The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

Within a few breaths, the spiritual light on the eyebrows of eight of the nearly twenty people dissipated, and the expressions on the faces of these eight people returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

When the rest of the people who were hit recovered, sweat appeared on their foreheads and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

In less than ten breaths, none of those above the Ninth Realm died, and it seemed that they had all fought off the assassins.

Shangguan Ya, Wenren Zhuo and other five avatars of immortals and Buddhas distanced themselves from the nearly twenty people. Each of them protected themselves with spiritual treasures and dared not use their spiritual consciousness.

Shangguan Ya took out a jade box. When she opened the lid, invisible spiritual power spread out. If any hidden cultivator approached, no matter if they were flesh and blood people, or primordial spirits or split souls, they would be detected by her.

A huge golden drum appeared behind Wenren Zhuo, and wisps of golden thunder spread out.

"Sister, they seem to be fine, but some of them must be controlled by the one who attacked them. It could be the incarnation of a soul immortal from the Refining Spirit Path, or it could be the Yuanshen method of an evil Taoist priest."

"Not really. I heard the elders in my tribe mention a kind of immortal species that is good at invading other people's soul seas and is good at illusions. The current situation is somewhat similar, but I didn't see any illusions."

Shangguan Ya and Wenren Zhuo communicated with each other. They had no interest in what happened to those who were hit, and there was no need to find out.

The two men left the Rotten Meat Lake and chased after the little monk who was getting farther and farther away.

Not far away, shadows of mountains appeared around Zhuang Yan, and a silver dragon as small as a bracelet was coiled on her wrist. Both of her magic treasures, the Tianshan Cover and the Silver Dragon Whip, had been mobilized.

She glanced at the two little monks who were leaving, and like Shangguan Ya, she also chose to follow them temporarily, because even if she wanted to take action, she might not be able to capture the little monk whose face looked like Liu Feng.

The three men were hanging behind the two little monks. Nearly an incense stick of time passed, during which the two little monks were cutting thick blood lines.

The black flesh was wriggling under his feet, and the black flesh nearby where the blood line was cut became motionless, but a faint mad roar came from deep underground.

The two young monks continued to move forward, cutting off the thick blood lines one after another. The roaring sound from underground became louder and louder, and the black flesh ground also began to shake violently, as if some evil spirit was about to break out of the ground.

The three of them followed the two little monks for six hundred miles. At the corner of the mountain road in front of the two little monks, another little monk appeared, also traveling with two monks.

What’s strange is that among the two little monks opposite, there is another one who looks similar to Liu Feng, but their expressions and heights are different, the short one is old-fashioned, and the tall one is smiling.

Behind the two little monks coming over, there were also other cultivators following, mostly Buddhist cultivators, but also Taoist cultivators and Gu Masters. There were more of them than theirs, nearly forty people.

On the other side of the mountain path, two Gu Masters were mixed in with the cultivators. One was slightly plump and the other was tall. They were Ximen Taohong and Ji Kexian who had fled to the Liukong Forbidden Land for refuge.

They had witnessed the horror of Liu Feng and knew that Liu Feng had a big secret. Now they saw such a strange thing, the appearance of two little monks who looked like Liu Feng and had the Nine Buddha Roots. They couldn't help but imagine a lot.

Ximen Taohong wore the Dongxu Ring around her waist. She put one hand on her chin and looked at the little monk. She muttered, "Why would a little monk who looks like that devil appear in this forbidden area of ​​Qintianzhou?"

Ji Kexian didn't say anything and pulled Ximen Taohong back. She found that the four little monks gathered together and surrounded a shaking hill, and the roar coming from underground became more intense.

When the two men retreated twenty miles, the four young monks used their swords to cut open the hill of black flesh, and their magic seals poured onto the black flesh.

After a fierce bombardment, when all the black flesh was peeled off, the original stone mountain underneath the flesh and blood was revealed. The four little monks came to clean up the evil flesh and blood, intending to let this stone mountain, which was no more than thirty feet high, see the light of day again.

But the next moment, the ground several miles near the Stone Mountain broke, and sticky blood gushed out. More than three hundred evil spirits in human form rushed out, all of them above the Eight Realms, and surrounded and killed the four little monks.

The evil figures who attacked were Buddhists, and they all looked like Buddhist practitioners whose bones had been taken out, leaving only flesh and blood.

Four against three hundred, the two sides fought, but Buddhism had no effect on them. Their power was no less, on the contrary, stronger than that of ordinary Buddhist practitioners of the same level.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the light of Buddhist Dharma and the sword of commandments swept out continuously, and waves of evil Buddhist practitioners were reduced to ashes.

Correspondingly, two of the four little monks died, one of whom was the short and old-fashioned little monk.

Two of their companions died, but the remaining two didn't care and continued to fight with the group of evil spirits. The tall little monk, who also had a face similar to Liu Feng, didn't even look at the dead short little monk and let his body be torn to pieces by the evil spirits.

While there were only two young monks and they were being besieged by evil spirits, more than ten rays of light crashed into the stone mountain, trying to find out what secrets the mountain had.

The ring knife dragged out a string of golden ripples, and with the sound of "cracking", the spiritual treasure that was hit shattered. The tall little monk raised his knife and pulled away, found the place where the spiritual treasure came from, and killed the monk who attacked secretly.

After witnessing the killing spree by the little monk, all the cultivators who had followed him, below the ninth realm, retreated far away, realizing that the little creature was not only powerful, but also had long been accustomed to killing.

Soon, the little monk who was besieged by evil spirits died, and finally more than a hundred evil spirits pounced on the tall little monk.

"Another one died, and the only one left is the tall one. It looks like we have to capture him and investigate." Ximen Taohong asked in a puzzled tone, not understanding why the little monk was so desperate.

She saw that in addition to the group of evil spirits, there were two Buddhist forces taking action. They first cooperated with the evil spirits to seriously injure the little monk, and then snatched the little monk away.

Ji Kexian snorted softly, "I recognize those two groups of Buddhist practitioners. They are both from Zezhou. One group of nuns is from Guiyuan Temple, and the other group of white-robed monks is from the Buddhist Wang Xuewei family."

Anyone could guess that the little monk had a secret, and that he might be able to unearth a great opportunity, so many Buddhist practitioners could not help but take action.

More than twenty miles away, the remaining dozens of evil spirits were trampled to pieces by the cultivators who rushed over.

The two forces that kidnapped the little monk joined forces, occupied the thirty-zhang stone mountain, and resisted the other Buddhist practitioners who gathered there.

Shangguan Ya and Wenren Zhuo flew closer, and there was a muffled "dong dong" sound on the golden drum. A thousand-foot-long golden thunder dragon made of lightning and lightning snaked out.

The people blocking the way were dispersed by Lei Long, and the two stood in front of Guiyuan Temple and more than 40 Buddhist practitioners from the Wei family.

“Hand over this little monk. Not to mention you, even the immortal and Buddha forces in the virtual world behind you will have to bow down before me.” Shangguan Ya’s eyes fell on an old nun in Guiyuan Temple.

While Wen Ren Zhuo was controlling the Thunder Dragon Spirit, he looked at the stone mountain under the feet of the nuns. The evil spirits wanted to pollute the mountain, and the little monks wanted to clean it up. It was obvious that this hill was not ordinary and was not just a simple piece of stone.

Looking in other directions, there are probably other such hills in the Liukong Forbidden Land, because I have seen many similar black meat hills on the way here.

If this is true, the many hills may be used to suppress evil spirits and even evil things.

In addition to the appearance of the evil spirit and the little monk, the fact is probably that two forces are competing with each other, one is the evil spirit, and the other is the source of the Buddhist magical power in this forbidden area.

What is surprising is that both parties are actually from Buddhism, because the evil spirits just seen were all practicing Buddhist teachings.

On top of the opposite stone mountain, an old nun with narrow eyes stood in mid-air among sixteen nuns and twenty-five white-robed monks, holding a seized sword in one hand and a half-dead young monk in the other.

“I don’t know which immortal in the virtual world you are the incarnation of, but today, no one here can ask me in Guiyuan Temple to hand over the Buddhist opportunity I have obtained.” The old nun narrowed her eyes. Their Guiyuan Temple and the Wei family have joined forces, and most of the seven Nine Buddha Roots are in the middle stage or above. Not to mention killing the two immortal incarnations on the opposite side, there will be no accidents in taking away the little monk they have obtained.

As for how this immortal will retaliate in the virtual world in the future, that is also unknown. The most important thing is the Buddhist opportunity in front of him, which is related to the practice of himself and others.

Without waiting for Shangguan Ya to threaten again, the narrow-eyed old nun raised her knife and cut open the little monk's belly.

As everyone had guessed, this little monk was not an ordinary human. When his belly was cut open, his internal organs were all made of stones, emitting a strong Buddhist power.

"Stone body, stone internal organs, stone meridians... This is not a human-shaped magic weapon made by others, but his flesh and blood is like this."

"Let me ask you, where are you from? And in that lake of rotten meat? Is there any Buddhist master in charge?" The old nun asked three questions in a row, her eyes shining.

The young monk ignored the murderous intent in the old nun's eyes, put his hands together with difficulty and said: "I will not die, you will only have this body."

The people present suddenly understood what was happening. No wonder the four little monks seemed to have no fear of death and were willing to risk their lives to fight the evil spirits, treating themselves as consumables to consume the evil spirits.

It turns out that their bodies are actually consumables, and they can get a new body after death.

"No, this stone body has everything that other Buddhist practitioners should have, including the Buddhist Yin Spirit. The physical body can be replaced, but the true spirit cannot be endless. Even if each Yin Spirit is made up of only a small amount of spirit, there will be a day when the spirit is exhausted and disappears." Shangguan Ya frowned and thought.

With her family background, she had never heard of a method that could continuously refine clones. In order to preserve the integrity of their spirituality, many geniuses would not even refine a clone, but only seek to achieve enlightenment with their original body.

Seeing that Shangguan Ya seemed to regard the little monk as an avatar, Wen Renzhuo said in a deep voice: "It is possible that this is not an avatar, but he has another way to be reborn."

When the two of them were speculating on the mystery, the narrow-eyed nun did not ask any more questions. Since the young monk did not explain, she went to see for herself.

A demon-subduing pestle pierced through the little monk's crown and entered his spiritual sea, imprisoning the little monk's Buddhist and Taoist spirit.

Then the old nun grabbed with her hands and took out the five internal organs with strong Buddha power and distributed them to the Wei family.

"Let me refine his Yin Spirit and see if I can get some of his memories."

Shangguan Ya and Wenren Zhuo's eyes flashed with coldness. If they really waited for the other party to refine the Yin Spirit, they would not get any benefit at all.

A thousand-foot-long thunder dragon was wandering around, the golden drum at its tail vibrated violently, and golden lightning flashed instantly.

But just when he was about to grab the little monk's head, he suddenly pulled away, took Shangguan Ya with him and fled to the back.

"Buzz..."

Ripples appeared in the void of a hundred miles, a bloody murderous aura filled the sky, a tree spread out a three thousand foot long spiritual shadow, and a huge sun enlarged in size.

Five soul refiners who had reached perfection in the ninth realm, one who had reached perfection in the ninth Buddha root, three ninth realm blood Shuras, two who had reached the early ninth Buddha root, and one who was a thousand-foot dragon-scaled evil demon. Twelve ninth realm figures appeared out of thin air.

In the four directions where he stood, four flags of true immortals fluttered.

With the Nine Realms performing the perfect operation, the Four Immortal Flags formed a formation and performed the method of concealment, which was far more powerful than it was in the hands of "Pigtails" in the past.

In front of the twelve figures of the Nine Realms, a gray-haired young man stood on a black pagoda, looking down expressionlessly at the old nun who was holding the little monk.

In his mind, the old voice in the Buddha lamp said faintly: "So that's how it is. You have a connection with my Buddha, with my Lord, and with this Daqian Temple. The reincarnation stone in the temple contains the spirit of your previous life!"

"My master came to Daqian Temple in the past and served as the temple keeper for five thousand years. The cause and effect my master gave you is to liberate the Shituo clan so that they will no longer suffer the endless cycle of reincarnation."

The gray-haired young man moved his gaze and looked at the little monk who was not yet dead. The two looked at each other and the little monk clasped his hands and smiled faintly.

There is a reincarnation stone in the Daqian Temple. This stone contains the spirits of his previous six lives. It liberated the Shituo clan, and also liberated his previous six lives. People who were born with part of his spirits from his previous six lives also became members of the Shituo clan.

“Senior, if we free them, who will guard the Daqian Temple?” asked the Yin Spirit in the spiritual sea of ​​the gray-haired young man.

He is no longer a young man who has just started practicing. He has gained more experience along the way. He has seen his past life, seen people trying to refine reincarnation, and learned that some people doubt that the cycle of reincarnation between heaven and earth is fake.

At that moment, I heard that there was a reincarnation stone in the Daqian Temple, which could allow the souls of living beings to reincarnate. However, the reincarnation here was incomplete. It was more like the Shituo clan who guarded the temple were created by evil methods, and their spirits became more and more incomplete in each life until they were completely worn out.

This secret is probably only known by the temple keepers of successive generations, such as the Lord of the Buddha Lamp, the Buddha who sent him the cause and effect, or his master Tanye, who might be a temple keeper of some generation, and whose incarnation might be in the Daqian Temple at this moment.

Inside the Linghai Buddha Lamp, an old voice sighed tiredly, "No need to guard any longer. It is time for the Samsara Stone to leave the world and go to the Void Realm."

The gray-haired young man nodded silently and looked into the distance at the thick fog. He could not see through it with his eyes. When he withdrew his gaze, he said in a cold voice: "Please help us all to save these greedy Buddhists."

The thousand-foot dragon-scale evil spirit, the blood-haired young man, and the two nine-Buddha root demon monks, all four were controlled by him and fell straight down at the first moment.

The other eight figures did not hesitate either, and moved to various directions. Their majestic cultivation spread out, blocking an area of ​​a hundred miles.

A hundred miles away, Shangguan Ya, who was fleeing far away, looked back and saw six Nine Realm Perfectionists, three Blood Shura Immortals, and a Cave Void Divine Weapon...

When Shangguan Ya saw the Dongxu divine weapon with a demon's face in its belly, her face twitched. This was the inheritance of Dongxu Island that she had been longing for.

With such a situation, even if she and her brother Wen Renzhuo joined forces, they would have to stay away.

She came to the world with her clone, and her main purpose was to explore the secrets of Qintianzhou, and for the sake of opportunity. If she met the evil villain Liu Feng, she would not mind getting rid of him.

But she would never have expected the scene before her, that a young man from the Great World not only had many top cultivators from the Great World gathered around him, but his own cause and effect was also so great that she could hardly fathom it.

In the sight, the Buddha's light shines on the thirty-meter stone mountain, and the lights coming from nowhere cover nine miles.

The two groups of Buddhists who had occupied the mountain a moment ago, the nuns from Guiyuan Temple and the Buddhists from the Wei family, were neatly laid out. More than forty bodies were nailed to death in mid-air, and their ghosts all melted under the lights, without a single one escaping.

The two groups of Buddhist practitioners who were confident that they could escape safely under the control of the two incarnations of the immortals and Buddhas were now desperate.

Above the group of people who were taking action, a six-winged soldier Gu flew over, with two ninth-level Gu on top. The woman in the front was the incarnation of a well-known Gu Immortal in the virtual world, and from her expression it seemed that she was in the same group with Liu Feng.

Further behind, a crazy old Taoist was cowering timidly, and only dared to come over after all the people had died. However, his escape skills and aura were stronger than most of the Nine Realms, and he was also running towards Liu Feng.

(End of this chapter)