long night walk

Chapter 782
The abyss is like death, barren and vast.

The purple lightning runes between the thirteen soul cones also gradually faded away.

Bailong no longer suffers from the pain of the soul cone for body training, his eyes gradually closed, and he rested his head quietly, not disturbing the two people on the dragon's horn.

Cangnan sat down in his clothes, and his whole body was radiant.

She said lightly: "You have had a lot of good luck in this journey. You are carrying the blood of the corpse demon king, the bronze gate, the bone of the immortal, the tears of the immortal, and even the half of the source of the water god. These are all huge treasures. What you lack now is the key to unlock these treasures."

Bailian nodded in disbelief.

For a long time, he has been pondering this path of cultivation alone in the dark. Whether it is the Seven Ember Steps or the Burning River Sword Art, these are the moves and sword arts that he used when he was in a desperate situation and resonated with his memories before his death.

In the final analysis, so far, on the way of cultivation, he has always been in the position of no one to guide him, and he has practiced and comprehended all by his own feeling.

As a matter of fact, he has a special physique, and the skills he cultivates are even more diverse and rare. In today's world, there are indeed very few people who can guide him.

Even Daoist Shen Bao, the former sword master who met in the world of Bronze Gate, did not dare to point him out.

But Cang Nanyi has always had no taboos: "Just try to see if you can sense the existence of the bronze door and summon it."

Bai Lian didn't try it, shook his head seriously, and said: "Since I left Ghost Mountain, I can feel the presence of the bronze gate all the time, but I have tried many times, but I can't summon the gate to the present world."

Cang Nanyi nodded slightly, not surprised.

The divine light around her suddenly brightened, and the shadow under Bai Lian also became clearer, and then Mochizuki and Guidi Boy who were hidden in the shadow were forced to appear.

Mochizuki, who used to be a master in the world of Bronze Gate, was restrained by the order of the Six Realms in the human world, and his power was suppressed extremely.

Cang Nanyi said: "Since you are able to bring the native species inside the bronze gate into the human world, it means that you are still communicating with the invisible bronze world in the dark."

Bai Lian was puzzled: "Just now you said that I can control the power of the bronze gate, but I don't understand what kind of power the bronze gate has that I can control?"

Cang Nanyi said: "It's very simple, you bestow names on the ancient gods inside the bronze gate, and those who are bestowed by you will naturally become your family members.

As a family member, it means that you have the authority to control their attribute power. The time and space inside the Bronze Gate is chaotic and huge, and there are countless gods and demons living in it, and these gods and demons are also the source of power of the Bronze Gate. "

Bai Lian was a little shocked when he heard it: "By giving a name, you can control the power of the ordained person. If I give names to the hundreds of millions of living beings inside the bronze gate, wouldn't that mean that I can have the power of all living beings?"

Cang Nanyi said calmly: "You can say that, but the premise is that you have a strong enough will to 'give a name'.

Back then, under the Bronze Gate, you were already at your limit just giving names to two gods. Do you think you can bear the karma of the hundreds of millions of bronze beings? "

What Bai Lian cared about was not this, what he was shocked and cared about was the horror of the bronze door.

No wonder there are nine schools in the world, but they are taboos in the world.

"Well, regardless of the future, since you have given the names of the two ancient gods, it is because you have a thorough understanding of the power of these two ancient gods, kid, do you have a blank talisman?"

A blank talisman?
Bailian shook his head.

"Forget it." Cang Nanyi had no choice but to retreat: "You just tear off a piece of clothes."

Bai Lian did as he was told.

Cang Nanyi flexed his fingers lightly, and a silver needle was placed in front of Bai Li'an's eyebrows, gently piercing the eyebrows, and a drop of dark red blood condensed on the tip of the needle without falling.

"Next, you bite your finger, blend this brow blood into your fingertip blood, and then write the name of one of the ancient gods on the hem of your clothes, and finish with this seal."

Cang Nanyi didn't withdraw his raised finger, but copied and printed in the void.

When the painting is finished, the fingertips lightly flick the Sanskrit seal. After a series of seemingly understated movements, the sound of the fingertips is as loud as a bell.

Bailian's eardrums vibrated with pain, but he imprinted Dao Fan's mark on his eyes.

He restrained his expression, concentrated his attention, used blood as cinnabar, stained his clothes to become famous, and continued to paint Sanskrit seals.

When his fingertips drew the first stroke that seemed simple and ordinary, he felt a sharp pain in his fingertips, followed by a huge suction force, sucking away the blood in his body.

Bai Li'an's expression remained unchanged, the painting continued without a break, and he didn't even have a word of doubt. It was done in one go, and the blood of the Sanskrit seal was clearly formed.

But after a while, the name in the cloth room was like the ink characters falling into the clear water, and it quickly faded away and disappeared.

The torn clothes became clean again, and the blood that had flown from Bai Li'an's body just now disappeared.

Cang Nanyi didn't expect him to succeed once, she was about to open her mouth to continue dialing...

Unexpectedly, Bai Lian shook the soft corner of the clothes in his hands, without arrogance or impetuosity, raised his hand again to draw blood from the center of his eyebrows, and continued to copy without saying a word.

A powerful suction surged out of the Brahma seal again, and Bai Lian's face became paler due to blood loss.

Unsurprisingly, it failed again.

Bai Lian took the silver needle floating in front of him, pierced his eyebrows a little deeper, and continued to use blood as ink to paint the name Fanyin.

three times……

four times...

ten times……

fifteen times...

Cang Nanyi looked at him in amazement, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

With her disposition, she didn't have much patience. She was able to chat with Bai Li'an for so long today because she was interested in Bai Li'an's novelty of 'dead sword' and 'living sword'.

Looking at the heavens of the Six Realms, no one has ever said such rebellious but heartfelt remarks to her since ancient times.

In the past, she didn't have such a good temperament to follow the teachings of those disciples she accepted.

To accept her as an apprentice, she doesn't need to be extremely talented, but she must not be too stupid.

When she taught her disciples, she could say one word but never two, as for the rest, it all depended on personal comprehension.

As a result, those disciples are often in a state of half-knowledge and ignorance when they learn the Tao.

But what is the Kunlun Jingxu, the place where three thousand sacred books of the divine way are stored.

How can one be a personal disciple of the Kunlun God and resist such a temptation, so in this half-knowledgeable state, he can't help but learn new Taoism supernatural powers, and in the end he often ends up in a state of obsession.

Bai Lian seemed to fail over and over again, and would rather waste his blood and go around detours than ask for help.

But Cang Nanyi has such a unique insight, this kid has clearly found a way in this way.

Although he failed to draw seals again and again, every name and Buddhist seal he left was completely consistent with the last time, without any deviation.

It seems that they all failed miserably in the same place, but as the number of failures increased, the blood energy he consumed was gradually decreasing.

Later, he was even able to perfectly control the blood energy in his body, preventing it from being absorbed and devoured by a large amount of Brahma seals.

He was looking for the balance between Sanskrit and 'name' at an astonishing speed.

As time went by, Bai Lian experienced countless failures, and the blood on his fingertips even turned white.

His clear eyes were still so pure that there was no trace of impurity, and there seemed to be only the imprint of the finger in his eyes.

"Yan——————"

With the sound of a sword chanting, the blood flowing from Bai Li'an's body fell perfectly.

Didn't ask Fanyin to absorb half a point more, Hua Xu's name of 'Li Ji' became magnificent, and the cloth sword with the name in his hand suddenly arose, densely!
"It's done." Bai Lian's eyes lit up.

"Well, not bad." Cang Nanyi nodded in satisfaction.

She likes this kind of teaching method that just thinks about it in her heart, and the other party can fully understand it without wasting words.

Bai Lian stared at the cyan-colored cloth in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I can feel the divine power of Li Ji. What kind of power is this, which can carry Hua Xu's consciousness on this mortal cloth."

Cang Nanyi said: "It's my Kunlun divine channel technique, the art of appraising characters."

"Appraisal formula?"

"Appreciation of characters is to borrow other people's aura and Taoism, and to learn from it for one's own use. It can be used as a talisman, which can be used as a power of summoning. Hmm... Looking at this aura, it turns out to be Hua Xu's?"

Cang Nanyi rolled his eyes, and said: "It's not bad, Huaxu Shenshi majors in kendo, since you are in the Tianxi Sword Sect, you must have this seal in Tianshan Mountain tomorrow, which will be of great benefit.

It's just that this is a common cloth after all, and it's just a one-time consumable. The art of identifying characters consumes a lot of mental power. If you want to use this power for a long time, you need to find some special talisman paper materials. The higher the material of the talisman paper , the strength is stronger.

Alright, the deity has already taught you the way to get started. As for the extent to which you can control the power of the Bronze Gate, it depends on your own good fortune. "

Bai Li'an has a temperament that can understand a little bit, of course he understands that every word that the empress of the emperor said to him today is as precious as a thousand pieces of gold.

Even if it is one more word with her, it will be a great attainment.

"Dare to ask my mother, do you know how to strengthen your spiritual power?"

Cang Nanyi raised his eyes and stared at him with strange eyes, and a low and vague laugh came out of his throat: "Slippery brat, how did your mother make you so smart with such a small head."

Of course, Bai Lian didn't ask this sentence for no reason.

Spiritual power is a kind of supernatural power that all practitioners will also cultivate, because whether it is an imperial weapon, sound transmission or drawing symbols, spiritual power needs to be used.

It's just that mental power is not the main technique, and most of the world's masters are talisman masters. The knowledge of talisman dao touched by Bai Li'an is not profound.

Bai Lian couldn't summon the bronze door to the present world, but every time he sensed the breath of the bronze door, he relied on spiritual power.

Bai Lian hadn't done any in-depth research on the illusory and mysterious power of spiritual power, so spiritual power was thin.

If he can strengthen his mental power to a certain level, does that mean that he can use his mental power to enter the bronze door.

Communicate with the ancient gods in the door, bestow names on the inside, and use word-appreciation formulas on the outside to gain authority.

After all, when he was under the ghost mountain and left the world of Bronze Gate in a hurry, Bai Lian only had time to bestow names on Netherwolf, Huaxu and Xihe.

If one can enter that great world with the power of spiritual thoughts, and then grant a name, the power obtained will naturally be different from what it used to be.

Cang Nanyi appreciated Bai Li'an's ability to see things and see details very clearly, and gave him pointers without hesitation.

She tapped Bai Lian's chest, and said: "It is not necessary to practice spiritual power to practice spiritual power. There is breath between heaven and earth, and this breath is the spiritual power for thousands of living beings to practice. Even the most common meditation is not enough. To be able to cultivate diligently, but spiritual power is such an illusory thing, but you have to rely on foreign objects to practice."

Following her fingers, Bai Lian looked down at the fairy tear embedded in his collarbone, with a surprised expression.

Cang Nanyi said: "Immortal tears, tears hide the appearance of the mirror of heaven and earth, and are the best thing to temper your spiritual power. In addition to fairy tears, you can also search for the spiritual mansions that contain and replenish divine consciousness everywhere in this world." The natural treasure.

As for how to sharpen your mental power, you need to 'exchange advice' with a powerful talisman master. You can go around places like Shifang City. "

"Thank you, Ma'am, for your advice." After listening to Sheng's words, Bai Lian benefited a lot. In just half a day, he was like a dry sponge suddenly filled with water.

A squeak.

He tore off a piece of the hem again and began to draw the name of Xi He's 'Zhao Wu'.

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Above the space of thousands of feet in the abyss, Chi Yao, who was wounded by a broken horn and bleeding continuously, swam fast, covered with miasma and poison, and a pair of thick vertical pupils with a pair of savage vertical pupils showed unstoppable violence.

The hatred of the broken horn made it want to knock down the evergreen pavilion, bite the stinky snake outside the pavilion into pieces, and swallow it into its stomach, knocking the white camel mountain upside down!

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, there was a slight coughing sound in the darkness.

Hearing this sound, Chi Yao's huge body dancing like a demon froze, and suddenly stopped dead there, not daring to move.

In the space behind him, footsteps sounded.

The voice was very soft, but every step was like a sledgehammer hitting Chi Yao's heart heavily.

"Oh." Someone seemed to sigh.

A shadow stopped at the place where Chi Yao walked, and then slowly squatted down, protruding an old mottled hand from the sleeve of the blue robe embroidered with spirea.

That hand lightly touched the miasma-filled chi blood on the ground, put it under his lips and licked it lightly.

Dirty red blood stained between his lips and teeth, the man smiled lowly, revealing a bit of cold evil.

His voice was lazy, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "How did you make yourself look like this?"

He got up, came to Chi Yao condescendingly, caressed its broken horn wound with his palm, and suddenly shot out a thunderbolt from his fingertips, which slashed cruelly on its head, scorching and ironing the bruised wound.

Chi Yao roared in pain, the fierce light in his eyes was finally hard to suppress, his tail hissed and stood upright, and he wanted to pounce.

The man didn't even look at it, he raised his arm and snapped his fingers, and a silver bracelet with faint blue luster around his wrist flickered.

A huge thunder circle suddenly appeared around Chi Yao's neck, and the terrifying power of thunder and lightning caused a sharp pain of cramp and bone gouge.

Its roaring sound instantly became exhausted, and it didn't dare to repeat it.

The man snorted coldly, dragged the chi monster to the upside-down stone statue, and threw it into the blood pool under the stone statue with a flick of his hand.

"If you lose the horn, you won't be able to get the dragon's blood for me anymore, but fortunately Lord Wang Yi's plan to break the mountain is about to come true. Today, your mistake of losing the horn is not so easy to make up for."

(End of this chapter)