After seeing off Yun Qiuhe, Zhao Zhuer, Yue Anyan and his entourage who were traveling far away, Zhang Wenfeng moved the bronze lamp to a remote mountain cave in the northwest of Beiyan Forest, about thirty miles away from the Taoist temple.
While worshiping and refining bronze lanterns in the cave, he rarely returned to the empty Suiting Hall, which was only attended by a few maids.
He needs to meditate and enter concentration, try to immerse his ruthless state of mind in the soul-suppressing hall, and complete the core part of the sacrifice.
However, ever since I was awakened by the kindness of everyone, it has been very difficult to enter it again. There seem to be countless inexplicable obstacles. I can touch and feel the Hall of Souls, but I can't get in.
Sitting cross-legged on a cushion made of jade trees, after doing homework, he meditates and practices exercises.
He made up his mind to try and explore Yuan Qi and Mu Qi, as well as all kinds of magical powers at the expense of his merits, and spend more time to refine the bronze lamp to the point where it can be used initially.
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There is no time in the cave, but it has suddenly become old.
Chen Qingqiao opened the stone door of the cave that had been sealed for a long time. The cool and cold air hit his face. The withered grass and vines outside the door were messy and white snow piled up. With his gentle wave of the hand, all of it melted and turned into ashes.
Xiao Ni'er poked holes in the opponent, and was obviously in a good mood. She waved her hand and threw out a piece of dragon bone as big as a sea bowl. It was gnawed into pits and full of tiny teeth marks. She was so generous that even she was touched: "Old turtle, you protect the law for me and guard the king."
Territory, there is hard work even if there is no credit, I will reward you for it."
Xiao Ni'er gave an instruction, and then said excitedly: "Don't move, spread the invitation message widely, I will hold a grand banquet, and the whole world will celebrate."
As night fell, the turtle that merged into the darkness suddenly turned around, and its outstretched claws slowly retracted.
"I said that I will return to the lower world after five thousand years. Let's see who can stop me from 'acting evil for the sky' this time? What a delicious taste of soul, I really miss it. When I have devoured enough mortal souls, it will be my turn
The monks are trembling, the blood of thousands of souls is enough for me to take the last step."
A disciple discovered that Chen Qingqiao was wearing a thin blue robe in the wind and snow, and his figure was as beautiful as a fairy. He was surprised and shouted impolitely.
"Old Turtle is no match for Carp King. I happened to hear some noise just now."
Guifu moved his retracted palms and clasped them on his chest, bowing slightly and making a gesture.
The turtle was still attached to its keel, and it took a long time to believe that this was true.
The snowflakes in the air were dancing in the wind. He was very interested in admiring the long-lost snowy and misty scenery. He stopped in front of a budding mountain plum. In the back mountain of his retreat, no disciples would easily come to disturb him, even if
In the past thirty to fifty years, no matter how desolate it was, no one would clean it up.
In the vast continent, Xiuye Village is a hundred miles away from Tianchan Stone Temple.
Of course he would not dislike the teeth marks left on the bones. The demon cultivator didn't care about this. He showed a sincere smile on his face and saluted: "Old Turtle, thank you King Carp for the generous reward. From now on, I will not hesitate to do anything to my heart's content..."
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During the years when he was stationed near Tuofeng Mountain, relying on the top-secret information he heard from Guanzhu Zhang, and relying on the pressure of the dragon's power, he fought for the skin of a tiger on the tip of a knife, tempered his body, soul, and accumulated spiritual insights.
"It's boring, old turtle, it's no longer fun for you now. If you don't tell me when you see through it, you will definitely not be able to beat me now."
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Later, he led his army to join forces with the Western Continent and conquered the Nanyuan Continent for several years. He worked hard and sharpened his mind with the evil spirit of the military, and obtained more resources and benefits.
In those years, he took the initiative to show his talents, led an army of monks, conquered the Qianxi Island Kingdom in the far west, and fought against the Western Continent. Later, as one of the top commanders of the winner, he gained a lot of luck and rare training resource.
"Congratulations to King Carp for advancing to the fifth level, you are so polite."
"Here you go to deal with me again. I won't stop you from telling lies next time. Please pretend to be more sincere and don't laugh too hard."
"It took two years less than the leader of the temple to achieve his breakthrough in seclusion. Haha, I am so talented that even the leader of the temple is willing to be defeated... We just need to know this well and don't say it outside."
"Sixteen years, three months and eight days."
He was confident that he would surpass all the high-altitude scenery that the remnant soul had seen in his previous life.
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Black energy overflowed from the zigzag cracks and poured into the skeletal forehead.
A slightly stronger black air clung to the snow, then escaped from the deep pool without leaving any trace.
The wind howled and the branches cracked.
He took advantage of the right time, the right location, and no shortage of training resources and insights. This time in retreat, he broke through and advanced to the realm of unity. It was a success, and it was a success. Except for the obsession of the residual soul at the critical moment, which he killed without mercy, there were no other twists and turns. thrilling.
Turtle Fudo took his words that were contrary to his will as a matter of course. He just wanted to go back to the island and sleep on the water as soon as possible. He closed his eyes and remained motionless. The pleasant feeling of drifting with the current around the mountain lake island was like a living god.
"Uh, Sect Leader...you're out of seclusion?!"
If the turtle doesn't move and twitches the corner of its mouth without any trace, the carp king has a good way to make money.
Xiao Ni'er rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, interrupted the old turtle's show of loyalty, and asked: "How many years have I been in seclusion?"
On snowy nights in winter, the remote mountain villages are extremely quiet, and the dogs don't even bark.
In the Tianchan Stone Temple, under the underground palace of the Demon Suppression Tower, there is a withered skeleton as black as ink, with thick chains tied around its hands, feet and neck, sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by mountains and Buddha patterns, and most of them are cracked and useless.
Waves Lake, the water is cold in winter.
A black air emerged from the deep pool at the foot of the mountain outside the village, floated into the village close to the ground, and passed through houses. Wherever it went, regardless of people, animals, chickens, or dogs, it disappeared without leaving any traces. There were family dogs who sensed the threat, lying on their backs. The nest is shivering, but where can I still scream?
In less than half an hour, the small mountain village of more than 60 households was no longer alive. There were only a few lonely lights left, which slowly ran out of lamp oil and were extinguished one by one, making it look particularly desolate.
A passage was cleared, and a tall young Taoist priest strolled forward.
The danger was not small, and every time he used his magical powers and alertness to escape, the rewards were huge.
After a long time, gray-black rough skin appeared on the withered forehead, and a strange and weird laugh echoed in the empty darkness.
On that day, people in Qingshui Temple cheered for a long time. Good news came out that Master Chen was promoted to the fifth level.
"Stop it, it's weird that these disgusting things come out of your mouth."
In recent days, the water surface thirty miles southeast of Shanhu Island has been shaking endlessly, and the underwater rapids are surging. Water monsters of all sizes have long moved out dozens of miles away. A turtle in black robes is floating in the low altitude without moving, half closed. The eyes were motionless.
A ball of water appeared more than ten feet away, turning into a slightly taller little Mu'er, pouting her little mouth. She was still wearing a green and pink skirt, with bright peach blossoms in her hair, which reflected her pink and tender face. A pair of small bare feet were exposed at the hem, no longer the red carp tails of before.
It was cold and snowy, and the sky was getting dark. There were only a few lights left in the village. The villagers went to bed early to avoid getting hungry from too much activity and save money on lamp oil.
The laughter was harsh and arrogant.
In the Fairy Spirit Temple tens of thousands of miles away, You Mengchang, who was sleeping and practicing in the cave, suddenly woke up.