Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

"He actually escaped... How is this possible... But how did he do it with a mere hundred years of cultivation?"

"Could it be some kind of supernatural power?"

"But no matter how powerful the supernatural power is, without the support of Taoism, it is just water without a source, and a tree without roots. How can it escape?"

"Unless...he hides his cultivation?"

Lingkong circled back and forth in the well violently, like a snake chasing its tail, circle after circle, murmuring endlessly, never seeing the original calmness again.

When Mo Chuan disappeared, although he guessed that Mo Chuan might have escaped, he couldn't believe it deep in his heart.

It is really a thousand-year sealing career, which has already caused him to experience too much despair.

Every time the light of hope rises, it is just the dusk before the dark night. It looks like light, but it brings more cruel darkness.

But this time is different.

He was so sure that Mo Chuan escaped and appeared outside the well with his thousand-year-old dragon slough.

This made his already numb heart of despair set off a huge wave, so much so that Mo Chuan's ridicule before leaving seemed insignificant.

"Yuqing, the child's chance has come."

Suddenly, Ling Kong stopped and looked at his wife Yu Qing.

Yu Qing was taken aback, and subconsciously lowered her head to look at her abdomen. The protruding abdomen made her figure extraordinarily bloated and gigantic, to the point that she surpassed her husband, like a pig dragon.

"...Really want to do this?" Yuqing's voice trembled.

"Thousands of years, haven't you seen through the face of those worms? They won't let us go, no matter what price we pay, but it's different, it's innocent, it's our last hope, isn't it? What's more, you want it to live in this dark well?"

Ling Kong swam to Madam's side, and they rubbed each other's necks, their voices full of pain.

Yu Qing didn't say a word and fell into an oppressive silence.

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Mo Chuan, who left Shuanglong Temple, immediately escaped into the sacrificial furnace.

Now the Yangshen Temple in the sacrificial furnace is still in a state of collapsed ruins. Mo Chuan has no intention of tidying it up, and it has become a treasure hunting place for several evil spirits.

At this time, a side hall next to it has become a new Yangshen Temple.

The new hall was empty, and Mo Chuan walked around the main hall, pacing and thinking, while reviewing the matter of Ssangyong, he seemed to be able to hear the lingering sound of Ling Kong begging to stay.

"Judging from the information obtained, I should be the only one who escaped after entering the water purification vase."

"Then I will be Ssangyong's only hope of escaping from the deep well."

"In order to stabilize me, even if I know that I am blackmailing, I will inevitably bleed and wait for opportunities."

"Then this is my chance."

"However, once Ssangyong has no hope of escaping, the tricks will not work well."

"So I have to give them something to look forward to."

"The scale needs to adapt to the situation and make a good decision."

"In short, not saving Ssangyong is the final bottom line, no matter what price they offer and how much wrong they suffer!"

While thinking secretly, Mo Chuan drew a bottom line for himself in his heart.

Honestly, is SsangYong guilty?And whether he was wronged?It doesn't make much sense anymore.

Race strife has nothing to do with justice.

Once Shuanglong is saved, the Chengye River will inevitably dry up, and it will affect tens of millions of people on both sides of the Chengye River.

This was a scene that Mo Chuan, who was a human race, did not want to see no matter what.

"I don't know if Jin Bi Qian Tong Jue can refine the Dao Furnace for Sacrificial Sacrifice. Now is the time to try it!"

After making a mental presupposition, Mo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously thought of more uses of Jinbi Qiantong Jue.

To this day, he has already faintly realized why he got the great opportunity to offer sacrifices to the Dao Furnace?

If he guessed correctly, he is actually the ancestor of the Chen family in Qukou, Qingshui County!
A true ancestor.

The body of the sacrificial offering stove is the incense burner in the ancestral hall of the Chen family in Qukou. By accident, it was activated by Chen's obsession, and through the power of the stove, it communicates with him who is in the trance.

In the end, he got the treasure by chance, broke free from the dark and gloomy environment, and smuggled into the world of incense.

However, even so, Mo Chuan's use of the sacrificial stove is still very superficial, in a state of "knowing it but not knowing why".

For example, the sacrificial offering stove can intercept unowned incense.

Mo Chuan encountered countless Wuzhu incenses, but he was unmoved by the sacrificial stove.

It seems that it will only be attracted by the incense of obsession.

If he mastered it thoroughly, perhaps he would be able to turn passive into active and take the initiative to intercept the incense.

Those gods dare not intercept the incense;

He has long coveted the ancestor worship incense in ordinary people's homes.

Of course, he doesn't eat and drink for free. If the donors encounter any headaches, brain fever, and evil spirits, after devout prayers, if he feels something, he will definitely help them.

Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?

After thinking about it, Mo Chuan's heart became more and more fiery, and he quickly escaped from the Dao Furnace, sneaked into the Shoushan Mountain, and tried to refine the Dao Furnace.

Unexpectedly, a mouthful of blood was sprayed on it, and his curse seal was swayed like rain, and the Dao Furnace was still as stable as Mount Tai, without any sign of refining.

"Can't refine it? Is this because of limited Taoism, or... this furnace is not a thing of the five elements?"

Mo Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

He can't experiment with the former, but he can test the latter.

He then used the five elements of Jinbi Qiantong Jue to intensify and verify them one by one. Sure enough, no matter how the power of the five elements was swayed, it could not arouse the resonance of the sacrificial furnace.

In this case, there is only one possibility:
——This furnace is not among the five elements.

"It's not among the five elements. It seems that this furnace is at least a spiritual weapon."

Mo Chuan muttered to himself.

The five elements are not five substances. In the view of Taoism, the five elements are the five operating states of "qi", which basically covers the laws of the world.

Because of the mutual influence of these five motion states, more redundant motion states will be derived.

Not in the five elements, it can only be said that this is a state of motion that cannot be produced naturally.

In other words, even if it occurs, it is difficult to maintain a state of motion for a long time.

It can be seen that this state is mostly artificially created.

This is also the fundamental reason why Mo Chuan judged that it was at least a spiritual weapon.

——It is not a spiritual weapon, it is like a dead thing, and it is bound to be unable to maintain this rare "non-five-element movement state".

"I should have thought of it a long time ago. The Dao Furnace for the Sacrifice Festival never swallowed Yuan Qi, but it was able to intercept the incense every now and then. There is no other explanation except for the spiritual weapon."

Mo Chuan took a deep breath.

In the final analysis, it was because of too little experience and lack of knowledge in the past, and now it is considered to be able to get a glimpse of the true face.

Seeing that he couldn't refine it, he could only give up.

Just when he was about to comprehend the method of cultivating the spirit in the inner scene, a ray of incense came slowly, followed by the sound of Yin and Yang chanting mantras.

"This is not a place for you to rest. It is sad to die in vain. My parents in my hometown are looking forward to it. My beautiful wife and young son are looking forward to returning home. Don't hesitate in your soul and soul. Be as anxious as a law, get up!"

Turning away the incense burner and looking, one can see a Taoist altar in a large courtyard facing the river.

Beside the altar, two Taoist priests in patchwork clothes were shaking their heads and chanting incantations endlessly.

A male corpse covered with yellow paper was lying on the altar.

The strange thing is that this corpse is obviously as thin as a stick, but its belly is as big as a drum, supporting stretch marks.