"Sky Eye Technique" is a method of looking at the qi of the door. Not only can the mana aura be seen, but other spiritual powers and vitality can also be seen.
Evil spirits are naturally no exception, but ordinary people's "clairvoyance skills" cannot see them so comprehensively.
Jingu was originally located on the border between Yue and Cheqi Kingdoms. It was originally an ancient battlefield and had been the site of countless battles in history.
Only later, when the cultivating sects grew bigger and the rough boundaries between each other were established, did the battles become less intense than before.
And when the Demonic Dao and the Three Kingdoms chose this place, the evil spirit of war that had been brewing for thousands or even tens of thousands of years began to emerge.
"When fighting in a place like this, except for monks like the Ghost Spirit Sect who practice certain special skills, I'm afraid everyone will be suppressed in a subtle way!"
Feeling the majestic evil energy that was mixed and impure, but almost reaching the sky, Xie Duanyang murmured to himself.
But soon, he shook his head again.
Although the "All Spirits Manual" did not unlock much for him, what was revealed was enough for him to have a general understanding of its techniques.
It’s true that the Ghost Spirit Sect is good at exorcising ghosts and conquering monsters. In a place like this, maybe we can really use some strength.
But after all, it is not suitable for this kind of military evil, and it is not even possible to say that the force of the impact will be stronger.
One by one, it's almost even.
As for those who can truly thrive here...
Xie Duanyang lowered his head and looked at his right hand.
A four-inch-long snow-white flying knife slowly formed in the palm of my hand.
The flying knife trembled slightly, seeming to echo the evil energy in the Golden Drum Plain.
White Tiger's Seven Kills!
This magical power is naturally in harmony with Bingsha, and there is almost no need for Xie Duanyang to specifically activate it, just a change of mind.
The flying knife can’t wait to show off.
And...
Xie Duanyang could vaguely sense that this flying knife condensed purely with mana was still continuously absorbing the thin evil spirit floating in the air.
In addition to strengthening himself, he even gave Xie Duanyang some vague insights.
It is very similar to the one in the Seven Kills Monument, but it is far less obvious and violent.
Shaking his head, he spat out a small amount of force, causing the flying knife to collapse and disappear.
This is not a good place to practice, and even if you try, the evil spirit in Jinguyuan is much stronger than here.
However.
This incident made Xie Duanyang's evaluation of "The Seven Kills of the White Tiger" even higher.
There are quite a few alchemy monks gathered in Jinguyuan at this time, and there are even a few Yuanying old monsters who are hiding deep.
Not to mention that this place has been here for who knows how many years, but no one has ever used the weapons or weapons collected here to practice magic.
It means that they are either unable to do this, or the gains outweigh the losses, and the efforts they expend are not worth the gains.
"White Tiger's Seven Kills" does not need to be activated, it can increase its power by itself.
Such a comparison highlights its extraordinary features.
But think about it, this was left by an ancient monk who didn’t know how many years ago. The other party’s handiwork had been placed under the Yellow Maple Valley for who knows how many years, but it hadn’t been discovered by the old monster Nascent Soul here.
On the contrary, it is more consistent with cognition.
"I wonder what it will look like after completing the 'Seven Kills of White Tiger' together?"
Xie Duanyang thought in his mind, put away all his skills, suppressed them at the 13th level of perfect Qi training, and used the "Wind Control Technique" to float down from the mountain peak.
He has been observing for long enough, and it is almost time to leave.
The Three Kingdoms of Purple and Gold are fighting fiercely with the Six Demonic Sects. Even though this place is located at the rear, it is still not very safe.
Those who escort supplies to Jinguyuan are either monks from the seven sects or major families.
Even when playing with young people, there are five or six people in a team, so they can take care of each other. There is no such thing as being alone like him.
He alone is too eye-catching, so it’s best to find someone to sneak in.
Just in time, there happens to be a suitable target below.
The number of people in the team is not too large or too small, with a total of sixteen people.
But the strength is not weak, and the foundation building and qi training are half and half.
Although there is only one monk in the middle stage, the Qi training monks are all around the twelfth or thirteenth level.
From the robes on his body, the aura of his magical weapons, as well as the storage bag and spirit beast bag on his waist, it can be seen that he is much richer than ordinary monks.
With just one glance, Xie Duanyang was able to roughly determine that they were not coming here on a mission from seven factions, but a coalition of four or five families.
He knew his position accurately, and happened to see Xie Duanyang alone just as they turned a mountain pass.
A middle-aged man at the head raised his arm, and the remaining fifteen people stopped immediately.
His eyes swept over Xie Duanyang's body. After feeling his cultivation, the big man relaxed a lot and asked loudly.
"Which fellow Taoist is in front of you?"
Seeing so many people at once, Xie Duanyang hurriedly stepped back ten feet, pressed his palms to the storage bag, and looked at each other warily.
But soon his expression relaxed, and a pleasing smile appeared on his face.
"I don't know which seniors came to greet Zhang Tie from Wumayu!"
With that said, Xie Duanyang removed his palm from the storage bag, took out the document he had been preparing for a long time and presented it to him.
"It turns out he is a junior of the Zhang family, and I have also heard of Daoist friend Zhang."
After hurriedly browsing the document, the big man handed it to the handsome female cultivator next to him. His expression became more relaxed and he asked casually.
"But why are you the only one here at Jinguyuan?
It’s not peaceful here lately!”
Even if he doesn't say anything, Xie Duanyang will still lead him to talk.
What's more, the big man had already stood up first, and Xie Duanyang immediately hit the snake on the stick, showing a bitter look.
"Originally, I made an appointment with several fellow disciples from Spirit Beast Mountain to come together, but I was a few days late to collect the goods and missed the time.
I wonder how many seniors can give me a ride?"
Without waiting for the big man or other foundation-building monks to speak, Xie Duanyang already handed over several talismans and bottles of pills needed for the Qi training period.
It's not worth many spiritual stones, but if it's just used as travel expenses, the value is beyond that.
"Looking at you, you are from Spirit Beast Mountain. You are a disciple of some fellow Taoist. I know a lot of people in Spirit Beast Mountain."
After taking the things and giving them to the junior Qi practitioners who were traveling with him, an old man next to the big man asked with a smile.
"My junior's qualifications are average. I haven't been chosen by any of my seniors, and I don't have many friends in the sect."
Xie Duanyang scratched his head, showing a look of embarrassment.
"I've had several dealings with Senior Brother Zhong Wu before, but unfortunately I heard that the spiritual mine he was guarding was attacked by a demon kid a few months ago, and he unfortunately died.
By the way, there is also Master Han Yunzhi. I am not familiar with Master Han.
But I have met his brother a few times, but it's a pity..."
Knowing that the other party was testing his origins, Xie Duanyang took his time and slowly spoke out the words he had prepared.
As he spoke, he did not forget to pat the spirit beast bag and release two fire crows to verify his words.