Chapter 18: Divide essence and blood and take off in ten days
"Junior brother, do you still remember Hou Yi shooting the sun?"
Cihang gently touched the edge of the tea cup with his jade fingers and said.
His face is smooth and fair, his eyebrows are handsome, and his deep black eyes are full of bright colors. His clothes are pure white, his waist is straight, and his waist is decorated with a blue wave bead.
The green willow-scented tea was tumbling over the charcoal fire, with a faint smell of fireworks floating around.
Manjusri picked up the willow tea and drank it in one gulp, the bitter taste flowing between his lips and teeth.
"Of course I remember, the nine-headed golden crows fell one after another, the true fire of the sun spread wantonly in the ancient world, and hundreds of millions of creatures turned into ashes.
At that time, Sanqingyuan was discussing Taoism in Zixiao Palace. When we first entered Kunlun, we were so scared that we hid in Duobao's sleeves, and Anji told us stories to coax us out."
"Yes, I remember it too." Cihang sighed, his eyes a little lonely, he tilted his head and said to Manjusri.
"After all the changes, all that's left now is resentment. Senior brother, is it really difficult to make him fair?"
Manjusri did not answer, but silently helped Cihang fill up the willow tea.
Among the Lich calamities, nothing shocked Honghuang more than the Wu Clan’s Twelve Capitals’ Divine Evil Formation.
The shadow of Pangu is tyrannical, and the giant ax weapon is devastating.
In the world of his own evolution, he can suppress the blood of all things, and tear apart the stars in the sky with a sharp blade. Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun is unable to compete.
This formation is based on the twelve ancestral witches, awakening Pangu's will sleeping in the world, and winning every battle in the calamity. The demon clan, as brilliant as the sun, trembled in front of Pangu and didn't even think about resisting.<
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The overall situation has been decided, and the Wu clan is destined to rule the prehistoric times and all races.
However, before the triumphant return, the ancestral witch Houtu was plotted by heaven, and his body turned into six reincarnations, and was sealed in the dark underworld.
There is a corner missing from the formation of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods. Without the blessing of the thick Tao Yun of the Tu Dao Ancestral Witch, the summoned Pangu shadow instantly dissipated like wind and sand.
For this reason, cultivating unearthed Taoist witches has become an urgent task.
Fortunately, when Hou Tu turned into a saint, he felt something in his heart and condensed his cultivation into a rich blood essence. Any great earth witch who uses it to temper his body can break through and become the thirteenth ancestral witch in up to a hundred years.
The truth was originally an opportunity for the Wu clan to become the overlord of the ancient world, but there was a problem with their choice.
In the Houtu tribe, there were two virtuous and strong men, Hou Yi and Kua Fu.
Their strength is also unpredictable, and there is only a thin line between them and the ancestral witches. In the days when Hou Tu fell, the two witches supported each other and led the tribe out of the most difficult stage, like a torch in the night that gave hope to the witch clan.<
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The talented sorcerer Ling Di Jiang couldn't make a choice, and seeing that there was only a slight difference in his cultivation, he simply divided Hou Tu's essence and blood into two parts, and ordered Hou Yi and Kua Fu to drink them respectively.
He was making a lot of calculations in his mind. Houtu essence and blood were extremely precious, so it would be a pity to take them all together. It would be better to divide them and eat them to create two ancestral witches, so that in the subsequent battles, the demon clan can be slaughtered more smoothly.
As a result, things backfired.
The strength of the two has indeed improved by leaps and bounds. Hou Yi received the inheritance of killing, and the arrows tore through the void were difficult to withstand. Kuafu received the inheritance of defense, and his body was as solid as a wall reaching the sky.
However, it is still just a hair away from becoming an ancestral witch.
For this reason, the Wu Clan tried their best to collect heavenly materials and earthly treasures to find the final opportunity for them to break through.
It's a pity that it took off on the 10th.
Kuafu was forcibly drained of all his strength by the Golden Crow Prince and turned into a peach forest stretching for thousands of miles. Houyi was captured on the Taiyin Star and turned into Wu Gang cutting down trees day and night.
Hou Tu's essence and blood did useless work and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.
In order to protect Pangu Phantom from continuing the war, the ancestral witches could only use their hearts and blood to urge Xingtian to become the thirteenth ancestral witch. However, he practiced the way of killing and could not assist Pangu Phantom like the earth-path ancestral witch.
Standing in the world, the shadow can only hit three axes at most, and then it will dissipate due to the depletion of Qi and blood.
Since then, the lich's strength has been equal again.
Hou Tu’s kindness and Di Jiang’s stupidity are both lessons from the past.
Yuanshi Tianzun has a lively mind and likes to plan the overall situation and wait for opportunities to act. He is not as impulsive as Tongtian.
From the fate of the Wu clan, he saw the method of managing the teachings.
After all, resources are limited. If they are distributed equally like the Imperial River, it will definitely make it difficult for those talented people to get ahead, and those who are mediocre will not want to make progress.
Therefore, we must focus on cultivating disciples with deep foundations and dual cultivation of merit and virtue, and actively provoke fights among disciples.
Ridicule, extortion, harsh criticism, favoritism...these negative emotions will spur people to keep moving forward, and will make them grit their teeth and not move forward.
Because of this, Guangchengzi and Nanji were held in the palm of his hand, while the other disciples were practicing hard in the Shura field full of resentment.
Thinking of this, Manjusri's thoughts were a little complicated.
From a leader's point of view, Yuanshi Tianzun's method is correct. The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao are extremely famous and respected by everyone in the ancient world. Huanglong's common bloodline is even honored by the Dragon Clan of the West Sea.
Of course, he is also responsible. Each of his disciples has famous mountains and rivers as their dojo. The spiritual treasures in their hands are powerful and they shine brilliantly in the Conferring God Tribulation. He also personally demonstrates the method of substitutes to help them successfully survive the calamity, and even sacrifices his face.
Go to the Yellow River Formation to rescue everyone.
Manjusri sighed, unable to mention the resentment towards him in his heart.
He drank the willow tea in one gulp and said, "Don't worry about him. Have you brought everything?"
"That's natural. I'm much more reliable than Samantabhadra." Cihang smiled brightly, and with a flick of his sleeves, dozens of heavenly and earthly treasures fell in front of him, spitting out rich spiritual power on the ground.
His face was full of curiosity, and he asked carefully: "Why do junior brothers want to collect the resources of the Time Dao? These things are in short supply and hard to find, and there are no spells in the teachings to match them."
Manjusri squatted on the ground, carefully sorted out the heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and then took out a pair of red and blue rings from his arms.
"The formation in Mount Wutai has long been outdated. During the inspection a few days ago, a lot of loopholes were discovered. I plan to rearrange it to avoid being touched by young people. Choose the pair of water and fire double rings you like and collect them for me this time.
Remuneration for resources."
Cihang stretched out his white and slender fingers and gently pinched the fire ring. His eyes were filled with joy and he said.
"Junior brother is too generous. This treasure is made with exquisite craftsmanship and profound principles. It should have been forged by the Prime Minister of the South China Sea, Yun Kaishan. Even though it is an acquired spiritual treasure, it is still considered a precious thing. How can it be~
Hey, a bug is here!"
Cihang suddenly put away the ring of fire and stared southward fiercely.
Keng!
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the sky suddenly surged with wind and clouds. A golden hand emitting glowing light descended from the sky, and accurately pinched out a 100-foot-long python in the mountains.
"How dare you come here to act wild."
Cihang scolded in a low voice, and the golden aura turned into a torrent of swords and washed away continuously, cutting the python's body full of holes.
Bang~
The dying python fell on the mountain, and the bright and sharp sword flew out in a circle, trying to kill it. Hundreds of golden beads lingered in the mountains and forests, blocking the retreat.
Unexpectedly, the python did not dodge, but rolled directly on the ground, transforming into a man in red robe and kowtow to salute.
"Junior You He, please give my regards to Senior Manjusri."