I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 21 This Egg is Yours After You Touch It
“It’s really killing me.”

Three people, there must be my teacher Yan.

With the help of the power of thought, Wang Jing's cultivation level increased greatly, but facing the fierce attack from King Wei Jia, he was still unable to resist and could only choose to dodge and defend.

Boom boom boom~
The King of Wei's palms were electrified and he struck hard repeatedly. Lightning flashed faintly between his black fingers, and the power was so fierce that anyone who was touched would die.

What’s even more terrible is that, driven by the power of thunder, the King of Wei’s body movements are extremely swift, as fast as thunder.

Wang Jing's scalp tingled as he watched, and alarm bells rang in his heart: "Dharma body, activate the hosting mode!"

In an instant, the panic in his eyes disappeared, and his gaze became cold and ruthless, with the expression between his brows as calm as autumn water.

Dharma body is online!

As soon as he opened his eyes, the flow of the vital energy of heaven and earth around him was completely captured, transformed into groups of data, and quickly broken down and analyzed.

The Dharma body has no subjective emotions, only absolute rationality.

Immediately noticing the change in Wang Jing's aura, the King of Wei sneered coldly: "Stop playing tricks on me, and die before me!"

With his mighty power increasing and his palms filled with the power of thunder, King Wei Jia first slammed the ground with a loud bang, releasing five silver snakes of lightning, which attacked Wang Jing and blocked his retreat.

Then he raised his head, his body turned into thunder, like a raging wave hitting the shore, and slapped Wang Jing straight on the forehead.

The electric snake hissed and roared towards us!

Wang Jing was enveloped in the crisis of death. He was surrounded by deadly dangers in front, behind, and on both sides. However, his Dharma body still maintained absolute rationality. He glanced around and made rapid calculations in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. In just a moment, he figured out the flaws in the opponent's attack.

Script hang, start!
Although the five silver snakes were sent out at the same time, their routes were not exactly the same. As they wound and scattered, there were slight errors in the time of their arrival.

And this slight error was captured by the Dharma body.

Wang Jing was seen using the script mode, stepping on the Nine Palaces and moving in a small space, avoiding the five silver snake lightnings that attacked one after another by a hair's breadth.

And at the moment when the King of Wei's thunder palm was about to hit him, he held his sword horizontally in front of him and put it back into the sheath.

He suddenly used the second move of the Hundred Battles Sword Technique, the Sword-Sheathing Style, to defend!
Boom~
The King of Wei pressed the blade with his palm in anger, and the raging thunder stirred up huge waves, bursting out with a fierce and violent force, with the power to break monuments and split rocks, and it came domineeringly.

However, the Dharma body responded calmly, using the sword as a shield and guiding the Qi, like a sleeping bear or a lying tiger, with both feet on the ground, the spine as a bow, and the tendons as strings. In the process of tension and relaxation, he unloaded the opponent's palm power and even forcibly absorbed the opponent's attack into the Qi sea.

The Seven-Star Sword was successfully sheathed!
At this moment, Wang Jing only felt his qi sea churning. He absorbed the opponent's thunder energy, making his whole body seem to be torn apart, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth.

The King of Wei pretended to be surprised that Wang Jing could defend against his fierce thunder palm attack, but then he let out a murderous grin: "Humph, you have never been tempered by the six qi, you are just a mortal body, how can you withstand the energy of the Tiangang divine thunder?"

After he finished speaking, he mobilized the vital energy in his body and wanted to gather it together to make another attack to take Wang Jing's life.

The Kenadai style is not about defending to the death, but about waiting for the attack. First, take a defensive stance to blunt the enemy's edge. Then, when the enemy's attack is over and there is no time for him to return to defend, launch a counterattack, and arrive first even if you strike later!
This is the complete sword-holding style, defend, strike last but be the first to blunt the opponent's attack!
Sword energy.

Firelight.

The Dharmakaya saw through the flaw in the flow of the King of Wei's fake Qi, and when his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, it slashed out with a brilliant flaming sword.

wow~
The evil-destroying power of Danyu Shengyan cut through the fake ghost body of King Wei, and suddenly black blood fell like rain all over the sky, and corpse qi and evil spirit gushed out.

The fake body of King Wei was injured, and he showed an expression of disbelief: "How is it possible, my body-protecting evil spirit!"

Looking back, he suddenly realized that the twelve bronze statues of the Earthly Branches had all been destroyed by Wang Yun.

"Ahhh! Hateful!"

King Wei roared to the sky. He thought he could capture Wang Jing in one move and use him as a hostage to make Wang Yun hesitate.

However, he made a wrong judgment and not only failed to capture and kill Wang Jing in time, but his formation was broken and he lost the protection of the Earthly Evil Energy, leaving his ghost body completely exposed to his opponent's attack.

"All the remaining thieves of the king deserve to die!"

There was lightning all around King Wei and silver snakes were surrounding him.

anger.

Killing intention.

surging.

Wang Jing knew that King Wei Jia was ready to fight to the death, so he immediately dodged and retreated, while shouting in a shameless voice, "Father, save me!"

Wang Yun cut through the core of the twelve earthly branches' great array of gods and demons, held the red feather in his hand, and pointed his sword at Wei Wang Jia: "The world today is no longer the Warring States period. Since you are dead, you should rest in peace. Why do you cling to this earthly world and refuse to return?"

"Nonsense!"

King Wei used his palm to move thunderbolts, his eyes showing murderous intent: "The dragon energy of our great Wei is still there, why can't it rise again? This is God's will! No one can stop it!"

"That's all I have to say. Next, it depends on who will be chosen by God."

Wang Yun wielded the feather sword, doing two things at once, the Confucian teachings, the Taoist mystical skills, his thoughts and his primordial energy came together to form a perfect pair of swords.

The heart sword cuts the soul!

Qi sword cuts the body!

The King of Wei pretended to practice the magical skill of "Six Qis and Clouds", yin, yang, wind, rain, darkness and brightness. He controlled the six qi with his body and grasped all the changes of heaven and earth, so as to roam endlessly!
Sword and palm, fire and thunder, in the end Wang Yun was the better one. Dan Yu pierced through the heart, penetrated the fake ghost body of King Wei, and directly cut off his heart meridian.

“But… how hateful… if my ghost body was not of the Yin element… I would not be able to perfectly control the extremely strong and yang power of the Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder… and… how could I be defeated by you…”

"I... don't accept it!"

The King of Wei was filled with hatred. He roared angrily and suddenly slapped Wang Yun, obviously intending to take someone with him before he died.

Although it was a last-ditch effort, Wang Yun was careless for a moment and still flew back injured.

Wang Jing was shocked when he saw this: "He's not dead yet?"

Looking at the Wei Wuzu soldiers swarming around him, Wang Jing knew that now was not the time to hesitate. If the King of Wei did not die, he would have to die.

Even ants try to survive, let alone salted fish!

It is true that Wang Jing has no ambition, but he does have a will to survive, which is even stronger than anyone else's: "Whoever doesn't let me live, I will let him die!"

"King Wei, look at the knife!"

With a courageous thought in his heart, Wang Jing entered a state of unity of mind and intention, intention and qi, qi and strength at this moment. Strength, Qi and thought energy became one, amplifying and resonating with each other, and he slashed out his strongest sword so far!

A hundred battles with the sword!
Draw the sword and attack!
The narrow road meets the brave to win!

With one slash of the sword, Wang Jing instantly understood something.

The first three realms in the six realms of martial arts are the initial glimpse of the basics, which is to let the body remember the force techniques of the moves. Through training, the muscles remember every movement, so that when they are needed, they can be used without thinking.

As for the second level, the key is to discover the Qi circulation route and force-generating method that best suits one's own self. After all, everyone's aptitude and physique are slightly different, and thus the same martial art will have very different power in the hands of different people.

Therefore, there is no most powerful magic skill in the world. Only the one that suits you best is the best.

And now, Wang Jing has finally entered the third realm of the Five Paths and Six Realms, and realized what perfection means.

The mind and intention are united, the intention and qi are united, the qi and strength are united, and one perfectly integrates the attributes of one's essence, qi, and spirit, superimposes on each other, and produces a resonance of power, which is the realm of perfection.

At this moment, what he swung out was this perfect sword strike!

Click~
The knife flashed and the fire flowed instantly.

The Seven Star Sword chopped off Wei Wangjia's head as if it were splitting firewood, but without the protection of the ghost body, Wei Wangjia's soul was burned to ashes by the Danyu Holy Flame in the blink of an eye.

The huge ghost head rolled to the ground, with a ferocious expression still frozen on it, and the King of Wei's ten-foot-tall body fell down with a loud bang.

This time, he was completely dead. Without the control of the king, the Wei Wu soldiers stopped moving and returned to their waiting positions.

Wang Jing finally heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but his relaxed spirit also caused his spiritual realm to instantly regress, and he could no longer maintain his state of perfection.

"Ok?"

Wang Jing was shocked: "Can it be lowered back after upgrading?"

After suppressing the injury, Wang Yun quickly stepped forward to check Wang Jing's body. After learning that he was only slightly injured and his bones and meridians were fine, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "When your father was your age, he didn't have your level of cultivation. The sword he just slashed must have entered the third realm of martial arts and reached the realm of perfection, right?"

Wang Hong also stepped forward with his sword in hand, with an expression of approval on his face: "This is indeed a state of perfection. Yuan Xu is truly the unicorn of my Wang family."

Then Wang Yun reminded Wang Jing: "You are just entering the realm of perfection. If your mind can't be in harmony with the sword's will, your cultivation will regress at any time. If you want to maintain this realm, you must constantly reflect on yourself and sharpen your mind. Don't slack off. Do you understand?"

Wang Jing finally understood that reality is not a game, and there is no such thing as a permanent solution after upgrading. He nodded quickly: "Yes, Jing will follow my father's teachings."

The next thing to do, naturally, is to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils.

Wang Hong walked up to Wei Wangjia and started to touch... no, it was more like performing an autopsy.

He examined it carefully, and then his face became serious: "Refine evil into the body, feed on resentment, it is indeed the ancient method of blood sacrifice and corpse refinement - the forbidden technique of corpse ghosts."

Wang Yun also frowned upon hearing this, his expression showing three parts of doubt and three parts of uneasiness: "During the Xia and Shang dynasties, people believed in ghosts and gods, and sacrificed humans and carried out blood sacrifices, which led to rebellion throughout the country. But after the Zhou Dynasty, such cruel techniques were gradually banned, leaving only sporadic ghost traditions, which were not systematic. I thought this method had been lost long ago. Where did King Jia of Wei get such an evil technique?"

Wang Hong shook his head: "I don't know either, but the forbidden technique of corpse ghosts must not be spread out, otherwise it will cause great harm."

"Of course."

Wang Yun agreed with Wang Hong's statement, and then he waved his hand. The holy fire in his palm turned into flying flames, burning the fake corpse body of King Wei.

Then Wang Yun looked at the Wei Wuzu around him and raised his hand again to circulate the true yang power in his body.

Wang Jing couldn't help but stop him: "Father, are these going to be burned too? Isn't it a bit too wasteful?"

There are only 600 left out of the 800 corpse soldiers. These were the Wei Wu soldiers that the Wei State had trained with countless elixirs and rice. As long as we find a way to control them, it will be like having an extra group of elite soldiers with amazing combat power.

"What's the point of keeping this evil ghost?"

Wang Yun had a straight-forward personality and could not tolerate any injustice. He obviously looked down upon this kind of crooked power.

But Wang Jing didn't think so. He quickly tried to dissuade him: "Father, people can be divided into good and evil, but how can swords be divided into good and evil? Although the Corpse Army is an evil thing, it is evil if used in an evil way, and it is good if used in a good way. Jing personally thinks that these 600 Wei Wu soldiers, even if they are left by the King of Wei, may not be useless for our Wang family."

After Wang Hong examined the ghost bodies of the Wei Wuzu, he also agreed, "Master Zi, Yuan Xu is right. I have checked these corpses and found that they were not trained with forbidden corpse ghost techniques. They are just ordinary walking corpses without any intelligence. Therefore, it is not a big taboo. Keeping them may come in handy in the future."

The reason why the Corpse Ghost Forbidden Technique is called a Forbidden Technique is not because it is about refining corpses, but because the Yin and Shang nobles used blood sacrifices to refine themselves from living people into immortal corpse ghosts, attempting to use this forbidden technique to seek immortality. This was disdained by the Heaven, and they were ultimately convicted of a crime by the Heaven, with no one to pray for them.

After the Ji Zhou Dynasty, all kings regarded themselves as the Son of Heaven, and therefore listed the method of corpse ghost sacrifice as a forbidden technique.

However, if it were just an ordinary zombie, it wouldn't matter. After all, strictly speaking, it's just using the dead body as a magical tool, not seeking immortality.

If it were a peaceful and prosperous time, doing this would definitely bring disgrace to the family.

But now that chaos is coming, who cares whether your methods are clean or not? It doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, a cat that can catch mice is a good cat.

Wang Yun hesitated for a moment and finally gave up the plan to destroy the 600 Wei Wu soldiers in front of him.

Wang Ling had just finished counting the casualties and stepped forward to say, "The casualties among the assassins we brought with us were heavy. Now there are only eight of us left, and all of them are injured."

"Collect the remains of the deceased and bring them back for a proper burial. As for their families, provide generous compensation. The remaining people will also be generously rewarded."

"Yes, uncle."

Wang Ling then took the remaining soldiers and began to collect the bodies of his companions.

Wang Jing followed Wang Yun and Wang Hong to open the door to the treasure house in the underground palace.

Deep in the underground palace, fire dispelled darkness.

Wang Yun used his Confucian magical powers to dismantle the mechanism and successfully opened it. The heavy bronze door slowly opened to both sides.

It has to be said that the State of Wei was worthy of being one of the Seven Kingdoms of the Warring States Period. The treasury was filled with mountains of gold, silver, jewels, corals and jade. There were also various treasures that were sealed extremely well. They were shining with aura and were surrounded by precious aura. One could tell at a glance that they were of extraordinary quality.

When Wang Jing stepped in, he was dazzled by the dazzling array of items. For a moment he didn't know where to start.

Wang Hong obviously knew more about the value of things than Wang Jing. He passed over the mundane things like gold, silver and treasures and focused his eyes on the spiritual fruits that were specially sealed with beeswax and magic. "This is the cloud-patterned purple pear, one of the five fruits! The flesh contains a trace of Tiangang thunder energy, which is of great benefit to the Six Qi Yunyun!"

Purple nai is an early undomesticated apple that is small in size, limited in sweetness, and not juicy enough.

But the purple pear in front of him was no ordinary wild fruit, but a spiritual fruit nurtured by the primordial energy of heaven and earth, and it inherently contained incredible magical powers.

Especially as one of the "five fruits" with the highest value among many spiritual fruits, the cloud-patterned purple pear is a rare treasure that is worth a fortune.

After walking a few more steps, Wang Hong put down the purple pear in his hand, and his expression was so excited that he spoke incoherently: "Ah! This... this is..."

In front of him, there was a huge wooden box with its lid opened.

The wooden box was made of golden nanmu wood, and several formations were carved on it. Just from the carving, it could be concluded that this wooden box must have been made by a famous craftsman and was worth a fortune.

However, Wang Hong was too lazy to even take a second look at the wooden box, because the rare treasures stored in it left him no time to take care of anything else.

"It's the color of glass, the shape of amber, and it feels like boneless soft flesh, soft and sticky to the touch!"

Wang Hong's expression became more and more excited, and finally he shouted in surprise: "It really is the Immortal Jade Qiongzhi!"

"This item is a rare treasure from heaven and earth. Long-term consumption can improve physical fitness and transform a person. In the past, the State of Wei was able to train the Wei Wuzu because of this treasure. After the Qin Dynasty destroyed the Wei Kingdom, they searched Daliang but could not find it. They never thought that the King of Wei had brought it into the underground palace and hid it here."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jing stopped stuffing jewelry and jade into his pockets. Instead, he walked quickly forward and took a look at the ball of pink gel in the wooden box.

This thing has a weird shape and looks about 70% similar to slime.

Wang Jing couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, there's only so much of this, is it what King Wei Jia left over?"

When saying this, Wang Jing still felt a little disgusted.

No matter how rare the treasures were, he didn't want to eat the leftovers of others.

Wang Hong looked at Wang Jing speechlessly and said, "What do you know? The Immortal Jade Ganoderma is a meat Ganoderma. It is not a dead thing, but a living thing. You only need to feed it with a variety of food with primordial energy, and you can harvest a magical medicine that can greatly improve your physical fitness. It is most suitable for mass training of masters."

After saying this, Wang Hong quickly closed the wooden box and even took out a few high-level talismans and pasted them on it to be on the safe side: "Such a treasure is priceless. You open it and don't break it with your rough hands and feet."

Wang Jing was pushed aside.

But it’s no wonder that he didn’t recognize the gold and jade. Who could have known that such a piece of stuff was actually the most important strategic material of the Wei State?
After packing up the Immortal Jade and Qiongzhi, Wang Hong felt a little distressed: "Four hundred years have passed, and this King of Wei was reluctant to feed it with spiritual fruits, causing the divine creature to have to self-eat to maintain its activity, so that only such a small ball is left. Fortunately, we came early. We can go back and take care of it. We should be able to harvest it for the first time soon."

While Wang Hong was holding the wooden box and talking to himself, Wang Jing's attention was attracted by a giant egg with strange red and black patterns.

He walked forward, feeling the faint vitality inside the eggshell, and immediately he had an idea and raised his hand to press it.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Wang Jing instantly felt a burning sensation in the dome.

That feeling is like a small flame, emitting infinite light and heat, illuminating everything, but also like a candle in the wind, which may go out at any time.

"Yuanxu, what are you doing?"

Wang Yun walked to Wang Jing's side. He took a look at the giant egg and smiled with his hands behind his back: "Good eyesight, this egg is extraordinary. It contains a trace of true yang power before it even breaks out of the shell. Its roots must be extraordinary. In today's battle, you deserve the first merit and you deserve a reward. Since you like it, this egg is yours."

Wang Jing was shocked when he heard this.

Wait, I just touched it, what do you mean I like it?
I like you, egg!
I had originally planned to pick out the best treasure from the treasury, but now it seems that's impossible.

Wang Jing wished he could chop off his hand.

Why can't I control my hands?
(End of this chapter)