The old man surnamed Luo released his spiritual consciousness and noticed that several powerful auras appeared in the range of perception from far to near, and they were approaching quickly.
Just after feeling his breath, I quickly stopped and even flew away faster than when I came.
There is no Danjie monk in the same realm among them, so he can deal with it casually.
But this time, the old man surnamed Luo is not looking for treasure or fighting.
Instead, he accepted the organizational task and came to protect these juniors.
Tao Shen Hui Ji along the way is adhering to the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, and naturally he will not break it easily here.
I saw the old man surnamed Luo taking out a pill from the storage bag, crushing the wax seal, throwing it in a parabola, and landing perfectly in the bloody mouth of the centipede.
The demonic mist spitted out by the golden centipede rose sharply, and its speed suddenly surged, which was comparable to that of the golden-backed demon mantis when it launched at full strength.
After running a thousand and two hundred miles in one breath, the red gold centipede gradually slowed down its speed and landed on the wasteland. It was obviously a little sluggish and no longer active as before.
Somewhat distressed, he put the centipede back into the spirit beast bag. The old man named Luo turned his back to everyone and stopped to look at the surrounding situation.
This time, there was no need for the monk surnamed Yang to remind him. Xie Duanyang and others glanced at each other, distanced themselves with a tacit understanding, each looked for a hillock-like shelter, and looked through the storage bag.
The soft white light of the moonstone lights up the wasteland.
About two or three quarters of an hour later, a group of monks reappeared.
It's just that the clothes have changed drastically. The wide-sleeved robes used by the Yan monks have been replaced by the narrow-sleeved leather robes of the Mulan people, with a style on their heads and leather boots.
Even the storage bag hung at night has been replaced with a leather bag-like style.
These are the precautions that Bee Sting has warned about a long time ago.
Although they have an old relationship with the Tianshui tribe, their scope of influence is limited and they have to deal with other tribes along the way. Their previous attire was too conspicuous.
Some of them have outstanding skills, and their image can be said to have been greatly changed through clever hairstyles, skin colors, and the use of Qi to adjust their muscles.
Except for the fact that Qi is difficult to disguise, the effect is actually not much worse than Qianhuan Sect's Taoism.
The scene was a bit chaotic for a while, and the monk surnamed Yang hurriedly stepped forward to remind him.
"From today on, when everyone communicates with each other, always remember not to speak the language of Tiannan anymore, but to use Mulan language."
After saying this, he looked at the old man surnamed Luo and said, "Please give me the elder's instructions on the following regulations."
The old man snorted and looked impatient.
"Golden Centipede has gone so far, at least it is out of the patrol and detection range of those guys from the Nine Nations Alliance.
I also deliberately chose a remote direction. There are no Mulan tribes within a radius of five or six thousand miles nearby. I shouldn’t encounter much trouble in the short term. I don’t need to be in a hurry..."
After saying that, he shook his sleeves, released the octagonal pavilion, and slowly opened the way forward.
He was eager to stay away before, but changed his attitude after coming in.
Although before coming here, Xie Duanyang and others deliberately learned the language of the Mulan people.
However, there is a huge difference between this kind of cramming learning and learning from childhood.
The next few thousand miles will be a good time for them to adapt to this place.
Almost as soon as the elder Luo left, Xie Duanyang followed him. His reaction was so fast that the monk surnamed Yang couldn't help but take a second look.
"Fellow Taoist, this mount is a real divine horse. It is so real that I am envious of you."
Over the past few days, Yang Mingqing and Xie Duanyang have become quite familiar with each other.
Looking at the black tiger whose body was completely covered with black hair, he hurriedly took two steps forward, and the two of them walked side by side. He couldn't help but praise it with his tongue.
"Qu is just a mortal tiger channeling spirits, so how can he compare to Taoist friend, a wind-neighing horse with a mysterious nature?"
Xie Duanyang glanced at the gray monster with a forehead that was two feet tall, like an ox or a horse, with two horns on its head, and said modestly.
The wind-neighing horse is a monster unique to Mulan Grassland. It is born as the king of horses and has the ability to control the wind when it reaches adulthood.
He hangs out among the wild horses all year round, leading his horses to gallop, which even the monks find difficult to catch.
Among them, those with excellent appearance and bloodline may even be expected to form elixirs.
Except for sects such as Spirit Beast Mountain, Yuling Sect, or the core of direct family inheritance, few monks have any powerful spiritual beasts, which are even rarer than fine magic weapons.
Although nearly half of the fellow Foundation-Building monks have spiritual pets, apart from them, there is only one other person who can be used as a mount.
More, you can only put a flying charm on your body.
Or Kuxixi is like a qi-training monk, using "Light Body Technique", "Wind Control Technique", etc.
Yang Mingwen obviously valued his spiritual beast very much, and Xie Duanyang's words just scratched his itch.
Once this opening was opened, he started talking non-stop, making Xie Duanyang helpless just to deal with him.
While dealing with it, he also did not forget to use the "Hundred Insects Psychic Technique" to communicate with the black tiger under his crotch with his mind and restrain his breath.
Although Fengneima is the king of wild horses, this black tiger is also a fierce beast that dominates the mountain and has a ferocious temperament.
If I hadn't restrained myself, I wouldn't be so content.
The two beasts have the same level of cultivation, but the wind-neighing horse is better at speed, but I haven't heard of any powerful methods in fighting.
And probably because he was domesticated since he was a child, Yang Mingwen's head is less wild and showy.
It was really a fight, and Xie Duanyang felt that at least a few openings should be added.
It was different from when he came. As the sky turned from dark to bright, the old man surnamed Luo had no intention of giving the order to stop.
Instead, it continued on its own for more than half an hour, and did not stop until it got dark.
Qi training disciples have limited mana and can travel no more than four hundred miles a day, otherwise their condition will decline.
Except for a few who were singled out for patrolling and guarding, the rest had no intention of even observing the wilderness.
One after another, they got into the cowhide tents, swallowed pills, or held spiritual stones to restore their spiritual power.
Xie Duanyang is no exception.
His magical power is powerful, not inferior to ordinary pill formation, and he has a black tiger to take care of him.
It's just that you have to use your magic power from time to time along the way to calm and suppress the three vicious magic weapons in the storage bag.
The loss of mana is a trivial matter, but the mind is also slightly tired.
However, as we move away from the junction, the impact is also weakening. It is estimated that it can be ignored in the central area of the wasteland.
His mind sensed that the old man surnamed Luo flew a hundred miles away with his magic weapon to investigate the surrounding situation.
Xie Duanyang, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, quickly raised his hand to draw, threw out the formation flag, and set up a simple formation nearby.
This is one of Xin Ruyin's improvements to the "Inverted Five Elements Formation" over the years. It has cut off almost all the protective power and only retained most of the forbidden spiritual consciousness.
Knowing that time was limited, Xie Duanyang quickly untied his storage bag and took out the tightly sealed "Hundred Ghost Locking Robe".
The bone relics and the blood river flag had been in his hands for a long time. Without the soul to support them, their ferocious nature was greatly reduced, and the strange movements just now were quickly subsided.
Only this object, which was previously a magic weapon of genuine value, reacts the most to the aura of the wasteland.
It's a pity to say that.
Over the past thousands of years, this wasteland has lost countless monks and monks from the Nine Nations Alliance.
But there are not many evil ghosts left, let alone any ghost kings raised.
After all, this is not a Jedi place. The monks from both sides come here every few years to start a war. They will not let this place change, or the demonic monks secretly collect souls to practice magic.
Without a physical body, no matter how high your cultivation level was during your lifetime, it would be extremely easy to kill you.
Only the evil spirit that is difficult to discern with the naked eye but is real remains.
"It seems that it is best to simply sacrifice it."
As early as on the road, Xie Duanyang had already thought carefully about it and threw the red Luotian furnace and the ghost robe into the furnace.
Originally, the Baigui Yinsuo Robe was harmful to heaven's virtue, and its origin was erroneous, so he would rather shelve it than refine it.
But now, I can only give it a try.
It is not easy for the Danjie monks to erase the imprint of the original owner of the magic weapon and then refine the aura of their own magic power.
What's more, it's Xie Duanyang who missed the last crucial step.
Fortunately, he didn't really want to refine it, and he had two professional tools at hand, so he had the confidence.
"Fire."
Xie Duanyang muttered quietly and released dozens of fire crows.
Unlike their counterparts who are covered in black feathers and whose bodies are full of fire, these guys' eyes and feathers are faintly green, and their auras are much weirder.
Without the need for him to control it, they consciously took their positions, arranged their formations, and guarded the furnace cauldron.
Back on the battlefield of Jinguyuan, he personally killed the disciples of the Demon Flame Sect and condensed the Qingyang Demonic Fire they cultivated.
Relying on its inheritance from the ancient Golden Crow bloodline, the demon fire has the same origin as the Qingyang demon fire, and it has Xie Duanyang's guidance.
Over the years, the original Qingyang Demonic Fire had been devoured by dozens of fire crows, and merged with its own demonic fire, undergoing a completely different transformation.
Once the formation of the fire crows was complete, a cluster of green flames emerged from the Red Luo Heavenly Furnace, burning quietly under the Baigui Yinsuo robe.
Qingyang Demon Fire and Netherworld Ghost Fire are both superior techniques of the Demon Flame Sect, so they naturally have something in common.
It's just that the Qingyang Demonic Fire, which originates from the Golden Crow True Fire, is still domineering, while the Netherworld Ghost Fire is more sinister. Once it gets involved, it's difficult to get rid of it.
Once the Qingyang Demonic Fire comes out, the Baigui Yin Locking Robe can no longer be quiet.
The faces above appeared one after another, causing the Baigui Yinsuo robe to surge wildly.
The screams of ghosts are about to start.
However, Xie Duanyang had already expected this, raised his hand to cast a sound-isolating spell, and then unhurriedly grabbed another object and poured his magic power into it.
Glazed light lamp.
Xie Duanyang held the lamppost in his hand and tilted it slightly, and the stream of red gold fire poured down like water, pouring onto the Baigui Suoyin Robe from top to bottom.
When it comes to dealing with such evil creatures, this treasure is still the most effective one.
The Baigui Suoyin Robe rolled and struggled, trying to find a way out, but unfortunately there was Buddha flame above and demon fire below.
No matter what happens, it is not something Wu Zhu’s Hundred Ghost Clothes can deal with.
It seems that the boundaries are clear, but it creates a cage with nowhere to escape.
The hundred ghosts who originally felt the evil spirit and were aroused retreated into their robes unwillingly.
However, after all this tossing, the ghosts imprisoned in it disappeared a lot, and the appearance of the robes deteriorated a little.
Some of them were purified into pure Yin Qi by the lamp flames, and some were plundered by the Qingyang Demonic Fire that was sacrificed by the Fire Crow. At the same time, while increasing the power of the Demonic Fire, it also fed back the cultivation of the Fire Crow.
Seeing Baigui Suoyin's robe return to calmness, Xie Duanyang breathed a sigh of relief, temporarily removed the glazed light lamp, and made a move with ease.
The robe paused for a moment, then slowly fell down, wrapped around his body, and returned to its original appearance.
Only inside and outside, there is an extra green fire crow and six Sanskrit patterns.
Xie Duanyang knew in his heart that this was just a show-off.
Apart from the toughness of the material of the magic weapon itself, there is no way to provide yourself with additional protection.
But anyway, that was not his original purpose. After releasing his spiritual consciousness to detect it in detail, he carefully put away his robe, furnace and cauldron.
The sacrificial refining process went much smoother than expected, and the old man surnamed Luo has not returned yet.
Xie Duanyang, who had solved all the hidden dangers, breathed out his breath and could finally relax and think about other things.
The glazed light lamp had been in his hands for some time. After the limelight of Heishan's murder had passed, he secretly took it out and studied it several times.
It cannot be said that there is no gain.
This lamp uses relics as the wick. Sometimes when mana and spiritual thoughts are injected into it, some fragmentary information will be vaguely revealed in the controller's sea of consciousness.
Although there are one or two words in it, it seems that there are some magical powers involved.
But the whole thing is still messy and confusing, and it doesn’t make a chapter.
Most of them are autobiographies of life and travels.
It would be fanciful to try to piece together any secret skills from them.
I don’t know if it’s because the person who controls this lamp is not from the original method, or because this lamp has suffered some irreparable damage during the passing of its inheritance.
Xie Duanyang is no exception.
Although he possesses the Taixu Mirror, part of his ability to deduce this object is based on his own cultivation and understanding.
Although because of "Ming Wang Jue", Xie Duanyang consciously collected information on Buddhist techniques.
It's just that Tiannan is a Buddhist desert, and he doesn't have much energy to spend time there.
The method involved in the glazed light lamp is obviously extremely brilliant.
Based on the current situation, if we really wanted to deduce it completely, I'm afraid it would take more than two hundred years.
By then, I'm afraid he would have already formed a Nascent Soul.
The time spent on transporting the glazed light lantern today and the level of concentration invested were better than before.
There are also more words received.
Based on the information obtained previously, as well as Xie Duanyang's speculation on the origin of Monk Dadian, we can vaguely see something.
"Dajin, Mingzhou, Randen Buddha Sect, Baoguang..."
Recalling the information obtained from the relics, Xie Duanyang thought to himself.
As soon as he saw the word "Da Jin", he knew that the origin of monk Da Dian was indeed the same as what he had guessed before, and he was indeed inseparable from Da Jin, the holy land of immortality in the human world.
And it seems that his origin is quite extraordinary.
Buddhism is generally weak in the human world, but it is still prosperous in the Jin Dynasty, with four major Buddhist sects.
Each of the four major Buddhist sects has been passed down from ancient times and can be said to have a long history.
Each has at least one monk from the late Nascent Soul stage in charge, which is no less impressive than Confucianism and Taoism.
The Randen Buddhist Sect seems to be one of them, along with Leiyin Temple, Jinghuo Sect, etc.
Since it is named after "burning lamps", it is no wonder that monk Dadian used lamps as a magic weapon to protect his way.
"Since the Ran Deng Buddhist Sect is one of the four major Buddhist sects, don't you think it should also have the inheritance of "Ming Wang Jue"?"
Xie Duanyang stroked his chin and thought silently.