A ball of white light appeared on Lin Feng's palm. In the center of the white light was a giant white elephant. It was usually mighty and domineering, but now it was dying.
Lying on the giant elephant was a boy who was not many years old. He was the Nascent Soul of Yun Xiang Ancestor who was captured by Lin Feng during the mountain opening ceremony outside Shazhou City.
Ancestor Yunxiang is the leader of the Yunxiang Sect at the northern foot of Kunlun Mountain. He originally came to watch the founding ceremony of the Xuanmen Tianzong, but he wanted to curry favor with Pang Jie and Kong Chang, and suddenly took action to add insult to injury and joined in the attack on the Xuanmen Tianzong.
camp, but was captured by Lin Feng.
His physical body was directly blasted by the God of War clone. The Nascent Soul tried to escape but was caught by Lin Feng. These days, Lin Feng has ignored him, but has always suppressed his Nascent Soul, making it impossible for him to recover from his injuries. It has always been like this
weak.
It would have been fine if Lin Feng had dealt with him earlier, but living the life of a prisoner like this, as if there was a guillotine hanging above his head at any time, and he didn't know when it would fall, was what made Patriarch Yun Xiang feel the most pain.
After such a long period of constant precarity and panic, Patriarch Yun Xiang had already formed a Nascent Soul, and his will had been severely damaged. The fear that had rarely appeared since the formation of the elixir came to his mind again.
Seeing Lin Feng at this moment, Ancestor Yunxiang suddenly showed a look of fear: "Senior, please spare me once, I am willing to lead all the Yunxiang Sect to defect to the Xuanmen Tianzong..."
He still wanted to beg, but Lin Feng had already pointed at the center of his eyebrows: "What you sow today will be what you reap today."
"No!" Ancestor Yun Xiang wailed, but was unable to struggle.
As a long time passed, the eyes of Ancestor Yun Xiang became more and more distracted. Until finally they became lifeless, and all they had was the most primitive and ancient ignorance, the true ignorance. It was helpless and thoughtless, as if it was a newborn baby.
Babies are normal.
Ancestor Yunxiang's Nascent Soul merged with the white giant elephant beneath him, then continued to shrink in size, and finally condensed into a solid body, turning into a jade sculpture that looked like a small white jade elephant, and landed in Lin Feng's palm.
Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed on the back of the white jade elephant. The eyes of the white jade elephant suddenly shone brightly.
The little elephant made of jade seemed to come to life, curling up and lying on Lin Feng's palm. Lin Feng turned it over and carved a simple sigil on the bottom of the jade carving. The outline and strokes of the sigil were all blood red, and the red light condensed.
Then he went deep into the white elephant jade carving.
The light in the white elephant's eyes returned to the body, and Lin Feng smiled: "This treasure can be named Yun Xiangyin, which is suitable for Xiao Linzi's use."
Lin Feng finished refining the Cloud Elephant Seal, and his heart moved slightly, feeling that Wang Lin in the Sutra Library was also done.
He walked into the Buddhist scripture building and asked with a smile: "Xiao Linzi, is everything going well?"
Lin Feng raised his eyes and saw Wang Linzheng, frowning slightly, sitting cross-legged in front of a bookshelf. He was looking at a Taoist book in front of him, deep in thought.
Seeing Lin Feng come in, Wang Lin quickly stood up and saluted: "Master."
Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw his appearance. He asked, "Why, what's the problem?"
Wang Lin picked up the Taoist book on the bookshelf and presented it to Lin Feng. He looked a little troubled: "The disciple has finished deducing the Taoist law. Please take a look at it, Master."
"Although the Taoist teachings have been completed, I always feel that it is not perfect enough and that it is far away from the ideal state in my mind."
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed: "Oh?" He took the Taoist book handed over by Wang Lin and scanned it with his consciousness.
The Taoist method created by Wang Lin is called "The True Sutra of All Heavens and Ultimate Ways". It integrates Wang Lin's understanding of the great ways of heaven and earth since he began to practice Taoism. It is based on the Eight Trigrams of All Heavens' Great Ways and incorporates the principles of annihilation and creation.
Two extreme artistic conceptions of power.
But Lin Feng discovered right away that, as Wang Lin himself said, this Taoist method was still a little short of perfection.
This has nothing to do with whether the Taoist books are incomplete or not. If the content is incomplete, the special function on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Building will automatically make up for it.
Wang Lin's Sutra of All Heavens and Ultimate Ways is complete in content, but what is missing is that the depth has not reached the ideal level.
Xiao Xiao, the Taoist method created by Xiao Yan and the five of them is actually lacking in depth. At least in Lin Feng's view, they have only just glimpsed many things. This is related to their current cultivation level. As they advance further in cultivating the road in the future,
If you keep walking one step at a time, you will definitely be strengthened and deepened.
But the Taoist teachings of Xiao Bu Di and the others have indeed explored their own understanding of the principles of heaven and earth to the extreme.
Wang Lin is different. His Taoist method is called Ji Dao, but it has not reached his current limit, and is a little behind in terms of artistic conception.
He must have tried his best to perfect it, but he had no choice but to realize that the reality was cruel.
Because of this, Wang Lin felt confused and distressed.
Lin Feng looked at the Sutra of All Heavens' Ultimate Dao in his hand, and his heart suddenly moved slightly, and he said: "Xiao Linzi, now, you enter the state of your underworld's destruction."
Wang Lin complied with the instructions, and the golden elixir in his body shook, and a large amount of black energy of death surged out of his body. His whole body seemed to be from the underworld of the underworld.
"Master, when I deduced Taoism before, I was also in the state of death."
Lin Feng nodded and said slowly: "Master knows." He looked at Wang Lin and sighed in his heart: "As expected."
"I didn't notice Xiao Linzi's use of Underworld Destruction Realm when he first formed the elixir." Lin Feng's eyes flashed with surprise: "Now I have doubts, so I paid special attention, and I immediately saw the clues."
After years of hard work, Wang Lin finally made great achievements. He stepped directly from the early stage of foundation building to the early stage of golden elixir. The improvement in strength was naturally earth-shaking. The haze in his heart for many years was swept away. The whole person became much more relaxed, and even
Even his usually cold face had more smiles than before.
The spring breeze is proud and elated, which refers to Wang Lin's current physical and mental state.
But everything has two sides. Wang Lin turned around and sang as a serf. He felt happy, no longer aggrieved, no longer depressed. One direct consequence was that his cultivation in the underworld was regressed!
It's not that Wang Lin's strength has regressed. In comparison, it's no problem for him to beat his original self by dozens or twenty.
Rather, Wang Lin could not go back to his previous depressed state of mind.
Wang Lin's Huangquan Destruction Realm is a completely extreme way to completely transform his own magic power into the vicious power of destruction. The more extreme this transformation is, the more powerful it will be.
Wang Lin understood that the artistic conceptions of death and creation are originally two kinds of power artistic conceptions that are in extreme opposition, and each reaches its own limit.
The cultivation of this magical power is most directly related to Wang Lin's stressful state of mind at that time.
The brothers are getting stronger and stronger, and the gap between them and themselves is getting wider and wider. The opinions of outsiders are even mocking and contemptuous.
Thanks to Wang Lin's strong will, there was no psychological distortion. Instead, he turned all of this into upward motivation, but invisibly, it helped him understand the magical power of the Underworld of Destruction.
"Xiao Linzi's Huangquan Destruction Realm is the product of a mutation after the fusion of one's own soul, will and magic power." Lin Feng said in his heart: "The more the practitioner's emotions go to a certain extreme, the more completely the magic power transforms into the power of annihilation.
The more perfect it is.”
Wang Lin's current state of mind is naturally a kind of relaxation and progress in terms of his practice. His arrangement and management of Fan Lin's cave residence also shows a bit of returning to nature and Taoism.
Zhu Yi, Xiao Yan and others felt they had benefited a lot from reading it.
However, this state of mind is undoubtedly a setback and harm to the underworld.
However, when deducing the Sutra of All Heavens and Ultimate Ways, Wang Lin inevitably incorporated the moral conception of his previous understanding of the Underworld of Destruction. However, because his state of mind has changed now, the result was not pleasing to both parties.
After listening to Lin Feng's explanation, Wang Lin suddenly realized it and smiled to himself: "The so-called half bucket of water is what I am, right?"
"I can't blame you completely." Lin Feng shook his head and laughed: "Xiao Linzi, your idea is good, and the route you are taking is correct, but you are not settled enough now."
Wang Lin nodded: "Disciple will continue to figure out the Taoism."
"That's not urgent." Lin Feng thought for a while and suddenly said: "Xiao Linzi, do you have any plans to go home to visit relatives?"
When Wang Lin heard this, he was stunned and opened his mouth without making any sound.
To put it into perspective, in the real world, it has only been more than two years since he left home, but because of his training in the Xuantian Eternal Light Cave, many years have passed in Wang Lin's own time.
Before, he was devoted to cultivating Taoism and spent all his energy on training. There was no sun and moon in the mountains, so he didn't feel anything. Now that Lin Feng mentioned it, he suddenly felt that his longing for his relatives became uncontrollable and filled his heart instantly.
Now that he has formed a golden elixir, even if he returns home, he will be able to return home with a fine coat and make his parents proud.
Wang Lin composed himself, and after calming down, he said slowly: "There is no hurry, I will perfect the Tao method first and teach my disciples. After Li Xingfei's practice is completely on the right track, it will not be too late to go home."
"You make up your own mind about this." Lin Feng said: "The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. For most parents, no matter how short their child's absence is, they will still miss him."
Wang Lin nodded repeatedly, looking at Lin Feng, and felt a warmth surge in his heart.
After bidding farewell to Wang Lin, Lin Feng went to the third floor of the Sutra Collection Building alone and sat down. He looked out the window and stared at the void until a sound transmission crystal broke and sent a message. After Lin Feng connected it, Tianmao came from the other side.
The voice of Song Fu, the steward of the pavilion.
After listening to Song Fu's words, Lin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Liang Qian, the fourth prince of the Zhou Dynasty, wants to visit our Xuanmen Tianzong?"
"Sect Leader Lin, wait a moment." Song Fu's voice from the opposite side dropped, and then came the voice of a young man. He was born with the grace and bearing of a nobleman from Tianhuang, but he was very respectful in front of Lin Feng.
Liang Qian, the fourth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, said that he wanted to visit the Kunlun Mountains this time. As the well-deserved overlord of the northern foot of the Kunlun Mountains, the Xuanmen Tianzong naturally wanted to pay homage to the mountain gate and hoped to get the favor of Lin Feng, the leader of the Xuanmen Mountains.
Give advice and advice.
"The Great Zhou Dynasty..." Lin Feng agreed with a slight thought, and summoned Zhu Yi through magic transmission. (To be continued...)