Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Just when Shen Lang was enjoying the blessings of Qi people.

The destroyed land of the ancient gods, the floating island has completely disappeared, and the dark and gloomy chaotic void has swallowed everything. Only a few tiny crystals are suspended in the dark void, shining with a very faint light.

Those are the last few divine power crystals left.

Originally, when the floating island was still there, although there were a large number of crystals of divine power on the floating island, the floating island was transformed into a part of the body of an ancient god, and it had the nature of a secret realm. There was a natural barrier of the secret realm, floating vertically in the chaotic void, Nor will it be detected.

But now, without the barrier of floating islands, although these few crystals of divine power are small in size, the seemingly faint light of divine power is like a bright light in the dark, which can spread to very far away.

The breath of divine power was more like the smell of blood permeating the sea water, luring some beings to salivate.

"Thunder power!"

A huge bolt of lightning quickly shuttled through the chaotic void, following the light and breath of divine power, it quickly swept towards the few divine power crystals.

While flying over, the lightning suddenly discovered a whistling cold wind rushing in the same direction as itself. This discovery immediately caused the lightning to fluctuate, and split into several bright branches, showing its strength. Excited and angry:

"Boy Beifeng, how dare you compete with me for the divine power of thunder?"

Amidst the roaring sound, the bright branches split off from the huge lightning flashed away from the lightning body, turned into several lightning spears, and shot towards the cold wind.

In the cold wind, there came a harsh and gloomy male voice:

"Old man, it's not just the power of thunder!"

While speaking, a wall of wind gushed out of the cold wind, lying in front of those lightning bolts and blocking the spear throwing.

"Go back! No matter what kind of divine power, it belongs to me!"

Amidst the old and violent roar, a giant claw made of lightning protruded from the huge lightning, and grabbed it towards the cold wind.

"Old man, do you really think that you can control everything in the sky because you are called the king of the sky?"

Not to be outdone, Han Feng let out a cold snort, and also stretched out a giant claw made of hurricane and ice, which collided fiercely with the giant claw made of lightning.

With a collision, a violent flash of light illuminated the dark void with a radius of hundreds of miles. The lightning and cold wind also shook at the same time. They stopped for a moment, but then continued to rush towards the destination.

While flying over, the two also yelled at each other and fought fiercely. All kinds of thunder and lightning, hurricane ice and snow collided with each other, and in the chaotic void, bright flashes burst out one after another.

Soon, the two arrived at their destination and saw those tiny crystals of divine power.

Seeing those divine power crystals, Lightning and Cold Wind immediately stopped.

The huge lightning flashed and turned into a white robe and golden armor, a tall and tall old man with white beard and white hair, as mighty as a lion.

The cold wind was also howling, turning into a tall and thin young man in gray clothes and black hair, with a swift long sword on his waist.

The two stared at the few divine power crystals, with both surprise and disappointment in their eyes.

Surprisingly, the aura of those few divine power crystals is not only extremely pure, but also gives people a sense of vicissitudes and ancient times. It is likely to come from ancient gods and divine powers from remote prehistoric times.

To my disappointment, the size of these divine power crystals is too small. Such a small amount of divine power is not worth fighting for.

"Although there are not many divine powers, they come from quite a lot. They are probably the divine powers of ancient gods." The white-haired old man said in a deep voice.

"How could the power of the ancient gods appear here for no reason? Could it be a trap?"

The gray-clothed youth said, while speaking, he looked around with his dark and cold eyes, and his cold eyes seemed to be able to see through the chaos and void, and see far away.

"Don't look around, there is no so-called trap, this place has just experienced a big shattering." The white-haired old man sneered: "Boy Beifeng, you are young and have little experience, so you have to be humble in front of the old man."

The gray-clothed young man's face darkened, he didn't answer the words, he only felt the remaining aura of this place carefully, and he really noticed a trace of aura after the world was broken.

Of course, the aura of destruction is not strong, which means that the so-called "big destruction" destroyed only a small world with an insignificant size.

"The kingdom left by the ancient gods is shattered, is there only this last bit of divine power left?" the gray-clothed youth frowned.

The white-haired old man said lightly: "It's really not cost-effective to fight for this little bit of divine power. Why don't you and I get what we need?"

The young man in gray didn't speak, he raised his hand to take a picture, and took two divine power crystals containing the power of hurricane and the power of ice and snow into his palm through the air.

The white-haired old man also raised his hand and grabbed two divine power crystals containing the divine power of thunder and the divine power of flame respectively.

There are still three divine power crystals left, which respectively contain the divine power of earthquake, drought, and tsunami. The white-haired old man said:

"Earthquakes and droughts are mine, tsunamis are yours."

The young man in gray snorted coldly:

"Why can I only get one copy?"

The old man in white sneered:
"You can also take the earthquake and the drought and leave the tsunami to me."

The young man in gray pondered for a while, feeling the size of the three crystals of divine power, and finally captured the divine power of the tsunami according to what the old man in white said.

The white-haired old man raised his hand to take pictures of the two divine power crystals of earthquake and drought, and said lightly:

"Since everyone has what they need, let's leave it alone."

After speaking, his figure flashed, and it turned into a huge lightning bolt, flying towards the way it came from.

The gray-clothed young man's eyes pondered coldly for a while, and then turned into a cold wind and disappeared into the dark void.

I do not know how long it has been.

Suddenly, in the void, a small electric glow jumped out of thin air.

As soon as the Dianmang appeared, it flickered and swelled rapidly, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a human form. It was the tall and mighty old man in white robe and golden armor, white beard and white hair.

His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced around in the void, making sure that he was the only one here, and couldn't help but smile triumphantly:
"Although the boy Beifeng is also a powerful master god-level divine power, he is still a young nouveau riche, and he doesn't even know the characteristics of the destruction of the kingdom of the ancient gods..."

There are two possibilities for the destruction of the kingdom of the ancient gods. One is that the divine power in the kingdom is exhausted and it collapses naturally.

Such a collapse would be the most complete annihilation, and there would be no material left behind at all.

The second possibility is that someone broke into the kingdom of the ancient gods and took out the key pillars, causing the kingdom to collapse in advance.

Because the kingdom of the ancient gods collapsed in the second way instead of exhausting its power naturally, there might be something left.

And since there are a total of seven divine power crystals left here, it is obvious that it can only be the second way of collapse.

"Let me see who is so lucky to get the inheritance of the ancient god..."

The white-haired old man murmured, took out the Thunder Divine Power Crystal he had obtained earlier, and pinched it with two fingers.

The pure ancient god's divine power exploded, and he took a deep breath, sucking it all into his mouth and nose.

Afterwards, while refining the divine power of the ancient gods and comprehending the ancient gods' control over the divine power and the laws of heaven and earth, he used this thunderous divine power as an introduction to trace back what happened before.

Zizi!

Amidst the sound of lightning, the old man's two eyeballs turned into two flickering thunderballs, emitting two bright beams of light, reflecting in the void in front of him.

Following the beam of light, as if turning back time, phantom lights and shadows appeared in the dark void, replaying the scenes before the destruction of the floating island.

Since the complete destruction of the floating island, Shen Lang and his party have been thrown backwards into the crater.

The white-haired old man was staring at the inside of the crater, the crystal of divine power floating in mid-air, and the eyes that were shining with thunder were full of undisguised greed:
"So there used to be so much divine power here! There are so many types... Although the amount of divine power is not enough to create a powerful god, it is the purest and oldest ancient god's divine power!

"The ancient gods' knowledge and experience of controlling the laws of heaven and earth contained in the divine power...enough to make every god who has obtained the corresponding divine power, the control of their respective divine power domains, be promoted to a new height, and their strength has greatly increased!

"These damned mortals dare to blaspheme divine power! Mere mortals can't touch the essence of divine power at all, they can only treat them as useful energy, consume them recklessly, throw away everything, and waste it in vain!"

Gritting his teeth, the white-haired old man was furious, and traced back to the source, and finally found the mortals who stole the divine power.

however.

He can't get in there.

Although it is not the main world, it is still a small mortal world attached to the main world. The laws of heaven and earth are the same as those of the main world, prohibiting existences above the ninth level from entering.

Different from this chaotic void, in the void, as long as you dare to take risks, and you are not afraid of bumping into some evil objects in the void or turbulent flow in the void, whether it is the incarnation of the gods or the deity, you can roam freely in the void.

Even mortal Dharma cultivators, as long as they are brave enough, can get out of their bodies and roam the void.Of course, the consequence of mortal Faxiu doing this is basically to succeed in trying to die, and you will die if you want to die.

After all, for the gods, this chaotic void belongs to the dark forest and the unknown sea, and there is a possibility of falling.

Gods are unwilling to wander around in the void of chaos if there is not enough temptation, or if the path has already been found out.

now.

The white-haired old man had already found the location of those mortal thieves who stole divine power, but because of the laws of heaven and earth, and his own size, he couldn't come and enter at all.

The white-haired old man pondered for a while before making a decision.

It's just a small world, since there are clear coordinates, even if there is no ready-made passage, with his great power, he can force some people to enter, catch those mortal thieves, regain their divine power, and sacrifice to him.

Of course, it is easy to send people in from the outside, but it is a bit difficult to think out.However, there are also a large number of mortals in that small world, and the people who are sent in can take root in the small world, establish sects, and spread beliefs.

As long as the pious congregation reaches a certain scale, a stable passage to the main world can be opened up, and they can travel back and forth freely.

Not only can he get the power of the ancient gods, but he can also get a secret belief base... The white-haired old man felt that today was really his lucky day, he laughed, turned into lightning, and arranged for people to go.

Not long after the white-haired old man had just left.

A ray of cold wind emerged quietly, drifting around for a while, and a sneer sounded:
"Old man, I know you have hidden your hand..."

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Click Fine Pen Space.

Pieces of broken crystals of different sizes were suspended in the cold moonlight of the small moon.

Each of the five little demons occupies one side, sitting cross-legged on the ground, performing their own exercises, absorbing and refining the divine power that is aligned with themselves.

For the goblins, these divine powers not only help to enhance their strength, but also help them deepen their understanding of the domains they control.

As for the fifth realm of the goblins, the "Original Blood Realm", the focus is on perception.

Simply accumulating power can't make them condense their original blood.

Only a very deep understanding and insight can make them trace back to the source of their respective exercises and condense the original "source blood".

For a moment, Xiaoyu felt that he had turned into a fish again, wandering in the ocean ravaged by thunder and storms, riding the hurricane and tsunami, chasing the flashes of lightning.

For a moment, I felt that I had become an insignificant drop of sea water again, completely integrated into the ocean, traveling with the waves, evaporating with the wind, rising to the sky, turning into rain clouds, and being accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Suddenly it condenses into hailstones, falls to the ground, turns into water, and together with countless water droplets, merges into streams and rivers, flows along valleys and river courses, and finally becomes an unstoppable torrent, destroying everything along the way, and going straight to the sea...

In a cycle of rounds.

Gradually, there are many small fishes who are enlightened, and no longer just passively participate in this cycle.

She pulled herself away from the circulation and turned into a little dragon, living between the heaven and the earth.

Above, is the sky filled with thunder and storm.

Below, is the roaring sea with stormy waves.

The little horned dragon lives between the two, exerting its divine power, taming the power of the heaven and the earth, controlling the wind, rain, thunderstorm, and controlling the vast ocean...

Xiao Zhao's head moved bit by bit, Qiong's nose was flaring, a stream of crystal saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he made a slight snoring sound.

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

But even in his sleep, Baidi Xuangong is still in operation, still drawing the divine power that matches her nature.

With the continuous refining of divine power, Xiao Zhao also had fantastic and blurred dreams.

She dreamed that she had become a gust of wind.

Wandering in the chaos of darkness and nothingness, before he knew it, a massive amount of wind gathered around him.

Those winds, some are light, some are turbid, some are soft, some are irritable, some are cold, some are hot, some are sharp as blades, and some are feminine like poison.

The winds of heaven and earth gathered together, gradually blowing away the nothingness, breaking the chaos, making the chaos of darkness and nothingness light and turbid, space appeared, time flowed, some heaven and earth, four directions, there were sunrise and sunset...

But soon, the mischievous winds laughed unscrupulously, flying, pouring into this nascent "world", ruthlessly destroying everything.

Xiao Zhao also enthusiastically joined in, using the indestructible blazing white wind and the destructive black wind that erodes all things to destroy all matter mercilessly and joyfully, until this newborn small world is returned to a state of darkness and chaos.

He just played this game over and over again, until he got tired of it, Xiao Zhao finally rolled, and turned into a little white tiger from a gust of wind.

The white tiger brushed its fur and opened its mouth to roar, and all kinds of winds that were familiar with her gathered around her, surrounded her, flattered her, and paid their highest respect to their king.

The little white tiger held its head high, proudly, throwing off its four claws, surrounded by the wind, flitting like a shadow in this chaotic darkness, looking for and gathering more wind...

Xiaoya also fell into a dream.

She ran happily in the forest with countless seeds, flowers, trees, vines, thorns... She spread these countless seeds to the edge of the forest, continuously expanding the forest area.

But just when the forest was getting wider and everything was full of vitality, terrible droughts, wildfires, earthquakes... took turns, and the forest turned into scorched earth in a blink of an eye. Looking around, there was only a piece of gray and black mottled scorched earth, and there was no more blue and blue. .

With two packs of hot tears in her eyes, the little rabbit stood on the hillside, looking at the forest ruins where she had devoted countless efforts.

Is it all destroyed like this?
No, destruction is not the end. Rise and fall is the way of the cycle of heaven and earth. Under the ashes of plants and trees, there are still surviving seeds. As long as they can germinate, this fertile ashes soil is the best breeding ground for them.

In the coming year, the most beautiful green plants and flowers will surely grow here.

The little rabbit wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, jumped into the gray and mottled ashes of the fire scene, carefully felt the little bit of life under the thick ashes, and patiently cared for their growth. She herself was also in this scene. In the cycle of ups and downs, ups and downs, she feels her way.

Even in the cruelest environment, even under the most terrifying disaster, there is a miracle of life, never yielding...

Xiao Ye felt that she had become an ignorant bird again, busy casting her own sun in the nothingness.

She picked up various strange materials bit by bit, and piled them together to form an irregular sphere.

The sphere was not round enough, so after thinking for a while, she continued to search for materials and filled it in, trying to fill it into an absolutely perfect round sphere.

But no matter how many materials she finds and how many times she fills in, her sun can never become the absolutely perfect sphere she idealized.

Xiaoye became angry, spread her wings, and burst into flames, trying to burn this strange sphere that had been piled up so hard.

But at the moment when she spread her wings and shone, a miracle happened.

The huge and strange sphere suddenly disintegrated, and countless materials attached to her, wrapping her tightly in all directions.The flames she erupted ignited them, turning them into a huge fireball, and the star magnetism she radiated made the fireball automatically collapse into the most perfect sphere.

At this moment, Xiao Ye finally realized: Why do you need to create the sun?Originally, I was the sun!
There is no need to chase the sun, let alone create the sun, the Golden Crow is the sun itself.

Even the young Golden Crow is not enough to illuminate one world, but sooner or later in the future, she will be as big as a star, shining brightly in the world...

Small bones almost never dream.

She had entered a dream.

But the ones that entered were all lucid dreams created by the little spider, not her own dreams.

Today, she had a rare dream.

In the dream, she felt as if she had transformed into a powerful Yan Mo Emperor, riding a huge bone dragon with wingspan covering the sky, flying over the messy land after the catastrophe, and guiding those confused dead into the world. Netherworld.

There is a city in the nether world.

It was a city of unknown size, and countless dead souls wandered in the city, waiting for Emperor Yan to send them down.

There are also countless resentful spirits and fierce ghosts who gather outside the city, looking down on the city, but they are ruthlessly suppressed by Yan Mo.

Being Emperor Yan seems to be very busy...

If you are so busy, will you have no time to be with Shen Lang in the future?
Thinking a little too far.

I'm still just a little bone spirit, and I'm still far away from Emperor Yan Mo.

Besides, as an emperor, how could he not have subordinates?
Judge of life and death, black and white impermanence, bull head and horse face, ghost soldiers and ghost messengers, hell dogs, ghost fighters... all have to be arranged.

This dream is also a bit strange, why do you have such a dream?

Am I not refining divine power?

Why did I suddenly dream that I became Yan Emperor who suppressed Hell?

Calamity brings destruction, destruction creates death, and death leads directly to the nether world...

A large amount of nether power transformed from refining divine power has caused my cultivation base to skyrocket. Have I dreamed about the future in advance?
Or is this a situation that a certain Emperor Yan once experienced, projected into my dream?
Well, to condense "Origin Blood", one must reach the source of the exercises...

So, should I carefully understand the daily work of that Yan Modijun?

Then keep dreaming, although it's a bit weird to have a "lucid dream"...

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