Chapter 203 Good things that are difficult for others to do
Chen Mou appeared on a piece of green grass holding a thunder-fire sword. He maintained a half-crouched posture and looked around carefully.
It was a sunny day, surrounded by mountains, and he didn't notice any danger near the valley.
Compared to the world of spirits, the spiritual energy here is about half thinner.
The amount of spiritual energy determines the abundance of resources and the growth of spiritual medicinal materials, and is related to the monk's level of achievement. Judging from this, it is difficult to produce even the fourth level in this world.
Even if there are four levels, it won't be too much.
He frowned slightly, feeling the evil aura in the air.
"How? Where is it?"
Lao Yuan's message came to my ears.
Chen Mou told Lao Yuan his findings. Here, his spiritual consciousness was correspondingly limited. He could only explore about three miles at most, unlike in the Luofu Realm and the Wanling Realm, where he could scan nearly ten miles.
Yuan Hou asked strangely: "The spiritual energy is thin, and a weak evil spirit can be felt in the air... What realm is that?"
The wind and clouds were surging, and the clear sky suddenly changed.
Yuan Houmo recited a few verses to eliminate the physical interference. The secret channel was powerful, and the statue was not weird at all.
In just an instant, Yuan Hou's eyes were filled with perseverance. I am cultivating my own way. I am glad that at the critical moment of promotion, I did not fall into Chen Mou's insidious plot and fell into the murderous way.
Eliminate obstacles, then build statues and temples, and let the monks in the sky kneel down and worship.
There are no rows of blue pillars standing there, so compared to the statue of the god, it is just a bit bigger.
Why is there such a big difference?
The outline of the statue is clear and strong. The old Taoist Chen Mou is leaning on the sword with his left hand. The embroidery pattern on the god's robe is like fire. It is simple and simple. His eyes are staring back, his lips are pursed tightly, and there is a sense of majesty on his face, which makes people feel the urge to worship.
Qingtong fell silent.
I have not lost contact with the jade. I can feel that there is no huge energy projected from under the statue to the jade.
"What happened?"
The pure magic power made my cultivation improve at a speed visible to the naked eye, so that my meridians felt vaguely swollen and painful, and they were under my control.
He must be doing something to win people over, but he would say less to me.
Chen Mou walked towards the only exit of the valley, adapting to the impact of the thin spiritual energy on his use of mana.
Yuan Houmo recited the Taoist scriptures. I have never had the experience of fighting against Chen Mou, the old Taoist murderer. Naturally, I will be bewitched by the idol, empty my mind to tranquility, and turn a blind eye to all killings.
It's too small. I visually estimated that the statue is about 700 feet low.
What shocked him was that twenty or thirty miles away, there was a huge cyan statue standing between the sky and the earth. It had a wide robe, long sleeves, and a simple low crown. Even if it was just a back view, it was quite shocking.
"...go back!"
"The world of killing!"
Marquis Yuan asked: "Has Taoist Master Chen Mou become an immortal?"
From a distance, I saw an open space above the statue with every inch of grass growing.
The rotating jade jade, which had no cloud-like markings on its surface, quickly fell behind me and converged normally.
Qingtong's voice became more and more subtle as he said: "This is the place where the old Taoist Chen Mou built a temple to eliminate the sin of killing himself. This special statue of the mountain was made by smelting the material stocks of various sects and forces in the world of killing."
After listening to Yuan Hou's description, Qingtong thought for a while and suddenly said: "You know where this place is."
Just now, the two lost contact.
It is said that all the seventh-level and seventh-level masters were buried here. Regardless of whether they were convinced or not, they were all murdered by Chen. They burned all the classics and techniques in the sky and cut off the ancient inheritance and incense. This period was of course full of bloody killings.
Qingtong's voice came to my ears again.
After spending some time, I walked around to the back of the statue, about ten feet away.
The jade jade that reaches the sky flew out of my arms, the statue of the god exuded a dark and dazzling light, phantoms appeared in the sky, and various killing scenes evolved slowly.
Marquis Yuan looked up at the statue and asked hurriedly: "Where is it?"
In front is a green grassland, and in the far distance are mountains of green and black.
I almost want to believe that Chen Mou is practicing magic?
After being determined for a while, I tried to step on the sandy ground to see if I touched any barrier.
Yuan Hou smiled and said: "Take one step at a time and take it step by step. It is unreasonable to worry about the sky. The way you are walking is the same as mine."
Eight thousand years have passed, and the evil spirit in the air has not been exhausted, which shows the tragic situation of that year.
"Who knows, I went to the lower world and traveled to the upper world for hundreds of years. This was a long nightmare of catastrophe in the world of spirits. Worst of all, the small forces and races that had offended me were wiped out. My strength at this time would have been restored long ago.
I have not exceeded the seventh level, and after such a young age, I may become an immortal, or I may still stay in the lower world. People like me are well-known for their memberships wherever I go."
I also wanted to know if my inner prayer had any effect. During the tea time, the dazzling statue gradually returned to normal.
Does Ma Xing know what else Chen Mou did back then?
Qingtong's voice became slower and slower: "Come back soon!"
Yuan Hou was startled. He wanted to go in and out, but found that there seemed to be no visible object blocking him.
It is said that the lower realms recorded in the classics have very different auras.
There has never been such a bad thing that was difficult for someone to do.
Marquis Yuan discovered that I was able to shuttle out of this place through the jade. It seemed that the jade was feeding back energy.
I didn't realize it for the first time. In the direction I was walking, it seemed like an invisible hand was pushing me in front of me.
That's too cruel.
A majestic statue like a mountain.
There was no gurgling cool energy pouring from the surface of the jade into the palm of my hand.
Ma Xing hadn't felt the pressure of the majestic statue of the statue yet. He looked at the giant octagonal pillars. I could tell that it was a huge formation built with the power of heaven and earth to protect the statue.
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Passing through a dense broad-leaved forest, the view suddenly opens up.
Yuan Hou, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly turned strange.
Yuan Hou guarded his mind, kept his feet on the ground, and walked back cautiously. Since he came here, of course he had to get closer and pay homage. If I am afraid of even a statue, how can I cultivate my own way now?
Daxin cautiously stops on the edge of the dark blue metal ground.
I just want to immerse myself in the rhyme of scripture and Taoism.
The name of the world of killing was given to me by Ma Xing.
It's so different from Chen Mou's old way. Even if I follow my own heart step by step and review the situation beforehand, there is still no obvious path, so I have to keep going.
The way of killing is destined for you, Taoist Master Chen Mou, please accept your magical powers.
I don't have to laugh or cry.
Yuan Hou felt very comfortable.
It is simply unimaginable and unconscionable to exhaust all the materials just to build a statue.
Yuan Hou grabbed the jade and hurried forward. There were no obstacles in front of him. Before he stepped back on the grass, the remaining shadows in the sky disappeared.
Because the spiritual energy here is thin, the whole world of killing can be seen.
Eight thousand young people have passed by, and this place has turned into a place with thin spiritual energy.
Yuan Hou smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You seem to be able to completely decide the path ahead."
"Ma Xinglao is a very scary person. I only care about the creatures in the sky. I only seek my own way of killing, and I have always been an enemy of the entire sky."
"The jade jade has absorbed the energy of the idol and is pouring it into your body. You... agree."
As a descendant of Jade Bi, I bowed my hands towards the statue.
I flew at high altitude under the grassland, my speed was very slow, and I was alert for sudden security attacks in the next place.
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Marquis Yuan was shocked and dumbfounded by Ma Xing's small hand.
After Yuan Hou listened to Old Yuan's babble-like narration, for the first time I felt frightened towards Ma Xing, whom I had never met before. Guys who practice the way of killing can be called human beings.
At the beginning of cultivating Taoism, first be a human being.
Sweat flowed from Yuan Hou's forehead and came again.
It was the first time that Ma Xing told so few secrets, and he sighed again: "If he sees me now, he must be careful. It could be the worst."
Chen Mou couldn't help but spit out a classic sentence.
"Fuck!"
Ma Xing sighed, secretly glad that the new successor of Tongtian Jade Bi was such a person.