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Chapter 204: Good deeds that are difficult for others to do
Chen Mou appeared on a piece of green grass holding a Thunder Fire Sword. He maintained a half-crouched posture and looked around carefully.

It was a clear day and surrounded by mountains, and he was unaware of any danger near the valley.

Compared to the world of spirits, the spiritual energy here is about half thinner.

The amount of spiritual energy determines the abundance of resources and the growth of spiritual medicinal materials, which is related to the monk's level of achievement. Judging from this, it is difficult to even produce the fourth level in this world.

Even if there are four levels, it won’t be too much.

Frowning tightly, he felt the evil aura in the air.

"How? Where is it?"

Lao Yuan's message came to my ears.

Chen Mou told Lao Yuan his findings. Here, his spiritual consciousness was correspondingly limited. He could only explore about three miles at most, unlike in the Luofu Realm and the Wanling Realm, where he could scan nearly ten miles.

Yuan Hou asked strangely: "The spiritual energy is thin, and a weak evil spirit can be felt in the air... What realm is that?"

It is said that the lower realms recorded in the classics have different auras.

Why is there such a big difference?
Chen Mou walked towards the only exit of the valley, adapting to the impact of the thin spiritual energy on his use of mana.

Passing through a dense broad-leaved forest, the view suddenly opens up.

"Fuck!"

Chen Mou couldn't help but spit out a classic sentence.

In front is a green grassland, and in the far distance are mountains of green and black.

What shocked him was that twenty or thirty miles away, there was a huge cyan statue standing between the sky and the earth. It had a wide robe and long sleeves and wore a simple high crown. Even if it was just a back view, it was extremely shocking.

It was too tall. He visually estimated that the statue was about five hundred feet high.

A majestic statue like a mountain.

After listening to Chen Mou's description, Yuan Hou thought for a while and suddenly said: "I know where that place is."

Chen Mou looked up at the statue and asked hurriedly: "Where is it?"

"The world of killing!"

Marquis Yuan's voice became more and more subtle as he said: "It was the place where the old Taoist Qingtong built the temple to eliminate the sin of killing himself. The mountain-like statue was made by smelting the material stocks of various sects and forces in the world of killing."

Chen Mou was stunned by Qingtong's generosity.

This is too harsh.

It is simply unimaginable and unconscionable to exhaust all the materials just to build a statue.

"Old Taoist Qingtong is a very scary person. He doesn't care about the living beings in the world. He only seeks his own way of killing and has always been an enemy of the entire world."

Marquis Yuan sighed, secretly glad that the new successor of Tongtian Jade Bi was not that kind of person.

The name of the killing world was given by Qingtong.

It is said that all fifth-level and fourth-level masters were buried there. Regardless of whether they were convinced or not, they were all killed by Qingtong. All the classics and techniques in the world were burned, and the ancient inheritance and incense were cut off. During that period, there was of course endless bloody killings.

Eliminate obstacles, then build statues and temples, and let monks from all over the world kneel down and worship.

More than 3000 years later, it has become a place with thin spiritual energy.

Yuan Hou wonders what else Qingtong did back then?
He must have done something shameful, but he wouldn't say much to him.

Chen Mou listened to Old Yuan's babble-like narration. For the first time, he felt frightened towards Qingtong, whom he had never met before. Guys who practice the way of killing can no longer be called human beings.

He almost wondered whether Qingtong had cultivated the devil's path?
In an instant, Chen Mou's eyes were full of perseverance. He was cultivating his own way. Fortunately, at the critical moment of promotion, he did not fall into Qingtong's insidious plot and fell into the murderous way.

At the beginning of cultivating Taoism, first be a human being.

Chen Mou asked: "Has Taoist Master Qingtong become an immortal?"

"Who knows, he went to the upper world and traveled to the lower world for hundreds of years. It was a long nightmare of catastrophe in the world of spirits. Many big forces and races that had offended him were wiped out. His strength at that time had already exceeded After reaching the fifth level, after so many years, he may become an immortal, or he may still be in the upper realm. A person like him will remain unknown wherever he goes."

It was the first time that Yuan Hou told so many secrets, and he sighed again: "If you see him in the future, you must be careful. It would be best if you don't see him."

Chen Mou smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It seems that I can't completely decide the way forward."

He had already noticed that there seemed to be an invisible hand pushing behind him in the direction he was walking.

It was too far from the old way of Qingtong. Even if he followed his own heart step by step, and reviewed it afterwards, there would still be some unclear trajectory, and he had to follow it.Yuan Hou was silent.

Chen Mou smiled and said: "Just take it one step at a time and don't worry too much. The path I am taking is very different from his."

He flew over the grassland at a low altitude, not very fast, alert to sudden dangerous sneak attacks in strange places.

Don't underestimate the entire world of killing just because the spiritual energy here is thin.

More than 3000 years have passed, and the evil spirit in the air has not been exhausted, which shows the tragic situation of that year.

It took some time to walk around to the front of the statue, which was about ten miles away.

The statue has clear and strong outlines. Qingtong Lao Dao holds a sword on the ground with his right hand. The embroidery on the god's robe is like fire. It is ancient and complex. His eyes are staring forward, his lips are pursed, and he has a majestic look on his face, which makes people feel the desire to worship.

Chen Mou recited a few verses silently to eliminate invisible interference, and his secret channel was powerful. This statue was a little weird.

From a distance, I saw an open space with no grass growing under the statue.

There are rows of green pillars standing there, which are only small compared to the statues of gods.

Chen Mou guarded his mind, kept his feet on the ground, and walked forward cautiously. Since he came here, of course he had to get closer and pay homage. If he was afraid of even a statue, how could he cultivate his own way in the future?
Carefully stop at the edge of the dark cyan metal ground.

Chen Mou could no longer feel the pressure of the majestic statue three miles away. Looking at the hexagonal pillars, he could see that this was a huge formation, built with the power of heaven and earth to protect the statue.

After hesitating for a while, he tried to step onto the ground that was not stained with mud and sand, but did not touch any barrier.

As the heir of Jade Bi, he bowed his hands towards the statue.

The wind and clouds surged, and the clear sky suddenly changed.

Chen Mou was startled and wanted to exit, but found that something invisible seemed to be blocking him behind him.

The sky-high jade from his arms flew out, the statue of the god emitted a blindingly bright light, phantoms appeared in the sky, and various killing scenes evolved rapidly.

Sweat flowed from Chen Mou's forehead again.

He had not lost contact with the jade. He could feel that huge energy was projected from the statue to the jade.

Chen Mou recited the Taoist scriptures silently. He had the experience of fighting against the murderous Taoist Qingtong. He would not be deceived by the idols. He would let his mind become tranquil and turn a blind eye to all killings.

He just immersed himself in the rhyme of scripture and Taoism.

The path of killing is not destined for me. Master Qingtong, please accept your magical powers.

I don’t know if his inner prayer had any effect. During the tea time, the dazzling statue gradually returned to normal.

The jade jade with swirling cloud-like patterns on its surface slowly fell in front of him, unusually restrained.

Chen Mou grabbed the jade and hurriedly stepped back. There was no obstacle behind him. After stepping onto the grass, the few remaining images in the sky disappeared.

Chen Mou, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly turned strange.

There was a gurgling cool energy slowly pouring from the surface of the jade into his palm.

The pure magic power caused his cultivation to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye, so that his meridians felt vaguely swollen and painful, and were beyond his control.

"What happened?"

Yuan Hou's voice came to my ears again.

Just now, the two lost contact.

"The jade jade has absorbed the energy of the idol and is pouring it into my body. I...can't refuse."

Chen Mou felt very inappropriate.

Yuan Hou's voice suddenly became anxious: "Come back quickly!"

"...I can't go back!"

Chen Mou found that he could not leave this place through the jade bi. It seemed that the jade bi was feeding back energy.

He was a little dumbfounded.

There are also good things that are so difficult for others to do.

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(End of this chapter)