The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

At the edge of the white water mist in Shili, there is a gray crystal island adjacent to the east.

Part of the island is shrouded in water mist, and the demons within this area are also attached to white forms.

Because these demons themselves are the fusion of many demons and humans, there are not just two white bodies on their bodies, but dozens or hundreds, as if there are hundreds of humans and demons struggling in one body.

Different white figures were screaming, tearing and biting each other.

"Poof..." Blood sprayed out, and each evil body tore apart and disintegrated on its own.

On the edge of the island, the monks witnessed this scene and were all horrified.

Among them was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a big nose. While the others were running for their lives, he did not leave. Instead, he took out a fishing rod-shaped spiritual treasure, threw the hook and released the line, and shook the hook towards the gray-haired young man who was stunned in the white mist.

"Pindao, help you. You should also help Pindao. The last time others besieged you, Pindao helped you by sneak-attacking Ouyang, the little bitch." The Taoist priest muttered, controlling the fishing hook to go deep into the white mist.

The gray-haired young man the fishing hook flew towards was Liu Feng.

Unlike other monks who fell into madness after being stained with white mist, Liu Feng neither cried nor laughed wildly, nor did his body tear apart. Instead, he seemed to have lost his mind for a moment, closing his eyes and freezing in place.

What is even more distinctive is the extra white human shape on Liu Feng's neck.

The faces of other people's extra bodies are almost all blurred, and only through their outlines can one barely discern a resemblance to my own face.

Liu Feng is different. Among his two extra bodies, one has a clear face, a handsome monk with a cold expression; the other face changes indefinitely, like wax oil melting and shaping again and again, changing into different faces, some are demons, some are demons, There is a monk and a way.

The long line extended over, and just when the fishing hook was about to land on Liu Feng, Liu Feng, who was stunned on the spot, suddenly opened his eyes, and the Buddha's light flashed in his eyes.

"The poor monk is...Jing Chen, alive again?"

The handsome monk's eyes were indifferent and he reacted very quickly. He raised his hand and grabbed the fishing hook with his big hand. Following the pulling force of the fishing line, he flew out of the white mist.

With a roll of Buddha's power, he also brought the Yu brothers and sisters not far away.

He looked at Liu Feng, who was very close at hand, and the ever-changing faces on the side, and then tried to sense the spiritual sea, and suddenly he had a clear understanding.

It's not that he is alive, he is just the consciousness of the previous life born in the true spirit. He has incomplete memory and can also control the Yin God, but the Yin God is not his Yin God, but only the Seven Buddha Roots.

"It turns out that these living creatures have been reincarnated. The true spirits of these creatures have broken off the cause and effect of their previous lives. Only the poor monk is different. That's how I came to be."

Memories of this life were shared, and tears were shed on Jing Chen's indifferent face. He knew that his master was sealed, and this life was more difficult than the previous one.

"Buddha's nature is immortal, and the road is long... Master, my disciple is suffering!"

The body flew by with the fishing hook, and when it came out of the white mist, the tears on Jingchen's face disappeared.

After landing on the island, Liu Feng, who regained consciousness a little later, opened his eyes and immediately sensed his spiritual sea, making sure that he was still himself and had not been taken over by others, so he felt relieved.

A hundred feet away, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a big nose was holding a fishing rod and looking at the person in front of him, looking at each other, somewhat at a loss.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, poor Taoist Chang Xuzi, I met you last time on the Insect Nest Island. I want to invite fellow Taoist..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure a hundred feet away took a step and appeared directly in front of Chang Xuzi. His movement skills were still the same, but at least 30% faster than Liu Feng's.

Jing Chen glanced at Chang Xuzi, raised his hand and slapped him.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Sanskrit words were printed on Chang Xuzi's body. Under the horrified gaze of the Taoist priest, Buddha's power penetrated into his body and pulled out strands of true energy.

As this true energy left the body, Chang Xuzi's ugly face with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes became normal. With the smooth flow of breath in his body, his cultivation level skyrocketed. In the blink of an eye, he reached the eighth realm in half a step, and seemed to be able to break through the eighth realm at any time.

Chang Xuzi was overjoyed when he realized that the forbidden laws of Buddhism were gone. He did not expect that the evil spells that had tortured him for hundreds of years would be easily resolved by Liu Feng.

At the same time, he was also frightened, as he was actually powerless to resist in front of this man.

"You fished out the poor monk with the spiritual treasure, but it's not enough to repay the price of the poor monk."

"Yes, yes, Xie Liu...fellow Taoist take action."

Chang Xuzi looked at Liu Feng, then at the other bald head. He didn't know what to call it, so he hurriedly took out his wealth.

There was a large pile of broken pieces of the elixir, and it looked like they had robbed an unknown number of people, as well as about twenty void worms.

After Jing Chen took away the spiritual object that Chang Xuzi took out, he looked at Liu Feng. The two of them understood each other tacitly and shared each other's memories. They were the same person and there was no need to speak more.

"Don't worry, the poor monk is a dead person in history and will not compete with you for his body. I think you have sensed it at this moment. There was our previous life on Dongxu Island. The backhand left by the Venerable Juexin is in the cave. "Island Center."

"It takes eight realms to get through the arrangements left behind by the awakening heart. Let's ignore it for now. There are enemies approaching."

"The Eight Buddha Roots are not difficult. If you don't care about damaging some of your foundations, the many spiritual beings in your body can now help you with the Eight Buddha Roots. As for these evil beasts, even if they are blind, the true Buddha's clone will have no way to survive. "

The two of them didn't need to communicate with each other. The two consciousnesses communicated, and they knew the other's thoughts in a snap.

The reason why they were able to sense the arrangements left behind in their previous lives was because the third white humanoid shape attached to their bodies had changing faces, four were clear and one was faceless.

The four clear pictures may be from their first four lives, and the last faceless picture may be the first life in which they met Master Tan Ye Buddha.

But at this moment, the one who sensed the arrangement of the previous life was one of the four clear faces, with a cold and solemn expression, that is Venerable Jue Xin, who cultivated demons.

"Buzz..." The golden light disappeared in a flash.

When Chang Xuzi wanted to say a few words of flattery, Liu Feng disappeared in front of him. Looking to the south, he saw Liu Fengsha running towards the demon monk of the snake clan with more than 20 ba.

All around Liu Feng, he saw a golden heavenly wheel, a demon-conquering pestle, a blood-bone Buddha robe, a black pagoda, and four Buddhist treasures surrounding his body.

It is still the same Buddha power of the late Seven Buddha Roots as before, but the Buddha Dharma is obviously much stronger, and the control of Buddha treasures has become extremely skillful.

Chang Xuzi was stunned and speechless, not understanding why Liu Feng was different from the others.

At this time, the surging white water mist was turbulent and flowed into the crack in the void. An invisible force hundreds of miles away was increasing, pushing the white water mist.

Soon the vision in front of the void crack became clear, the roaring sound in the ears disappeared, and the tens of thousands of monks previously shrouded in white mist were exposed.

Looking at them, they all have white shapes attached to them, some are demons, some are demons, and some are strange shapes that look like half demons but not half demons.

But no matter what the shape, there is no white face with clear facial features, and the white figures on some of the monks are slowly melting away.

"It's like there are two other selves. Listening to the crazy words in their mouths, could it be that the body attached to them is the body of the past life and has part of the consciousness of the past life?"

"They seem to be different from Liu Feng. They were ignorant in their previous life, and their extra consciousness disturbed their sanity in this life. It seems that even if they adapt and regain consciousness, they are still half-mad."

Without waiting to see more, Chang Xuzi was attracted by the scene opposite the crack in the void. The white water floated into the air, and the land thousands of miles below collapsed, exposing the dead gray soil layer underground, with a large number of corpses and some extremely weak and old figures on it.

In addition, there are many Buddha treasures and some black crystals.

Looking at the corpses and old figures on the gray soil in the distance, Chang Xuzi's eyes lit up.

According to those skinny men, the seal only lasted two thousand years, so the medicine the monks supplemented was exhausted, but the spirit of the magic weapon was still there, and there were probably leftover techniques on the body.

There is no reason to let go of the benefits before you.

"Master Dao is now halfway through the Eighth Realm, but he still can't defeat these old cripples?"

Looking around, the monks from various islands who had originally fled were turning back.

Chang Xuzi rode up a starlight and rushed towards the opposite side of the void crack together with other monks.

Looking sideways for the last time, he saw that the freak named Liu and the demon monks of the Bashe clan were fighting together. In just a moment, most of the demon monks were gone.

On the same spot, the Yu brothers and sisters slowly regained their consciousness, but they were still talking nonsense.

Each of them had two deformed heads hanging on their necks. Their skulls and facial features were collapsed, and their expressions were extremely painful, as if they had been tortured in their previous lives.

When the brother and sister raised their heads, their gazes towards each other became a little strange, as if they were looking at unrelated people in the future life.

On an island more than twenty miles apart, Tu Qingyan recovered faster. She only had her soul in the avatar's spiritual sea, and her sanity was less affected than those of the Yu brothers and sisters.

"Who are you?" After Tu Qingyan woke up, her eyes immediately locked on Liu Feng.

In Liu Feng's sight, there are two more heads on his neck, and two upper bodies stuck together behind his back. One of them is unformed, but the other is completely humanoid. He is chanting a mantra, reaching out and raising his palms. He is as proficient in Buddhism as the Nine Realms.

Sixty miles away, in the void passage outside the island.

Led by the two girls Gong Hong and Gong Zhi, the seven surviving demon monks of the Bashe clan were cultivating themselves with all their strength. When they looked at the gray-haired young man a hundred feet away, they looked like they were looking at a monster.

"Pengpeng..."

In front of the Buddha, the sky is full of fire, an Arhat image is suspended in the air, and the Buddha's power forms a golden shield.

In addition to Zen fingering, sealing methods, forbidden methods, and Buddhist mantras, there is also a method that seems to be refining weapons.

The Buddha's Dao Tiangang flashed wildly, and in one breath, countless Buddhist dharma hit the two treasures in front of him. The treasure vase shook, and the treasure light of the Buddha's umbrella shrank in circles.

The two avatars of the true Buddha have the same power of the Seven Buddhas. They are skilled in the Dharma and their attacks are continuous.

However, in contrast, the five descendants of the Ba Snake clan could see clearly that most of the Dharma that the two ancestors had worked together was broken, and it was all supported by the Buddha treasures brought from the virtual world.

As for the two women who are the avatars of the true Buddha, they know very well at this moment that the winner is decided!

The power of the Seven Buddha Roots is limited. Whether it is exerted by the Nine Buddha Roots or the True Buddha, the power they can exert is almost the same, but they are short of such a powerful weapon as Tongyan.

There is no need to think too much about it. The weirdo in front of them had nine Buddha roots and immortal Buddhas in their previous lives. He might even be an old monster stronger than their original form.

"Fellow Taoist, we are both members of the Buddhist sect. It is not easy to practice Buddhism in the virtual world. Why not form a good relationship. If we meet in the virtual world in the future, we will definitely return some good fruits to our Taoist friends."

"When we came down from the virtual world, we brought some Buddhist and Taoist spiritual objects. We can give them to Taoist friends as an apology."

Most of the two women's Dharma was destroyed and they couldn't fight each other, so they had to use the Buddha's power to support the two Buddha treasures to protect themselves.

In addition to the Buddha's light supported by the two treasures, it was covered by Buddha's fire in all directions, and there were also formations intertwined with the refining tools, like a large cauldron, and they were the medicinal materials trapped in the cauldron. This person wanted to refine them alive.

A hundred feet away, there is a figure between Dharma Prime Minister's brows, with two open-eyed heads. One is watching the fight and gaining insights; the other has an indifferent expression, with no intention of forming a good relationship with the other party.

Based on the shared memory, Jing Chen learned that it was these evil beasts who landed on Dongxu Island. He was thinking about his Buddhist fate, how could he allow them to live like this.

"The poor monk's memory is incomplete, and the Dharma that can help you understand is limited. When you get the backup left by your enlightened mind, his consciousness may be born, and he will guide you when the time comes."

He has a piercing eye to see through the opponent's various magic methods, and Jing Chen can also communicate with Liu Feng's consciousness while casting magic.

But Liu Feng's eyes flickered and he didn't respond.

Jing Chen has experienced more things. Based on his experience, it is not difficult to guess Liu Feng's thoughts. He said calmly: "It is not a good thing to be too cautious. Without the heart of the Tao to rush forward, it is difficult to find the right path."

"The poor monk knows that you are worried about what the poor monk and Jue Xin have in mind! When the time comes, the poor monk and he will disperse to help you make further progress."

"The consciousness of past lives is just an illusion. Just like when you dream about your past life, when you wake up you are still you. You will eventually have to walk on the road ahead."

With a long sigh, the method in Jingchen's hand changed, completely replacing the Buddhist method in the "Lunpan Sutra".

"They want to destroy the Buddha's treasure and run away. To avoid future troubles, they cannot be allowed to escape."

Hearing Jing Chen's reminder, Liu Feng suppressed his distracting thoughts, stared at the vase and the Buddha's umbrella, and saw that two of the auras far beyond the eight realms were about to be vented.

The next moment, he cooperated with Jing Chen and mobilized the strange Gu in his body. Buddha's power was quickly consumed by Jing Chen, and the only thing he could use to deal with the two true Buddha clones was the different path Gu.

At the same time, on the opposite side a hundred feet away.

Gong Hong and Gong Zhi's eyes were gloomy, and they noticed that the void around them was distorted, as if another dimension was squeezing in from all sides, trying to crush everything within this range.

Gong Hong snorted coldly and shouted, "Take them away, and I'll hold off for you for two breaths."

The vase in front of him was full of cracks, and the dazzling Buddha light burst out from the vase. In the diffuse golden water light, a demon soul that had been refined into a weapon spirit appeared, shaped like a giant turtle.

The Buddha's power fluctuated violently, and the giant turtle rushed out of the vase, enveloping the viscous golden water and opening a body-protecting water shield.

As soon as this giant tortoise weapon spirit came out, the invisible suppressive power of the world and the prohibition of Dongxu Island squeezed in at the same moment.

Coupled with Liu Feng's "Eclipse Sky" Gu technique, a group of seven Bashe clan members, and the three on the edge were instantly crushed into blood mist.

Gongzhi didn't dare to delay, so she took the remaining two ethnic groups with her, and the three of them fled backwards holding the Buddha umbrella that also had cracks. The weapon spirit that emerged from the umbrella was also a fairy, a seven-color spider.

The Buddha's umbrella broke through the Buddha's power cauldron, but before they could escape two hundred feet, the mournful cry of the giant weapon spirit turtle came from behind.

Under the suppression of Datiandi and the restriction of Dongxu Island, the giant turtle disappeared into ashes, followed by Gong Hong's angry voice before his death.

"Liu Feng, see you in the virtual world tomorrow, I will ask you to repay today's cause and effect..."

(End of this chapter)