I just want to torture you to death, don't force me to beat you to death

"I finally came out!"

Meng He stepped out of the gap and looked at the bloody world in front of him, with excitement on his face.

After hundreds of years, he finally made it here.

If he waits another hundred years, he is afraid that his lifespan will come to an end. Fortunately, as long as he gets the opportunity this time, he will have the opportunity to break through to become a god. By then, under his leadership, Wentianmen will unify the four continents. .

Four hundred years ago, he was still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but he was already preparing to become a god.

If you really wait until the late Nascent Soul stage to start preparing to transform into a god, the possibility of transforming into a god would be negligible.

Only by starting in the mid-term can it be possible to break through the Nascent Soul and step into the realm of divine transformation.

To this end, he searched for many secret places and discovered many distant mysteries, and finally he discovered a place where there might be an opportunity to become a god.

Soul Island.

It is a well-known fact that the land of Soul Continent is not conducive to cultivation, but no one can explain why it is not conducive to cultivation.

By chance, he discovered from the tomb of a strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage thousands of years ago that there was an energy in the Soul Continent that swallowed the soul, which was probably related to the legendary soul cultivation.

Soul repair.

A kind of monk who practices differently from ordinary people.

It is very likely that the bodies of soul cultivators at the level of gods are buried in the Soul Continent.

The senior's notes in the ruins have recorded it. If there is a chance to enter the corpse of this soul cultivator, it is possible to get the opportunity to transform into a god.

Although it is only possible, for Meng He, this is enough.

If you want to become a god, you cannot let go of any possibility.

For this reason, he spent decades learning about Hunzhou, and finally he found the place where the body of the soul cultivator was buried.

He couldn't enter the burial ground alone, so he found five Nascent Soul experts to come with him.

Everyone agreed to break the formation first, and as for the opportunity to transform into a god, it would all depend on their own abilities.

Such cooperation abounds in monastic circles.

But what they didn't expect was that the five of them entered the soul cultivator's burial ground and encountered a crisis. Two of them died here, but the only three of them who were left could not activate the formation and could not leave. Trapped here.

Meng He's eyes were attracted by a blood-colored bead in front of him.

This bloody bead is extremely dazzling even in a bloody world.

One glance gives people the feeling that it is the master of this world.

"Soul Bead."

Meng He had a look of greed in his eyes, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the bloody bead.

Hundreds of years of expectation will come true today.

At the same time, Meng He was on full alert to prevent others from coming in to compete with him, and to prevent other traps.

It wasn't until his hand touched the red bead that Meng He let go of his guard, with a happy look on his face.

But the next moment, the joy on Meng He's face froze.

"So that's it."

After a while, Meng He smiled bitterly, his happy expression turned into a desolate look, and his figure slowly twisted, turning into a black smoke and floating into the blood-red beads.

As the blood-red beads floated into Meng He's body, another Nascent Soul powerhouse also appeared.

Like Meng He, this person saw the blood-red bead with a look of ecstasy in his eyes, and immediately moved towards the blood-red bead.

Then, it was the same as Meng He, but the difference was that the expression on this man's face was one of unwillingness and anger.

The third place is still the same.

Until finally Zenyi came in.

"Amitabha, illusion and illusion, truth and falsehood, the dead and the afterlife...all because they cannot let go."

Monk Zenyi looked at the blood-red bead. He did not immediately rush over to get the blood-red bead like Meng He and the other three. Instead, he sighed slightly.

"Donor, why are you so stubborn? Since you are dead, let's let go of your obsession."

As Monk Zenyi finished speaking, Tu Wang's figure appeared in the bloody world. At this moment, Tu Wang looked indifferent and his eyes were cold, like a beast that had been dormant for many years.

"You are a mysterious monk." Tu Wang looked at Zen Yi and said, "If you leave now, I won't embarrass you."

"Amitabha."

Chanyi recited a Buddha's name: "The young monk came here this time because he realized that there was too much resentment here, so he came here to save it."

"The realm?" Tu Wang seemed to have discovered something: "Are you not from this realm? Are you from the Buddha realm?"

When he mentioned the Buddha Realm, Tu Wang had a look of fear on his face, but then he returned to his original state: "Even if it comes from the Buddha Realm, so what, this is not a Buddha Realm, and there is no blessing from the Buddha's power."

"There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, but when you turn around, you will find another shore. Donor, don't worry about it."

"I have a smooth road ahead of me. Where is the sea of ​​suffering? If you don't want to leave, then stay."

Tu Wang raised his hand, and the entire bloody world began to change, turning into a sea of ​​blood, instantly sweeping Zen Yi into it.

However, within the sea of ​​blood, there was golden light that filled the air, piercing the sea of ​​blood like a sharp sword.

When Zen raised his head, the alms bowl was suspended there. No matter how the sea of ​​blood beat and swallowed it, it could not be shaken at all.

When Tu Wang saw this scene, his expression became extremely ugly.

He could do nothing to the monk.

This alms bowl is definitely a treasure of Buddhism.

"Monk, if you want to stay here, you can stay here. I won't accompany you anymore."

Tu Wang reached out and made a move, and the blood-red bead flew towards him. Upon seeing this, Zen recited a Buddha's name, and a golden talisman flew out of the alms bowl.

The talisman appeared and burst into golden light, directly illuminating the entire bloody world.

The sea of ​​blood recedes.

A golden light fell on the red bead.

No matter how Tu Wang stretched out his hand, the red bead remained motionless.

"Buddha's light shines everywhere. You are not from the Buddha realm. You are from the upper realm. This is impossible. It is impossible for someone from the upper realm to come to this realm...I understand."

Tu Wang seemed to have figured it out, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Let me see how long you can stop him."

Zenyi didn't respond. He had already used all his cards, and now he could only rely on Donor Ji for everything.

Above the blood-red world.

Chu Ning was sitting there cross-legged, and the middle-aged scholar was standing on one side. In front of Chu Ning, there was an endless queue.

Each soul stood there.

To be precise, it is the obsession of the soul.

Butcher, farmer, child, scholar...

These soul obsessions entered Chu Ning's body one after another.

"Those damn bandits are them. They killed me and robbed me of fifty coins. They have no money to buy cloth for my wife and children. How are they going to survive this winter?"

In the darkness, Chu Ning watched the figure of a butcher slowly appear.

The butcher was full of anger and had a long knife stuck in his chest.

Chu Ning was silent, sitting cross-legged in front of him. Below Chu Ning, there was a mountain peak.

When the butcher came forward, the green hills below trembled.

The anger on the butcher's face disappeared, and he bowed deeply to Chu Ning: "Thank you, sir, for avenging the villain."

The butcher's figure disappeared and turned into a red light, falling on the mountain peak.

Then the second person and the third person appeared.

These obsessions of the dead souls were turned into the power of the soul cultivator long before the soul cultivator completed the unfinished obsessions for them.

But as the soul cultivator died, under the control of evil thoughts, these obsessions revived again.

What Chu Ning has to do is let go of these obsessions again.

The Immovable Mountain Technique can do this. ,

Traffickers and pawns, princes and nobles...

All kinds of people, ordinary people at the bottom, powerful people among ordinary people, monks at the bottom...

The mountain peaks are shining with more and more soul light.

At this moment, in the bloody world, the red bead fixed by the golden light was obviously dimmed.

The obsession of the soul continues.

At the back, monks began to appear.

Qi condensing monks, foundation building monks, golden elixir monks...

"This is where?"

An old man appeared in front of Chu Ning. When the old man saw Chu Ning sitting on the mountain peak, he was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's ridiculous. I died three hundred years ago, and yet I'm still obsessed with him."

The old man woke up automatically without Chu Ning taking action.

"Senior already knows, please rest in peace."

Chu Ning spoke, and among the information the scholar conveyed to his mind, there was the old man in front of him.

The old man and the other four people came here four hundred years ago, but unfortunately they all died at the hands of evil thoughts.

The evil thoughts deliberately retained the obsession of the three people, just to cultivate these three people.

The obsession of a strong Nascent Soul is a great tonic for evil thoughts. The stronger it is cultivated, the greater the final benefit will be.

"There is no such thing as Meng He who is lucky enough to survive and become a god. He is just an unwilling obsession."

Meng He sighed self-deprecatingly and looked at Chu Ning: "Are you from the Four Continents?"

"Yes." Chu Ning nodded and admitted.

"I have two obsessions, one is to transform into gods, and the other is to sect. In order to transform into gods, I abandoned the sect. I am ashamed of my master and ashamed of the ancestors of all generations. Please give me a message for my son."

"Senior, please tell me."

"The extremely cold ice was stored under the ancient warehouse tree by me."

The words were a bit vague, but Chu Ning could understand that it should be a secret message.

"Senior is from that sect, who is his son?"

Chu Ning didn't talk about what benefits he could gain. His purpose here was to let all these soul obsessions rest. If he wanted to let the other party rest, he must satisfy the other party's obsessions.

"I, Meng He, come from Wentianmen, and my son is Meng Yang."

"Ask Meng Yang, the leader of Tianmen?"

Chu Ning was a little shocked. Of the four sects in the four continents, he only knew more about Xiyue Sect, but he still knew the names of the sect leaders of the other three sects.

The leader of Wentianmen is named Meng Yang.

There can be no coincidence of having the same name and surname.

"My son is already the master of the sect?" Meng He was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly with satisfaction: "This way I will have no obsession."

Meng He strode towards the mountain peak. Unlike other souls, he landed on the mountain peak and directly illuminated an area of ​​​​the mountain peak.

"This Nascent Soul strongman is the sect leader of Wentian Sect, so there are two left. They cannot be seniors from other sects."

Chu Ning's eyes were full of expectation, and soon a middle-aged woman with a beautiful appearance appeared in front.

Like Meng He, the woman's eyes regained clarity the moment she saw Chu Ning.

But the woman didn't say anything and walked directly towards Qingshan.

This woman's only obsession is to become a god.

Now that I know that I am dead, I have no last words.

The last Nascent Soul cultivator appeared. He was an old man. When he saw the mountain below Chu Ning, he sighed heavily.

"I didn't expect that there are still disciples of the Shan Sect in the world."

"Senior, do you have any wishes?" Chu Ning asked proactively.

"After four hundred years of vicissitudes, any obsession is gone."

"Then please rest in peace, senior."

Chu Ning made a gesture of invitation, and the old man smiled reluctantly, and finally flew to the mountain.

The old man entered the mountain with obsession, and another figure appeared in the darkness ahead. This time it was not one person, but thousands.

Seeing these thousands of figures, especially the one who walked to the front, there was a look of confusion on his face.

"Senior, what is this?"

Standing at the forefront of these thousands of children was the scholar Ziliang.

"Kind thoughts are also obsessions. It's time for Ziliang to rest in peace today."

The scholar smiled slightly at Chu Ning and floated towards the mountain.

"Senior, are these kids obsessed?" Chu Ning shouted quickly.

"Ziliang's heart can't handle it, but Shanzi can handle it on his own."

The scholar entered the mountain and lit up most of the mountain.

Chu Ning looked at the children in front of him, and he knew why Senior Ziliang wanted him to deal with it.

Senior Ziliang is the kind thought of Senior Hunxiu.

These children had their souls extracted and refined into soul pills, and their obsession was revenge, which conflicted with the kindness of senior Ziliang.

Chu Ning did not hesitate, or even think about it, and said directly: "I swear that if I am strong enough, I will avenge you and make Xuantian Sect pay for your blood debt."

In Chu Ning's heart, these words were not meant to deceive these obsessions.

He already had a grudge against the Xuantian Sect. If he was strong enough, he would attack the Xuantian Sect as soon as possible.

Thousands of children bowed to Chu Ning and walked silently towards the green hills, lighting up the green hills like lights.

As all the obsessions of the souls were sent up the mountain, in the bloody world below, green mountains suddenly appeared, and the overwhelming force of Mount Tai hit Tu Wang.

Tu Wang's expression changed and he was about to run away, but Monk Zenyi seemed to have expected a scene. The alms bowl suspended above his head suddenly disappeared and appeared above Tu Wang's head.

"Certainly!"

Monk Zenyi said "Single", and Tu Wang's expression became horrified because he was imprisoned.

The green mountain instantly pressed down and crashed into the sea of ​​blood.

Seeing this scene, monk Zenyi showed a smile on his face, but then his expression changed: "Amitabha, donor Ji, quickly put away the green mountains and let the young monk take back the alms bowl."

"What's wrong?"

Chu Ning looked at Zen Yi with some confusion.

"Amitabha, the young monk has just used power that he shouldn't have used. If there is no alms bowl to cover his breath, it will be reported out of here."

Zen Yi looked unusually anxious. Chu Ning nodded: "So that's it. Okay, I'll take it back right now."

Chu Ning formed a seal with his hands. After a few breaths, Qingshan emerged from the sea of ​​blood, but not very fast. At the same time, a force that made Chu Ning feel palpitated suddenly appeared in the world.

"Donor Ji, it's too late!"

"It's almost time. Master Zenyi, wait a moment."

Zenyi:......

Zen saw that this benefactor Ji did it on purpose.

"Donor Ji, you are the most shameless disciple of the Shan Sect that I have ever seen."

Looking at Zen Yi who had disappeared, Chu Ning curled his lips, how misunderstood the world was about him.

"receive!"

With a slight thought, the mountain peak instantly flew back to Chu Ning's Dantian, and at the same time, the alms bowl appeared in Chu Ning's hand.

"Put it away first and study it slowly."

Chu Ning put the alms bowl into the storage bag. Chu Ning's eyes sparkled: "With so many soul beads, combined with the golden elixir Dao fruit, it should be enough for me to form an elixir."

After receiving information from scholar Ziliang, Chu Ning already knew that those red beads were called soul beads, and soul cultivators acquired obsessions and condensed them into soul beads to increase their strength.

Soul cultivators can absorb it, and so can he.

"No powerful Nascent Soul can come in here. It is best to form pills here."

Chu Ning was suspended in the air with his legs crossed, holding the Foundation Establishment Dao Fruit in his left hand, and filled up the nine spiritual springs first.

Seven days later.

In Chu Ning's Dantian, the nine spiritual springs were all overflowing, and powerful spiritual power continued to spread from his body in all directions.

"The time has come to form the elixir."

With a whisper, Chu Ning changed from a sitting position to a standing position. With a raise of his right hand, the puppet flew out of the storage bag and stood around him to protect him.

Chu Ning's left hand was replaced by the Golden Pill Dao Fruit, and her right hand was holding the Soul Pearl.

There are tens of thousands of soul beads on the mountain peak in his Dantian.

Whenever a quarter of an hour passed and the soul beads in Chu Ning's hand were exhausted, there would be a flash of light on the mountain peak, and another soul bead would appear in his hand.

One, two...

One hundred, two hundred...

The number of soul beads was decreasing rapidly, but the volume of the Golden Elixir Dao Fruit was not decreasing rapidly. In Chu Ning's Dantian, the nine spiritual springs began to merge at this moment.

Nine spiritual springs merged into one.

The only existing huge spiritual spring was shrinking in size at this moment, but the spiritual liquid in the spiritual spring did not decrease, but began to squeeze slowly.

Form pills.

That is when the spiritual liquid is compressed to the limit and changes from liquid to solid.

A golden elixir hangs in the dantian.

That means the elixir formation is successful.

After Chu Ning learned about the process of forming pills, her first thought was, isn't this just a chemical change?

The spiritual liquid is compressed and paired with the divine soul.

A chemical reaction occurs between the two materials.

The most difficult part of forming a pill is the compression of the spiritual liquid.

The spiritual liquid in Chu Ning's nine spiritual springs is much more than that of ordinary monks, and it is even more difficult to compress it.

Every time the area of ​​the spiritual spring decreases and the spiritual fluid in the spiritual spring is about to collapse, a force will appear to pull back the collapsed spiritual fluid.

This power comes from the Golden Pill Dao Fruit and the Soul Bead.

One day, two days...

One month, two months, three months...

Half a year later, the spiritual spring in Chu Ning's dantian had been compressed to the size of a fist, and at this moment, the spiritual fluid in the spiritual spring turned golden yellow due to the extreme compression.

"burst!"

Chu Ning, who was standing in the air, shouted softly, and the golden elixir Dao Fruit in his right hand, which was only the size of a peach core, disappeared.

In the dantian, the spiritual spring suddenly dissipated.

The spiritual liquid in the spiritual spring exploded at this moment.

The spiritual liquid exploded, revealing a golden particle as small as sand.

This is the golden elixir.

But the golden elixir at this moment is not stable and will dissipate at any time like grains of sand.

At this moment, many soul beads on the mountain peaks in Dantian suddenly heard the call to charge and rushed towards this golden sand crazily.

One, two...

With the influx of soul beads, the size of the golden sand gradually increased, and some mysterious lines slowly appeared on it.

Golden elixir has properties.

A strong person using the golden elixir determines the attributes of the subsequent exercises based on the properties of the golden elixir.

These lines gradually became larger as the golden elixir grew, and did not stop until the golden elixir stopped growing in size, but the color appeared.

green.

Belongs to wood.