Catalog of Destruction

Seven hundred and twelve years later, in the side hall of the Ghost Palace of Mangshan.

Countless long and short hexagrams are constantly changing around the black and white yin and yang fish in the center, Qian three connected, Kun six broken... Dui is missing on the top, Xun is broken on the bottom... It seems to be interpreting all things in the world, all-encompassing, all-inclusive, complex and mysterious, dizzy.

And Shi Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the black and white Tai Chi diagram, had a strange thing like a piece of black soil floating on his chest, exuding the meaning of peace, liberation, and virtue.

The rotation and evolution of the innate Bagua hexagram suddenly reached the fastest speed, and the whole side hall seemed to be trapped in a black and white ocean, a world of long and short horizontal lines, they kept reorganizing, constantly collapsing, and gradually gathered into two mysterious patterns composed of extremely complex prohibitions.

Shi Xuan's half-closed eyes opened suddenly, and inside was also the black and white Bagua, also deducing and calculating, and also forming a complex prohibition like a mysterious pattern.

Then Shi Xuan's eyes emitted a foot-long black and white light, and the two mysterious patterns slowly flew out of his eyes, seemingly falling towards the black mud embryo with great difficulty.

When the two mysterious patterns touched the black mud-like thing, the mud embryo slowly lit up a layer of peaceful and joyful black light, and countless mysterious restrictions emerged in it, layer upon layer, densely packed, confusing people's minds.

When they encountered the two mysterious patterns, it was like a rushing river finally merging into the sea. In the rapid changes, they gradually became one, inseparable, and drew two vague Taoist characters "Deyou".

In the black light, the soil began to wriggle under the influence of the changes in the restrictions, first pulled into a human figure about an inch long, and then the face became clear, the eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as Shi Xuan, and the breath was exactly the same.

Seeing the glimmer subside and the black statue of An Ning Hou De stabilized, Shi Xuan felt a little happy. After more than 700 years of deduction, countless failed attempts, and consuming a lot of materials, he finally figured out the refining method and forbidden talismans of the fourth-level Yin De secret treasure, and succeeded in refining it.

"Fortunately, some materials can be replaced by Yin things of the same nature, otherwise it would be really helpless." Shi Xuan looked back on the past 700 years and felt that it was really difficult, especially in the initial stage, even if he worked hard to deduce, it would be difficult to make any progress.

Fortunately, there was another secret treasure refining method as a reference. With the perfection of the eighteen-layer treasure ban of the Tai Chi diagram nearly four hundred years ago, and the cultivation of the innate Bagua to the fourth level more than one hundred and ninety years ago, the deduction began to become smooth, and some of the places that could not be deduced were almost exhausted through experiments. After the first drop of rootless water and the first snowflake exchanged for a large amount of natural treasures, the first year before going to the Imperial Palace was finally completed.

"Let's call this secret treasure 'Yin De Human Statue'." Shi Xuan has never had any talent for naming. He just gave a general name to the first fourth-level secret treasure he created on the road of cultivation that was different from his predecessors, and then invaded his mind into it to see if there were any omissions that he had not noticed before, "Huh, what is this?!"

After a while, Shi Xuan withdrew his mind thoughtfully, feeling a little bit amused. It was really a long journey to find something, but it was easy to get it. If he had not made a causal oath, everything would be much simpler.

After more than 700 years of hard practice, all of Shi Xuan's immortal arts, whether it was the Six Paths of Reincarnation or the Book of Cause and Effect, have been advanced to the fourth level, and he has finally become a genuine Three Tribulations Yang God, not just relying on one or two immortal arts and magic weapons.

The Four Symbols World-Destroying Sword and the Five Elements Immortal-Destroying Sword each need about 200 or 300 years to cross the level.

Unfortunately, due to the suppression of the Nine Netherworld, Shi Xuan's Yin-Yang Mixed Hole Divine Light failed to reach the fifth level as he wished. Not only that, but he did not even touch the essence of the Yin-Yang Great Dao. According to the normal progress of cultivation, it would take 840 years to cultivate the Yin-Yang Mixed Hole Divine Light of the fifth level of immortal arts. After practicing for more than 700 years, he should have begun to try to touch the Yin-Yang Great Dao.

Shi Xuan clearly felt that he was only a thin layer of window paper away from the Yin-Yang Great Dao, but other great Daos except the Way of Life and Death were weak and difficult to find. No matter how much he realized, he could only linger on the edge. He spent ten times the hard work but did not get a single point of gain. This was the first time since he started practicing that Shi Xuan felt that he had power but nowhere to use it. Fortunately, Shi Xuan's mind had been tempered many times and was very clear. He was soon relieved. If ten times was not enough, then he would realize it a hundred times or a thousand times.

"If there is another sixty years, it should be complete." Shi Xuan was not depressed, nor did he complain about the lack of time and the poor environment. "These seven hundred years of seclusion are really both gains and losses. The four hundred years of the Yin De statue and the Tai Chi diagram are the most valuable."

In the following year, Shi Xuan's cultivation returned to normal and adjusted his state of mind.

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Dongdongdong, a sound similar to knocking on the door suddenly sounded on the formation arranged by Shi Xuan, with a bright and crisp rhythm.

Shi Xuan straightened his clothes, his heart was solemn, but his expression was relaxed and indifferent, and he removed the formation with a wave of his hand.

As expected, the person standing outside the formation was a middle-aged scholar, the Mangshan Ghost King with black double horns on his head. He smiled and tapped the outer edge of the formation with his fingers, looking leisurely and contented.

Seeing Shi Xuan remove the formation, he chuckled and said, "It's a good time to tour the imperial palace at night. Please come in, fellow Daoist Shi." The literary look made Shi Xuan a little uncomfortable.

Standing behind him was the eyeless Blind Crow in a black robe. He was neither cold nor indifferent to Shi Xuan and bowed slightly as a greeting. Apart from him, there was no one else around. It seemed that this time the Ghost King of Mangshan was only going to send Shi Xuan and Blind Crow into the Imperial Palace.

"Please, Mr. Gui." Shi Xuan didn't say much. The matter had come to this point, and it was useless to say more. They all relied on their own methods.

Mangshan Ghost Lord smiled and stroked his palms: "I am happy, Fellow Taoist Stone." Then he walked out of the side hall first and got on the black chariot pulled by nine Yin Qi dragons. His face was hidden behind the curtain, while the blind crow sat on the driver's seat and drove Nine dragons of Yin energy arise.

"In order to prevent the other three from becoming suspicious, I have wronged fellow Taoist Shi." Mangshan Ghost Lord said with a gentle nod.

Shi Xuan stepped up to Luan Jia, stood next to Blind Crow, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

Black mist filled the air, and dark clouds formed under the feet of the nine Yin Qi dragons, rising into the sky and flying towards the Zuo Shenggui Capital.

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The sky in Jiuyou Great World is always so dark and lifeless, but the dark clouds are still particularly conspicuous. The ghosts in the Zuo Sheng Ghost City have long been accustomed to strange things. For ghosts with long lifespans, more than a thousand I've been coming here regularly every year, so I'm really used to it. Anyway, it's not close to the imperial palace within a radius of more than 100,000 miles.

Zuo Sheng Emperor's Palace is underground, hundreds of thousands of feet lower than the water surface of Huangquan. It is surrounded by black air, and the palaces and pavilions are looming, continuous and solemn.

The nine Yin Qi dragons pulling Mangshan Ghost Lord, Shi Xuan, and Blind Crow did not fly down, but lingered in the sky north of the Zuo Sheng Emperor Palace, waiting for the arrival of the other three Ghost Lords.

The giant spirit ghost king in the Zuo Sheng Emperor Palace seemed to be afraid of being lured out of the cave, and ignored Jiulong Luanjia. After all, his current strength could not kill the Mangshan ghost king in a short time.

Not long after, a black cloud of deathly energy, a cloud made of ink and thunder, and a piece of gloomy green light came from three other directions, covering the sky and the earth, approaching quickly and menacingly.

"Old ghost Mangshan, you came quite early. Aren't you afraid that the giant spirit ghost will take the opportunity to kill you?" A gloomy voice came from the black cloud of death. He did not show his body, and could only be seen roughly. There is a huge ghost in the black cloud, not humanoid, but like a giant turtle. There are three human figures standing on the turtle, standing next to a lying figure. Shi Xuan judged from the direction it came from and the conspicuous giant turtle that this person should be the Soul-Eating Ghost King, whose real name was unknown.

Mangshan Ghost Lord smiled softly and said: "Girl Ghost Lord is so powerful, how could he let you three take advantage for a little person like me?"

Among the clouds of thunder and lightning is a huge, pitch-black ghost with one horn. It looks ordinary and has black-faced fangs. It can be seen everywhere. It is carrying a huge fang stick and has a terrifying aura. It is Gu Luo, the ghost of Dangshan, beside him. There was only one kid with a rotten face, his expression was gloomy and spiteful, but his eyes were clear. Obviously, the feeling of resentment came from his special technique.

"Old Ghost of Mangshan, this Sanjie Master next to you doesn't look like your disciple?!" Dangshan Ghost Jun Guluo's voice sounded like thunder. I didn't expect that he was so attentive and discovered the clues right away.

Shi Xuan's soul immediately felt tremendous pressure and penetration. He actually started to search the soul directly. It was really simple and crude, without any hesitation. It seemed that he didn't take Shi Xuan, a small Three Tribulation Master, in his eyes at all.

The Tai Chi diagram in Shi Xuan's body turned into a golden bridge on the other side and when pressed, the soul-searching power suddenly came to a standstill, and then the green light shone, protecting Shi Xuan behind it. It was Mangshan Ghost Lord's rescue that arrived in time.

Mangshan Ghost Lord's expression remained unchanged, but he was extremely angry in his heart. He knew that Gu Luo had always used a rough and reckless image to cover up the calculations behind him. Just now, he obviously smelled a little secret from Shi Xuan's strangeness, and then there was no He attacked at any sign or hesitation, catching himself off guard.

I really didn't expect him to be so fast and so direct. If Shi Xuan's own strength was not extraordinary, I was afraid that it would be a bad start. Without exposing his trump card, the four of them could join forces to entangle the giant spirit ghost king. , he could only smile but said: "Fellow Daoist Shi is a real person who practices the ghost path. I met him more than 700 years ago. Don't worry about me, Mr. Dangshan Ghost."

Yinbixiaguang came nearby at this time. Inside was a pale and gloomy sedan. There were four men in mourning clothes carrying the sedan. The people in the sedan did not show up and had no time to speak, because as the four ghost kings gathered, the people below There have been changes in Zuo Shengdi Palace.

As the black energy rolled violently, a ghost figure quickly grew in size. In an instant, it was tens of thousands of feet high. It looked like the sky and the earth. The black armor was extremely heavy, and its face was hidden behind the helmet, giving people a majestic and heavy feeling.

As he approached, the space and spiritual energy all showed signs of tearing apart. Even if his strength dropped to the lowest point, the giant spirit ghost king took the initiative without any fear or hesitation.