The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

Without the threat of the old demon, Cao Tianshi cautiously emerged from the space inside the chariot.

"Liu Feng, that lady Miaoyun wants to trick you, so be careful."

Hearing Mr. Cao's message, Liu Feng just nodded lightly and turned to Lu Yao, who was stunned.

After not seeing each other for five and a half years, this woman didn't know his experience, and he had no time to explain at the moment.

"You go first to Cangtuo Temple."

A circle of Buddha's light bloomed in front of his chest. After putting away Lu Yao, Liu Feng glanced at Cao Tianshi.

The two stepped out of the chariot, Cao Tianshi followed Liu Feng without missing a step, and disappeared under the gaze of many people.

Those below the Sixth Realm cannot see them, while those above the Sixth Realm can follow them with their spiritual consciousness.

In the long swamp forest, the willow breeze covers a mile in one step.

Twenty years have passed in a daze, and he has gone from a frail young man to what he is today.

With the cultivation of the Sixth Realm, he could live in peace for a while, but after having some memories of his past life, he knew that if he stopped moving forward, his end would definitely be infinitely more miserable than in his previous life.

"The king-blood forces who plotted against Jing Chen were ordered by their ancestors, and their ancestors were instructed by their ancestors in the virtual world."

"The cause and effect can be traced back to tens of thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years ago. I must have been to the virtual world in one of my lives, and the master of Jing Chen is probably also in the virtual world now."

When Liu Feng thought about the virtual world, he couldn't help but think of the Immortal Seed of the First Demon Flower he met in Zhuoyin Mountain. This person talked about the war in the virtual world and the fragments of the virtual world.

He had been coming to this place on the border of the Daqi Dynasty, and he always felt a little familiar on the way. Jing Chen should know something about the virtual world, but unfortunately he had incomplete memories of his past life.

"Liu Feng, is the abbot of Jing'en Temple really your apprentice in the past life? Don't mistake the wrong person and get ripped apart when you come to the door!" Cao Tianshi's face was stiff and he looked around.

"Jing'en, Jing'en, his dharma name is Jing'en. Even if a person with such affection becomes an evil spirit, he still won't harm me if he still has a shred of sanity."

Liu Feng explained casually. When he looked at the terrain of the swamp, his eyes were in a trance, and his expression seemed to have changed unknowingly, becoming dull and peaceful.

The swamp forest was no longer in front of him, and he remembered a mountainous land.

Three thousand and four hundred years ago, this place was still a mountainous area, named Zhoushan, not Zhoulin. There was an unnamed temple in the mountain, and it was once the place where Jingchen lived in seclusion for thirty years to cultivate his mind.

Following the path in his memory, Liu Feng closed his eyes and ignored the swamp ahead. Green mountains and green waters appeared in his mind.

Next, he plunged into the swamp and headed underground.

Cao Tianshi turned his head and glanced at the Buddhist chariot following silently behind him, and quickly followed it into the depths of the mud.

At this time, not only Dharma King Miaoyun was following Liu Feng with his spiritual consciousness, but a giant shadow was wandering in the dark clouds above, and three monsters were following Liu Feng.

But Liu Feng could only dive for two breaths, as if he had entered another world and disappeared within their spiritual consciousness.

"There is no space fluctuation below. He cannot disappear out of thin air. This is where the eighth-grade evil object's body lies."

A big hole opened in the clouds, and the Gu Diao opened its mouth and spit out a stream of demonic light, which shot towards the place where Liu Feng disappeared.

With a "buzz" sound, the Buddha's power vibrated, and this demonic light was blocked by a layer of golden curtain.

"He is a Buddhist disciple of our sect. How can I allow you to hurt him when this Dharma King is here?" Outside the curtain of the Buddhist chariot, a beautiful woman with an oval face appeared, holding a magic pestle.

Before the Gu Eagle responded, Long Po, one with brown hair and one with white hair, holding the old woman's head on both of his heads, looked down into the clouds.

"Miaoyun, don't be so hypocritical here. Do you really care about his life or death? I heard that you left him alone in Xumihai."

"Brother Six, she wants to take advantage of her. Let's take a look later. If there is no benefit to be gained, see if she will try her best to stop me and others."

If there is no benefit but only danger, let alone Miaoyun, they must leave immediately, and before leaving, they must not forget to pay a favor to the emperor of Daqi.

In front of the Buddhist chariot, Dharma King Miaoyun turned a deaf ear to the words of the two demons.

She raised her right hand, and the soil for a mile shook violently, slowly peeling off the swamp.

The mud flowed down, and a square one mile in size rose into the air, causing the nearby slaves to retreat in shock.

No matter what the Buddhist teachings are, just lifting such a large piece of soil is beyond the understanding of ordinary monks. This is equivalent to lifting a small mountain, with the legendary ability to move mountains.

Such a big movement could be seen clearly by the disciples of Tuoyue Palace outside the forest.

The earth rises into the air, and the majestic Buddha power shuttles through it. If the spiritual consciousness is useless, it will be swept away with the Buddha power.

Just when her Buddha power touched a certain point, a ball of white paint-like brilliance spread out, whitening everything around her in an instant.

The eyes of all the slaves in Zhoulin turned white, and all directions turned white, and an illusion unfolded within a hundred miles.

Looking from the outside, the disciples of Tuoyue Palace, including Yu Qiongzi and Zhou Wan, saw that the swamp in their eyes quickly disappeared and was replaced by a mountainous land.

The mountains are undulating, the mountains are continuous, and there are birds flying in the mountains, but everything is like carved from bones.

Within the scope of the White Mountain, regardless of human race or monster race, the flesh of all creatures seems to have been dyed with white paint, the skin and flesh turn white, and the bones in the body seem to be out of control, with many bone spurs appearing.

For a time, tens of thousands of slaves were bathed in blood, with bloody holes in their flesh.

If it were an ordinary person, or even a practitioner with a low level of cultivation, he would die from internal organ rupture in a matter of seconds.

The slaves here all have extraordinary physiques, but some of them still have second realms.

Without any suspense, nearly 25,000 slaves collapsed on the ground, bleeding and turning into monsters covered with bone spurs.

"Bring them all back to me."

Three circles of black marks fell, and regardless of life or death, all 60,000 slaves were swept into the inner world, and those who could not survive were all thrown on the altar.

The three-headed old demon, a reincarnated dharma king, and the four eight-level demons used their own methods to find temples in this fantasy land of white mountains while resisting evil spells.

And somewhere they haven't discovered yet, among the shadows of mountains.

At the foot of the mountain is a temple the size of a house.

Outside the temple gate, there are young monks washing their clothes, behind the temple there are mature monks plowing the land and growing vegetables, while inside the temple the sound of sutras is chanting.

There are a total of thirty-seven monks inside and outside the temple, and everything seems to be the same as it was three thousand years ago.

Cao Tianshi followed Liu Feng across the threshold. His palms were sweaty and he didn't dare to step down with each step.

After all, he is a six-incarnation body that has been transformed from his physical body over and over again. In addition to the five senses, he also has a heart.

In his perception, none of the thirty-seven monks were alive, they were all like rotten meat strung together by skeletons.

Looking towards the temple hall, I saw a cassock-clad figure with his back to the temple door. His body was bloated, like a wooden pier holding a head.

"Liu Feng, he is not alive." Cao Tianshi reminded via voice message.

Liu Feng looked at the old monk in the Buddhist hall and sighed inwardly. Why did he need to remind him? When he came in, he saw that the old monk had become an evil spirit.

He has seen many evil spirits since his practice. The old monk's body in front of him has been completely eroded. He is completely reduced to evil spirits and is unconscious.

"Two donors, you are destined to be a Buddha, why don't you take refuge in me, the Buddha." The old monk twisted his body and turned around like a top.

It was a statue-like bone-white body. No legs could be seen in the lower body. It was connected to a spine, and the spine penetrated into the ground and extended to no one knows where. Looking into the old monk's empty bone-white eyes, Cao Tianshi swallowed, took a step to the right, and hid behind Liu Feng.

But at this moment, the entire temple, the monks, the walls, everything in sight began to move, and the ground beneath his feet was stirring like a living thing, wrapping around his feet.

The bones in his body seemed to be completely out of control. Cao Tianshi couldn't help but opened his mouth and spat out. Thousands of wood seeds grew wildly on the spot, blocking the entire temple.

"Crack, click..." Broken wood flew everywhere, and it didn't even make it through the face.

The temple floor was also cracking, and ribs that were more than ten feet long popped out, closing together like a cage, trapping Cao Tianshi and Liu Feng inside.

There was a strange sound of spines rubbing against the ground, and the old monk in the Buddhist hall stood up. Under him was a large spine that sprang up from the cave, as straight as a big backbone snake holding up a bone-white Buddha statue.

"I'm here to save you."

The white shadow flashed, and two lumps of rotten flesh protruded from the bone-white old monk's palm, about to be pressed into the two people's bodies.

In Liu Feng's eyes, the two lumps of rotten flesh were clearly evil objects, as if they were parts separated from the body of an evil object.

Cao Tianshi shrank behind Liu Feng. When there was no way to escape, the big hand that the old monk was about to press stopped a foot away from the two of them.

The old monk's dull face had a trance-like look as if he were just waking up from a dream.

It's just that he was completely eroded by the evil thing after all, and he can't see much sanity, and he only maintains his past habits with a little obsession.

Liu Feng, who had been silent since then, said, "Jing En, don't you remember me?"

Turning the Wheel of the Wheel, Buddha's power circulated, and a golden round wheel appeared behind him. The wheel was densely covered with Sanskrit characters and kept spinning along some mysterious trajectory.

As soon as the Lunpan Sutra came out, the old monk's face became more dazed, but it was still not enough.

"Jing En, my dharma name is Jing En? You, you are..."

Seeing that the old monk had difficulty recognizing himself, Liu Feng scanned the entire temple with his eyes, and then took a closer look at the spine that was dragged dozens of feet out of the ground. Except for two lumps of rotten flesh, he could not find any other evil smell.

However, through the large hole in the ground, I found the aura of many Buddha treasures and relics. I don't know whether they were owned by Jing En before or were stolen by murder.

"The body of the evil thing is in the bone body! To end this obsession, it seems that we have to use the golden body of his previous life to strip out the evil thing from his body."

Just as Liu Feng thought of this, a beautiful woman stood outside the temple gate.

"For Buddhist disciples to meditate, just leave it to a poor nun."

The moment King Miaoyun arrived, three large groups of black shadows arrived in the bone-white fantasy realm.

"Miaoyun, before you do anything, let's figure out how to separate it. We want evil things. You can take this skeleton and the Buddha treasure."

"There's no need to say more. Just tear down this skeleton. The evil object's true body is inside the skeleton."

The Bodhisattva's Dharma, the Gu group of vultures, the demonic power of Dragon Mother, and the bone-white fantasy realm that stretches for hundreds of miles, are occupied by four different colors in the southeast, northwest, and northwest.

The dazed look on the face of the old monk in the temple disappeared, and he became dull again, staring at the four eight realms with empty pupils.

"I'm here to save you."

It was still the same as before, but now not only the temple was moving, but the land for several miles centered around the temple was moving.

The sound of cracking could be clearly heard, it was not an illusion, a real huge skeleton was pulled out of the soil.

Liu Feng and Cao Tianshi soared into the air and were sent to the Buddhist chariot behind by Dharma King Miaoyun.

In the field of view ahead, a spine as long as a giant python, two miles long, was swimming in the air, with ribs clustered on both sides of the middle section of the spine.

It is unimaginable how this old monk named Jing En managed to cultivate his bone body into such a state after becoming an evil spirit.

Bone spurs are still sprouting from the bones on the already terrifying bones, and when the bone spurs fly out, they are full of Buddha power full of decay.

"Whoosh, whoosh..." Each bone spur is like a Zen finger.

Zen fingers shot across the sky and flew towards the three demons and one person.

The four figures in the four directions and the eight realms, Buddhism, Gu group, Gu magic, and demonic magic, collide with the Zen fingers in the sky.

As the two men flew back and watched, the old woman's sinister sneer came.

"Master Zendu, how about you honor the arrogance you made before?"

A huge dragon body six to seven hundred feet above the sky swung its tail, and an ice-blue whirlwind covering more than ten miles roared in.

The illusion of the mountain forest was distorted and blurred, revealing the original swamp. Where the icy blue storm passed, the trees and mud were frozen together, and then shattered into ice slag at the fingertips.

The eighth-grade Buddha's chariot was behind him, but he was too late to catch the two of them.

At the critical moment, Cao Tianshi couldn't resist. He knew that his Gu skills could not stop the storm at all.

Liu Feng's eyes were filled with coldness, and he still had to take out the golden body of his previous life.

When the mutilated golden body of one head and one arm unfolded the image of a white-bone Buddha, forbidden Sanskrit characters appeared in the ice-blue storm.

The whistling sound suddenly stopped, and the icy blue color in the sky seemed to be fixed in the air, dissipating in the blink of an eye.

Taking this opportunity, Liu Feng and Cao Tianshi fell into the front of the Buddhist chariot, and a golden curtain covered the car.

"With a mutilated golden body, I think you can't block ten moves. Even if you can block it, your physical body won't be able to withstand the backlash."

Liu Feng was noncommittal and did not continue to use the golden body of his previous life, urging the Buddhist chariot to fly quickly outside the swamp.

During the Sumeru Sea, "Jing Chen" refined hundreds of thousands of creatures, and the massive vitality among them was enough to counteract the backlash. Now Liu Feng didn't say whether there were a large number of monks to help him refine it, but just asked him to kill tens of thousands of unrelated people for nothing. It’s also difficult to do.

With his current state of mind, he is still unable to ignore all sentient beings like Jingchen.

But even so, if he fully mobilizes the golden body of his previous life, just one blow will not cause him to die from the backlash, but it will be enough to severely damage or even destroy the old dragon woman demon.

"Miaoyun is waiting for me to use up my golden body in my previous life. People who are plotting against me are also happy to see this. I must not waste this reliance easily."

Ten miles, twenty miles... The Buddha's chariot passed through the air, widening the distance between it and the three-headed monster.

The old demon wants to fight for the evil object, but he doesn't catch up.

But the next moment, the two people in the Buddhist chariot heard the sound of broken bones coming from behind, followed by a strange sound like a baby crying that spread in all directions.

"The evil entity has been beaten out!"

Twenty miles away, protected by eighth-grade Buddha treasures, Liu Feng and Cao Tianshi, two people in the sixth realm, suddenly burst out with vitality in their bodies, and their faces became younger.

"Returning old to a young boy? This is going to cost me my lifespan!" Cao Tianshi, who looks like a boy, has white hair that is actually turning black.

Liu Feng also understood what the evil object was. Looking with his compound eyes, a piece of human-shaped black Tai Sui flesh was exposed in the middle of the spine that was winding in the air.

Black Tai Sui himself is extremely evil, and he also absorbed the world's resentment by chance and became an evil thing.

What's even more weird is that the baby is sitting cross-legged in the air with his hands clasped together, like a sitting Buddha.

(End of this chapter)