Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Zhang Jing held the treasure house of Enan in his hand and slowly walked out of the gate of the Secret Palace of the Suppressing Demon Division.

In sight.

The man before was still kneeling in front of King Li Xing's coffin, without even moving his position.

His eyes suddenly moved, and several images flashed through his mind unconsciously.

Shiwandashan, in front of the Demon Suppressing Tower, the Demon Suppressing Division...

"

His mind moved.

Zhang Jing picked up the seal with one hand, and strands of inexplicable and vast Tao Yun spread out quietly.

Immediately afterwards, the reflection of a strange river emerged from nothingness, twisting and winding in mid-air, flickering on and off, vaguely communicating with some great existence in the dark.

Time passes slowly.

"Tsk, it's so interesting. The follow-up of this world actually has something to do with me."

"It seems that there is still some cause and effect after all... Is it related to the curse before the God of Fortune fell?" There was a faint smile in the intriguing expression on Zhang Jing's face.

The reflection of the River of Life flows around.

He faintly sensed a hint of crisis, in this world, related to himself.

However, fate is unpredictable, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and behind danger there is also opportunity. The final result still depends on the means.

Think of this.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but close his eyes, and the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly surged, as if he was deducing something.

a long time.

"We seem to have met more than once, right?" His eyes fell gently on the man who was still kneeling on the ground, and Zhang Jing said in a warm voice, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

The words fell.

Han Shuihou, who was trying his best to reduce his sense of presence on the ground, was suddenly shocked.

"Reporting to your lord, this is Xiaoxiu

There was no concealment in his words, nor was there any flattery.

Han Shuihou is almost certain now.

What the royal king said before about all the kings falling and being destroyed was due to the hand of the man in front of him.

He knew very well that in the face of this kind of existence, some of his little thoughts would have no other meaning besides arousing the other party's disgust.

"What is this person calling me for? Logically speaking, as a small prince, I shouldn't be able to fall into his eyes."

Marquis Hanshui murmured in his heart.

"From now on, there will be no trace of demons and weird things will be hard to find. How will you and the other monks deal with themselves?"

A voice that was so plain that it contained no trace of emotion slowly entered his ears.

When Hanshui Hou heard this, he was suddenly startled.

yes! If there are no demons to support you, how will you practice? Are you just watching your cultivation level drop little by little, and eventually starve to death?

Especially for a prince-level monk like himself, how much support does he need?

While thinking about it, a terrible word popped out of my mind.

eat!

Yes, practitioners are originally eating demons.

But what happens when the monster disappears?

The practice that I deeply hated but had no choice about was originally just used to speed up my practice, but now it has become the only way to survive.

King Hanshui suddenly felt shuddering.

In a trance, he seemed to see an extremely terrifying and disorderly world slowly coming. No, it should be said that it has arrived now.

next moment.

As if he realized something, Han Shuihou suddenly raised his head, a ray of hope blooming in his eyes.

boom! boom! boom!

The hard stone bricks, half a foot thick and engraved with layers of patterns, were directly smashed into pieces, and a large area of ​​the ground was instantly stained with red blood.

"I hope your lord will make it clear that Xiaoxiu will go through fire and water without hesitation."

opposite.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jing couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction and said immediately:

"The way you practice in the night world has been deliberately distorted by the God of Fortune and fallen into the devil's path. The Ruhuang Stone Qi Refining Method is now taught, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth and the spirit of the earth's veins, which is the most basic peace. If you can practice it with concentration, clarify your mind and cultivate your nature. , then immortality is not far away.”

"After you have obtained the Dharma, you must preach it to all sentient beings. This may not be able to reverse the chaos of demons and demons in the underworld."

While talking.

Zhang Jing pointed a finger with one hand, and a bright yellow fairy light flashed out, and then it went straight into the center of Hanshui Hou's eyebrows.

boom--

Visualize, refine Qi, build foundation...

A massive amount of inherited information suddenly exploded in Hanshuihou's heart, like a flood that broke a bank, directly making his consciousness go blank.

Not long after.

All the inherited information was finally condensed into a nine-aperture stone figure in the depths of Hanshuihou's consciousness, revealing the mysterious artistic conception that the thick soil of the earth carries all things and accommodates all things, and is full of boundless divine power.

Vision returned to clarity.

However, Han Shuihou discovered that there was no one in front of him at this moment.

"God of Blessings, distorting the way of cultivation, and our Mingye Realm... Could it be that this existence is not from the Mingye Realm. He came here to bring order to the chaos? I'm afraid that the same is true for the existence called 'Zhu Ming' Bar."

Feeling the vast inheritance called 'Huangshi Qi Refining Method' in his mind, he secretly guessed, his eyes becoming brighter without realizing it.

If that's the case.

Why are this person and that Zhu Ming so powerful that they are beyond normal? And why did their world undergo great changes not long after these two people came to this world?

Everything can be explained.

As for the other party taking away the treasure house of disaster, it is naturally because they want to completely eliminate the legacy of the demon!

And why would all the kings be killed?

It seems that the king-level fell too deep into the devil's path and was hopeless, so for the sake of his whole life, this existence had no choice but to kill him.

"If parents love their children, they have far-reaching plans! How lucky are we, the human race of the Mingye Realm."

After Youyou sighed.

Hanshuihou once again grabbed the ground with his head and bowed heavily. When he raised his head, tears filled his eyes.

"Please rest assured, Sir, Xiaoxiu will definitely live up to your hard work and spread the Huangshi Qi Refining Technique to rectify evil and evil."

…

…

In the heart of the mountain when you came.

As Qu Junhou put the source crystal that Zhang Jing had taken into the formation eye, the originally dim teleportation formation suddenly burst into bright fairy light.

"Brother, it's time for us to leave. What are you looking at?"

Qu Junhou walked to Zhang Jing's side and followed his gaze, but found nothing, so he asked curiously.

"Oh, it's nothing. In that case, let's leave."

Zhang Jing smiled softly, turned around and walked directly into the teleportation circle without saying anything else.

See this.

Qu Junhou just thought that the other party was feeling sad about leaving the Mingye Realm, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Senior Brother Zhang Jing is a nostalgic person."

He smiled noncommittally, and then quickly followed the other party towards the teleportation circle.

Anyway, Qu Junhou had no nostalgia at all for this dark night world that he almost couldn't return to, and he even wished he could leave earlier.

Of course, this is also due to the power of the curse on his body.

Buzz!

The teleportation array trembled slightly, and the breath of void air suddenly became extremely rich.

Within the magic circle, Zhang Jing and his two figures, tightly wrapped in the colorful fairy light, began to disappear little by little.

But just before leaving.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but look outside again, his eyes filled with meaningful light.

"The Huangshi Qi Refining Method, which is pieced together by drawing on many basic cultivation methods of Taoism, can only be practiced to the realm of Dharma, but it is enough for the human race of the Netherworld."

"After all, the world here is so incomplete. No matter how the human race cultivates, the highest level can only reach the Dharma phase state. And in the Dharma phase state, no matter how much time is spent, it is absolutely impossible to create something more powerful than my innate nine-aperture stone body. A powerful method of visualization.”

"In a nutshell, if you practice spiritual practice, you must visualize my clone!"

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly burst into light.

"Isn't faith a kind of power of the mind? I just don't know if it can be received across the boundary. It's really not possible. At worst, I just come to harvest it regularly."

"Perhaps this is the correct way to use Jin Yang in mind."