My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 229 In the middle stage of alchemy, Jin Jing flies behind the elbow
At the end of the ninth year of Shangxian, the Huangchao uprising failed.

This battle greatly destroyed the vitality of Datang, and the world will be in chaos.

At this point, supernatant the beads.

Song Lin closed his eyes and meditated, healed the qi of the internal organs and exercised a spiritual sword of breath.

The spirit sword floating in the void became more and more solid, looking from a distance, it looked like it was made of ruby, crystal clear and radiant.

This is a sign that Spirit Sword is about to achieve greatness.

After the completion of the Spiritual Sword, breaking through to the sixth realm of the immortal hero will be the Great Perfection of Alchemy, which is the state of Breaking Alchemy in the later stage of alchemy.

In the realm of Xianxia, ​​in addition to the Qi of the internal organs, one must also absorb the Nine Heavens Light Spiritual Qi to practice it into a fairy sword.

During the course of Song Lin's practice, the residue produced by practicing swords in the internal organs was a kind of golden yellow crystal.

Crystals are formed by combining kidney water with lung fluid, and then passing through the meridians to the Niwan Palace.

This is Flying Gold Crystal, also known as Gold Liquid.

This is the mystery of the golden liquid returning alchemy.

Feijinjing flows from the Niwan Palace to the inside of the dantian and is absorbed by the golden elixir.

The round golden pill, which was originally the size of a grain of rice, seemed to have grown a lot.

This is alchemy.

The great success of Xianxia is both the great success of alchemy.

This is Song Lin's self-created Swordsman Returning Alchemy Sutra.

Sword practice and alchemy are carried out at the same time.

In a short time, it is estimated that he will be able to enter the late stage of alchemy.

There is a rockery by the lake, and there is a person leaning against the rockery next to the rockery. Looking carefully, it turns out that the man's shoulders were locked by iron dogs and nailed to the rockery.

The man was covered in scars, and his original appearance could not be seen.

But there is no one but Li Chunfeng who can be treated with caution by everyone.

Li Chunfeng watched Song Lin practice quietly.

During Song Lin's practice, there was a lot of movement, the sun and the moon were shining together behind him, and the divine sword hung above his head, shining golden.

Looking at it at a glance, it's like a banished fairy descending to earth.

Li Chunfeng looked at the space.

The space is huge, and the essence of heaven and earth is stronger than the outside world.

Judging from the house, it should have a history of several thousand years, not a newly built thing.

If the guess is correct, it should be the legendary Shangqing Pearl.

The rest of them are old acquaintances, only this person not far away is really hard to see through.

This person's fate is peculiar, and the past is even more vague, with no trace to be found.

Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang deduced a variable back then.

This variable was thought to be the strongest in the world.

Zhang Guolao ascended, and Luo and Ye died.

The other ancient monks are hidden from the world.

Basically, anyone who is a threat will walk away or die.

Unexpectedly, this variable should be on this person.

Thinking of this, Li Chunfeng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Man proposes, God disposes.

Tianwei is unpredictable!

Soon, Song Lin recovered from his practice.

Stand up and walk to Li Chunfeng.

"I heard that your feng shui skills are very good?" Song Lin squatted down, "How about making a deal? Teach me all your unique skills, and in return, you don't have to die."

"Huh? Want to learn? Can you learn it?"

Li Chunfeng is not afraid of death, let alone torture.

Even if Song Lin is a variable, in front of a master who has the ability to change fate against the sky, he is no more than mediocre.

"Okay, you wait first."

Song Lin did not become angry and tortured Li Chunfeng. ,

It doesn't make sense to do that.

Experts at this level have very precise control over their five senses.

Even with physical torture, it is impossible to make people succumb.

Unless Song Lin learned to torture spells, he would not be able to extract confessions by torture.

You can only boil the eagle slowly like you did with Xing and Pu.

Song Lin came to the place where Zhai Ganyou retreated.

As soon as he entered, he saw a ferocious dragon coiled above the beams of the house.

In the yard not far away, there is also Kuilong standing on one leg.

The two dragons have grown to twelve feet.

The patio in the center of the courtyard shoots down the essence of the sun and the moon all the time, and then gathers at the bottom of the basin to form a golden liquid.

The servant of the gods stood aside, holding a piece of mulberry wood split into small pieces, muttering words. After the white light flickered, the mulberry wood became Polygonum multiflorum, Ginseng Ganoderma lucidum and other medicinal materials.

If the guess is correct, this thing should be the material for raising dragons.

It seems that Zhai Ganyou and the servant of God cooperate well.

Song Lin called Li Zhan and the other three.

After the three of them practiced the method of three deficiencies and five disadvantages, their cultivation grew much faster.

Song Lin arranged for three people to guard Li Chunfeng, and told them not to go out in disorder, and then returned to the real world.

Now the real world is about to break through the realm of Fengxia.

That is to say, it is about to enter the middle stage of alchemy, and has the wind sword that "swifts for a hundred miles, and moves upon hearing the wind".

Song Lin closed his eyes and continued to refine Renshui nourishing golden elixir.

The golden pill is only the size of a grain of rice, and its light is as bright as the sun.

There are also visions of thunder and lightning, sun and moon, flying swords, thousands of troops and horses inside the dantian.

This is the Dharma pulse of Song Lin's practice.

Now that the golden core is clear, it seems that there is a breakthrough.

On the other side, Chaozhen audience fled, not far from Xuanke Temple.

Behind him is a Taoist priest in the Meishan jungle.

First is Zhao Wuji who controls one hundred thousand rampant soldiers.

The [-] rampant soldiers are led by seven ghost generals, each ten feet tall, with a fierce appearance and full of resentment.

The moment rampant soldiers appeared, the entire sky was like blood.

Under the sky, there is also a Baizhang ghost king.

This ghost king looks strange, it is actually a baby.

With blue-black skin, eyes with no pupils and only whites, a mouth full of sharp teeth, making a terrifying cry.

This is the Evil Infant Ghost King transformed by Chen Cheng.

The Evil Infant Ghost King is the culmination of his life's cultivation. In order to cultivate this ghost king, Chen Cheng specially created 1 ghost babies who died on the Hungry Ghost Festival.

In addition, he used the name of the Evil Infant to cause bloodshed in various families with children, to publicize the reputation of the Evil Infant, and let every family with children enshrine him.

With the help of countless babies' grievances and the power of offerings from the common people, such a vicious ghost king was cultivated.

"Jie Jie!!" The Evil Infant Ghost King laughed ferociously, and opened his mouth to spit out pitch-black blood.

Blood forms a skull.

The skull crossed dozens of miles in an instant, smashed through the flying feather robes shot by the Taoist priest, and fell into the crowd.

boom!
The pitch-black slime exploded and fell on the person, instantly corroding the person into slag.

"Do not!!"

Chao Zhen's eyes were completely cracked, and he brought 200 people with him this time, and now there are less than half of them left.

Golden sun patterns appear between the eyebrows, and white feathers grow on the sides and abdomen.

Bai Yu came out of the body and turned into a golden spear all over the sky.

There are a total of [-] golden spears, exuding scorching sun energy, dyeing the entire sky golden.

This is the Sun Spear.

"Hmph! It's a small skill!" Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, with the battle flags fluttering in the wind.

The Seven Great Ghosts released boundless black energy from the battle energy around them.

The black air formed a huge sky.

Bang bang bang!
The golden spear's stride was blocked.

The remaining spears were melted by the Evil Infant Ghost King's resentment.

But Chaozhen is not for killing the enemy.

After such a delay, he took his disciples and flew for dozens of miles.

"Xuankeguan? It turned out that he was looking for Song Lin. That's great. I want to see what else he can do."

A trace of resentment flashed in Zhao Wou-ki's eyes.

Since being hit by Song Lin, Zhao Wou-ki has devoted himself to training soldiers all day long, and finally got together seven ghost kings in the early stage of alchemy, paying a lot of price for it.

"It's shameless to call yourself the Patriarch after training a few Taoist soldiers!"

Huo Yun urged him not to kill Song Lin, and he still doesn't know how this person's backstage will react.

But there is no place to release the anger in Zhao Wuji's heart.

Since Song Lin is not allowed to be killed, abolished, or destroyed his orthodoxy, shouldn't it be counted?
Zhao Wuji thought to himself.

"Interesting, I also want to meet this person, is it a waste of fame?" The evil baby ghost king showed a terrifying smile, which made people shudder.

Two groups of people, one in front and one behind, went to Xuanke Temple.

Xuanke view.

Shi Yinhua arranges affairs in the main hall of the Metropolitan Academy.

The lively Taoist temple in the past was much deserted.

Gu Yuchan left with the people from Leibu, and Yan Jiuge left with some Taoist boys.

Coupled with the return of the rest of the temple masters, the Taoist temple suddenly lost many people.

Only the Dao soldiers and the Chuma Xianbu remained.

Those who leave these people are all fighting for the Taoist philosophy.

"Idea..." Shi Yinhua carefully chewed this sentence.

Guanzhu once said that ideas are more important than magical powers.

To teach others supernatural powers, even if you teach half and keep the other half, it doesn't necessarily make people agree with you.

Only by disseminating ideas, disseminating the Three Refuges, Three Laws and Nine Precepts, and disseminating the concept of receiving scriptures with both morality and talent, can people be united.

It doesn't matter even if the enemy copied it.

If others implement it thoroughly, they become their own allies instead.

Therefore, in the future, the Xuanke Temple will continue to branch out and gradually radiate in all directions.

Shi Yinhua was looking forward to such a scene.

boom!
At this time, thunder exploded in the sky.

Shi Yinhua frowned, and walked out the door, only to see dark clouds coming from all directions, and rampant soldiers could be vaguely seen above the clouds.

"It's not good, chief! Enemy attack!"

The Taoist patrolling the mountain hurriedly came to report.

"Notify the Lord of the Ministry of War, Wang Ziye, that everyone gather at the main hall!"

Compared with the flustered subordinates, Shi Yinhua looked very calm, after all, he had never seen any scenes before.

A ray of white light was faster than the cloud, and landed at the entrance of the Taoist temple, where it was stopped by the patrolling Taoist soldiers.

"Tell you, Guanzhu, to see the truth!"

(End of this chapter)