Become a demon king, sign in and develop for 300 years

Chapter 20

Shifeng quiet room,

In front of Jiang Moshu, the phantom villain is constantly breathing and practicing.

The black smoke directly entered the dantian of the phantom phantom, and leaked out from between the brows. Countless mysterious runes actually reacted with phantom phantom, shattering and reorganizing themselves in the air.

Then quickly entered Jiang Moshu's physical body, continuously combined with the physical body, and solidified in the meridians and acupoints.

Countless tiny lightnings swam and struck around the villain, but they couldn't find any targets to hit.

Three days ago, no matter whether it was the breathing of spiritual energy or the condensing of sword energy, there was no further progress.
Jiang Moshu knew that he had reached the limit of his current body's ability to carry out his practice.

Three kinds of heaven, material and earth treasures reorganized his Dao foundation, and the restrictions of innate physical barriers have disappeared nine layers like blowing sand and dust.

This alone has made his aptitude truly reach the level of the direct descendants of those ten thousand-year-old aristocratic families.

As long as he thinks, breaking through the limitations of his body is like gently knocking down a domino, and the rest will naturally follow suit.

But this is not the best choice,

By breaking through the body barrier, you can achieve no leakage of breath, and the monks of the ninth floor are probably at this level.

The higher-level aristocratic family, or with the blessing of heaven and earth treasures, or secret methods, can make their children break through the "body barrier" and have a harmonious body, perfectly adapting to the exercises they practice.

This is also the scariest thing about disciples of aristocratic families compared to casual cultivators or ordinary disciples of sects. Even with the same skills, they can easily win the battle.

Only true Daoists or a few inner sect disciples of the orthodox demon sects can compete with the aristocratic aristocrats in this regard.

After all, the resources of Tiancaidibao and Zongmen are limited, and the Zongmen also have to divide and compete.

Zheng Yuqing's requirement for Jiang Moshu is to achieve a harmonious body, so that she can stand on the same starting line as the most promising Taoist saints in the practice world.

After injecting the perfect practice time, Jiang Moshu unexpectedly discovered that after coordinating the physical body to reach the standard of harmony, the phantom villain did not break through immediately, but continued to correct the Dao Rune and inject the physical orifice in the hole.

Through the feedback of practice, Jiang Moshu already knew that the harmony of body and body is not the apex that can be achieved by breaking through the barrier of body.

Above harmony, there is still a level of realm.

King Kong!

The body is vajra, the air is vast, and the heart is bright, which is the peak of the body, qi, and heart in the condensed true stage.

But this point was not mentioned by Peak Master Zheng.

Or the method is too secretive, even a hero like Peak Master Zheng doesn't know about it.

Or the conditions are too difficult, and almost no one can achieve it, so it doesn't make sense to say it.

Since there is a choice, of course I want the best one, and I will decide on the Vajra Body.

Jiang Moshu smiled, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he closed his eyes and focused his attention, comprehending the true meaning of Vajra coming from the altar.

……

No.13 simple stone chambers.

Jiang Moshu looked at Wan Yao's red resentment bag but was a little speechless, this stuff is really delicious.

The blood and resentment of the thirteen mountain monster clan poured in without even a splash, and the eyes were just a little red.

According to this progress, the big body-refining monster would have to kill thousands of them to fill up the bag.

No wonder the two true masters in the Hall of True Traditions were not optimistic about him at that time.

It's really too irritating, it takes a lot of energy and life, how can he start the game with a three-turn condensate.

However, after continuously washing mountains and slaughtering monsters, the fear value has finally increased a little bit. .

[Fear Value Blessing: 0.009% (a few demon spirits are afraid of you)]

No matter how small the chance is, there is still a chance to win the magic weapon of the Demon Cult, and I don't know what will be drawn next time.

And when the Yaozu kills more, the chances will increase.

At this time, an ethereal and loud voice came into the stone room, but it made people feel that everything is empty.

"The benefactor is so murderous."

Jiang Moshu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took out a piece of bone jade and put it on his forehead, and immediately turned into a young Taoist with red lips and white teeth, who looked like he was only a year old.

It was the human skin specially used by the two Jiang family brothers, which was re-purified by Zheng Yuqing with Dan Qi, and turned into this piece of bone jade.

When Jiang Moshu brought it on for the first time, she saw Shen Caiyan giggling,
Hearing Ji Cuiyu's name again, he spat even more: "Master is very dishonest in his bones."

Jiang Mo walked out of the stone room with soothing steps, Shen Caiyan was still one step behind, floating behind.

Outside the house is the sunset glow that occupies a small half of the sky, as bright red and gorgeous as if dyed by magic fire, but in the other half of the sky, the bright moon rises early, without clouds and clouds, as blue as washing.

Jiang Moshu glanced at the beautiful scenery in the sky, and sighed softly: "There are many beauties in the world that need to be discovered, but you only see the blood, monk, you have a picture."

Not far away is a monk, but he is very calm and dignified.

Seeing Jiang Moshu come out, he bowed to himself,
"Little monk, Lengchan, came from northern Xinjiang."

Jiang Moshu looked at it coldly, exuding an air of alienation all over his body,

"I am Ji Yu, Wan Guifeng Ji of Mingtan Sect, Monk, please speak directly if you have something to say."

"The benefactor has killed too much. It has already killed the demon spirits of the Thirteen Peaks, but it hurts the peace of heaven."

Leng Chan clasped his hands together and saluted, and continued, "Now that the demon race in the northern border has shaken hands with the human race, the little monk followed Master to the West Pole to bring about peace in this region."

Jiang Moshu's eyes turned cold,
"The Buddhist sect in the northern border stretches out their hands very long, but in my westernmost land, the hatred between the human race and the monster race is as deep as the sea, but it is difficult to resolve. Monk, don't waste your time."

Jiang Moshu's heart was burning with anger, there were always some people who wanted to kneel, looking at Leng Chan as if they were enemies,

"I read the records of the sect. There are no demons and demons in this world, right?"

When Leng Chan was silent for a while, he replied indifferently, "That's right."

"Later, the cataclysm of monsters came from outside the sky, and the human race was in turmoil. In the end, it was difficult to keep the land of the Central Plains. Hundreds of millions of people died at the mouth of the demon race and the demons, right?"

Leng Chan was silent again, and finally said expressionlessly: "Not bad."

"For the past 2 years, the human race has worked hard to govern and fought out from the land of the Central Plains. Only then has the West Pole, South Territory, Northern Border, and Eastern Territory been established."

"Speaking of which, this world is the land of the human race, and the monster race and heavenly demons will never be allowed to occupy it forever."

Leng Chan said indifferently, "How can killing solve the problem? It's a hatred tens of thousands of years ago. Now the number of monsters is hundreds of times that of humans, how many can you kill?"

"Mo Dao Yingguang is small, but still cherishes the heart of the night. If you continue to kill like this, there will always be a day when you will kill the monsters and demons."

The clear and clear voice swayed on the empty stone platform, but it was like waves, echoing endlessly.

"Monk, you want someone to respect you, but I don't need it,"

"It's enough for the demon head to be afraid of me."

Jiang Moshu's morality is still somewhat different from this world because he came from time travel.

From the bottom of his heart, Jiang Moshu hated monsters eating people.

It's just because he comes from a world where the human race is the most respected, there are no monster races, and there are no demons.

Coming from the world of order, it is naturally a little out of step with this chaotic practice world.

He succumbs to the world, or the world changes because of him.

Jiang Moshu smiled self-deprecatingly, and with a wave of his hand, the Banner of Thousand Ghosts stood behind him, Shen Caiyan was already dressed in a red uniform,
"With pity and life vows, with a murderous heart, holding the red lotus fire, and purifying the world,

All demonic obstacles are burnt, all evil spirits are slashed,
Boundless kill evil and prison me, and see immeasurable light and goodness!

My way is here,
Monk, can you do a game? ! "

(End of this chapter)