It is said that the earliest Taoism comes from three sources: Huang Lao, wizards and alchemists, and the Book of Changes.
Now it seems to Tao Xiaowu that this actually makes sense!
The method of sacrificing the Thunder Pill requires the use of the power of the sun.
Of course, you can also use the power of the gods to do it!
For example, it is enshrined on the incense table and used for worship with the help of the divine power of incense.
Of course, you can also directly ask the power of the gods to bless the magic weapon.
But the world is different, Tao Xiaowu can only use witchcraft and borrow the power of the gods to try.
It’s just that I don’t know if the danger is dangerous this time...
Thinking of the malicious ghosts and gods he encountered when he was practicing witchcraft in the past, Tao Xiaowu felt a little nervous.
However, today is different from the past. Tao Xiaowu is somewhat able to protect himself.
We have also prepared enough sacrifices. The ghosts and gods who want to invite them will not continue to deal with him after discovering that Tao Xiaowu is not an easy persimmon, right?
This is like those guys who are preparing to take advantage of you while trading with you, but find that you are on guard and have strong power. If you are trying to take advantage of others, it is very likely that they will not succeed, but will suffer losses instead.
I guess you’ll give up your plan of taking advantage of others, right?
Of course, the reason why Tao Xiaowu made up his mind to do this was because he was somewhat stimulated.
Thinking that he was like a mountain ghost facing a formidable enemy, Qiu Shan was able to deal with it so easily.
Tao Xiaowu felt that he should take some risks and pursue more powerful power!
He thought this way, hoping that the ghosts and gods he encountered could calm down.
Just when Tao Xiaowu was distracted for a moment, the witchcraft ritual had been completed. Tao Xiaowu was in a trance, as if his consciousness had reached an inexplicable space.
The wind was blowing loudly, sand and rocks were flying, and a fishy smell seemed to hit my face.
"This is……"
Tao Xiaowu was slightly dazed, and felt something was not good. He seemed to have smelled this smell before.
I could vaguely see the shadow of a huge creature appearing in the yellow mist that was like a sandstorm.
Tao Xiaowu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was already screaming in his heart.
How could we communicate with this god again? Bad luck, bad luck!
I didn’t communicate with Qiyou this time!
However, although he couldn't see clearly, Tao Xiaowu had already seen the shadow of a huge snake in the thick yellow mist.
Without any hesitation, Tao Xiaowu began to fly back.
He has not forgotten at all that when he first learned witchcraft, he communicated with this ghost wizard, but he stared at him maliciously and almost swallowed him!
Before the figure of the giant snake in the mist was clearly visible, Tao Xiaowu's consciousness had already retreated on his own initiative, interrupting the witchcraft.
Consciousness returned to the body like a tide. However, unexpectedly, as Tao Xiaowu's consciousness returned, a huge force surged in!
Ice-cold, gloomy, yet somewhat profound power descended as Tao Xiaowu's consciousness returned.
"This is divine power... My witchcraft ritual was successful and I borrowed the power of this Qiyou!" Tao Xiaowu was slightly stunned.
I never expected that I would take the initiative to retreat and force the ceremony to end, but I would successfully borrow the power of this ghostly magical tour!
The witchcraft medicine in the small bronze cauldron quickly turned into ashes at this moment, but the rich smoke did not disperse. It condensed into a hazy snake shadow composed of smoke above the mouth of the cauldron.
Tao Xiaowu didn't care to think about it, and stretched out his hand, and the snake shadow formed by the smoke immediately swooped down and flew into the twelve thunder pills that were sprayed in the box in front of him.
The box is covered with brocade and has wooden partitions.
However, this thunder pill is not very stable and can easily explode when hit. So it needs to be stored very carefully!
As the snake shadow turned into smoke, it pounced on the thunder pills, and the smoke suddenly dispersed, as if it had penetrated into these thunder pills.
There seemed to be a faint brilliance flashing on the thunder pill!
"The sacrifice was successful!"
An inexplicable and complicated light flashed in Tao Xiaowu's eyes!
"That mountain ghost was a subordinate of Uncle Gui Hengting, a ghost servant of the Yin Division. He was killed by Qiu Shan so easily. I thought things would not be so simple.
I am actually preparing these thunder pills for sacrifice!"
Tao Xiaowu said to himself in a collapsed voice.
However, if you really anger Uncle Hengting and the Yinsi, how effective can these thunder pills be?
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Hengxia City, in Leyang Palace.
The joy is too short, and the long-term happiness is not yet young.
The girl in light gauze shows off her curves, is charming and dances cheerfully.
The maids were like butterflies wearing only white footwear, stepping on the smooth wooden floor that reflected human figures, and brought all kinds of fine wines and delicacies like flowing water.
A huge copper cauldron was placed on the fire. The cauldron was already boiling. A man's head was rolling up and down in the boiling water, but he was not dead yet, screaming at the top of his lungs.
A smell that is extremely fragrant to ghosts and gods spreads out from the cauldron, making people salivate.
On the other side, there was also a person who was placed on top of the flames and grilled directly. The burning fat rolled down onto the charcoal fire.
Those who were being grilled also kept screaming, but no one paid any attention to them.
There were even chefs in short clothes holding sharp knives, directly cutting off slices of roasted meat, smearing it with spices, and delivering it to the tables in front of the ghosts and gods feasting in the hall.
Scenes like this are commonplace in the Leyang Palace in this sprawling city.
Since ancient times, there have been many instances of ghosts and gods feasting and feasting on human blood!
However, at this time, there was an attendant wearing a short crown, quickly walked into the lobby from the side, and whispered something in the ear of the ghost uncle Hengting who was sitting at the head.
The expression of the ghost uncle Hengting remained unchanged, but the hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.
Then he calmly put the wine in the cup to his mouth and drank it in one gulp, and then said calmly: "Since the two mountain ghosts under me have died, someone must be buried with them!
Go and throw that Wu Cheng into hell!"
This understatement made the attendant tremble involuntarily.
The cruelty of Hell is extremely terrifying!
All ghosts who are sent to hell will suffer the pain of being burned by fire forever and will never be freed.
"That thing..." the attendant couldn't help but ask.
"Something? What something?"
The ghost uncle of Hengting gave the attendant a cold look, almost as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
I immediately knew in my heart that I had said the wrong thing!