The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

After walking for forty miles among the crowd and following a small path among the ruins, Liu Feng and others came to a broken wall.

The six people who were looking for information also followed.

Among the group, there were three more eighth-level Buddhist practitioners. At this moment, the three of them who were brought to the broken temple and the broken walls looked a little nervous.

"Hello, fellow Taoist. We are disciples of the Wuyang Buddhist Sect, and we are here to look for them on the orders of the sect master." Among the three people, the middle-aged monk with a short beard explained his purpose.

The other two monks exchanged their spiritual consciousness for a while, and the young monk said, "To be honest, you have offended Baihua Pavilion, and our sect leader is unlikely to help you. I advise you to leave the Pingtian Palace ruins as soon as possible."

As the three monks spoke, their eyes were on the six people from the Rong family. The expressions of these six people at the moment made them quite puzzled. It seemed that they had no intention of distancing themselves from Liu Feng and they were still standing behind this person.

When they were puzzled, a voice was sent from the Buddhist treasure on their bodies. After a spiritual sense check, they found out that it was the message from the clan leader who was looking for the younger generation. It was not just the younger generation in the clan that was wanted, but also those who were traveling with them must stay together.

Without waiting for their voice transmission to respond, Liu Feng said, "Before your sect leader comes to pick us up, I have something to ask you."

"First, how many forces with immortals and Buddhas are there in the Pingtian Palace ruins? Second, which places are more dangerous here?"

As Liu Feng spoke, he used his spiritual consciousness method to blast into the spiritual sea of ​​the three monks. This demonic body also practiced the art of refining the spirit, which was more than enough to intimidate the three eight-Buddha roots.

Having just witnessed Liu Feng's demonic power, the three monks were intimidated again at this moment. With awe in their hearts, they responded honestly to Liu Feng's questions.

Following the three monks' narration, Liu Feng and the others soon learned that there were less than ten forces ruled by immortals and Buddhas within the ruins of the Pingtian Palace, and many of the immortals and Buddhas in the sect were injured, which was why they had come to this desolate northern area.

There are four dangerous places in this site. The first one is the cemetery of Yuanping Tiangong, followed by the Poison Palace, and the last two are the Night Demon Forest and an underground palace.

"This Pingtian Palace is divided into various halls. Originally, it was probably a gathering place for monks from various sects. Each hall represents the inheritance of a lineage." The middle-aged monk with a short beard added.

Liu Feng wrote down what the three people said and compared it with the information brought back by Yuan Ming and others, and found no discrepancy.

At this time, two beams of light appeared one after another in the empty space above the ruins.

The latter had stronger cultivation. With a flick of his finger, he cast a Sanskrit word and imprisoned the robe in front of him in the air.

The robe fell to the ground. The woman imprisoned in it, who was a semi-immortal, said in a cold voice, "Master of Wuyang Buddhist Sect, you haven't recovered from your injuries yet. Are you going to make trouble for my Baihua Pavilion because of this villain? He was so bold that he captured four ninth-level elders in Baihua Pavilion."

The group of people under the broken wall looked over, and the three monks hurriedly leaned over to the short old man who had fallen to the ground.

"I've met the sect leader."

The six people from the Rong family who were standing behind the demon Liu Feng reacted and knelt on one knee and bowed down.

"The younger generation pays homage to the ancestor."

After the six people finished their greetings, the skinny old woman thought of the family in the Great World and said sadly, "Ancestor, the inheritance of our family in the Great World was cut off, and it was all caused by the Gongsun family."

The short old man was Rong Jing, the ancestor of the Rong family who arrived in time. He glanced at the six younger generations indifferently without looking at them for long, nor did he pay much attention to what the younger generation named Rong Su said.

Rise and fall are predestined. His injuries were serious and he had to stay in seclusion for many years to recuperate. How could he always take care of the younger generations of the world?

"My Buddhist name is Huitong. It is not advisable for me to stay here for long. Please follow me to Wuyang Buddhist Sect first. There, there is a place protected by great supernatural powers bestowed by the sect's senior master." Rong Jing glanced at everyone, and his eyes flickered at Liu Feng.

He didn't see who among this group of people he needed to worry about, and the Liu Feng walking outside at the moment should not be his real body, because his magic skills did not match the real body of Liu Feng described by the abbot of Qianzhen Temple.

"The people from Baihua Pavilion are coming for me. Senior, please stop the half-immortal from Baihua Pavilion. I thank you." Liu Feng bowed, but he was a little alert in his heart.

"You helped me to come to the virtual world, which must have been a lot of work. I am just doing you a favor. The female cultivators of Baihua Pavilion have always been ignorant of their limits and deserve to be taught a lesson, but you'd better not take their lives."

Rong Jing waved his hand calmly, and a cassock with five-colored patterns flew out.

The cassock was suspended in the air. At Liu Feng's nod, everyone followed the leader of the Five Yang Buddhist Sect and landed on the cassock.

Leaving behind the half-immortal from Baihua Pavilion who was imprisoned in mid-air, the cassock flew away to the west.

After a while, a gorgeous woman in colorful clothes came out and released the forbidden Buddhist spell on the half-immortal.

……

The cassock flew three hundred feet above the ruins and headed westward.

The further they went in, the more people in the robes could feel the loss of their vitality slowing down.

Rong Jing, the ancestor of the Rong family, had a kind face. He saw what everyone was thinking and said, "The Pingtian Palace Ruins used to be an immortal sect with a leader in charge. This area has magical powers blessed by successive leaders, which have not completely dissipated to this day. It can protect living beings from the suffering of losing vitality."

"But this site is getting worse year by year. In tens of thousands of years, it may no longer be able to protect living things. By then, we will have no choice but to find another place to live."

While listening to the introduction of the clan leader, Liu Feng secretly looked at the ruins and noticed the changes in the expressions of the six people of the Rong family.

The six people looked gloomy at the moment. It seemed that Hui Tong's indifference made these younger generations feel indignant.

He didn't care about the destruction of the Rong family in the world, and because he brought his descendants to the virtual world, he said it was to repay some favors. This statement was barely reasonable, but Liu Feng would not let down his guard easily.

But no matter what, even if the leader of the Five Yang Buddhist Sect had bad intentions, he was not afraid. He might as well take this opportunity to ask this person about some matters in the virtual world.

He already knew that there were seven realms in the virtual world, four seas and three heavens, but he knew almost nothing about the heavens beyond the three heavens.

"My Buddhist name is Chan Du. May I ask Senior Hui Tong, is the Heaven Beyond Heaven in the virtual world or is it independent outside?" Liu Feng asked.

Rong Jing showed a little surprise on his face. A youngster who had just entered the virtual world would actually think about the world beyond the heaven, while even he usually didn't pay attention to it.

"I have never been to the Heaven Beyond Heaven. According to the disciples of the major forces, the Heaven Beyond Heaven is not in the virtual world. Many strange creatures have entered the virtual world and caused many disasters."

Liu Feng thanked him again and thought about asking more about the major forces in the virtual world, but then he thought better of it and gave up.

Anyway, the wilderness alone is so vast that we can explore it ourselves once we get out of it. Hui Tong obviously doesn't seem to be someone who is well-informed. He is probably in seclusion all year round.

The cassock fled forward, and soon he had penetrated deep into the ruins and arrived at the center.

According to the information obtained by Yuanming and others, the area of ​​more than ten thousand miles in the middle was divided up by the sects that possessed immortals and Buddhas.

In front of us, within sight, there are two places that are different from ruins, but they are not houses and caves like those of the Great Heaven and Earth Sect.

What came into view was a large formation made of rocks, shaped like a big sword, with figures of monks coming in and out on both sides of the sword that was nearly a hundred miles long; another place was filled with swirling starlight, also covering an area of ​​a hundred miles.

"Towards are the Guiyuan Sword Sect and the Xingjian Sect. They settled here because there is a sword monument nearby, which is also one of the relics here."

Rong Jing drove the cassock around the two major sword-cultivating sects and passed by a ruin shrouded in white mist. There were many cultivators sitting cross-legged in the mist, meditating.

Everyone in the group could sense a sharp aura from the fog, and if they probed inside, their spiritual consciousness would be torn to pieces in an instant. This should be the place where the remains of the sword monument were.

When the people whose spiritual consciousness was torn apart were surprised, Liu Feng jumped out of the cassock without any warning.

The reason was simple. What he sensed was different from others. He realized that the dense sword energy seemed to contain the method of the void.

The demon body and the original body have the same perception and they also practice the "Dongxu Buddhist Sutra", but their method of emptiness is lacking in the original body.

"Wait for thirty breaths, I also want to gain some insights." The cassock stopped in front of the ruins outside the white fog. The group looked at each other, not understanding why Liu Feng was interested in the sword cultivator's ruins.

Rong Jing, the leader of the Five Yang Buddhist Sect, did not understand it even with his experience in the True Buddha realm. In just thirty breaths, he could not figure it out.

He naturally didn't know that what Liu Feng wanted to understand was not the way of the sword, but only the changes of the void within it.

Referring to the profound inheritance of Dongxu Island, it should not be difficult to record how the void here changes, even if you don't fully understand it.

Ten breaths, twenty breaths... less than thirty breaths, at most twenty-five breaths, Liu Feng's figure disappeared in the white mist and returned.

But when he came back, no less than thirty sword cultivators were chasing after him, all of them looking hungry.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay. It is truly remarkable that you have been able to approach the sword monument by twenty feet. Please feel free to impart some insights to me."

"Fellow Daoist, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I will exchange my 4,000 years of sword cultivation experience with you."

"Did Daoist friend gain anything in front of the sword monument? My Xingjian Sect is willing to exchange it for the sword talisman."

Among the nearly thirty sword cultivators, the one who had reached the perfect 19th realm and transformed his body into sword light was the fastest.

Liu Feng's demonic body was still in the early stage of the Nine Buddha Roots. Without using various external objects on his body, he was much slower than the perfect swordsman in the Ninth Realm.

But flying fast does not mean that one has the strength to suppress Liu Feng's demonic body.

The sword flashed forward, trying to force Liu Feng to stay.

A rapidly growing devil's claw brought with it two methods, Buddhism, Taoism and spiritual cultivation, and attacked, knocking the sword light back.

The figure of an old man in a black robe fell out from the sword light, with an angry look on his face. He put two fingers together, and sharp aura wrapped around his fingertips, instantly transforming into thousands of small swords.

"How dare you, a demon cultivator, act so presumptuously at the gate of Guiyuan Sword Sect?"

Thousands of sword shadows disappeared in a flash, and the next moment covered Liu Feng's vital points.

Inside the body of Liu Feng Modao, the insect palace that had shrunk to the size of a fingernail trembled, and the voice of Yanyou Holy Mother Liu Xiaoxiao was heard from it.

"No need to be polite to this old man. We have already provoked the Baihua Pavilion, so we don't mind having one more. Since the immortals from both families dare to come, we can just finish them off together."

Even without her saying anything, Liu Feng would not be polite.

In addition to the White Tiger True Immortal Flag, the Black Tortoise True Immortal Flag flew out. One of the two flags emitted layers of water light to resist the sword shadows, while the other responded with thousands of golden threads.

As the golden thread swept past, the old swordsman in black robe was forced to dodge repeatedly and retreat back into the depths of the white fog.

Seeing that Liu Feng could even repel a sword cultivator who had reached perfection in the ninth realm, the other sword cultivators who were chasing him all retreated tactfully.

They were polite in their words, but their real intention was, needless to say, to keep them, and whether they were willing or not, they had to tell them what they had gained in front of the sword monument.

But this person is not a pushover, and many of the people traveling with him are in the Ninth Realm. Unless they are immortals or Buddhas, it is impossible for them to be kept here.

On the cassock outside the white mist, Rong Jing spoke up to dissuade him at the right time: "Elder Leng, for the sake of this poor monk, how about we stop this matter here?"

From the depths of the white fog, a cold snort filled with murderous intent was heard, without any courtesy.

"The Grand Elder of my Sword Sect is in seclusion. This matter must be reported to the Grand Elder. When he comes out, he will make the final decision on this matter."

Rong Jing's kind face turned slightly cold, but he didn't say much. He signaled Liu Feng, and after Liu Feng returned to his robes, he went deeper.

The others were horrified as they watched, but Liu Feng himself remained calm, still comprehending the changes in the void that he had recorded in front of the sword monument.

"The sword arts contained in the sword marks on the sword monument are like the force of rain, some heavy and some light, some fast and some slow... I don't need to pay attention to these, just look at the remaining sword energy on the sword monument, it is like teleportation appearing out of thin air, it is this change that contains the mystery of the void."

Liu Feng compared the scriptures in the "Dongxu Buddhist Scriptures" and realized the teleportation of sword energy.

He knew that if he could comprehend the teleportation in the Void Dharma, his body movements would at least be much faster in the future, and he would not have to use the All-Spirit Buddha Beads to display the blood demon bloodline magical powers.

The cassock flew forward for another two thousand miles. A large shadow was cast diagonally in front, and there was a strange woodland in front of the left.

The group of people looked up. Yuan Caihe, Ouyang Shuiling and others who were below the ninth realm opened their mouths wide and tilted their heads high to see the treetops.

The trees in the forest are as short as several hundred feet, while the taller ones are over a thousand feet, and some are as tall as two thousand feet and reach into the night sky.

Passing by this place, Liu Feng and several demon monks' eyes changed slightly. Although it was the first time they saw it, they could guess that this should be the Night Demon Forest in the Pingtian Palace ruins.

Before entering, several demon cultivators were greatly encouraged. They could sense the extremely thick and pure demonic energy in the forest, which was far beyond the demon secret realm in the universe.

"Senior, where is this place?" Liu Feng asked tentatively.

Rong Jing looked calm, and his tone was as indifferent as before. He explained casually, "This place is called Night Demon Forest. My Five Suns Buddhist Sect is just a little further ahead. If we take a detour, we will have to pass through two other sects that we have some grudges against. It is better to go through the forest. It is okay to go through the periphery."

As he spoke, the three eighth-level Buddhist practitioners who were also wearing cassocks bowed their heads in silence, and there was no sign of a change in their expressions.

Liu Feng, who was keenly aware of the abnormality of the three people, seemed calm, but he was even more alert in his heart. When he thought of the worst possibility, a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He did not stop the cassock from flying into the Night Demon Forest, and a strong demonic aura followed.

There is moonlight outside the forest, but once you enter the Night Demon Forest, everything you see is pitch black with your naked eyes. Without using pupil techniques, you can't see clearly even a hundred feet away.

Liu Fengmei released his spiritual power, which turned into a large number of spiritual power filaments, and probed into the surrounding trees, discovering that the demonic energy contained in the wood was even thicker.

"Hmm?" His eyes moved, and he found blood that looked like living creatures in the woods.

The spiritual power thread was pulled and brought back more than a dozen strands of blood, which made him feel happy.

"Senior, is there any eight-armed demon ape or its bloodline in this Night Demon Forest? I would like to go in and get some." Liu Feng suddenly said.

In the darkness, Rong Jing in the cassock had a gloomy look in his eyes. He didn't expect that Liu Feng would take the initiative to ask to walk into the woods.

He was just thinking of finding an excuse to go a little deeper so that the True Buddha of Qianzhen Temple could block the way out, and Liu Feng's suggestion was exactly what he wanted.

"I don't know if there is an eight-armed demon ape, but there must be an ape-like demon. As long as we go no deeper than two hundred miles, it won't be a problem to go in and get some demon blood. I can also pick up some spiritual medicine along the way."

As Rong Jing spoke, the cassock changed direction and carried the group of people into the depths of darkness.

The coldness in Liu Feng's eyes became even stronger. He used the power of the Buddha in this demonic body to circulate his eyes, and his field of vision instantly became much wider.

Far and near, traces of demonic energy outline shapes.

He could see a large number of monsters, with bodies as slender as humans, several dozen feet long, with their long and thin limbs clasped on the ground, all in a crawling posture, which looked quite strange.

(End of this chapter)