Shading the sky: from the beginning of the emperor

Chapter 68 There are only three things to do in the Immortal Mansion, Fishing, Fishing, Still Fishing
The Xianfu swamp is full of sunshine. Although it is a quagmire, it also has a good appearance.

Xiang Yufei grasped five fingers, and extracted a touch of aura from more than a hundred god-killing insects. It is the fusion of all their blood imprints, including a trace of ancestral blood. Although it is not strong, it can still be devoured initially. .

He sat cross-legged in the middle of the big copper cauldron, absorbed this ray of golden light into his body, and immediately resonated with the rushing purple and silver blood, entangled with each other, and also fought, trying to separate the primary and secondary from the subordinate.

"Anyway, there are still some insect eggs left behind. Unfortunately, it takes too long to cultivate, and only the poor can try it." Duan De groped aside, found some insect eggs from the swamp, and solemnly put them away .

Originally, he was rich and well-off, so he would not be moved by these things; but it was different since the day he returned to the sea, and he returned to the pre-liberation overnight, with nothing in his wealth and nothing in his sleeves.

"You damn black dog, the Dao master must not stop day and night when he meets you, and train you well!" The unscrupulous Taoist gritted his teeth, his arms trembling uncontrollably, his resentment had already turned into substance, and black smoke was constantly flying from his seven orifices fly out.

And the 'black hand behind the scenes' whom he had been thinking about was sitting and practicing peacefully at the moment, the purple and silver blood energy in his body turned into a white-headed empress and killed him, raising his hand to suppress the golden streamer.

The worm shadow inside roared, struggled, and continued to attack, but was wrapped and refined by the evolved red dust oven, and was wiped out into fly ash, and the whole worm shadow collapsed.

He doesn't need the imprint of the bloodline spiritual group, he just grabs the powerful part of it to strengthen the origin of the human race, so that he can evolve his own "things" instead of becoming "a hodgepodge of all races".

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A wisp of white air rushed out from between Yufei's mouth and nose, golden and silver in color. He got up and calculated, and found that three days had passed, and it took a lot of time to match the characteristics of the Godkiller.

"What kind of physique do you have right now? Why do you feel that you are more perverted than those kings?" Duan De muttered strangely, just now he felt a breath of a god-killing insect, wanting to eat his own flesh and blood Out of general.

"Mortal body.

A mortal body that is as fake as a replacement, pure as white paper. "Xiang Yufei replied lightly, he is the purest mortal body, not a special physique.

Ghost letter... The unscrupulous Taoist did not speak, but his eyes and expression have sincerely reflected his own thoughts.

I don't believe anyone else, if this is still called a mortal body, then what is an ordinary monk?Ordinary within ordinary, vulgar within vulgar?
It's too hard to give others a way out!

The mountains and the sea are vast, and the wind and waves are endless. The two of them traveled more than ten miles, and suddenly felt a strong Taoist rhyme, and suddenly saw a huge cliff lying in front of them.

The imprints on it are vague, and there are all kinds of birds, beasts, fish and insects, and there are many ancient lines whose meanings cannot be discerned.

Xiang Yufei knows that this is a natural map of the way of heaven, which contains the true meaning of the Dao, and was left by the emperor in his later years. There is no mysterious secret technique, let alone a specific method, but it is just explaining a natural way.

According to the old rules, Duan De waited for him to calculate a hexagram before opening the way with Feng Shui, which is considered traditional.

Swish!
Xiang Yufei calculated the secrets of the sky, and the 64 hexagrams intertwined left and right, echoing the operating rules of the entire Immortal Mansion world, concentrated here, and instantly presented a strange hexagram image with overlapping upper and lower shocks.

"When the wind blows, you can't see your head, and you can't see your head when you are upside down. If you are slow, you will be smooth, and if you are too fast, you will not be free; this is the next hexagram."

He is not surprised, this is Shuilei Tun, the Tun hexagram, which means the beginning is difficult, and the next hexagram, the shock is thunder, which means movement; the hurdle is rain, which means danger.There are thunderstorms, dangers abound, and the environment is harsh.

"Damn it, the feng shui calculated by the poor Taoist is also dangerous. It is a place of nine absolutes." The unscrupulous Taoist priest was also very surprised. According to calculations, this place is a place of absolute heaven, absolute land, absolute people, absolute ghosts, and absolute immortals. .

However, there is also a ray of life, as long as you find the emperor's soldiers, or something related to the emperor, most of them will manifest a way of life.

"Emperor soldiers...we do have them, and the way of life is at our feet." Xiang Yufei's expression moved slightly when he heard the words, and he looked into the void behind him. A mountain in the distance.

There, there is a dark shadow faintly in sight, full of evil and ominous breath.

Duan De didn't see it with his back turned, but he couldn't help shivering, muttering and calculating again.

Burialology, this is a broad and profound metaphysics. He studied it hard for many years, went to various ancient tombs, and finally combined his own experience to suspect that the concept of gods was born here.

"Don't doubt it, here, that's it." Unexpectedly, Xiang Yufei nodded calmly, and pointed to a black shadow on the top of the mountain in the distance, who was smiling strangely, but never approached.

"Hiss, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, living god Nian?

But why is it so dark and so short? Could it be that it was suppressed here by the ancient emperor? Duan De's eyes lit up strangely, he looked over as if sizing up a baby, and began to comment, just like looking at a product.

"There are some problems with this god's mind, and it is not perfect. It may not be left behind by the great emperor after his death. Maybe it was conceived or cut out by a special method, and his strength even fell to around the realm of sages." The great sage of the Cai clan whispered, feeling that there was something wrong.

The three of them were very calm and harmonious, they just commented on the gods on the mountain like no one else, and then turned their heads and left, as if they didn't care at all.

Xiang Yufei quite agrees with Cai Daochang's statement. In the original historical process, the strength of this god's mind is very wrong. It will fear the emperor soldiers who have not yet recovered, and will be forced to retreat by the powerful formation. Although it is because of restraint, but Most of the strength is only between Zhan Dao and the saint, and has encountered drastic changes.

He thought, maybe it has something to do with the emperor; maybe he made a move to save the line because he took the coffin; or maybe it was the revenge of the immortal emperor after his death, then the origin of this god's thought is very intriguing.

Until they left, the strange laughter on the top of the hill stopped for a long time, only God Nian was left standing there in the wind, as if something was wrong.

Are people now so courageous?
He was a little unbelieving, and wanted to follow up to have a look, he was a god!When did you suffer this grievance!

Can't bear it, not only can't bear it, it can't bear it.

"Go east, then go south, and there will be great auspicious omens." Along the way, Xiang Yufei fortune-telling, Duan De's Feng Shui, the great sage of the Cai clan exorcised evil spirits, and moved extremely quickly.

But after a while, I came to the important place, opened a pair of stone gates, and a dense mist rushed out, revealing a sacred mountain. There was no vegetation on it, but it was not lacking in vitality.

"What a fertile medicine field, this will definitely breed a medicine king!" Duan De clicked his tongue, staring at a medicine field built with five-color divine jade.

The black soil is fertile there, and the six ancient medicinal plants are crystal clear, and the fairy mist flows, and the fragrance emitted makes people salivate.

From the stone wall above, ground milk would drip down every once in a while and seep into the soil to nourish the six ancient herbs.

This is the king of ancient medicine, which has been grown for 9 to 400 years. Although it is not as good as the immortal medicine, it is considered a treasure. A king of medicine can prolong life for at least [-] years, let alone such an ancient medicine.

"This thing is destined for me, and I can't bear to abandon it here. The treasures of heaven and earth can't be exposed to the wilderness." Xiang Yufei sighed, and with a flick of his sleeve, the medicine field was empty, and there was nothing left, and he grabbed it again , this time there is not even a medicine field left, and the surrounding area is barren.

"Zhongzhou is an emperor, you are so cruel, I protested, and didn't even drink a mouthful of soup." The fat Taoist didn't react, let alone the meat, he didn't take a sip of the soup, and jumped angrily.

In order to appease him, Xiang Yufei gave him some fertile soil and an ancient medicine king, anyway, it was a 'treasure pool type of investment', and they all came back again in the future.

And in the depths, there are more than a dozen pieces of broken copper piled up, exuding ancient and mysterious energy, with a dim luster, which is a broken and decayed holy vessel; the pattern of heaven and earth born by the ancient clock is still there, inside Even the god who owns the clock sleeps.

Xiang Yufei stretched out his right palm, and operated the secret character of soldiers and the characteristics of killing gods,
Turn it into a big bell jar of flesh and blood, devour it and refine it directly, and unite with the flesh and blood to create a flesh and blood holy bell. The sleeping god inside just works as the flesh and blood spiritual center, which is very suitable.

Of course, this did not happen overnight, it would take time to grind it, and it would be more effective if it was in the fire domain, and the eldest saint of the Cai clan would also help to refine it, so as to prevent the holy artifact from backlashing back, and the law is not something that the king of Dao Slayer can bear.

Relatively speaking, right now the right palm is the strongest part of his physical body, even the Dao Slayer King can be slapped to death, and the Dacheng King will feel chills when he comes.

When the gods inside are revived and the flesh and blood are united with spirit, it will be like having a 'right palm of a saint', with infinite power.

Two days later, the source technique, feng shui and heavenly secrets, the three of them worked together to go deep, and finally succeeded in reaching the deepest part of the earth veins, and finally saw the fairy burial place they were looking for. .

In the center there is a high platform like a huge pyramid, on which there is a coffin, which reveals endless vicissitudes. Although it is not more than one foot long, it seems to have carried the ages and pretended to be over the years.

"God's coffin! This is a coffin made from the trunk of the ancient tea tree of Enlightenment! It's too extravagant." Duan De's eyes almost popped out, his mouth opened wide, and he froze in place.

"Do it, carry the coffin and leave!"

Xiang Yufei's eyes were fiery, and he waved his big hand. He came here for this ancient coffin. Is there any reason to miss it?

This is not only made of the branches of the ancient tea tree that enlightened Taoism, but also contains the Taihuang Sutra that was revised by the Taihuang in his later years. The power of the emperor's dragon spirit has reached its peak. Tibetan.

He intends to inform the Great Xia Dynasty of the death and secrets of the Taihuang in the deepest part of the Immortal Mansion, so it is not in vain to take advantage of them, and he will not spread this scripture to the outside world.

The high platform has ancient mighty power, and only those with strong physical bodies can climb to the top. The divine power has been suppressed, and it took the two of them a lot of time to climb to the top.

"Huh? Why is there still a piece of five-color divine ice? It seems that there is a corpse in it. Shouldn't it be placed in a coffin?" Due to his professional and sensitive nature, Duan De was immediately attracted by the divine ice beside him. No attention to the coffin.

And Xiang Yufei took the opportunity to lift a trace of the coffin lid, and he saw the deep imprint, which was a vague human-shaped imprint, but his back was a dragon, which contained the inheritance of the Taihuang Sutra, and it was for the strongest to attack. The Royal Dragon Qi!
Swish!
The next moment, he directly took out the body of the swallowing jar, and put away the ancient coffin with the power of a godless weapon, which shocked Duan De. After a while of exclamation, he was dumbfounded. Are there any left?

Ow!

At this moment, a distraught roar came from under the altar, it was the black shadow standing on the top of the mountain.

The god wanted to pursue him so far, and couldn't help but glared angrily when he saw this scene, he couldn't even let out a laugh, he was very angry.

This guy, came in just to steal the coffin?
So despicable!

In broad daylight, the sky is bright, and a crowd is gathered to steal the coffin!

(End of this chapter)