Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 340 Breaking Through the Fourth Realm

Gu Xu had guessed a long time ago that the "Longevity Sect" and the practice method of the Zhao family in Youzhou had the same origin in essence, and there was an extremely close connection.

Even the gods they believe in are named after "fire", and none of them are immortals like "God" who look down on all living beings, but mortals who have achieved success in cultivation, which can be described as quite "down-to-earth".

But today, in the process of assisting Zhao Yan to awaken the power of blood with the help of the "Huilu" rune and the improved "Red Flame True Art", he deeply realized this point.

"Kamma Sutra" and "Nirvana Sutra" are like two fragments of the same way. The former takes "hell karma" as the key and focuses on "cleansing one's own sins, realizing the soul's detachment and immortality of the body", while the latter Taking "Phoenix" as the image, it emphasizes "resurrecting from the ashes, becoming stronger and more beautiful".

The two have many similarities and can complement each other in many places.

"Then what do they have in common?" Gu Xu thought silently, "If I extract the essence of them and integrate them, can I make my "Red Flame Secret Art" a higher level? "

He thought for a moment, and soon got the answer——

That is "power", "transformation" and "subversion".

Thinking of this, he made a decisive decision, and based on his new understanding, he began to revise the scriptures of "Red Flame True Art" again.

If there are high-level monks by his side at this time, they will definitely be surprised by what he does-because in the scriptures he rewritten, there is already a breath of the meaning of the Dao, and this is usually only a sage. Only those who can do it.

It can be said that the current "Chi Yan Zhen Jue" is very close to the real top-grade exercises.And because it was rewritten by Gu Xu himself, rather than directly copying the exercises created by others, it has a high degree of compatibility with him, and the improvement of his practice efficiency is even better than most top-grade exercises.

Gu Xu felt that if one day in the future, he could completely digest the profound meaning of the Dao, then he would not be far from the realm of a saint.

If Gu Xu's experience at this time can be described as "enlightenment", then Zhao Yan's feelings can be described as "cutting the bones and washing the marrow".

The heat flowed from the palm of her hand, along her meridians, and flowed through Queqiao, Jianggong, Huangting, Mingtang and many other acupoints, and the breath of true energy penetrated through it, making her shiver uncontrollably.

She felt that there seemed to be a secret treasure buried deep in her body, which she had never discovered before.But today, this treasure was dug out from the ground and quietly opened by an invisible key, and the power inside poured out, making her feel unprecedentedly powerful.

In addition to power, there are also countless messy memory fragments pouring into her mind-the content of these memories is quite similar to the phantoms that appeared during her cultivation.

She saw the familiar black wasteland, the dense bones lying at her feet, and heard the whistling wind and the creepy howling of ghosts and wolves.

"Master, do you really want to leave?" She heard her own small and distant voice say so, and there was a bit of crying in the voice.

Then she heard a man sigh softly: "Yes. After I leave today, I should never come back. So you have to be strong to protect everyone."

Most of Zhao Yan's martial arts were taught by her parents and instructor Cai, and some of them were learned by herself from books.She has never specifically worshiped a teacher, let alone called anyone "Master".

But for some reason, the voice of this man she called "Master" made her feel inexplicably familiar.

"Could it be that this is the legendary past life memory?" She secretly speculated, "Could it be that I'm really the reincarnation of the 'Saint' they call?
"If I was really a 'Saint' in my previous life, then this 'Master'...could it be the legendary 'Vulcan' deity?"

While thinking about the problem, Zhao Yan tried hard to adapt to the changes in the power in her body.

In an instant, a pair of dazzling wings spread out behind her.

Each feather is condensed by flames, the lines are extremely clear, and it glows with red, orange, and yellow colors.

The temperature in the room rose sharply, and the candlelight was eclipsed in front of the pair of fire wings.The dust in the air reflected the firelight, floating slowly around her, like thousands of newborn fireflies.

Zhao Yan opened her eyes.

At this moment, her pupils were no longer dark black, but brilliant golden.

"Is this the real power of the 'flame spirit body'?" She took a deep breath and sighed silently in her heart.

She felt that she had already stood at the pinnacle of the fifth realm, and even had the strength to fight against ordinary sixth realm monks.If you go to challenge the eldest prince Xiao Shangyuan now, it's really hard to say the outcome.

Then her eyes fell on Gu Xu.

The boy in front of him was still immersed in the world of practice.She could see the tiny beads of sweat on his cheeks, shining softly under the reflection of the flame wings.

She couldn't help sighing that the gods must have been eccentric when they created the human race—Gu Xu's face with regular features and no flaws must be a work of art that he painstakingly fabricated; Mud thrown on the ground.

"He's really like a mystery," she thought, "not only can he slightly beat me in a one-on-one duel at the same level, but he can also act as a humanoid 'flint' to help me awaken the power of my bloodline.

"If I am really the reincarnation of 'Huangnu', then who is he? How can he master the law of fire that is so close to the essence?"

Zhao Yan couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, she thought of the man in Tsing Yi she met in Daguguan lava cave not long ago - he once absorbed all the research in Dihe and destroyed one of her cultivation treasures.

"That person...could it be Gu Xu?" She guessed.

Before, she felt that the person in Tsing Yi was so advanced that he could still interfere with her spiritual perception. The level must not be low, and it might even be higher than her, so she didn't associate it with Gu Xu, who only had the third level.

But now, she deeply realized that Gu Xu must not be judged by common sense.

"I have considered that if I find the man in Tsing Yi who sucked out the magma in the future, I must settle the score with him and never show mercy." She looked at the handsome face of the young man in front of her and thought silently, "But If that person is you, I will let you go for now...

"Who...who told you to be my benefactor?"

Zhao Yan has an independent and proud personality, and has never liked to owe favors to others.She will give back little and little of the help others give her.

Today, Gu Xu helped her awaken her blood, which was just an unsure attempt.But since it was successful, for her, it was a rebirth of kindness.

It's just... how to repay this kindness?
It would be too easy to just help him protect the law as agreed, and it seemed like she was taking advantage.

After about fifteen minutes, Gu Xu finally opened his eyes.

"Thank you." He withdrew his right hand and smiled apologetically.

It was only then that Zhao Yan felt that in order not to affect his practice, she had raised her arm and remained motionless, so that now her arm was slightly sore.

And the moment Gu Xu withdrew his right hand, the mysterious connection between the two was broken, and the boiling true energy gradually fell silent.

"I'm fine," she said in a nonchalant tone, "Aren't you going to break through? I'll help you protect the law now."

Her straightforward attitude made Gu Xu take back the words that were about to blurt out, then nodded, and said, "Mm, that's right."

"Then hurry up," Zhao Yan said, "The Ghost King of Mang Mountain is probably already killing people in Luojing City."

Maybe it's because she has always been withdrawn and perverse, and she is not used to expressing gratitude, closeness and other emotions; or maybe it's because after awakening her blood, she instinctively uses a hard shell to cover up her inner fragility.

Although she had already kept Gu Xu's kindness in her heart, she wanted to say a few words of sincere thanks, but she couldn't help swallowing the words when they came to her lips.Finally, she had to speak of serious business in this cold and stiff tone.

Hearing her words, Gu Xu didn't waste any more time.With a thought, he took out the "Wangchen Pill" prepared in advance from "Xianyunju" and swallowed it.

Afterwards, he took a deep breath and prepared to enter the familiar netherworld again and climb the last section of "Sixiang Ridge".

However, at this moment, Zhao Yan's voice rang in his ears again.

"Thank you," she said, "today...if you weren't here today, then I..."

Her voice was very soft, like a gust of spring wind, you would miss it if you were not paying attention, it was very different from the aggressiveness of the past.

"You're welcome," Gu Xu interrupted her with a faint smile, then he paused and added, "By the way, your wings are so beautiful."

Hearing his words, Zhao Yan realized that she had forgotten to take back the pair of fire phoenix wings and let them glow behind her back, illuminating the entire imperial vault like daylight.

She immediately withdrew her wings, feeling "embarrassed" in her heart very rarely.

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Gu Xu closed his eyes.

In the conscious world, he is standing on the steps of "Sixiang Ridge", looking at the "Wangxiang Terrace" not far ahead.

This steep mountain has a total of 99 steps.

Gu Xu has already ascended the 980th level, and he is only short of the last ten levels before reaching the top of the mountain.

He still remembers that the white-haired boy once said to him on the "Naihe Bridge" - "I will wait for you on the 'Wangxiang Terrace'."

The white-haired boy also said that the four nails on his body represent the four sealed "authorities".

When Gu Xujin entered the third realm, he pulled out one of them and obtained the "Time" that could change the flow of time.

Then, what kind of power is sealed by the remaining three nails?Can you help him out of trouble?
In addition, as of now, Gu Xu has already had some guesses in his mind about the real identity of the white-haired boy and the relationship between him and himself.It's just that he still needs more evidence to confirm his conjectures.

As he thought about it, he continued to move forward along the stairs.

Level one, level two, level three, level four...

"Wangxiang Terrace" is a building with a strange shape. It is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

There is a poem that goes: "Looking at the ghosts and panic on the hometown stage, watching the eyes and crying two lines. The wives, children, old and young nestled next to the coffin, and relatives and friends gathered together in the mourning hall."

According to legend, "Wangxiang Terrace" is a place where ghosts who are about to enter the underworld look back at their hometown in Yangjian.

In the practice system of the Great Wilderness, "Wangxiang Terrace" is also an important checkpoint, where the monks will review the mortal world for the last time.After that, they will gradually get rid of the shackles of the mundane and gradually step into the realm of the extraordinary.

After Gu Xu boarded the "Wangxiang Terrace", he also looked back.

He found that his field of vision suddenly became brighter and wider.The fog in the mountains dissipated in an instant, and the dark sky became clear and bright in an instant.

In addition to the steep cliffs, rugged mountain roads, rolling waves of the Forgotten River, and the blood-red sea of ​​flowers on the other side of the nether world, various scenes in the real world also caught his eyes—the entire Great Wilderness appeared in the distant horizon, like a world. A colorful canvas where every building, every person, and everything is crystal clear.

His eyes first fell on Yishui County. After the "Nine Infant Disaster", the county seat has been quickly rebuilt with the assistance of imperial monks, and the new buildings and old houses are arranged in a staggered manner.

He saw Chen Jisheng in the Yamen of the Exorcism Department, sitting behind that familiar desk, frowning and flipping through the documents in front of him; he saw Wang Yang, a small official of the Exorcism Department—now promoted to the ninth rank It's "arrested", and he is performing a mission on the outskirts of the county, holding a stack of "Taishang Beiji Town Devil Killing Talisman" left by Gu Xu in his hand, and his expression is more confident than he remembers.

He saw the magnificent and spacious Shi family mansion - the owner of the house no longer lives in it, only the sycamore tree standing alone in the courtyard.He remembered that not long ago, when he and Shi Xiaohan were setting off fireworks under the tree together, that silly girl told him seriously that she would protect him for the rest of her life, so that he could stay at home with peace of mind and make cookies for her for the rest of her life.

He saw that the cemetery in the outskirts of Yishui was still silent, with Zheng Yu, Pan Xiaopeng and other names that he knew or didn't know engraved on the tombstones that had been exposed to the sun and rain.There are tributes and white bouquets placed in front of some tombstones, while others have been forgotten by the world with the passage of time.

Then his eyes moved slightly to the north, and he saw Yishan Mountain, where dangerous peaks stood tall.Perhaps it was because the altar of Kongxuan Sanren had been destroyed by him, and the dark clouds on the top of the mountain had disappeared without a trace, and the clear blue sky set off the white and pure snow on the mountain.

Zhao Changying, Duke of Yan State, told many lies, but he stated the truth about one thing—Yishan Xuenv was indeed injured and fell into a dormant state.

She lay quietly in the empty cave on the top of the mountain, with her eyes closed, her dimples like frost, her black hair like ink, her white clothes were more snowy than snow, her hands were folded and placed on her chest, she was so delicate and holy.It looks like a statue of a goddess carved from ice and snow, or like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, waiting for a prince to wake her up with a kiss in her sleep.

(End of this chapter)