Chapter 781 Jue of Diagnosing Words
The abyss is like death, desolate and vast.
The purple electricity runes between the thirteen soul cones gradually disappeared.
Bai Long no longer suffered the pain of the soul cone refining his body, his eyes gradually closed, and he rested his head quietly without disturbing the two people on the dragon's horns.
Cangnan Yi sits relaxedly, her whole body glowing.
She said calmly: "You have made a lot of fortunes along the way, carrying the blood of the Corpse Demon King, the Bronze Gate, the Bones of the Immortal, the Tears of the Immortal, and even the half of the Water Divine Source. These are all huge treasures. What you lack now is the key to unlock these treasures."
Bailian nodded in disbelief.
For a long time, he has been pondering this path of cultivation by himself in the dark. Whether it is the Seven Ember Steps or the Burning River Sword Technique, these are all performed in resonance with the memories of his life when he was in desperate situation. The moves and sword tactics.
In the final analysis, so far, he has always had no one to guide him in his cultivation, and he has relied entirely on his own feelings to practice and comprehend.
In fact, his physique is special, and the techniques he cultivates are even more complex and rare. There are indeed very few people in the world who can guide him.
Even the ancestral sword master Shen Bao Zhenren who he met in the Bronze Gate World did not dare to give him any advice.
Kocang Nanyi has always had no taboos: "Try to see if you can sense the existence of the bronze door and summon it."
Bailian did not try, Shaked his head seriously, Said: "Since I left Ghost Mountain, I can feel the presence of the bronze door all the time, but I have tried many times, but I can't summon the door to the real world."
Cang Nanyi nodded slightly, not saying Accident.
The divine light around her suddenly brightened, and the shadow under Balian became clearer. Then Mochizuki and Ghost Flute Boy hiding in the shadow were forced to appear.
Mochizuki, who was once a dominant figure in the Bronze Gate World, was constrained by the Six Paths Order in the human world, and her power was extremely suppressed.
Cangnan Yi said: "Since you can bring the native species in the bronze door into the human world, it means that you still have communication with the invisible bronze world. "
Bailian said in confusion: "Just now you said that I can control the power of the Bronze Gate, but I don't understand what kind of power the Bronze Gate has that I can control? "
Cangnan Yi said: "It's very simple, you give names to the ancient gods in the bronze door, and those given by you will naturally become your dependents.
Being a dependent, this means that you Possessing the authority to control their attribute power, the time and space inside the Bronze Gate is chaotic and huge, and there are countless gods and demons living in it, and these gods and demons are the source of the Bronze Gate's power."
Balian was a little shocked when he heard: "Giving a name can control the power of the person who gives the order. If I give names to the hundreds of millions of living beings inside the bronze door, doesn't that mean that I can have the power of all living beings."
Cang Nanyi said calmly: "You can say that, but the premise is that you are strong enough. It takes a lot of effort to 'give names'.
Back then, under the Bronze Gate, you just gave names to two gods, which was your limit. Do you think you can bear the karma of those billions of bronze sentient beings? "
That was not what Balian cared about. What shocked him was the horror of the bronze door.
No wonder there are nine gates in the world, but they are taboo in this world.
"Okay, no matter what the future holds, since you have given the names of the two ancient gods, you must first fully understand the power of these two ancient gods. Boy, do you have a blank talisman on you?"
Blank talisman paper?
Bailian shook his head.
"That's alright." Cang Nanyi had no choice but to step back and ask for advice: "Tear off a piece of the hem of your clothes."
Bailian did as he was told.
Cang Nanyi gently bent his fingers, and a silver needle appeared in front of Balian's eyebrows. He gently pierced the center of his eyebrows, and a drop of bright red blood condensed on the tip of the needle without falling.
“Next, you bite your finger, blend the blood between your eyebrows into the blood on your fingertips, and then write the name of one of the ancient gods on the hem of your clothes, and finish with this seal.”
Cang Nanyi’s raised fingers did not retract, but copied the seals in the void.
When I finished painting, I flicked the Sanskrit seal with my fingertips. After a series of seemingly light actions, the sound of the fingertips was as loud as a bell.
Bailian's eardrums were vibrating and painful, but the Sanskrit mark entered his eyes.
He calmed down his expression, concentrated on it, used blood as cinnabar, stained his clothes to become famous, and continued to paint Sanskrit seals without stopping.
When his fingertips outlined the first stroke that seemed simple and ordinary, he felt a sharp pain in his fingertips, and then a huge suction force came, sucking the blood out of his body. Suck it away.
Bailian's expression remains unchanged, the painting is continuous, and there is not even a word of doubt. It is completed in one go, and the Sanskrit seal is clearly formed with blood.
But after a while, the names on the clothes were like ink characters falling into clear water, quickly smeared and disappeared.
The torn-off clothes became clean again, and all the blood that had just flowed out of Balian's body was gone.
Cang Nanyi didn't expect him to succeed in just one try. She was about to speak and continue to teach...
Unexpectedly, Bailian shook the soft corner of his clothes in his hand, without being arrogant or impetuous, and raised his hand to touch his eyebrows again. Xue continued to copy without saying a word.
Powerful suction surged out from the Brahma Seal again, and Balian's face became paler due to blood loss.
Unsurprisingly, it failed again.
Bailian took the silver needle floating in front of him, pierced the center of his eyebrow a little deeper, and continued to use blood as ink to draw the Sanskrit seal of his name.
Three times...
Four times...
Ten times...
Fifteen times...
Cang Nanyi looked at him in surprise. There was a bit more playfulness in his eyes.
With her character, she didn't have much patience. The reason why she was able to chat with Balian for so long today was partly due to her interest in Balian's novel remarks about "death sword" and "living sword".
Looking across the six realms and heavens, no one has ever said such rebellious but deeply heartfelt remarks to her in all eternity.
The disciples she had accepted as disciples in the past were not so good-tempered to follow her instructions.
When she recruits a disciple, she doesn’t have to be extremely talented, but she must not be too stupid.
When she was teaching children, she could say one word but not two. As for the rest, it all relied on personal understanding.
As a result, those disciples are often in a state of half-knowledge and ignorance when they learn Taoism.
But where is Kunlun Jingxu, the place where three thousand Shinto sacred books are stored?
How can a direct disciple of Kunlun God resist such temptation, so he can't help but learn new Taoist magical powers in this state of half-knowledge, and in the end he often ends up going crazy? fate.
Bailian seems to have failed over and over again. He would rather waste his energy and take detours than ask for help.
But Cang Nanyi is so discerning, this boy has clearly found a way out of this.
Although he failed again and again in drawing seals, every name and Sanskrit seal he made was exactly the same as the last time, without any deviation.
It seems that they all failed miserably in the same place, but as the number of failures increased, the blood energy he consumed gradually decreased.
Later on, he was even able to perfectly control the blood in his body, preventing it from being absorbed and devoured by the Brahma Seal. He was searching for the balance point between the Brahma Seal and the 'name' at an astonishing speed.
As time went by, Balian experienced countless failures, and the blood on his fingertips even turned white.
His clear eyes were still pure black without a trace of impurity in his emotions, and it seemed as if there were only the Sanskrit seals in his eyes.
"Yin————————"
As a sword chant sounded loudly, the blood flowing from Balian's body perfectly completed the words.
Before the Sanskrit Seal absorbed even half a point more, Huaxu's name of "Li Ji" came into being, and the cloth sword with the name in his hand suddenly aroused, and it was so powerful!
“It’s done.” Balian’s eyes lit up.
"Well, not bad." Cang Nanyi nodded with satisfaction.
She likes this kind of teaching method where the other person can understand everything just by thinking about it in her mind without wasting words.
Bailian stared at the cyan rays of clothing in his hands and whispered: "I can feel Li Ji's divine power. What kind of power is this that can actually carry the Huaxu family's consciousness in this piece of clothing?" "On the cloth."
Cangnan Yidao: "It's my Kunlun Divine Passage Technique."
"Jianzi Jue?"
"The Jue of Jianzi can be used to borrow other people's qi and Taoist skills for one's own use, and use the qi seal as a talisman to become a talisman, which can become the power of summons. Hmm... Looking at this qi, is it originally the Huaxu family?"
Cang Nanyi glanced down and said: "That's right. Not bad, the Huaxu Shen clan majors in swordsmanship. Since you are in the Tianxi Sword Sect, it will be of great benefit to the Tianshan group tomorrow.
But this is just a mortal cloth after all. It is a one-time consumable, and the character identification skills are also It consumes a lot of mental energy. If you want to use this power for a long time, you need to find some special talisman materials. The higher the talisman paper material, the stronger the power.
Okay, this is the way to get started. I’ve taught you, as for the next step The extent to which you can control the power of the Bronze Gate depends on your own destiny."
Bailian is an easy-to-understand person, and of course he understands everything the Queen Mother said to him today. Every word can be said to be as precious as a thousand pieces of gold.
Even if he could say one more word to her, it would be a great achievement.
“I dare to ask you, do you know how to strengthen your mental power?”
Cang Nanyi raised her eyes and stared at him with strange eyes, and let out a vague low laugh in her throat: “Slippery. Kid, how did your mother make your little head so smart?"
Bailian certainly didn't ask this for no reason.
Spiritual power is a magical power that all practitioners will cultivate, because whether it is a weapon, sound transmission or talisman painting, it requires the use of mental power.
It's just that mental power is not the main attack technique. Most of the sophisticated practitioners in the world are Talisman Masters. The knowledge of Talisman Dao that Bailian touches is not profound. He only knows that the Talisman Masters in the world are the masters of Shifang City.
Bailian cannot summon the Bronze Gate into the present world, but every time he senses the aura of the Bronze Gate, he relies on his mental power.
Bailian has not done any in-depth research on the illusory and illusory power of spiritual power, and spiritual power can be described as thin.
If he can strengthen his mental power to a certain extent, does that mean that he can use his mental power to enter the bronze door.
Communicate with the ancient gods in the sect, grant names internally, and use word-reading tactics externally to gain authority.
After all, when he was under the Ghost Mountain and left the Bronze Gate World in a hurry, Balian only had time to give names to the Underworld Wolf, the Huaxu clan and the Xihe clan.
If you can enter that big world with your spiritual power and then give it a name, the power you will gain will naturally be different from what it used to be.
Cang Nanyi admired Bai Lian's ability to see things and details very clearly, and he did not hesitate to give pointers.
She tapped Bailian's chest and said: "It is not necessary to practice spiritual power to practice spiritual power. There is breath between heaven and earth, and this breath is the spiritual power for thousands of living beings to practice, even if they are The most common form of meditation can also lead to improvement Cultivation, but such an ethereal thing as spiritual power, must be cultivated with the help of external objects."
Bailian followed her fingers and looked down at the chest embedded in the collarbone. The fairy tears, with a surprised expression.
Cangnan Yi said: "Immortal tears, tears contain the appearance of the mirror of the universe, and they are the best thing to temper your spiritual power. In addition to immortal tears, you can also find them everywhere in the world to nourish your spiritual consciousness.
As for how to sharpen your mental power, you need to work with powerful people. Talisman master's exchange of advice, you can take more walks in a place like Shifang City."
"Thank you for your advice." Balian benefited a lot from the saint's words. In just half a day, He was like an empty sponge that was suddenly filled with water. He only had to laugh slowly, and naturally he had a different world.
There was a sizzling sound.
He once again tore off a piece of clothing and began to draw the name of Xihe's "Zhaowu".
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Above the thousand-foot space in the abyss, the chi demon with its broken horn bleeding continuously swam quickly, covered with miasma and poison, and a pair of thick vertical pupils of apes were violent. The color is hard to stop.
The hatred of the broken horn makes it want to knock over the Evergreen Pavilion, bite the smelly snake outside the pavilion and swallow it in its belly, and topple the White Camel Mountain!
“Ahem…”
At this moment, a subtle coughing sound came from the darkness.
Hearing this sound, the huge body of the chi demon dancing like a demon seemed to freeze, and suddenly stopped there, daring not to move.
In the space behind him, footsteps sounded.
The voice was very soft, but every step was like a sledgehammer hitting the Chi Demon's heart.
"Alas." Someone seemed to sigh.
A shadow stopped where the Chi Demon wandered, and then slowly squatted down, and an old scarred hand came out of the sleeve of a blue robe embroidered with goldenrod.
The hand lightly touched the miasma-filled chi blood on the ground, put it under his lips and licked it gently.
Dirty red blood stained his lips and teeth. The man smiled lowly, exuding a bit of cold evil energy.
His voice was lazy, and no emotion could be heard: "How did you get yourself into this state?"
He stood up, came down to the Chi Demon, and caressed him gently with his palms. Its broken horn was injured, and a thunderbolt suddenly shot out from the fingertips, cruelly hitting its head, turning the fleshy wound black and ironed.
The Chi Demon roared in pain, and finally it could no longer suppress the ferocious light in its eyes. Its tail hissed and stood up, and it pounced with lust.
The man didn't even look at it. He raised his arm and snapped his fingers. A silver bracelet with a faint blue luster around his wrist flickered.
A huge thunder circle suddenly appeared between the Chi Demon's neck, and the terrifying power of thunder and lightning caused a burst of cramping and bone-breaking pain.
It roared in an instant and became exhausted, not daring to make any mistakes.
The man snorted coldly, dragged the chi demon to the upside-down stone statue, and tossed it into the blood pool under the stone statue.
"If you lose your horn, you won't be able to get the dragon's blood for me anymore. But fortunately, Lord Wangyi's plan to break the mountain will come true. Today, your mistake of losing your horn is not so easy to make up for."
( End of chapter)