Three days is not long, and it flies by in a blink of an eye. In the past few days, Feng Jueyu has practiced hard to reach the source of Yin through the Wandering Soul Sword Technique, and has achieved a small amount of success. With his perfection, the Wandering Soul Sword Technique is no longer what it used to be.
Than, but these days he has always had a feeling of being close to the world, as if there is another way to improve and strengthen this set of swordsmanship, but he has never found a breakthrough point, as if he has encountered a bottleneck, no matter what
No matter how hard you try, you can't make any progress.
But in Feng Jueyu's heart, he really likes this swordsmanship. The martial arts and skills in the underworld are all feminine, and when they go astray, the divine power cooperates with each other. Not only is it full of evil nature, cunning and weird, but it is also mixed with the oppression of spiritual consciousness.
In fact, when warriors have reached the realm of consciousness, they can use their spiritual consciousness to lead a battle. When real masters compete, the pressure of their spiritual consciousness is everywhere. However, in the grand world, because human cultivators tend to practice
Divine power often ignores this fighting instinct, resulting in less experience in spiritual consciousness, and it will be much more difficult to break through the bottleneck.
However, the soul clan's method advocates using the power of spiritual consciousness to overwhelm the enemy. The tempering of the body of spiritual thoughts often requires more effort than the accumulation of divine power. The advantage of this is that it can naturally make the cultivation of spiritual consciousness improve by leaps and bounds, and comprehend.
The power is extremely strong, but the accumulation of divine power is neglected. When a breakthrough is made, there will always be a phenomenon of unsustainable power, leading to the failure of the breakthrough.
In the past month in the underworld, Feng Jueyu has not seen many people from the soul clan practicing, but in principle it is inseparable from the balance between spiritual consciousness and divine power. Both races prefer one kind of training and ignore the other.
One way, there will naturally be a phenomenon of favoring one over the other.
Therefore, Feng Jueyu's trip to the underworld was not fruitless, but rather fruitful. He now possesses the body of the Five Elements, the origin of Yin, and has seen all the great ways of reincarnation and the characteristics of various races. Only then did he understand that spiritual consciousness and divine power are inseparable.
Up and down, we must work together to make it possible to go further and further. Just like a primary school student going to school, no matter how well you learn a subject, you will not be able to get into a key university. Only by excelling in all subjects will you become a future talent.
Martial arts is the same principle.
Of course, everyone may understand this truth, but being in a certain time and space, people will naturally ignore its importance. On the contrary, in the grand martial arts that Feng Jueyu is familiar with, there are few with profound divine power and spiritual consciousness.
They are also powerful masters, and such masters usually stand on the top of Mount Tai and stare at all living beings.
Enlightenment, enlightenment, how can one achieve enlightenment without experiencing it?
Only today did Feng Jueyu fully understand why so many people gave up their peaceful and leisurely secluded lives, but indulged themselves in becoming ascetics and traveled around. It was not because they were idle, but because they wanted to take advantage of watching
Through all the vicissitudes of the world, all sentient beings have achieved enlightenment again and again, taking this to go higher and further in the martial arts.
Moonlight night, midnight...
While Feng Jueyu was pondering the martial arts, he listened quietly to the movements outside the courtyard. Today was Mu Jiuzhou. The murder night planned by Boss Leng was to go straight to the secret room where Leng Youhen was retreating. When it was midnight, Feng Jueyu
He heard bursts of trivial footsteps. In fact, the footsteps were not loud, but they could not escape Feng Jueyu's ears.
He deliberately pretended not to know what was going on in Xiyin Xiaozhu with his eyes closed, and walked out of the yard after a while. Today, he had to be bolder. He first used his spiritual sense to check the movement inside Xiyin Xiaozhu, but he didn't gain any energy.
He then knew that Mu Jiuzhou and Xu Meier were setting off.
In fact, these people are very courageous enough. Leng Youhen's strength is understandable and powerful. Zhou Zude once said that once he reaches the sun, Ling Yue will shine brightly.
Standing far away on the Xuanzhao Realm, even several Xuanzhao may not be able to get close.
But Mu Jiuzhou has poison in his body, which is equivalent to a magic weapon. I don’t know how powerful it is?
After thinking for a moment, Feng Jueyu rushed towards Leng Youhen's retreat. Not far from the secret room in the back garden, he released the soul-splitting baby, then hid in the flowers and sneaked over quietly.
Halfway through, Feng Jueyu suddenly stopped. Everyone said that Mu Jiuzhou was good at using poison. What if he accidentally fell into the trap?
After pondering for a long time, he finally took out a piece of black cloth and covered his face, especially under his nose. Although he didn't know whether Mu Jiuzhou's poison would be powerful enough to penetrate through the black cloth.
In the mouth and nose, but finally there is a layer of protection.
After going back and forth for some time, Feng Jueyu quietly touched the outside of the secret room and did not find Mu Jiuzhou. Instead, he saw the open door of the secret room.
Leng Youhen's secret room is not hidden. Maybe he is very proud of himself, so he is located in one of the houses in the back garden. This is a small independent building. The decoration is not luxurious, but it is quiet, elegant and quiet.
It is very suitable for practice. Now that the door is open, but no sound can be heard, Feng Jueyu is extremely confused as to whether Mu Jiuzhou and the others are not here.
Just when Feng Jueyu was confused, there was a sudden violent shaking on the ground, and the entire garden seemed to be crumbling under the earthquake. Feng Jueyu quickly retreated, stayed away from the garden, and hid in the corner of the courtyard wall.
Got up.
Not long after, a figure shot out of the room at a very fast speed. This person was wearing a simple black suit. He looked a little loose, but it was the most fluffy type when practicing. Not Leng Youhen or Leng Youhen.
Who could it be.
At this moment, Leng Youhen's body was tightly wrapped in thick black smoke, as if thousands of black snakes were wrapping his body tightly. Leng Youhen let out a cold low roar and waved desperately.
He raised his arms and tried to wave away the black smoke on his hands, but he still failed...
At the same time, three figures flew out of the room one by one, one of them was slim and graceful, it was Xu Meier; the other was tall and burly, well-dressed, holding a sharp ghost-headed knife in his hand, it was Xu Meier
Boss Leng, the son of Leng Youhen; the last person is naturally Mu Jiuzhou, but he is holding a twisted gourd magic weapon in his hand. There are bits of black smoke floating out of the magic weapon. It takes about a few breaths to
Disappear.
Seeing these four people appear, Feng Jueyu knew that they must have taken action, and the black smoke on Leng Youhen's body was the onset of some powerful poison.
Hidden in the corner, Feng Jueyu soon heard a proud laugh from Mu Jiuzhou: "Leng Youhen, you didn't expect it, this is the Ming Ming San that I personally prepared for you. How does it taste?"
Leng Youhen turned his back to Feng Jueyu, making it impossible to see his expression, but it could be seen from his trembling body that Leng Youhen was very angry at this time, and his head shook slightly,
Looking at Xu Meier with extreme resentment, he shouted viciously and asked: "You bitch, I treat you badly, why did you betray me?"
Xu Meier smiled softly and said sweetly: "Master of the Palace, I know that you treat me well, but I also know that in your eyes, Leng Youhen, women are just playthings. Do you really think that in this world?
Do all the women in the world want to be your woman? You are wrong. The reason why I am by your side actually has another purpose."
"I killed Shisan for you, but you betrayed me together with Mu Jiuzhou. I'm so blind that I was tricked by you, an adulterer and a slut."
He said bitterly, turned his eyes to Boss Leng, and scolded: "You are an unfilial son, you conspired with outsiders to murder your biological father, you deserve death."
"Biological father?" Faced with Leng Youhen's rebuke, Boss Leng just smiled contemptuously and said immediately: "Father, I am not a filial son, but you are not a loving father either. I have been around you all these years with fear and fear.
Which sentence makes you unhappy? I have caused death for myself and my mother. I have no choice. I haven’t lived enough, and I haven’t lived enough of being oppressed by you. When you kill Sanniang, you kill Thirteenth Niang.
I have seen it with my own eyes, and people like you have no right to ask me to provide for you until you die."
Feng Jueyu was extremely ashamed when he heard this in the corner. Sure enough, this family is so weird. First, I killed my three wives and three sons, and then I killed my own little wife in order to marry a concubine. I also hunted down my own son.
Daughter, my son is now harming me, which is really not acceptable to ordinary people.
But then again, who can be blamed for all this? It’s not Leng Youhen’s cruelty and ruthlessness that should be blamed.
Hearing Boss Leng's argument, there was no loss or despair in Leng Youhen's eyes, nor was there any excessive regret. To him, it was as if the relationship between father and son was just a plaything. He would take it when he wanted it, but never throw it away when it was time to do so.
Will blink.
Leng Youhen sneered twice, let out a ferocious smile, and asked: "The three of you unite to deal with me. Don't tell me that I don't have a plan. Tell me, what do you have your eyes on?"
Mu Jiuzhou chuckled and said: "The palace master is indeed the palace master. Yes, I have indeed taken a fancy to something. I wonder if the palace master can let it go?"
Leng Youhen stared at Mu Jiuzhou and laughed: "Haha, Mu Jiuzhou, you must be interested in the fragments of the ghost skeleton."
"The master of the palace is wise."
Leng You said coldly: "When you got this thing, you showed greedy evil thoughts. I thought you had already forgotten the peace you had lived these years. I didn't expect you never let go, but you want
The fragments of the Ghost Skeleton are not that easy, Binding Ming Powder is a good poison, but it is still far from being able to control this mansion."
As Leng Youhen said this, he just sat in the air in the air, and the divine power around his body began to circulate, turning into a black wave.
Mu Jiuzhou was not confused at all when he saw this, and said: "Leng Youhen, don't waste your efforts, Fu Ming San can't be forced out."
Leng Youhen chuckled and said: "I know I can't force it out. Didn't you take precautions against you all these years? If you hadn't believed in this bitch, would you have succeeded? Huh, I'm not afraid to tell you, even if I'm bound to the underworld.
Even if it is scattered, I am also capable of forcing the poison out."
As he spoke, he smiled sinisterly, and suddenly two black lights suddenly flew out of the room. At the same time, Leng Youhen's entire body of divine power completely dissipated.
"San Gong?" Mu Jiuzhou was stunned, and even Feng Jueyu was stunned.