Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

Eyebrows like willow leaves, eyelashes trembling slightly, nose bridge straight, vermilion lips and jade face, two similar faces are charming and delicate.

There is still a little tiredness on the face with the eyes closed, the slender jade neck has a slender and beautiful curve, and the fragrant shoulders that slightly reveal the quilt are as tender as white lotus root, and the two hairs, one white and one black, are spread on the quilt, and the two The beauty set off by women.

The person on the bed was exhausted, and he was not awakened by the sound of Du Kang getting up, so he could only put on his clothes and walked out of the room, and then closed the door tightly.

He came here on horseback a few days ago, but judging by the appearance of the two horses, Du Kang can only walk if he leaves today.

After all, no one’s horses can’t be ridden continuously during the day and night, and any horse will be exhausted. Du Kang is a horse lover. He couldn’t see such a scene, so he wanted to let the two horses rest for a while and leave alone. .

Walking in the courtyard shrouded in mist in the early morning, the courtyard of the deep house is quiet, even if there are servants of the Tao family passing by, their special soles will only make a very slight sound, and only when they pass by Du Kang, they will be respectful. He said lightly to the master, and continued to work on his own affairs after seeing that Du Kang did not give orders.

This house was naturally built by the Tao family. According to the previous agreement, it was built on a gentle foothill next to the main peak of Peach Blossom Island. With the supply of building materials, it only took a few days to build this huge courtyard.

The Tao family not only built a yard here, but also transplanted and planted various peach blossoms in the surrounding foothills within dozens of hectares, so that this peach blossom island finally lived up to its name.

The reason why Du Kang lived in the Tao family's house was naturally because his own palace hadn't been repaired yet.

In order to accommodate many huge monsters in and out in the future, his palace was designed to be extremely tall, and the construction difficulty was not comparable to that of an enlarged courtyard like the Tao Family Courtyard, and it was only half built up to now.

Taoist and Taoists are both hard-working people, so they naturally have to endure loneliness in a secret room in the mountains, but Taoist Yazi has been busy riding horses recently, and being in such a poor place is not conducive to releasing the pressure in his heart, so he shamelessly brought his horse to live in Dao My wife is here.

Needless to say, although this kind of traditional courtyard house cannot accommodate huge monsters, it is still quite comfortable to live in. Du Kang has a deep understanding of it after living in it for the past few days. , he was unwilling to leave.

Du Kang walked out along the corridor of the house, and when he reached a large courtyard in the middle of the courtyard, he saw a huge golden tripod placed in the open air. The town of the sea tripod.

Things that can be placed on the surface are naturally fake. This is just a fake tripod made of the same material by pottery. Its monstrous power, otherwise it would be impossible to shake it at all.

And the real earth-suppressing tripod is located deep in the ground of this house, in an underground rock cavity that has been imposed with forbidden escapism formations to ensure that it is foolproof.

The formation was of course arranged by the Tao family themselves, but in private, Du Kang also let the yellow-faced boy tamper with the formation. As long as there was a slight movement of the town tripod, he would know it, so as to prevent the Tao family from carrying the tripod behind their backs. road.

They kept walking all the way, but only saw groups of servants of the Tao family busy in the quiet courtyard, and did not meet any of the real masters of the Tao family, but Du Kang was also happy.

He knew that this was the reason why the Tao family avoided them on purpose. After all, he came to the Tao family with a horse, and it would be embarrassing for the two parties to meet. Du Kang is also a person who cares about face, so it is best not to meet at this time.

Walking out of the vermilion gate, there is a wide bluestone road in front of you. There are young peach trees beside the road. The peach forest is filled with thick spring fog.

Looking up at the towering peak not far away, under the cover of fog, there is a huge unfinished palace with a large number of figures clinging to it, adding bricks and tiles to it day and night. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at this behemoth makes people feel My heart is full of heavy oppression and majesty.

Looking back at the main gate of the yard, there is a red plaque with a beautiful green background hanging in the middle of the gate, with the word Taoyuan written on it, and a pair of familiar couplets are also hung on both sides of the gate.

Peach blossoms and flowing water, blessed land and caves, and the sorrows of the world are thrown away.

Summer rain and spring smoke, morning glow and sunset, the poetic feeling in the garden enters the painting.

Shrouded in this thick fog, the peaches, the road, and the courtyard are all unique, and being in them makes people feel like they are in a fairyland.

This couplet is clearly the one hung on the back door of Taoyuan in Yangchun County. At that time, Du Kang often came in and out through the back door. Now the Tao family hangs it on the front door. It is really intentional.

Du Kang stood still at the door, and a moment later, a yellow light rose from the bottom of his feet, engulfing him and disappearing here.

Although there is no horse, Du Kang still has other means of transportation. There is no need to really walk back to the mountain with his legs. The reason why he has to walk out of the gate of Taoyuan is just to avoid the formation of Taoyuan's underground banning escapism.

Under the painstaking study of the ontology, the white noodles, green noodles and yellow noodles have already been unsealed one after another. The ice seal that the ice dragon has spent hundreds of years of divinity has not been able to stump Du Kang's spiritual eyes, except for the fundamental talisman of water. Except for some changes, nothing has changed about this seal.

In the distorted yellow light and shadow, Du Kang was speeding forward through the cracks in the ground. At first, the surrounding area was mostly mud, but it soon turned into a large rock, which meant that he had come to the whole body from the soil-rich hillside. Among the mountains made of huge rocks.

Walking forward among the rocks for a while, Yazi's avatar escaped from the state of hiding in a sense of joy of seeing the sun again, and came to a secret room inside the main peak of Peach Blossom Island. The main body had been waiting for a long time.

Many bodies are concentric, and naturally no need for verbal communication. The Taoist Yazi took the Ruyi Zijin Wheel and the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Circle from the main body, and put them on his left and right wrists respectively.

Several streaks of five-element aura emerged from every corner of the secret room and flew into Taoist Yazi's chest. This time, he was going to take all the five-element demon boys with him.

There are more than 700,000 silver (more than 30 tons) piled deep in the secret room, more than 2,000 taels of gold, and some spiritual objects such as pearls and gems, all of which emit or reflect various colors of precious light. property.

Canglan City is no different from the chaotic blue sea. In the city, there are not only the weak and the strong, but also trading transactions. In the situation where force cannot be used, silver may become a weapon with decisive power.

The hand with the Yutie ring brushed over these objects, and under the spurt of demonic power, a large number of treasures were sucked into them like a bird returning to its nest, and soon there was nothing left.

Perceived that most of the three-foot-square space in Yutie's ring was filled with gold and silver, coupled with a body of magic soldiers, sufficient financial resources and force made Du Kang full of confidence.

Everything is ready, and then it is time to hit the road.

Stimulating the demon power in Yazifen's body to burn violently, a group of blue-black flames immediately emerged from the surface of his body, enveloping his entire body.

The vigorous flesh and blood and the indestructible golden steel bones all became hazy and illusory in the flames, and the original real flesh and blood began to transform into another material structure that could exist in the spirit world.

Following the induction in the dark, Yazi's avatar jumped towards the main body with a fish leap, and the tall body shrunk rapidly during the jump. When it came to the front door of the main body, Yaizu's avatar had transformed into a villain the size of a fingernail.

Like diving into the rippling eyebrows, Du Kang successfully came to the sea of ​​consciousness, and the two carriers of the same consciousness looked at each other and smiled. After that, his whole body plunged into the Yinshen of the body, and a shining golden mark disappeared.

The secret room was quiet again, and the main body took out the sword to observe the talismans on it quietly. The calligrapher with a strong fragrance all over his body sat at a desk and wrote out lines of petty small letters, and he could faintly see the words on this page. At the beginning, there is something strange about Lin Daiyu pulling up willows...

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Canglan City, it is raining lightly today.

In Xuande Square in the west of the city, in a small courtyard, Qing Dai had already shirked the affairs of the Yinlong Society yesterday, closed the door tightly, and lit sandalwood in the room. Start with a book.

The rain started last night, and it didn't stop all night long. The patter of rain hit her ears, making Qingdai feel too lazy to move, and she also had a lazy look on her face at the moment.

The demon seal on his forehead suddenly glowed bright blue, Du Kang's fingernail-sized figure spanned thousands of miles, was spit out from the blue light, and fell into Qingdai's hands.

This little Dukang grew up against the wind, and within a few breaths he returned to his normal size. Qing Dai originally held Du Kang's hand, but under the weight of his body, she now hugged him.

"As expected of a monk who majors in Yazi method, Qingdai is quite feminine, she likes to hug your lord to sleep."

After Du Kang regained consciousness, what he saw was such a scene, he immediately became playful, adjusted his posture, and lay comfortably in Qingdai's arms and said, his hands began to be dishonest.

"My lord will mess around. If I remember correctly, the only thing I promised to give to my lord was loyalty, not including my body."

Unlike Tan Hua's constant admiration and loyalty, Qing Dai, who was also bound by the slave seal, was only loyal and in awe of Du Kang from the bottom of her heart. When she sensed his movements, she quickly pulled her arms out, barefooted Jumped out of bed, clasped fists and knelt down on one knee to salute solemnly.

Qing Dai is not tall, only a little over five feet, petite, with a little baby fat on her face, she looks cute and cute, she doesn't look like a middle-level monk at all in appearance.

But at this time, her face was serious, revealing a little bit of perseverance after practicing the Jai Zi method. Du Kang hurriedly made a haha ​​after seeing it, secretly vigilant, and after several days of continuous joy, he became a little bit dissolute.

He wasn't like this before.

"Did Qingdai read a book just now? Let me see what you read."

Getting up from the bed, he took the book in Qingdai's hand, Du Kang pretended to look through it, and found that the book was full of familiar words.

After closing the book, I saw the name of "The Legend of God and Demon Shi'er Volume 7 Volume 1" on the cover.

"This is a book written by an adult. Qingdai was waiting for his arrival today, and she was fascinated by reading it for a while. The story in this book is indeed fascinating and eye-catching."

"What's more important is the various spells mentioned in the story. Although the book does not directly describe the methods of practice, many of these spells were seen by Qing Dai before. The effects of the spells described in the book are exactly the same as in reality. If you can easily understand the spells practiced by others like this, I'm afraid it will offend many people."

"Most of the stories in the stories that are circulated in the market, and the stories about monks and ghosts published are mostly people who make up and make up stories to make people who write books foolishly eat. They never dare to write about real people and real magic spells .Writing the real effect of spells into the book is a disaster, Qing Dai boldly said that the publication of this book may not go smoothly."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Du Kang listened to Qing Dai's words, and flipped through this extremely familiar story, and saw that in a book as thick as a finger, there was only a story named Nie Xiaoqian written in more than a hundred thousand words.

Among them, there are female ghosts, monsters, scholars, swordsmen, Taoist priests, monks and many other characters. They briefly describe hundreds of magic spells, strong or weak, true or false, among which there is poignant love and the morality of sacrificing one's life for righteousness. More is to write about all kinds of hypocrisy, insidiousness, cruelty and cunning shared by monsters and humans.

It is also mixed with a large number of stories about the beauty and beauty of men and women. The descriptions are vivid, penetrating, and extremely explicit. The words and sentences are extremely vulgar, and many places can even be called vulgar.

The atmosphere in this world is quite different from that of the previous life. Both mortals and monks scoff at the idea of ​​persuading people to be good. People generally believe that only the strong will win, and the weak will be defeated. Power is pure power. irrelevant.

Du Kang's content in the book, except for the flamboyant love story that is used to attract attention, the rest of the content has been changed into a story that people in this world love to hear and see, and it is a story in the real local language.

However, although the story has been greatly changed, Du Kang did not have the cheek to say that the story was created by himself, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"I didn't write this book. I just borrowed other people's stories for my own benefit."

Du Kang got up and helped Qingdai in front of him, walked a few steps towards the door, and pushed open the door of this hut, allowing the fresh air outside the door to flow into the room.

The small courtyard is not big, opening the door is a square patio with a length of one foot and a width of one foot. On the ground paved with blue bricks, spring rain falls on it, making a rustling sound like silkworms spinning silk.

There are some things that Du Kang would not say even to Qing Dai who has the seal of a slave demon.

Calligraphy possesses the power to be resurrected in people's minds after death as long as the contents of the book are still circulated in the world. Du Kang wants to become a person who will never die, so he naturally wants the stories he made up to be passed down through the ages .

But this is a world with spells and monsters. If the book I make up doesn't involve extraordinary power, even if I copy all the classic stories from the previous life that have been passed down for thousands of years, it is still just a pure story for entertainment.

People will listen to other people's stories in their spare time, and retell the stories they think are good to others, but with the passage of time, as well as disasters, deaths, and aesthetic changes in people's hearts, most of the stories are either lost due to various accidents, or because Those that do not conform to the aesthetics of the era disappear silently, and even if a small amount is handed down, they will become unrecognizable in the word of mouth.

Therefore, Du Kang had an idea before he practiced calligraphy.

Since the practice of calligraphy will turn the avatar into a god, everyone who reads the story is a pan-believer of this god, and the god has the power to directly communicate with the hearts of believers.

Why didn't Du Kang use the stories that have spread as a means of screening, choosing people who are at the bottom of the world, wanting to grasp all hope in despair, and even willing to believe in a spell in a storybook, longing for power and giving it to those who can't get it? What about the power of their spells.

Only those who have experienced despair can truly believe in a god, and then let such a person carry out the task of spreading stories, or even creating stories, which is the correct way to open the calligraphy method.

As for the spell descriptions in the book, there is no need to mention the real spells. The spells that Qingdai has never heard of are not fabricated out of thin air, but created by Du Kang after he walked on the road of talismans, combining what he practiced, what he saw, and what he thought. A series of imperfect spells.

The gods have the power to make fakes come true with the power of incense and fire. The premise is that the imaginary fakes are not too outrageous. Du Kang mixed these perfect and imperfect spells together to make more people believe in all the spells in it. They are all true, so that you can use the power of incense and fire to help you perfect your spells.

After being reminded by Qing Dai that this would not be conducive to the spread of the story, he immediately planned to erase the real spells in the book and pass it on.

After making up his mind, Du Kang turned his head to look at Qing Dai who was following him, and said.

"If you interrupted me, I almost forgot about the business. Who owns the piece of Kunlun jade you told me about?"