God Killer

() In a dark secret room with only [-] or [-] square meters, filled with a damp and musty smell, an old man in a loose white silk Tang suit is sitting on a futon and meditating, with long white hair and beard. Hanging on his shoulders and chest, the old man's face looked extremely old, and his whole body exuded an aura of rotten wood. In front of the old man were three corpses that had been sucked into mummies, and they could be vaguely identified as two A woman and a man, and farther away, three long lamps are lit.

These three ever-burning lamps are three bronze figurines kneeling on the ground. They look full of antiquity. If it wasn't for the extraordinary skill of counterfeiting, then they must be ancient relics from the pre-Qin period!

These three kneeling bronze figurines have a simple and simple shape, with their hands over their heads, holding a puddle of emerald lamp oil in both palms, a piece of velvet stretched out of the lamp oil, and a yellow-orange flame slowly glowing on it. Swaying and stretching the body, the dim light source in the secret room comes from this.

The old man took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled a thick, dark, turbid air. With the exhalation of this turbid air, the old man's face gradually became more relaxed, and the skin that was as old as a pine tree branch flattened a little. The dead air also dissipated a bit, and the pitch-black turbid air lingered in the air like cotton wool for a long time.

From the shadow behind the old man came out a strong man in his 40s. He wore the same loose Tang suit, but it was made of black cotton and linen fabric. It looked deep and restrained. The cyan birthmark cascaded down from the forehead to the corner of the mouth like a waterfall, occupying a whole half of the face, and looked extraordinarily creepy under the dim light!

The man is holding a bright yellow bag in his hand. This bag seems to be new, but if an expert touches it carefully, he will find that it is one of the exquisite products produced by the Jiangning Weaving Mansion, which was used by the royal family in the past. The best quality, especially the five-clawed golden dragon shadow pattern on the bright yellow pocket, shows the unusualness of this bag.If this thing comes out, it will be priceless!

The muscular man carefully opened the mouth of the bag, and a long tongue came out from the bright yellow bag. The tongue was extremely bright red, and it was full of sharp barbs, which looked like a sword. Mountain knife forest is average.

Seeing the tongue roll and lick in the air, it swept away the cotton-like pitch-black turbidity suspended in the air, and then retracted the tongue into the bright yellow pocket covered with dark dragon patterns.

The strong man quickly tied up the pocket, and then wrote a few tadpole characters on the seal of the pocket with his fingers. These tadpole characters were immediately branded on the sealing rope, like a bag that was swinging like a big fish. It gradually quieted down, and after a while, there was a slight sound of sound sleep, and then there was no more sound, and the bag looked empty.

The old man's old wrinkled eyelids slowly opened a line, and there was a kind of glazed luster in it, so strong that it seemed to flow out of the eyes.

"Master, your cultivation level has risen again, and you will be able to step into the fractal realm in a short time. Shouldn't you prepare for that matter now?" The muscular middle-aged man with his pocket in his hand asked cautiously.

The old man did not answer immediately, but breathed slowly, each exhalation was stretched to the limit, there was a gap of seven or eight minutes between the two, until after three exhalations and three inhalations, the eyes of the old man were almost The overflowing glazed light disappeared completely, revealing a pair of old and lifeless eyes, the old man stood up, and said with a little disappointment: "Fractal, fractal, in Ge Hong's "Baopuzi·Dizhen" There was once a saying: "If you want to be psychic, when the golden water forms, you can see the three souls and seven souls in your body." Now the master is only able to look inside the flesh and blood shell of his body. Where is the golden water forming? Is it that simple? For us cultivators, there are three difficulties that cannot be overcome."

"The first is the supreme karma. Without karma, you can't get the method of cultivating immortals. If you don't hear the truth and don't see the Dao, how can you practice?"

"The second difficulty, obsessive obsession, and unsurpassed causes and conditions are not rare, but too many people don't know it even if they come into contact with the supreme causes and conditions. If you are blinded by obscurity, you can't see the innocence, and you will be muddled all your life, just like wandering in muddy water, no matter you are poor, rich or powerful, even if you are powerful, it will only take seven or eighty years to be wiped out."

"The third way is the big gate of this golden water shape. You can look inside your three souls and seven souls. All the spirits of heaven and earth can be received, and the gods of mountains and rivers can be envoys. Bigu is for longevity. In the late stage of golden water shape Even being able to ride the wind to the heavens, come and go freely, and be happy, this is a realm that can only be encountered but never sought."

"At the beginning I was just a fisherman, and I found the treasure by entering the mud river. My luck is probably here!"

"From ancient times to the present, there is no book that can explain this great barrier clearly. It is all up to the monks to explore by themselves. Maybe they will step into the infinitely beautiful state of gold and water in one step with a flash of inspiration, or they may spend their entire lives until the bones and white clay are gone. I can't figure out the way. The road is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky!" The old man sighed.

"I guess there is no hope, but my son Yun Zhong and you, Guima, are all good seedlings on the road of cultivating immortals. Maybe there is a chance to spy on that realm. After all, you are all young, as long as you are young, there is always a chance Yes, I am an old man who has lived for more than 130 years. If I can't pass the threshold of the golden water shape, I guess I only have three or two years left to live. No amount of human vitality can save me. body..."

The ghost horse quickly raised the bright yellow pocket in his hand and said: "Master, we have this relic from the previous dynasty in our hands, didn't we always say that we want to meet the true dragon of the previous dynasty? But we must..."

The old man waved his hand to stop the ghost horse's words, and said lightly: "This kid Yun Zhong has a good understanding of cultivation, but he always likes to play tricks. Why do you gather people to practice and set up some Langya sect? Knowing that those immortal cultivators are his stones for crossing the wall and climbing to the sky, as long as Yun Zhong enters the realm of stepping on the sea, he will swallow them all as a great tonic, and then Yun Zhong will be able to go straight to the late stage of stepping on the sea to catch up with me However, today is different from the previous days. Immortal cultivators gather together like flying tigers falling to the ground and golden dragons falling into a well. Those godhunters are not easy to mess with. Sooner or later something will happen. Yun Zhong should take a step forward right now. The Sea Realm has cultivated Qi Hai, you have restrained him recently and told him not to wander around..."

As the old man was talking, one of the three bronze figurine lamps in the room shook violently, and then suddenly went out with a puff.

Halfway through the old man's words, his dull and old eyes suddenly became fierce. After a moment of stunned, he said in a trembling voice: "Yun Zhong, Yun Zhong, my son Yun Zhong is dead?"

The ghost horse's eyes flashed, layers of blood ignited on his body, then gradually calmed down, bowed to the old man and said: "Master, let me go and see what's going on!"

The old man was trembling all over, his white beard was trembling and trembling, his old hands were clenched tightly, suppressing the infinite sorrow in his heart, he waved his hands vigorously, the ghost horse straightened his back, and hurried out of the secret room.

The ghost horse had just closed the door of this underground secret room, which could shield the global vitality scanner, when he heard the sound of crying bitterly from inside.

A icy coldness flashed in Ghost Horse's eyes, and anger was burning inside. He watched Yun Zhong grow up, and he taught him the skills of cultivating immortals. From Ghost Horse's point of view, Yun Zhong is like his son. After Zhong was killed, the pain and anger in his heart was not the same as that of the old man. The birthmark on his face was as bright as a red-hot iron bar at this time. With his breathing, he jumped up and down, his thick five fingers clenched tightly, and every step he took The bones and joints on his body made slight cracking noises, walking all the way, it was like snake-shaped firecrackers on the ground constantly exploding.

At a distance of more than ten steps, the ghost horse stepped into the elevator and went straight up 50 meters. Then, the ghost horse returned to normal and drove away from a manor with an area of ​​ten hectares along the winding mountain road.

In the basement, the old man knelt on the ground with scarlet eyes and wept bitterly, his whole body trembling like a dragon, and gusts of scarlet mist spewed out from his mouth. Extending to the tailbone, it looks like the back of a stegosaurus. The old hands are deeply embedded in the thick floor tiles on the ground, and the floor tiles are constantly cracking towards the surroundings like spiders, making crisp sounds.

"There is no hope, there is no hope, my life will be cut off, my lifespan will be ruined, I will pay for my blood, I will pay for my blood..." An extremely suppressed cry and howl continued to rippling underground...