Chapter 802: Supernatural powers turn the tide, musicians and demons
The Blood Lama advanced very quickly, and the resistance he encountered became stronger and stronger. Because this guy was too domineering, he would either be transformed directly or die, and he would never accept the middle ground.
Even if there are some people who think that the Blood Lama is too strong and want to take refuge, the Blood Lama will only give them these two paths. Therefore, between life and death, most people choose to fight to the death.
Resist it.
This resulted in sects, large and small, either migrating in a hurry, dying in battle standing, or surviving on their knees.
Qin Yang mingled on the front line, taking the opportunity to search everywhere for books that could not be obtained outside.
Knowledge is power. In his opinion, no resource can compare to these classics.
This is the path he chose, the path to gain authority.
It's different from Blood Lama and Emperor Ying.
The Blood Lama's choice maximized his advantages. After he transformed all the creatures in the world, he naturally gained the authority of Nianhai.
Emperor Ying's choice was to rely on his strength to suppress everything by force, and he could be said to have taken the path of proving the Tao through force. This was the most difficult, but it could also be said to be the simplest. It all depended on his strength.
Qin Yang's choice was completely different, from another perspective that was more suitable for him.
If everything in the entire sea of thoughts is regarded as the authority of the gods.
This authority is dispersed throughout the world.
Then knowledge is completely integrated into it, cannot be embodied, but involves everyone, and is the core foundation.
People with stronger and rarer knowledge are the people with more power in this world.
Just like the former Dream Master, he mastered some of the most powerful knowledge in this world, and he mastered it completely alone. To complete the final control, Emperor Ying had to kill the Dream Master back then.
Qin Yang now wants to take advantage of the chaos to get more books and master more knowledge.
Not only to find a way to resolve the Withering Heart Curse, but also to try to seize the power of the world from another angle without being discovered by Emperor Ying and the Blood Lama.
Dig out all the foundations from the roots.
Even though this road seems to be the most difficult, it is currently the most suitable for Qin Yang.
Qin Yang stood in a sect's garrison. There were traces of blood and fire everywhere. The people here had either escaped, died, or been transformed.
After walking out of this sect's scripture collection pavilion, I packed up all the classics here and took away all the stone tablets and other things that recorded things.
If you really can’t take it with you, you have to complete the entry on the spot.
Outside the gate, several monsters broke in, and Qin Yang escaped into the void silently, without letting him come into contact with the lackeys of the Blood Lama's sect.
After leaving this sect, Qin Yang continued to the next stop.
When they arrived at their destination, demonic fires were burning in this alien gathering place, countless creatures were screaming inside, and countless screams suddenly stopped.
A master with demonic intent all over his body and a ferocious face, but glowing with dark golden Buddha light, stood in the sky and blocked the only way out for those people with an expressionless face.
No one can come out alive except those who surrender.
Qin Yang looked at this scene from a distance, it was different from what he had encountered before.
The methods of those who have been transformed before may be rough, but not so cruel. What the Blood Lama wants is not their lives, but to transform them, which in turn will feed him back, making him a better person.
powerful.
What the Blood Lama needs is the worship of all living beings, so that all living beings in the world can recite his name so that he can become a Buddha and become an ancestor.
Even if he kills all the creatures in the world, he still won't be able to achieve his goal.
In the gathering place shrouded in demonic fire, the Zang Taoist priest stood in front of an old man from a foreign race with a very different aura.
"I can help you leave the last fire, but I need all your classics and all your most secret records."
The alien old man's face was ashen, but the dirty Taoist priest didn't feel much.
Since he knew that he was actually dead, his biggest obsession was gone and he had no regrets in life.
As a preacher, all he can do is burn his last strength, burst out his last spark, and die in the most wonderful way.
He actually didn't know very well why Qin Yang wanted to spread the news, but he helped him do it.
Now, he is not too clear about why Qin Yang is so obsessed with the classics here. He is so obsessed with eating and drinking that he would carry any junk classics into his arms. He was even almost discovered by the Blood Lama's people because of a travel diary.
All he can do is help.
Qin Yang didn't want people to notice him, but he didn't have a good reputation as a dirty Taoist priest, so he didn't care whether he would be noticed.
Just like the current behavior, which was like taking advantage of others' misfortune, he didn't care at all.
Because the other party, like him, can only exist alive in the sea of thoughts. In fact, in the real world, their ashes may be gone.
After the foreign old man was silent for a long time, he seemed to be discouraged. He waved his hand and the entrance to a cave appeared behind him.
There are many stone tablets inside, and everything about their clan is recorded on the stone walls. All the classics and secrets are here.
The dirty Taoist priests went in and took away everything, and also took away the alien fire.
He can't save everyone. If everyone escapes together, everyone will die together or be transformed together.
The old alien man also knew this very well.
The dirty Taoist priest rushed out of the Demon Fire Siege, and the Dharma Protector General instantly stopped in front of the dirty Taoist priest.
The moment bursts of Sanskrit sounds emerged, they turned into demonic sounds and filled the ears, rushing towards the Zang Taoist priest crazily. Dark golden divine light bloomed behind him like a peacock opening its tail.
The aura of the Dharma Protector General rose straight up. In the Buddha's light, a phantom of the Buddha wearing a high hat sat on the lotus platform, making the Dharma Protector General's aura rise again.
In the blink of an eye, the aura of this Dharma Protector General crossed over to the extreme of Dharmakaya and reached the realm of Half-step Master.
The dirty Taoist priest was wearing a dirty Taoist robe, which was blown by the strong wind. He looked at the familiar face of the other party, clasped his hands and saluted.
"When you still have your own ego, I respect you as a man. I know you should have tried your best, so I will also try my best to give you a ride. Please don't hold back, and you must fight with all your strength.
Take action if you want to kill me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dirty Taoist priest's abdomen was pierced by a beam of light, and a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl appeared.
Thousands of palms flew out from the body-protecting divine light of the Dharma-protecting General, and continuously struck at the dirty Taoist priests.
The protective divine light on the Zang Taoist priest's body shattered and dissipated in the blink of an eye. His physical body was on the verge of collapse, but it still did not collapse.
Countless dark golden palms descended from the sky and blasted the dirty Taoist priest into the ground.
The ground was like a rippled lake, with shock waves spreading in all directions.
After more than ten breaths, countless palms dissipated, the earth stopped shaking, and the dust slowly fell.
The original mountain top has disappeared, leaving only a huge crater that stretches for more than ten miles.
At the bottom of the huge pit, the dirty Taoist priest was embedded in the crystal-like pit. His clothes were torn, and all the bones in his body seemed to have been shattered. He was no longer human.
It appears to be dead.
Suddenly, his mouth opened slightly and he took a gentle breath, his voice as thin as a mosquito.
"Strive...to pull...crazy..."
One word at a time, when he chanted the third word, his non-human body squirmed quickly and returned to normal.
He stood at the bottom of the pit, his waist arched, his right hand clasped on his left waist, and phantoms of his hands kept flying out of his body, flying to the center of his right hand.
Before a phantom of his hand flew out, the injuries on his body recovered even more.
When countless palms came together, a long black knife automatically condensed out of his empty right hand.
The last beam of light flew out from his abdomen and merged into the long knife. Zang Taoist priest's injuries completely recovered, and the black long knife held in his right hand suddenly burst into dazzling light.
The terrifying aura, like an erupting volcano, turned into a pillar of light and soared into the sky.
The dirty Taoist priest roared, roared, and pronounced the last word.
"Lan!"
With one slash of the sword, everything around him seemed to be frozen. The Zang Taoist held the sword and slashed the protector god head-on.
In the blink of an eye, the dirty Taoist priest appeared behind the opponent, and the black long knife in his hand shattered and disappeared.
The guardian general, his physical body, the divine light behind him, and the phantom of the Buddha emerging from the divine light were all torn apart from the middle.
Black light burst out from the cracks, and everything belonging to the protector general was constantly falling apart.
The dirty Taoist priest turned around and bowed his hands.
"This is a magical power that I have perfected recently. I call it turning the tide. It is like using your own power to give you a lift."
The divine light behind the protector shattered, and the phantom of the Buddha in the divine light also shattered. His eyes regained a glimmer of his own. He smiled with difficulty and raised his hands.
"Thank you."
As soon as the word fell, the body was shattered and the spirit and form were destroyed.
The dirty Taoist priest glanced in another direction, turned around, rubbed oil on his feet and ran away.
Qin Yang, who was hiding in the distance, was shocked. He thought the dirty Taoist priest would be killed instantly when he came up.
Who would have thought that this guy would have such a magical power.
After the thought fell, Qin Yang didn't think much and quickly followed him. Didn't that look tell him to follow?
After chasing for a long time and galloping nearly ten thousand miles, the dirty Taoist priest finally stopped.
He looked back and dropped a storage ring.
"Give it to you."
Qin Yang walked out of the void, grabbed the storage ring, took a look at it, and couldn't help but glance at the dirty Taoist priest with some doubts.
"Don't look at it. Who doesn't know about your little tricks? It's just that it's too chaotic now and no one notices you. I can help you get what you want.
If one day I also fall into the hands of that evil monk, how about you kill me and settle the deal?"
Qin Yang thought about it, something seemed wrong, but he still agreed first.
"good."
"I'm leaving first. That evil monk was killed by me as a general, plus a trace of spiritual projection. He won't let it go."
The dirty Taoist priest dropped a word and disappeared again in an instant.
Qin Yang scratched his head, quite confused.
Is this dirty Taoist priest cold on the outside and hot on the inside? He looks out of tune and unreliable, but in fact he is just like him, a man who is eager for justice and justice?
"Hey, wait a minute, we have a deal ahead of us."
"Can't forget."
I couldn't see him, I could only hear his voice coming from a distance.
Qin Yang smacked his lips. It's a pity that he forgot to ask if he could teach others the magical power called Turning the Tide.
His physical training is quite good, and he also has powerful recovery methods. He should be able to take more beatings than the dirty Taoist priests. It would be great if he could learn his magical powers.
Open the storage ring and start looking at the stone tablets and large stone walls sent by the dirty Taoist priest.
Those stone tablets use a very special writing, which records many things. Fortunately, he can still understand it.
From promotion methods to clan legends, everything is covered.
This race is not born from viviparous eggs. The new tribesmen are all transformed from the dead tribesmen, but the new ones have little relationship with the deceased. It is naturally difficult to continue in this way, and it is impossible to grow rapidly.
After roughly scanning these contents, Qin Yang became serious after a while.
He finally discovered something different.
In the legend of this race, it is said that this world was born in the same way as them.
Their first ancestors were born in nothingness. After experiencing endless years and feeling lonely, they gave birth to a world in their wombs, and then their ancestors died.
And the remaining part became their clan in this world.
As a result, they also inherited some of the characteristics of their ancestors. New tribesmen were born from the bodies of old tribesmen. The birth of each new tribesman meant the death of an old tribesman.
But, on the other hand, they are all immortal.
Therefore, their clan name, translated as Eternal Life clan.
In the legend of this race, it seems that the essence of the world has been unearthed from the side.
Moreover, this is the first time Qin Yang has found a large-scale legendary story in Nianhai that contains the Eight Classics of Children, telling the origin of the world.
There were occasional stories before, but only a few strokes, not even complete legends.
Qin Yang secretly thought to himself that this Eternal Life clan had never been heard of before. It was one of the countless small alien races that had no sense of existence. It had a sparse population, was extremely closed, and had little contact with the outside world.
This time he just followed the Blood Lama's team, picking up things along the way, without any specific goal.
But the dirty Taoist priest obviously came one step ahead.
Also, this guy feels weird, and I can’t pinpoint the specifics.
Just as Qin Yang was integrating the information and trying to smooth it out, ripples appeared in the space in front of him, and a rather slovenly-looking musician walked out of it.
And this time, the musician's face became messy with his beautiful beard.
He put a hand on Qin Yang's shoulder and said rather decadently.
"Drink with me."
The moment the words fell, the two of them had already changed places.
The sea of clouds was billowing all around, and a small courtyard was floating on the sea of clouds. The musician sat down on his own, opened two jars of strong wine, and drank one jar himself.
After drinking a jar of strong wine, the musician raised his head and looked at Qin Yang with red eyes.
"I've seen you, you're fooling around, I don't care, but Lao Mi is also crazy, and he's fooling around with you, and I don't want to care either.
I never took it seriously, but when I saw that bastard Lao Mi, I had an epiphany. I knew that the crazy words he said might be true.
I went to the end of the world and wanted to leave here, but I was shocked to realize that the boundary bridge was long gone. The moment I was about to step out of the endless void, I heard the rhythm of nothingness.
At this time, I understood that the moment I stepped out, I did not leave this world, but turned into nothingness.
What the madman said is true.
So, why do you know that’s true.”
Qin Yang was silent.
He only considered hiding the Blood Lama and Emperor Ying, but he forgot that there were many big bosses here.
So, is the dirty Taoist taking the blame for him and patching him up?
But even so, he still didn't hide it from the nearest musician.
Qin Yang didn't expect the musician to react like this.
After thinking for a long time, Qin Yang said slowly.
"I have a piece of music score. You will understand it after reading it.
But before that, I hope to get your knowledge from you. It doesn't have to be too advanced music, just your most basic knowledge.
In addition, I hope you can give me some guidance after reading the music score I took out."
"As long as you can learn it, there's no harm in giving it all to you." The musician didn't hesitate, stretched out his hand and touched Qin Yang's eyebrows, and countless messages were transmitted into Qin Yang's mind.
Including the Autumn Chilling Song performed by the musician.
This kind of skill cannot be learned by studying at all, and it is impossible to become a musician again just by studying.
The musician doesn't care about these things at all. What he cares about now is just to understand the things that are driving him crazy.
It's like there is an inspiration that is vital and larger than life, but I just can't remember it.
This is tremendous torture.
Qin Yang felt dizzy and just took a quick look at what the musician threw over. He didn't look at it any more. It was too huge.
If the soul is not strong enough, just the huge amount of information that comes to him will be enough to burst his head.
After calming down for a moment, Qin Yang closed his eyes, used the dreaming technique, and dragged the musician into sleep.
"Dream Technique, are you the descendant of the Dream Master? No, who is the Dream Master? When did there be a Dream Master among the Twelve Masters?
What's more wrong, when did the Twelve Divisions exist? Why do I know this?"
The musician covered his head, looking crazy, and the whole dream was shaking violently. When he was about to collapse, a crisp piano sound sounded, and the musician's expression returned to normal, and he got rid of those thoughts.
Qin Yang didn't rush to do anything. He waited until the musician calmed down completely and the dream became stable.
He waved his hand and recalled his memory.
The Heavenly Demon Spectrum turned into a long scroll and spread out in the sky.
The musician looked at the Tianmo score, his expression slowly distorted, countless musical notes appeared in his pupils, and an extremely weird and extremely crazy melody seemed to be playing in his ears.
The dream world was trembling violently, and by the time the musician finished reading, his pupils had lost focus.
Qin Yang dispersed the dream and let the musicians return.
He stood there with blank eyes, his hands constantly shaking in the air, his expression suddenly went crazy, and strange music emerged around him.
Qin Yang's complexion suddenly turned pale, and he flew backwards as if he had been hit hard.
The small house located above the sea of clouds instantly shattered into powder, and the impact continued to spread.
Qin Yang's face turned pale, and he quickly rubbed oil on his feet and ran away.
He never expected that after reading the Tianmo score, the musician would go crazy.
The musician stood in the air with a crazy look on his face, his eyes lost focus, and crazy, strange, and extremely uncomfortable notes continued to appear all over his body.
After a while, he looked up to the sky and roared.
"What melody is this!"
ps: Thank you to the leader of the True Solution of Kendo.
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