All sects work

Chapter 176 Lost Memories

Dongfang Zhentian works so hard not out of selfless devotion, but because he finds profit in it.

What the Dharma Ending Age lacks is spiritual energy, but there has never been a shortage of gifted people or creativity. There are many wonderful ideas in those seemingly fancy and mysterious techniques, and even if they have a higher level of cultivation, they can still benefit a lot from them.

"Tian Zhen ordered, drive the grass and beans. Transform them into divine soldiers and set up camp for me. Urgently call for them to come quickly, and do not stay for long. Listen to my divine spell and give up your true form. Sprinkle the divine water, and the grass will turn into beans. Hurry and obey the command!"

The mystic quickly made hand gestures with his two fingers, and the originally clear sky was covered by dark clouds. The sky slowly darkened, and a handful of beans were scattered out, which transformed into hundreds of ghost soldiers in the air, all covered in black mist.

Shi Xuanying flashed and appeared in front of a ghost soldier. The ghost soldier, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his blood-red eyes.

She used her five fingers to form claws and grabbed the ghost soldier's head. The ghost soldier screamed and exploded under her hands, dispersing like ink in the water.

The mystic who cast the spell groaned, his body unsteady. Seeing that the dark clouds in the sky were beginning to dissipate, he quickly stopped the spell to avoid a backlash.

Dongfang Zhentian suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head and couldn't help shivering. He muttered quietly: "The sect master is still so fond of scratching his head!"

"Huh?" Shi Xuanying lowered her eyes and watched the Yin Qi flow away from her fingertips, feeling very interested.

Turn day into night, sow beans to make soldiers, cut grass to make horses, and draw the ground to make rivers! This is the secret "Magic Qimen" in Qimen Dunjia. After Dongfang Zhentian's modification, it is even more powerful.

The Nine Star Flying Method, which was originally used for feng shui planning and divination, is similar to the Dongji Sect's mental method and can be used directly to predict the opponent's next move in battle.

In addition, there is also "paper-cutting adults" which is similar to puppetry.

Master Xuanying actually felt the original power of heaven and earth from these mysterious arts!

In the Dharma Ending Age, spiritual energy is insufficient to support mystical arts, so most of their techniques focus on mobilizing the world's original power, which is difficult to do in a world with abundant spiritual energy.

Master Xuanying stretched out her hand to the mystic: "Beans."

The mystic was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out a handful of soybeans and put them into her palm.

Shi Xuanying did not scatter them as he did, but instead flicked out a pill with her finger.

However, there was no movement for a long time...

"Sir, curse..."

Just as a mystic was about to speak, his vision suddenly went dark and his voice stopped abruptly.

In the blink of an eye, everyone lost sight of their hand in front of them. They could only feel the bone-chilling coldness around them. They heard her voice with a smile: "Interesting."

A ray of light broke through a gap with her voice and quickly dispelled the darkness.

Although it was completely invisible just now, everyone was sure that she had successfully cast the beans as soldiers, because the instinctive fear at the moment of nightfall could not deceive anyone.

Everyone suddenly realized that she had succeeded without even chanting a spell?!
"What kind of heaven-chosen mystical physique is this!"

A group of mystics couldn't help but feel envious and jealous.

Dongfang Zhentian shook his index finger: "My Lord, you are a dead martial artist!"

This is such a waste of natural resources! Everyone was disappointed.

On the other side, all the martial artists were almost reaching the barrier.

"Senior Jiang, the master glanced at us and went over there. Is he dissatisfied with us?"

The strong are respected. Jiang Chuixing conquered everyone with his strength on the first day he came. Therefore, no matter if they are in their thirties, forties, seventies or eighties, everyone is convinced by the title of "senior".

Jiang Chuixing asked calmly: "Do you have as many tricks as those mystics?"

That’s not the case…

Someone else asked, "I heard that Senior Dong is a great master of the mysterious arts. Who is more powerful between you and her?"

If asked this, Jiang Chuixing would be very excited: "She has a higher level of cultivation than me, but in actual combat, of course I have a greater chance of winning." No one doubted this, because in their understanding, mystics cast spells slowly, and some even have to bathe, change clothes, and burn incense. In this situation, if they fight face to face with martial artists, they have no chance of winning at all.

They also couldn't imagine how Dongfang Zhentian fought.

Master Xuanying gave the Taoist a few pointers before gathering the two groups together. She first gave each of them a spiritual fruit, gave them some words of encouragement, then patted their butts and left, leaving behind a group of enthusiastic cultivators.

With the training from the Great Elder in her previous life, she was able to use this set of rhetoric with ease.

Things like "In the future in my Sword Sect's territory, Tiandu will have to be second in command", "Dignity lies only on the blade", "Your efforts and talents are my Sword Sect's most precious wealth", "We must work together to make the Sword Sect stand at the top of the cultivation world", "Don't be afraid of challenges, only by constantly climbing can you reach the top, this is the fate of a cultivator", these words can be used here just the same.

When she said these words in front of her fellow disciples of the Sword Sect, she did have such ambitions. She also completed half of the pie she had drawn. The remaining half...

Master Xuanying suddenly stopped and slowly frowned.

What about the remaining half?

She led the Sword Sect to expand its territory, annexed large and small sects, made many enemies, and often fought one against ten or one hundred. Injuries were a common occurrence for her. It was inevitable that she would get her shoes wet if she often walked by the river, and it was also common for her to capsize in the ditch.

However, she didn't seem to be dead, but was meditating to heal her wounds...

"hiss--"

A tearing pain came over her soul, and Shi Xuanying gasped.

She was not afraid of the pain, but this interruption made her forget the truth that she was about to touch upon when she came to her senses.

"metropolitan?"

Bai Xuexing saw that she had come back to her senses, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Shi Xuanying's eyes were confused for a moment, and then she said firmly: "I forgot."

It seemed like he was answering Bai Xuexing's words, but it also seemed like he was warning himself: "I forgot something."

Yes!

She lost some of her memories!!!
When she just woke up in this body, she only felt that her thinking was very slow, but her memory seemed to be correct.

She remembered that she was besieged by a group of people and was seriously injured. It should be that her injuries were too severe to be cured, which is why her soul left her body inexplicably...

Should he? Or was he really seriously injured and died?
Why can't I remember clearly?

Why didn’t I doubt this question the moment I woke up?

Why did I suddenly remember it?

Why did I happen to have such a soothing stove in my hand when I opened my eyes?

Could it be that because the Purple Palace was broken and then repaired by the divine blood, we were able to glimpse a glimpse of the truth behind the fog?
The more I think about it, the more my head hurts!
Shi Xuanying spread out her hands, and the soul furnace appeared in her hands. The tearing pain in her consciousness was immediately suppressed, but she could hardly think.

Bai Xuexing saw that her face was pale and there was a silver light between her eyebrows, as if there was something wrong with her consciousness. He immediately wrapped the other end of the Buddhist beads around her palm and chanted the soul-soothing mantra.

The soul fire in the furnace suddenly grew larger.

The color on Shi Xuanying's face gradually returned, and the light between her eyebrows also disappeared. Her vision was blurred, and she tightly grasped the soul furnace, her knuckles turned white, and her whole body looked like she had been fished out of the water.

"metropolitan?"

Bai Xuexing called softly, and when he saw her eyes slowly gather, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Very good." Shi Xuanying curled the corners of her lips.

She took advantage of a tiny crack to plant a hint in herself. Although she no longer remembered what she had just thought about, she knew that she had forgotten something.