Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 371
"The Sutra of Jidu Blood Lake is divided into two parts, the Sutra and the Zijing!"

Seeing Mo Chuan take over the fragments of the remnant soul, Zuoqiu Yao heaved a sigh of relief, and hit the rails while it was hot:

"There is no essential difference in the power of the two classics. The only difference is that the introduction to the Zijing needs to be enlightened by the scriptures. From then on, the blood of the practitioners of the Zijing will be the blood of the person enlightened by the scriptures."

"If necessary, the practitioners of the Sutra can deprive all the blood of the practitioners of the Zijing at any time."

"If you use this method to establish a sect, you will gather the power of the entire sect and return it to yourself. It seems that the Great God of Blood Lake is so cultivated because of this heaven-defying method!"

Hearing this, Mo Chuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

There is no need for Zuo Qiuyao to describe it deliberately, the horror of this technique is already clearly revealed.

"Have you practiced this scripture?"

"nature."

"In this case, why did Zuoqiu Zongyan dare to betray? Don't tell me, this is the deep love between father and son."

Mo Chuan had a half-smile on his face.

"The Sutra of Jidu Blood Lake is after all the Spiritual Dao Kung Fu! When that evil animal stabbed me with the back, it used all the supernatural powers of the Yuan Qi Dao. If the king guessed correctly, he should use the secret method to seize it and re-cultivate it. Cultivate the Dao of Yuan Qi all over the body, and avoid the constraints of the scriptures."

Mo Chuan was expressionless when he heard the words, and read the scriptures of Jidu Blood Lake.

He said for a long time: "If the poor Taoists turn to the Sutra of Jidu Xuehu Lake, would you like to practice the Sutra of Zizi?"

Zuoqiu Yao's face was calm, his eyes concealed venom, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "This king is willing."

Mo Chuan nodded lightly when he heard the words, and said casually: "Fellow Daoist agreed so easily, I'm afraid it wasn't a civet cat for the prince, the scriptures became the scriptures, and the scriptures were taken as the scriptures, and lies to deceive the poor Taoist?"

Zuoqiu Yao was stunned: "This king is willing to swear by the Dao..."

"Go to hell and swear!"

Mo Chuan raised his hand suddenly, with five fingers like a dragon, he clasped Zuoqiu Yaotian's spirit cap, and the soul searching technique spewed out.

"Curse to kill—"

Zuoqiu Yao was attacked hastily, he was frightened and angry, but suddenly mustered all the strength in his body, and cast the secret spell of cursed soul.

However, no matter how mysterious the supernatural power is, without the support of Lingyuan, it will be powerless after all.

As soon as the supernatural power fell, his consciousness was instantly stirred into a ball of mud, and countless memory fragments rolled up and poured into Mo Chuan's mind.

It took a while before Mo Chuan let out a long breath.

Finally digested Zuoqiu Yao's complex and cumbersome fragmented memories.

Probably because of the question, Zuo Qiuyao's memory of the Sutra of Jidu Blood Lake is quite clear.

Although most of them are fragments, it is enough to sort out the difference between Zhenjing and Zijing.

"You didn't cheat? You're smart. It's a pity that you don't cheat, and the poor are afraid of the blood lake god!"

Mo Chuan shook his head and sighed.

Helped to read the Blood Lake scriptures, even if he was killed, he would not be able to practice.

Not only because this method violates his Dao heart;
It is also because he suspects that the so-called "truth" may also be the "zijing" deliberately left by the blood lake god.

This kind of practice that wantonly uses others as the accumulation of cultivation, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be reduced to the accumulation of higher-level power in the end.

To be on the safe side, not touching is the kingly way.

However, the use of blood in this method is quite subtle, and it may be possible to understand a thing or two.

In particular, the supernatural power of dripping blood, which is somewhat similar to the way of destroying swords and soldiers in Mingqing Palace.

It is worth mentioning that Zuoqiu Zongyan's future troubles that Mo Chuan was most worried about should no longer exist.

Jidu Blood Lake is really overbearing.

Once you practice, it doesn't mean that you can resolve it by switching to other methods.

If you want to avoid future troubles forever, you can only be exempted by completely replacing your flesh and blood.

Then seizing the house and rebuilding it will be one of the few ways.

Therefore, Zuoqiu Zongyan mostly seized the house and rebuilt it.

And because the spiritual energy was completely exhausted, he had to switch to the Tao of Yuan Qi.

Although the world is recovering now, but with the current concentration of spirit energy, even if he rebuilds the scriptures of Jidu Blood Lake, he still can't achieve the state of concentrating his mind with a drop of blood.

So he was dead.

Mo Chuan watched him faint with his own eyes.

"Now that Zuoqiu and his son are dead, the Riqing Sect can be regarded as completely wiped out."

"I just need to wait patiently for a period of time before I can extract the remaining secret keys of the cave and take full control of the Xuling cave."

"The only remaining hidden danger is the blood moon."

"This thing is too dangerous, if we deal with it rashly, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating, so let's observe it for a while, if it's really not good, find an excuse and give it to Wuyue Mountain to deal with it."

Mo Chuan pondered for a moment, then left the Taoist furnace and returned to Xuling Cave.

Generally speaking, with the death of the holder of the secret key of the cave, the secret key of the cave will dissipate by itself, and then re-condense in the cave.

This process can be as short as three to five months, and as long as one or two years.

The Xuling Cave is a small cave, so it shouldn't take too long to gather together.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, it is better to pick them as soon as possible.

——This is also one of the fundamental reasons why Mo Chuan hastily killed Zuoqiu Yao.

……

After returning to Xuling Cave, Mo Chuan intentionally placed several Tianchi in the cave, as suspicious tombs, to attract possible intruders.

I hide under the thousand-foot-thick soil of the cave, waiting for the remaining secret keys of the cave to gather, while silently comprehending the Taoism.

Especially the supernatural power of [Disha·Jingzhang] obtained from Tiangan Guoshi.

With the help of Leu Jin Tong, it only took him one night to comprehend this supernatural power.

But I found that enlightenment is easy, but practice is difficult.

【Post stick】

——Using a stick to replace the shape, the disease is transferred.

That is, this method can transfer all the negative damage of the caster to other things.

But the other thing here is not just grabbing something at random.

This thing needs to be warmed with special supernatural powers.

The longer the warming time is, the more painstaking effort is poured into it, and the better the replacement effect.

Mo Chuan has personally seen the effect of the Tiangan Guoshi using a stick to replace his body, so this technique is difficult to practice, but it has to be practiced.

……

There is no end to the mundane trivial matters, and there are many ways to enter the empty door.

During the long wait, Mo Chuan escaped into Buddhism like an old monk meditating.

The heart that has been eroded by the mortal world finally enjoys a moment of peace, and it seems to be faintly enlightened, but the desire fades away when the eyes are opened.

It is amazing that the road is hard to find.

At the same time, the world is in trouble again.

With the demise of the great scene, princes from all walks of life became kings one after another, vying for hegemony in Kyushu.

That is the desire of mortals, and also the unwillingness of monks.

Determined to measure the frontier of Fengtu by force.

As a result, the Dao of Yuan Qi in the human world flourishes.

I don't know whether it's because of fear of Dean Tianyao's deterrence, or because of Ming Chen's old-fashioned character, the major forces are quite restrained on soldiers.

They also sent monks of Yuan Qi Dao to promote clouds and rain, and to promote agriculture and mulberry.

In the precarious flames of war, Kyushu unexpectedly ushered in strange prosperity.

On August [-]th of Xinchou in the old calendar, Mo Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, his figure flickered, and his form disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already in the sky of Xuling Cave, in the empty space, a snowflake-shaped curse seal condensed out, ethereal like a mirage.

"Finally condensed."

Mo Chuan stretched out his hand to brush it, and the curse seal quickly melted on the surface of the body, fell into the soul, and merged with the secret key in the body.

"whisper--"

A sound like the whispering of a young phoenix came from every corner of the cave.

That was Xuling Dongtian's response.

(End of this chapter)