The ninth and thirty-eighth chapters write the classic treasure book, the method of fighting the one
Qin Yang was originally worried whether Master Cui would ask, but in the end, no one mentioned it or asked.
Most of the time, Qin Yang does not have the mentality of a big boss, and most of the time, he does not feel that he has become a big boss.
In fact, everyone present felt that it was not surprising that a big boss like Qin Yang, who could crawl back from the Realm of the Dead even after death, was able to recover the Underworld Treasure Book.
Some senior officials even secretly glanced at the enigmatic Grand Ancestor Cui, thinking that Grand Ancestor Cui never mentioned holding a succession ceremony because he wanted to retrieve the Underworld Treasure Book first.
This can make up for the great regret of the Huangquan Demon Sect.
After all, your Underworld Demon Sect has even lost its Secret Book of Underworld, so how can you name it with "Underworld".
Now everyone is happy.
Everyone is very happy. Zhao Ronghui is now well-known and convinced, and the shortcomings have been completed. At least there will not be any visible major hidden dangers within the Huangquan Demon Sect.
Qin Yang also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally settling a matter on his mind.
He didn't pay much attention to the underworld treasure book back then, but who knew that the real treasure book would eventually fall into his hands after going round and round.
It's not that he had any other ideas. This treasure book has been gathering dust at the bottom of the box, and he didn't think of it until now.
Qin Yang decided to keep this secret in his stomach.
On the surface, he still looks enigmatic. Looking at the young people in the Demon Sect, some are full of awe, some are admiration, and some are enthusiastic. A thousand years later, I can feel the same way.
Counting time and the world in a state of death, he is almost a thousand years old.
Time is not forgiving, let alone these new disciples, even the senior officials in the Huangquan Demon Sect, he cannot recognize them all.
The festival was still going on for seven days. Qin Yang served as a tool statue for one day. After showing his face, he stopped participating.
With nothing to do, I followed the complicated underground maze all the way to the Yin River.
There is only one altar left here. The skeleton ferryman who was still here back then is no longer there. There are no ghosts in the Yin River. The place is completely deserted.
Qin Yang walked up to the altar, sat there and looked at Yinhe quietly, and touched his head.
He is now regarded as the big boss of Dahuang. It is normal operation to revisit his old place and leave some benefits between his fingers. He will treat it as an opportunity and leave it to the people who are destined to come later.
As soon as he thought about this, Qin Yang couldn't help it.
He began to rummage through his collection, and there were a lot of messy things, most of which were actually of little use to him.
I dug out the treasure book of the Secret Code of Burial at Sea, thought about it, and put it back.
The risks involved in practicing the Pure Sea Burial Code are not low. If you don't know the right way, you will most likely be buried.
If he leaves the treasure book of the Sea Burial Secret Book here and raises a big demon, the first person to be affected will be the Underworld Demon Sect.
Let's forget it. From now on, if anyone is somewhere between pleasing and disliking, they will throw the treasure book under their sect and wait for someone who is destined to take it away.
After all, the Huangquan Demon Sect is its own sect, so it's better to be on the safe side.
With this thought, Qin Yang took out the materials, made a metal treasure book, and prepared to start writing the Zixiao Taoist Scripture.
He can be where he is today because of the Zixiao Dao Jing's great contribution. Only with this can he have a future.
However, the Zixiao Taoist Scripture itself is not a powerful method. It can only be regarded as a foundation. It is naturally the best to use it as an opportunity.
Whoever gets it is equivalent to giving the other party a perfect foundation.
As soon as the first word fell, Qin Yang noticed that there seemed to be an invisible force pressing down on him between heaven and earth.
This force prevented him from continuing to write.
After the second word fell, the intensity of that force skyrocketed. While pressing heavily on him, it also began to suppress his soul.
In his mind, there seemed to be voices from heaven and earth that kept blasting in an attempt to brainwash him.
"The Tao should not be divulged in vain, and the Dharma should not be preached lightly."
After writing these three words, the obstacles became stronger and stronger, and there was a vague tendency to shake his foundation.
Qin Yang's face was calm, his hands did not shake, and he wrote out one by one steadily.
When he was halfway through writing, his heart sank, and he clearly felt that the power began to affect the power of heaven and earth, preparing to forcibly suppress him.
Qin Yang's face was expressionless and his waist was straight, as if he was unaware.
However, the blank metal treasure book in which half of the Zixiao Dao Sutra was written was suddenly shattered and turned into powder. The charm contained in the material itself was forcibly annihilated.
Qin Yang shook his neck with a smile on his lips.
"I don't know if this restriction will completely disappear after Taiyi dies."
"However, times have changed, Three Heavenly Emperors."
Qin Yang turned over his hand and took out a large pen that was fused with seven innate insect shells, replaced it with a better material, and recreated a blank metal treasure book.
This time, the writing was like a swimming dragon, the tip of the pen was leaping and jumping, and characters were falling into it one by one. After the blocking force appeared, the pen fell into the pen, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and the pen did not react at all.
After burning the incense, the metal treasure book was already covered with glowing runes, and the charm inside it spread by itself, evolving into a classic treasure book.
A treasure book of the Zixiao Taoist Scripture that has been completely lost.
Looking through the Zixiao Dao Jing, Qin Yang thought for a while and wrote the cover on the front.
Zixiao Daojing has four big characters, and a column of small characters next to it: Volume One.
When I'm done, I'll add a paragraph later.
The general idea is that the Zixiao Dao Jing has been lost, and I, Qin Youde, was lucky enough to obtain the first volume. Even if there is only one volume, I cannot bear to see the classic lost, so I can only take the risk to make a treasure book.
It's a pity that I haven't found the later volume, and I am not very talented and have no way to complete the later volume. If someone is lucky enough to pick up this classic treasure book, then you can find a way to complete it yourself.
With just one volume, the Zixiao Dao Jing is already the best foundation-building method in the world, unparalleled.
After finishing writing, Qin Yang felt refreshed.
When he got it back then, there was only one volume, and he worried about it for a long time. Who would have thought that there was only one volume of this damn Zixiao Taoist Scripture.
He can't be allowed to bear this alone. Whoever gets it should also worry about it.
He casually pulled out a piece of hair, threw it out and turned into a clone. The clone swallowed the classic treasure book, walked to the altar, turned into a statue, and looked forward with a smile.
A line of words also appeared on the ground below.
"Be polite when you see your seniors."
Qin Yang took one look at his statue and was satisfied.
If you don't even have basic courtesy, why do you still want a chance?
He didn't leave any ruthless means and just beat him to death. It was considered that Qin Youde had a kind heart.
Think about when the Yinglong Gate was opened, those who were not polite were beaten to death.
Throwing down a few restraints, Qin Yang turned and left.
The big pen seems to be able to withstand the restrictions set by the three emperors, so what else is there to say? When I have time in the future, I will write down all the classics he knows into a treasure book of classics.
It will definitely not be used in the future.
It is best to divide it into volumes, one volume for each volume.
When the Great Ying Dynasty began to conquer the heavens, the wedding dress held a big stick, and Qin Youde held candy, the sweetest kind.
As his thoughts circulated rapidly, Qin Yang expanded and thought of many, many things.
His eyes started to get brighter and brighter.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help laughing.
After taking a look at his statue, Qin Yang left with a smile.
I came here casually for a walk, hoping to leave some opportunities to give back, but unexpectedly I got an unexpected reward.
After leaving the underground maze, Qin Yang stayed with Patriarch Cui for a few days, chatting with the old man, drinking soup, and tasting wine.
Three days later, before Qin Yang could say anything, Patriarch Cui spoke first.
"Qin Yang, I know that you are a filial and good boy, but you can go and do whatever you need to do. You don't have to spend time with me as your teacher. I should have a long and good life as my teacher."
Qin Yang wanted to say something, but in the end he held back and kowtowed to say goodbye.
"Master, I'll leave first."
After leaving the Underworld Demon Sect, Qin Yang took out a small notebook and listed his plan.
What Wedding Dress said is right, it is best for everyone to do what they are good at, professional things are best done by professional people.
Qin Yang cannot lead troops in battle and control such a great dynasty, but there are things he can do.
I quietly came to Taihao world and found Zhang Zhengyi.
"How much do you know about the many great forces here, the great forces that existed in the past, the forces that once mastered the classic methods, and where their ancestral lands are?"
"Probably a lot..." Zhang Zhengyi was confused.
"more specific."
"About 90%."
"You are quite humble." Qin Yang sneered, what a liar, you have been here for so many years, and you are only 90%?
He is afraid that he has found 90% of the ancestral lands of those forces that have been extinct for tens of thousands of years.
"Stop talking nonsense and take me there quickly. I'm going to save those who have died."
Zhang Zhengyi was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out of his head.
"Senior Brother Qin, when did you start... archeology?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are going to do archeology. I don't have the ability. I'm just going to save the dead."
"..."
Zhang Zhengyi was determined to refute, and finally saw the twinkling light in Qin Yang's eyes, which seemed a bit dangerous.
Forget it, don’t argue with this piece of shit Qin Youde.
As a result, Qin Yang used the magical power of Xingyin, and together with Zhang Zhengyi, the two swords combined to sweep through the entire ancestral land of all sizes in the world, especially those who had inherited any classic methods, and did not let go of any of them.
Zhang Zhengyi is not interested in ordinary treasures. After completing the archaeological work, he will help people build a tomb.
Qin Yang has a higher vision, he doesn't take anything, he really just wants to save the dead.
Search for classics that once existed but are now lost, or have not yet been lost.
He didn't want to learn so much before. Learning would only make the White Jade Divine Sect stronger and stronger.
Now that he has completely given up on treatment, he does not intend to push the White Jade Divine Gate away. Moreover, he can write down the classics with a big pen and turn them into a classic treasure book.
Then, the value of those classics will continue to increase.
The two guys got down to business and swept across the ancestral land of Taihao World. Twelve also knew about this place, and a lot of information was added. Qin Yang and Zhang Zhengyi speculated on the fish that had slipped through the net, and caught them all.
Just over a year has passed. I am afraid that there will be no ominous presence in the Taihao world for a long time, and there will be no situation where the corpses of powerful people transform after their death.
Qin Yang collected more than 40 scattered classics and supernatural powers, more than half of which were lost in the Taihao world.
Ignoring the commotion here and letting them continue fighting, Qin Yang took Zhang Zhengyi and quietly returned to the wilderness to continue the great cause of redeeming the dead.
Search for various lost methods, mainly classics, as well as classic-level magical powers.
After taking out the skill book, Qin Yang patted it on his head. When he had time, he slowly wrote it down and turned it into a classic treasure book.
Zhang Zhengyi passed the exam in one go this time, and he didn't have to worry about dying. During the archaeology, his spiritual realm was inexplicably improving rapidly.
After quietly tossing the wilderness, Qin Yang immediately took Zhang Zhengyi to the Silver Moon Realm without stopping.
Quietly walking around here, he met Wei Xingchao. From him, he got the current information on the Silver Moon Realm, and Qin Yang immediately left with Zhang Zhengyi.
I wonder if this world was specially chosen by Emperor Fengdu.
There is only an ancient silver moon here, there is no rising and setting of the sun, only the rising and setting of the moon.
There are many ghosts and ghosts, but none of them has a climate or influence. Most places have various ghosts and ghosts, but in a few places, there are human beings living together.
But recently, the human race in the Silver Moon Realm and the forces from the Great Wilderness have been having a bit of an unpleasant quarrel.
Their strength is indeed not as good as the group of people from the wilderness, but there are indeed strong people. They are not very welcoming to visitors from the wilderness.
As for the Great Wilderness, they can only deal with the ghosts and ghosts, but they are a little constrained in dealing with these people.
Especially the Netherworld Holy Sect, they are not willing to kill anyone. In their view, the human race here has been affected by the environment here for a long time, and they are simply born disciples of the Netherworld.
If you pull out two mortals at random, one of them may have qualifications that exceed the lower limit of the Netherworld Holy Sect's qualifications for selecting disciples.
In this case, if we want to develop here in the future and recruit disciples, it is naturally most suitable to choose those from here. Not to say that all of them are from here, at least they will occupy a large proportion.
Qin Yang ignored them and was not in a hurry to wander around the human race's territory. He took Zhang Zhengyi and began to clean up the Silver Moon Realm.
The first thing we went to was the wild area where all kinds of ghosts were entrenched, with tombs everywhere and countless mausoleums.
All ghosts with some strength live in mausoleums.
Scanning all the way quietly, Qin Yang's collection began to increase continuously. As Qin Yang stayed here longer and longer, Twelve also began to naturally obtain the information here, and in turn gave this information to Qin Yang.
As for the White Jade Divine Sect getting stronger and stronger, forget it and give up the treatment.
Anyway, according to Twelve, the White Jade Divine Gate is getting stronger and stronger, and her ability will become stronger and stronger when she lives in the White Jade Divine Gate.
After saving a big hairy rice dumpling again, I took out a purple skill book.
Zhang Zhengyi finally couldn't help it anymore. Even though he was digging all the way, he was really happy.
"Senior Brother Qin, what on earth are you going to do?"
"I see that when you were doing archeology, your level seemed to be improving very quickly. I am helping you. There will be many opportunities in the future."
"Don't lie to me, I'm asking you why you need so many classic magical powers?"
"Have you forgotten my previous identity in Daomen?"
"Master?"
"That's not it."
"Preachers?"
"Well, that's it." Qin Yang nodded, his eyes began to shine: "Hey, I've calculated that most of the classics and magical powers of the same level have been lost, then I will look for opportunities to dig out all of them.
Come out and write it down in a treasure book."
"Huh?" Zhang Zhengyi was a little dumbfounded.
"When the time comes, when the great enemy continues to expand and conquer all the heavens, I will preach to all the heavens and work on both sides.
Even if things don't go well with Da Ying, then I will wait slowly, wait for tens of thousands of years, wait for an era, and wait until all the sects in the world are my disciples.
I see that the Emperor of Heaven, who has restricted the preaching of the human race, and the remaining Taiyi, have nothing to fight against me. I guess his Shifang Divine Dynasty has rebelled against him first.
If he is the emperor of the ten directions of the human race in that realm, then I will be the preacher and ancestor of the human race in the heavens."