The scattered moonlight shone on the surface of the knife, creating a ripple of light. Under Yang Yu's gaze, it murmured softly.
The maintenance of the double-edged knife has been almost uninterrupted over the years.
In martial arts, there are also methods of raising swords, but compared to the methods of raising swords in the Longquan world and even in ancient times, they are quite inadequate.
However, martial arts is gentle and nurturing, focusing on the spirit. The highest pursuit is the integration of man and sword, and he has been able to achieve this many years ago.
"Do you really want to take the path of a divine general who protects the Dharma?"
Seeing Yang Yu holding the knife absentmindedly, the three-legged golden toad didn't know what to think of, and his eyes became a little sad:
"This road is not easy to walk..."
"How to say?"
Yang Yu came to his senses.
"There are different ways to practice and improve various magical powers. The practice and diligence of killing magical powers can only be practiced during the killing. The further you go, the more difficult it becomes..."
The little toad was very moved and sighed:
"Who can win forever?"
It was in a daze, thinking of its master, and became a little irritable for no reason.
"What's difficult is not just the magical power of killing. No road will be smooth sailing or without disaster..."
Yang Yu gently wiped the blade of the knife with a calm expression.
The diligent practice of magical powers is naturally no secret to him at this time.
The magical power of killing must be cultivated in killing, and the magical power of escape must be practiced diligently in escape. By analogy, those who have a glimpse of destiny and those who calculate the human heart are no exception.
Just like accessing the secluded world, the path to advancement lies in peeking into one's destiny, changing one's destiny, and going against one's destiny...
"It's always easier than killing someone..."
The little toad murmured.
"That's not necessarily the case."
Yang Yu no longer paid attention to it, but quietly wiped the two-edged knife, breathing in and out, feeling the rhythm of the blade.
Maintaining a knife has always been a long process.
Even though this process cannot increase the sharpness and level of the two-edged sword, for him, this process is extremely necessary.
This is the foundation of sword practice.
The integration of law and martial arts, with martial arts as the core and law as the auxiliary, is like a mirror in Yang Yu's heart.
"Woo~"
The two-edged sword trembled and buzzed, seeming a little unwilling and a little sad.
Even with the blessing of the Killing Wolf Dao Fruit, it still failed to follow Yang Yu's footsteps. After arriving in Longquan, it was rarely used.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious..."
After gently wiping the long knife and putting it back into its scabbard, Yang Yu stood up.
From the height of the ninth floor, he could clearly see the nameless little temple of his home.
Inside the temple, a figure could be seen flickering. Under the moonlight, Yuan Ben, who possesses the "Four Destructions of Fate", is practicing his fists and kicks seriously.
"Four wastes of life..."
Yang Yu watched quietly.
Yuan Ben was the most useless master of magical powers he had ever seen from Shanhai to Longquan, but even so, he was still a master of magical powers.
Of course he can forcefully change his life at this moment, but this may not be a good thing.
"With the secrets of the exercises and some elixirs I left behind, if he is diligent enough, he may be able to achieve success within ten years."
Losing his life does not mean that Yuan Ben's heels and feet are not bad. In fact, his feet and heels are not bad as a person. At least, his feet and heels are not bad in martial arts.
"Perhaps, I should leave the Infernal Avatar here. The deal with Han Xuantong is nothing, but martial arts..."
Yang Yu's heart moved.
A ray of dim light has floated up from his shadow, transforming into an incarnation of Infernal Affairs that is just like him, only colder.
Instructing Yuan Ben to practice martial arts was an attempt he made out of boredom. He had no intention of spreading martial arts widely. After all, if he did so, his identity would be exposed.
But at this moment, with the Infinite Incarnation, and his understanding of this world getting deeper, he felt that this step could be enlarged.
Of course, the more critical thing is the ‘long river of martial arts’.
Because the bodhi tree shadow was rooted in the long river, he could not completely control the long river like Lu Chen did.
But how could I not know the power of this long river?
"Establish a sect..."
With his mind wandering, Yang Yu turned around, grabbed the dancing little toad, and disappeared into the night.
The incarnation of Wu Jian trembled slightly, lost its indifference, transformed into the appearance of 'Yu Yang', and walked towards the unknown temple.
There is no separation between the two realms, and the reality and reality are mixed together. When he walks here, his body is like an illusion. Even if he walks into it grandly, the Cangjiang Sect Taoist who is guarding outside will not notice it at all.
Naturally, his line of sight cannot penetrate into other dimensions beyond the void. Naturally, he cannot see the Incarnation of Infinity.
In the same way, Yuan Ben and Han Jiu who lived in the temple could not be seen.
"Huh~"
In the main hall, the lights flickered for a moment, and the incarnation of Wujian stopped in front of the statue. After a while, he suddenly reached out and grabbed a wisp of incense.
"Believer Zhang San prays devoutly...just asking for a golden gun that doesn't fall down..."
…
…
"hold head high!"
The dragon's roar mixed with pain and anger drove heavy water waves, spreading for countless miles and dozens of miles, setting off a huge wave.
Within the Bibotan Dragon Palace, a bloody light spread. As the smell of dragon's blood spread, countless fish and shrimps were attracted to chase and fight madly.
"call!"
"suck!"
Ao Bo stood at the door of the hall, looking at the water-splitting dragon general on the throne who was breathing air, feeling a little worried and uneasy.
"Why, you can't bear to part with this incense?"
After a long time, Shuifenlongjiang let out a breath of turbidity and looked at Ao Bo coldly:
"Don't worry, I will return you ten times the incense when I return to the Dragon Palace!"
"The dragon will misunderstand how Ao Bo is such a stingy dragon. However, although this incense is good, it is ominous..."
Ao Bo quickly lowered his head:
"Within these incense, there are the prayers of billions of living beings..."
The scent of incense is widely circulated in the Longquan world, and it can be used whether it is to attract Taoist fruits, assist in practice, refine elixirs, or heal injuries.
But the real holy places of major sects, except for Buddhism, are rarely willing to use incense in places other than to attract Taoist fruits.
Without him, incense is poisonous.
This poison is the prayers of believers.
The prayers of believers are the source of incense, but they are also the source of poison.
Within a wisp of incense, there are probably hundreds or thousands of believers praying for the gods and Buddhas they enshrine.
If you use it, it will be like gathering the luck of the crowd and accomplishing your own goals. Naturally, there will be no disadvantages.
Once it’s available, you have to pay it back…
Believers pray to gods and Buddhas and must fulfill their wishes when they receive protection. When gods use incense, they must also fulfill their wishes, otherwise...
"pray?"
The water-splitting dragon will calm down his energy and blood and sneer again and again:
"How can I care about the prayers of a group of ants?"
The magical effect of incense was vividly displayed on him at this moment. He was severely injured several times, and most of his tendons were pulled out, but at this moment, his injuries were actually under control.
"But if you don't repay your wish, the poison of the incense..."
Ao Bo couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
He has been the Bibo Dragon God for thousands of years, but he has always stayed away from the power of incense. It's not that he doesn't want to use it, but he really can't afford it!
If you are not a god, you have no idea how exaggerated and bizarre the desires of those bastards are...
"Return? Why return it?"
The water-splitting dragon general pressed his eyes, feeling the severe pain of the dragon's tendons being cramped. His expression, which had not calmed down for a long time, became extremely ferocious and indifferent again:
"They are all dead, so there is no need to pay them back!"
"this……"
Ao Bo felt a chill in his heart and hesitated:
"This, is not good. It is said that anyone who does this will be haunted by resentment, and hundreds of ghosts will seek their lives, deepening the calamity..."
"Then..."
The water dragon general's chest rose and fell several times, and his breath calmed down again:
"Let them be destroyed physically and mentally!" Boom!
The conversation between the two dragons hadn't lasted long, and Ao Bo didn't even have time to reply when he heard a muffled thunder rolling from far away.
The sound was so loud that it actually passed through heavy water waves, and the huge Crystal Palace seemed to be shocked!
"who?!"
The water-splitting dragon general's expression darkened, and immediately his eyes were filled with red. The extremely violent dragon roar instantly penetrated the Crystal Palace:
"Nanling child!"
"Dragon General!"
The water-dividing dragon general got up in anger and was about to rush out. Ao Bo, with quick eyes and quick hands, hugged him:
"Dragon General, you are still injured. Do not fight with him..."
"Nanling child!"
Fen Shuilong's chest heaved and he was extremely angry, but the severe pain from his waist, abdomen and back made him calm down.
In the battle that night, he damaged the dragon's horns and tendons. With the help of the power of incense, he was able to suppress the injuries. This did not mean that his injuries were healed.
"Bibo Pond is where all the waters converge. With my dragon clan's formation, he will not dare to enter the water!"
Ao Bo quickly reassured:
"Even if the boy from Nanling has powerful supernatural powers, he is still at the top of the Shidu. You only need to recover from his injuries and kill him like a dog. Why bother to fight for his life?"
Like Fenshui Longjiang, he also lost his memory in the Xuan Gong territory, but he could still remember Fenshui Longjiang's disastrous defeat that night.
Even the injuries on his body have not healed...
"Bitch, reptile..."
The water-splitting dragon general's face was trembling wildly, but he still managed to suppress it. The dragon's mouth opened wide, and it actually swept all the incense from behind the Crystal Palace!
"Nanling child..."
…
Boom!
From the sky to the earth, the fist punched out four images and hit the pond water hard. Along with the roar, countless water waves rose into the sky and fell like heavy rain.
Dozens of miles apart, Master Jiang Shentong and his disciples felt the steam coming towards their faces and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Fellow Taoist Nanling! This Bibo Pond is where the eight waters gather, and there is a dragon clan's magic circle. If you want to break it, only the eight extremes can't do it!"
Jiang Shentong transmitted the message from afar.
call!
Amidst the large swaths of water mist, Yang Yu stood on the water.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see the Crystal Palace in the depths of the pool, as well as the dragon formations that criss-crossed and enveloped the entire Blue Wave Pool.
"Fellow Taoist, don't waste your efforts!"
Jiang Shen Tong comes with the wind and travels in the mist:
"Ten thousand years ago, when Emperor Longquan attained enlightenment, he divided the five continents, seas, and eight wasteland rivers, and decided that the heaven and earth would belong to them, and the water veins would belong to the Dragon Clan.
This Blue Wave Pond is the core of the eight southeastern waters. If you want to break the formation, you must have the power to cut off the eight waters and shake the mountains and rivers..."
"Little boy from Nanling, I will kill you when I recover from my injuries!"
The vicious dragon roar stirred up water waves and echoed in the night.
"The bark of the defeated dog!"
Yang Yu sneered, but did not take action again, but returned to the shore with Jiang Shentong.
The Blue Wave Pond is so big that it looks like the sea.
"Fellow Taoist, this evil dragon has seen how powerful you are, so I'm afraid he doesn't dare to come out..."
Jiang Shentong grabbed Yang Yu:
"Fellow Taoist, please do not forcefully break the formation. There are eleven tributaries under the Bibo Lake, and there are as many as four or five cities with tens of millions of people. Even if we can forcefully break the formation, I am afraid that many cities along the river will be submerged..."
"Do you have any idea, fellow Taoist?"
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.
"I have some ideas, but it's hard to say whether it will work..."
Jiang Shentong hesitated slightly, but took out a dusty cauldron from his sleeve robe:
"This is a treasure that Pindao obtained from a ruins many years ago..."
[The pot that boils the sea]
[Level: Shidu]
[Quality: Good]
[The magic weapon forged with the 'Sea Boiling' god seed as its core is a broken pot used by a great god to cook soup...]
[Boil the sea in this pot. If the water is hot, the sea will be hot. If the water is boiling, the sea will boil...]
"Is there such a magic weapon?"
Yang Prison was a little surprised.
He had also heard of the magical power of burning mountains and boiling seas. He even got a glimpse of the power of the magical power of burning mountains and boiling seas in Duan Qilong many years ago.
It's just that a pot has to be made into a magic weapon. The gods from ancient times were too extravagant...
"This pot has the power to boil rivers and seas. When I came here, I wanted to use this pot to deal with the Shaoshan Dragon Spirit..."
Jiang Shentong said.
He had traveled thousands of miles to get rid of the dragon spirit of Keshan, so he was not unprepared. Although this pot could not break the dragon formation within the river and sea, it could force it out.
However, what made him miscalculate was that the fifth young master was not in the water at all, and his cultivation level and magical powers were far superior to his, so the means he prepared did not come into use.
"How to use this pot?"
Yang Yu took the pot and played with it.
"Just take the water and boil it, just..."
Jiang Shentong hesitated:
"The firewood prepared by Pindao can barely cook a corner of the Xiaojiang River. The Bibo Pond is more than ten times larger than the Xiaojiang River. There is also running water from all directions. I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."
"Give it a try, it won't bother you after all."
When Yang Yu saw this magic weapon for the first time, he found it interesting. He immediately waved his hand and fetched the water from the Blue Wave Pond.
This black pot seems to be only the size of a palm, but it is very capable of holding more than 10,000 kilograms of it, and the bottom of the pot only has a shallow layer.
It took several hours until it was full.
"Sure enough, there is not enough firewood and firewood..."
Jiang Shentong was naturally very cooperative and took out all the things he had prepared before, but under the blazing flames, there was not even the slightest ripple in the pot.
"No rush, no rush..."
Yang Yu sensed Hong Fa'er in the human race bag, who was trying his best to activate the true fire of samadhi. His heart moved slightly, and he pulled Jiang Shentong to sit down.
Asked him about Qiusuo City.
The world of Longquan has almost been divided up, and there are almost no sects in the five continents and seas that cannot be monitored by the Holy Land.
However, the world is vast, and the various sects' holy places are extremely stingy in recruiting disciples. Naturally, the path of casual cultivation is not completely blocked.
"Qiusuo City is one of the most famous mutual markets in Nanling, but its scale is not large. The reason is that it is difficult for ordinary people to enter it. This is the reason why Ying Xuanlong was allowed to build the city..."
After taking a look at the sea pot, Jiang Shentong shook his head slightly and said seriously:
"Although Taoist friend refused last night, Pindao still wants to say that if you want to get what you need in a short time,
Then the only choice is to worship the ‘Goddess of Wealth’…”