map.
A strong wind blew over the desert, the sand flew up, and the sky became dark.
The scorching sun seemed to burn the earth into nothingness.
An Jing's cultivation had reached the master level, and the "Nameless Heart Sutra" could continuously absorb the true energy. He traveled very fast along the way, and finally found the oasis in about five hours.
In the oasis, there is a Qionglou palace, which is elegant and magnificent, like a fairyland on earth.
This is the Holy Land of the Demon Sect, the Demon Sealing Platform.
At this time, the sky was dark, night was falling, and the cold wind was blowing like a blade, giving people a biting chill.
An Jing restrained all his aura and quietly fell into the Demon Sealing Platform.
Because of the aura of Fan Tianxi, it didn't seem to cause any reaction.
Not far from the main hall, there is a huge well.
The diameter of the wellhead is two feet. On the four sides of the wellhead are stone statues of four strange beasts: Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. These four stone statues are bound with iron chains, and the iron chains extend toward the wellhead, as if forming a circle.
A strange formation.
There is an extremely strong murderous aura around the Demon Sealing Well. If you get even slightly closer, your scalp will feel numb, and even your skin will ooze blood.
Seal the Demonic Well!
An Jing came to the mouth of the Demon Sealing Well and looked down.
There is darkness in the Demon Sealing Well, and it seems that you cannot see the bottom at a glance.
An Jing took a deep breath and jumped into the Demon Sealing Well.
"call out!"
When the body entered the Demon-Sealing Well, the blood-evil energy surged around him, like thousands of steel needles stabbing him. However, before these impacts came close to An Jing's body, they were immediately melted by the body-protecting energy.
After a few breaths, he fell to the bottom of the well.
As soon as he landed at the bottom of the well, An Jing felt a faint pressure coming over him.
In this magic well, there is the spirit essence of heaven and earth that has been transformed by the masters of the demon sect. However, in recent years, with Jiang Shang's reverse behavior, the masters of the demon sect are scarce, so the spiritual essence of heaven and earth in this secret place of the magic well is also very rare. In addition,
Previously, Zhao Qingmei, Jiang Renyi and others came to the Demon Sealing Well and took away some heaven and earth spiritual energy, which became even rarer.
An Jing walked toward the depths of the Demon-Sealing Well, and encountered many corpses of Demon Cult masters along the way. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been taken away from these corpses.
The further he walked towards the depths of the Demon-Sealing Well, the greater the pressure became. In the end, An Jing even frowned and felt a trace of pressure, but then the "Nameless Heart Sutra" started to circulate, and that force
The pressure was instantly relieved a lot.
"This "Nameless Heart Sutra" is indeed a martial arts that combines three secret techniques. It can actually block the surging pressure. If we get the "Big Dipper" again, what will happen to this complete "Nameless Heart Sutra"
What about?”
An Jing thought to himself, but his steps accelerated a few steps.
Suddenly, a corpse lying on the ground in front of him caught his attention. Before he could step forward to observe, a voice came from the front.
"Junior, you are not cultivating the inner magic of the Demon Sect. How did you get into this Demonic Well?"
"The senior should be senior Nan, junior An Jing."
An Jing's heart moved, and he clasped his fists in front of him.
The voice came again: "An Jing, are you Zhao Qingmei's husband?"
An Jing said in a deep voice: "Yes, I came here this time because I want to ask Senior Nan some questions, and by the way, I will try to help Senior Nan cut off the Nine Heavens Black Iron."
"If you are interested, then you can enter the cave."
An Ding nodded and continued walking forward. As the "Anonymous Heart Sutra" was running, he soon saw the cave.
"Clang!" "Clang!"
As the sound of the chain shaking was heard, Nan Weiping's voice came: "Please come in."
An Jing narrowed his eyes, took out the fire seal and slowly walked into the cave.
At this moment, a black brilliance suddenly appeared above the book in his mind.
"Tip 3: There are black opportunities near the host."
An Jing felt as if thunder resounded in his heart, but his face remained calm.
Nan Weiping looked at An Jing walking in and was secretly shocked. She couldn't help but say, "You are that little girl's husband. Not only are you good-looking, but your cultivation is also amazing."
She originally thought that Zhao Qingmei would be amazed when she reached the master level, but the young man in front of her seemed young, but he had also reached the master level. How could she not be surprised?
Could it be that in the outside world, masters and masters have left everywhere?
"Senior, that's a big reward."
An Jing followed the sound and saw an old woman not far ahead. Her body was covered with dense iron chains, binding her arms and ankles.
Nan Weiping sighed: "At your age, you were still a genius even a thousand years ago. This is not a reward. What is the purpose of your visit this time?"
This couple is truly more evil than the other, both have the qualifications of great masters.
An Jing clasped his fists and said, "The demon species in Qingmei Dantian is a bit weird, and there is a faint demonic energy to activate it. In recent days, she has been even more drowsy and very lack of energy. This junior came here specifically to inquire."
Nan Weiping waved her hand and said with a smile: "This matter is normal. This demon seed has taken root and is now sprouting. When the time comes, it will spurt out endless vitality. By then, it will reach the ninth level, and even her cultivation Because the rising tide lifts all boats for the city.”
An Jing frowned and said: "Normal? I think the demonic energy is a bit weird and completely out of control within the body. Is this normal?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Nan Weiping's eyes, "The devil's sect has always been like this. While it can make you advance by leaps and bounds, it will also bring constraints."
An Dingding nodded. The Demon Sect's skills are indeed like this. They can be practiced very quickly, but they have extremely strong side effects. Nan Weiping was right.
Nan Weiping chuckled and said: "Actually, you don't have to worry. Once the seeds sprout completely, this situation will not happen again."
An Jing nodded slightly and sighed: "Okay."
Nan Weiping continued to comfort her: "As long as I'm here, you can rest assured."
An Jing took a deep breath and said, "Then the junior will fulfill my wife's promise and see if the sword in my hand can cut through the Nine Heavens Black Iron and save the senior."
"Canglang——!"
As the Suppressing Evil Sword was drawn out, the stone cave seal was filled with ice.
"What a sword!"
When Nan Weiping saw this, she couldn't help but admired.
Anjing's true energy was poured into the Suppressing Evil Sword like a vast river and lake, and then it slashed forward.
The sword light roared, as fast as lightning, with endless edge and aura, as if it was going to split the entire cave.
The moment she saw the sword light coming, Nan Weiping felt a chill in her heart and stretched out her hands to block her chest.
"Clang!"
The sword light slashed hard on the iron chain, and a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly erupted, as if it was going to shatter the eardrums.
"Tap tap tap"
Nan Weiping retreated backwards, her face became very ugly, and she said coldly: "Boy, do you want to cut off the iron chain, or do you want to cut off the old man?"
This sword didn't seem to be cutting at the iron chain, but it was clearly aimed at her head. If she hadn't reacted quickly enough, even a half-immortal body would have been unable to block the sword.
An Jing said expressionlessly: "Old man, you can deceive my wife, but you can't deceive me. The "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire" can only be practiced by the leader of the Demon Cult. Even if you are the wife of the leader of the Demon Cult, I'm afraid...
He is not qualified to practice either."
"Moreover, how on earth were you detained here? You must have committed an unusual crime."
From the moment the book from the ground prompted him, he had been wary of Nan Weiping in front of him. The sword strike just now was a test, and it was obvious that Nan Weiping had been prepared for it.
Nan Weiping raised her eyebrows, "Junior, this is my secret, how can I tell you so easily?"
An Jing narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Old man, stop pretending. What is that demon seed?"
Hearing An Jing's words, it was as if Nan Weiping's last fig leaf had been torn off.
"Okay, what a clever boy."
Nan Weiping's facial muscles twitched, her facial features became distorted and terrifying, and she laughed crazily.
"Hahahahahaha!"
An Jing looked at the crazy Nan Weiping in front of him, feeling a little chilly in his heart, and held the Suppressing Evil Sword tighter in his hand.
Nan Weiping stared at An Jing with her blood-red eyes, her voice was sharp and harsh in her throat, and she yelled at the top of her lungs: "Do you know how many years I have been here? More than three hundred years! That's three hundred years! You know
What is the concept of three hundred years?"
"I have been trapped here for more than three hundred years. Do you know how I have lived these three hundred years? Every year, every month, every year, I look at the lightless cave. This body of mine
I have completely surrendered to this darkness, and my heart has also merged into the darkness."
The old woman in front of me and the calm and solemn Nan Weiping just now seemed to be two different people.
In addition to being cold, the blood-red eyes were filled with madness and distortion, making people shudder with horror just looking at them.
This time is the most terrible medicine and the best poison in the world.
Three hundred years can create a great saint, and it can also create a terrifying monster.
Three hundred years of silent torture had long since distorted the humanity in her body, turning her into an extremely terrifying, devouring monster.
It turned out that everything was just her disguise.