The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

When people from the outside world were gradually sent into the Dameng Ancient City, hundreds of thousands of people appeared in the forbidden Dameng Ancient City during this period.

This city is originally a magic weapon of unknown rank. From the outside, the ruined city looks 400 miles away, but the space inside is far greater than that of several large dynasties in the past. It is easy to accommodate hundreds of thousands more creatures.

Even if it is suppressed by the Great Heaven and Earth, the strangeness of Dameng Ancient City cannot be fathomed by the beings of Great Heaven and Earth.

Bluestone street, tile house alley.

The west side of the outer city is crowded with alleys, and the alleys are narrow, where ordinary people gather.

In a small courtyard, two low houses were squeezed together, and the larger house was divided into two. The son of the Liu family lived in the small house.

At three o'clock in the morning, by the window of the small house, a young man was sitting at the desk, flipping through a book. On the front page were five crooked characters, "Introduction to the God-Refining Method."

"Liu earned half a year's money from doing portraits for people, but he just exchanged twelve pieces of nonsense from the wild Taoist priest. He was drugged by him that day, so why did you believe him!"

"It's all empty talk, and it's hard for people to even understand how it starts. Liu doesn't seek to become an immortal, but he can develop some miraculous skills and make a living."

With a soft sigh, the scholar named Liu Feng glanced at the piles of books on the table. After reading for these years, he had not even passed the city's quizzes, and he had no chance to go to the imperial city to take the exam.

In his memory, he had lived in the city outside Yuanluo City since he was a child, and he had never left the boundary of a hundred miles outside the city.

"The first step is to visualize and strengthen my spirituality. I have been dreaming about it for more than half a month. How do I know if I have gained anything?"

Liu Feng didn't notice any changes in himself. He took a closer look at the tiger visualization picture on the third page and threw the booklet aside in disgust.

The martial arts apprentice has been practicing for more than half a month, and at least he can learn some boxing skills. He has grown muscles and looks quite majestic. Bigan is sitting in the room dreaming of a good deal.

He turned around and walked to the bed and took out a bloody jar from under the bed.

He remembered that when he bought secret books from a wandering Taoist priest, he didn't give anything as a gift, but when he came back, there was this jar beside the table.

He didn't want to throw the jar away. He kept it under the bed for more than half a month. Now that he couldn't practice it, he thought of this strange thing.

"Are you really a master? I am given this jar, I just don't know it!"

Liu Feng smelled the color of blood on the jar and had a fishy smell, so he might have been stained with blood.

When he opened the patterned stopper at the mouth of the altar, there was a bulging bag inside, which looked like a folded piece of clothing. Reaching out and touching inside, the clothes felt strange.

"It's a dead thing anyway, let's take it out and take a look first."

Liu Feng pulled out the contents of the altar, which was a robe-like piece of clothing, as red as if soaked in blood.

He looked at it again and again in confusion. The robe looked strange and felt even stranger, as if he were touching a shriveled skin bag without bones.

The smell of blood on the robe hit his nostrils, and goosebumps appeared on Liu Feng's hands, and he quickly stuffed the bloody robe into the altar.

"Brother, come out and help mother slaughter the game."

Just outside the house, my sister Liuqin's call came, followed by the familiar voices of my parents. It seemed that my mother had spent money to buy game from the hunters.

"A prodigal mother-in-law eats all day long, and this family is the one who is poor because of you."

"I always feel so hungry that I feel weak. I need to get some food to replenish my body!"

Liu Feng looked out the window, and what he bought this time was another strange-looking beast, with scales under its fur and a single horn on its head.

He wasn't surprised, because the beast in his memory was like this.

As he watched, Liu Feng felt a pain in the palm of his right hand. He turned around and found that he had a small cut in the palm of his blood robe.

With a low curse in his mouth, he felt more and more that the robe was evil, so he stuffed the whole robe back into the jar and stuffed it with cloth again.

However, when he was about to apply medicine to stop the bleeding, he looked at the cracked right palm and saw something seemed to be inside. He opened his mouth slightly and looked again. His scalp went cold with shock. There was actually a shriveled eyeball embedded in the flesh of his palm.

"Did the wandering Taoist priest cast a witchcraft? Liu didn't harm him and gave him money, so why did he harm me!" The more Liu Feng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and his eyes naturally became fierce.

"Brother, come out and kill the game quickly."

There was a sound of urging from outside the house. Cold sweat broke out on Liu Feng's forehead. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes as he pulled out the shriveled eyeball from the flesh of his right palm.

The lower end of the eyeball is connected to the insect body, like a strange insect with the eyeball on top. Fortunately, the insect is motionless, and the eyeball is shriveled, like a dead thing.

He dropped the strange insect, crushed it under his feet, and wrapped a rag around his right hand. He came to the yard with a sad face, picked up the kitchen knife and walked towards the beast being held down by his parents.

My sister Liu Qin covered her eyes and watched her brother finish with a few cuts through her fingers. She smiled and went forward to shave off the hair and scales.

The old man Liu Yuan regretted his mistake and kept muttering: "You, an unfilial son, shouldn't have studied. You should have practiced martial arts when you were young. After you learn it, you can become a sergeant in the city."

Liu Feng ignored the old man and turned around to go back to the house. When he came out again, he had an object wrapped in old clothes in his arms, which looked like a jar.

"My son, I'm going out for a while. I'll be back when my mother prepares the food."

Without waiting for his parents to ask further questions, he quickly left the yard and disappeared around the corner of the alley.

As they walked along the alley to the outside of the city, Liu Feng's face became more sad. Just when he was in a bad mood, a white shadow came out of the corner without any warning.

Bai Ying was about to pounce on his legs. In the past, Liu Feng would have been unable to react in time, but now he took a step sideways at the last moment and gave Bai Ying a hard kick.

A tender cry, like a woman's moan of pain, was heard, and it was a white fox that was kicked by Liu Feng and flew to the wall.

"You are a beast that keeps pestering you and you want to bite me! If it weren't for the smell of fox meat, I would have killed you and put you in the pot."

Glancing at the whimpering white fox, Liu Feng was a little surprised that his reaction was so sharp.

He thought about his visualization practice for more than half a month and thought that it might be useful. He could try to practice it for a while after returning.

Ignoring the escaped white fox, Liu Feng turned to the next alley. He had to get rid of the jar in his arms first and throw the evil thing outside the city.

Little did he know that the white fox would come back again, following behind him, baring its teeth and waiting for an opportunity to bite.

Even the white fox himself couldn't remember why it hated this person so much and why it was so familiar with his scent.

In the narrow alley, pedestrians come and go, and most of them are short-witted and knowledgeable people who can tell some gossip.

When two men dressed as traders passed by, they mentioned things outside the city.

"Sixty miles outside the city have been uneasy recently. Tigers and wolves came down the mountain and snatched up a passing little nun."

"I've also heard about this. It's said that the little nun is looking for someone like crazy. She has that person's name carved on her hand. She calls her Liu Feng."

As the two vendors talked, they felt that this person's name sounded familiar, as if they had heard it before, and they thought he might be a commoner from the outer city.

Liu Feng passed by the two of them and couldn't help but be startled.

"I have never met a nun, and I have no relatives in my family who have become nuns. The person the little nun is looking for should be someone with the same name as me." He didn't think much about it, and continued walking out of the city. The white fox behind him Follow without hesitation or slowness.

At this time, at the gate of Xicheng.

A large number of officers and soldiers escorted the condemned prisoners to the river bank outside the city, followed by a group of common people who joined in the fun, wanting to see the death row prisoners being beheaded.

When Liu Feng walked near the city gate, his eyes fell in front of the officers and soldiers, led by four figures in green armor.

"This is the Yuan Luo Wei from the inner city. Their status is much higher than that of ordinary officers and soldiers. It is said that they have developed magical abilities that ordinary martial arts practitioners cannot defeat."

"I wonder if these secrets of Yuan Luo Wei's cultivation are also methods of cultivating gods through visualization."

When he looked at the four Yuan Luo Guards, among the death row prisoners who were about to be beheaded, there was an old death row prisoner who was shouting loudly and looking crazy.

The man was howling, his bound hands were pinching his fingers, and he was inhaling and exhaling desperately. While others thought he was extraordinary, there was nothing magical about him.

"Even the first-grade Taoist techniques that require recitation of incantations are useless! My soul has cultivated into the Taoist form of Xingjun. Even if you destroy my body, you can't kill me."

"It's all an illusion... Lord Holy Son, save this old slave. The spiritual object given by the ancestor of the clan is in your body..."

The words spoken by the elderly death row inmate may sound serious at first, but become a mad roar at the next.

And the person he called the Holy Son was actually a naughty young man among the people in the rear. The man was chewing a piece of sweet potato and watching the fun.

When the people around heard about the spiritual creature, they all stared at the naughty young man. Some didn't believe it, while others looked fiercely.

"Master Jun, kill that old guy quickly... Don't listen to that lunatic's nonsense. I'm just a pauper. Don't try to take my idea." The arrogant young man was confused and cursed.

Seeing that the "Holy Son" was like a street gangster, the old death row prisoner had a look of dejection on his old face and suddenly looked at another middle-aged man.

"Xu Zhuo, wake up quickly. It's useless to breathe in and out. Taoism is useless. It's probably hard to use your Gu skills. I can only try to control Gu..."

With a "puff" sound, a Yuan Luo guard raised his knife and killed the crazy old death row prisoner in advance.

He has lived in Yuanluo City for more than two hundred years. With his status, he is also puzzled by the old man's crazy words. Yuanluo Wei's knowledge is not comparable to that of ordinary people, but he only knows the method of refining gods.

The death row inmate named Xu Zhuo was so frightened that he cried on the spot when he saw the head falling to the ground, shouting that he was wronged.

No matter how much the man complained, two officers and soldiers stepped forward to stop him and pulled him out of the city gate like a dog to death.

In front of the city gate, Liu Feng had no intention of seeing the officers, soldiers and death row prisoners in the city. He raised his head and stared at a vague human figure in the air.

The human figure was like smoke in his eyes. He could see it clearly, but the people passing by were unaware of it.

"I am a successful practitioner, and I saw this person's ghost after his death? None of the four Yuan Luo Guards saw it... Could it be that I am a genius?" Liu Feng was not afraid at all, and was ecstatic in his heart.

The white fox following behind was somewhat smart, and looked at Liu Feng with a pair of smart eyes. He saw him grinning lowly, and in the blink of an eye he was shocked and turned pale again.

Here, Liu Feng was smiling at the human figure in the air, when he suddenly saw a blurry human figure flying towards him.

He turned around to run away, but his vague human form suddenly paused in mid-air, as if being caught by an invisible hand, and fell to the ground of the city.

Before Liu Feng could react, a circle of golden light that was invisible to the naked eye bloomed from between his eyebrows, and the vague human shape that was about to sink into the ground melted like ice and snow and melted into the golden light.

It was at this moment that Liu Feng's mind became clear, his reactions and senses were sharper than before, and he noticed the white fox following him.

And what he had thought was a fantasy for most of the month, that is, the visualization of a tiger, suddenly became clear in his mind and appeared as a fierce tiger.

With the same physique, when he visualized the tiger and the tiger, his body strength seemed to be blessed and became much stronger.

The next moment, his figure swooped out, as fast as a tiger descending a mountain, caught up with the white fox that was trying to run away, and picked it up with one hand.

After the movement was completed in one go, Liu Feng came back to his senses. Looking at the fox kicking around, the smile on his lips became wider.

"It's only been half a month! With my talent, Liu, I can expect to become an immortal soon, but this technique is just an introductory chapter, and I need to get the follow-up god-refining technique."

"What a scholar, and that bullshit bodyguard? How can ordinary people compare with immortals?"

Liu was holding the jar in one hand and carrying the fox out of the city with the other. He was very high-spirited, but he didn't know that he had just been noticed by someone who was interested.

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At the same time, it was hundreds of miles outside Yuanluo City.

On a lush and green hilltop, more than forty knife-wielding bandits were squatting in the grass.

These men are all fierce, but the leader is a woman with a pair of horns on her head.

While her men were waiting for their prey to pass by, the horned-headed leader stared at the sky blankly. Unknowingly, she had been a bandit for more than half a month.

She remembered that it was her first time to be a thief, but she was as comfortable as a bandit, as if she had been a thief in her previous life and now she was just returning to her old profession.

"I am an orphan. I have been wandering around for as long as I can remember. How come I don't remember how I came to this mountainous area, or who gave me my name."

"Also, is it possible that I, Qiao Bei, am not a human being? Where did the horns on my head come from!" The boss touched the horns on his head, his face becoming more and more confused.

In her memory, the people who were born in this world were either humans or birds, animals, snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

As for those who are neither human nor beasts, according to the monks, they have committed sins in their previous lives and have become monsters with the appearance of beasts in this life.

"It's all nonsense. None of the monks or nuns are good. These bald donkeys talk about the compassion of monks, but each one is more ruthless than the other."

When Mrs. Qiao thought of the nun, for some reason she felt that the nun was even more hateful than the monk.

When the bandits around heard the master scolding the nun, they turned around and saw the beautiful master touching a horn on the left side of his head.

There are obvious knife marks at the base of this horn. It must have been cut like this by a nun, otherwise the master would not scold the nun every day.

"Master, I think this news is probably wrong. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect myself today, so I might as well go shopping elsewhere."

"I heard something strange happened in Liujia Village, forty miles away. It was rumored that a pack of wolves came down the mountain to harm people. A passing nun was almost torn into pieces by the wolves, but a tiger took the nun away."

"The people in the village said that the tiger was not trying to steal food, but was trying to save the nun. They also said that the little nun was the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva and had a treasure to protect her."

Listening to the noise of the bandits under her command, the leader of the family Qiao pulled out the horse-killing sword from behind her and stood up impatiently. Of course she heard what her subordinates meant, and she just wanted to see if there was any treasure to be found.

It was just a matter of rumors that other people had treasures. She was too lazy to go all the way just for the sake of the rumors. But the nun was different. No matter whether it was true or not, she went there and chopped it off first.

"Young men, follow this boss."

Mr. Qiao, the leader of the family, dragged his knife down the mountain, and a man in his forties with a sinister face hurriedly chased after him. (End of chapter)