Chapter 18 18. Five Elements Killing Technique
Li Xi'an was bathed in thunder.
The iron scales opened and closed, and electric shavings flowed between the teeth.
The aura of calamity permeated the whole body, and blood seeped out from the gaps between the scales and was washed away by the heavy rain.
The calamity cloud seems to be another world, completely different from the natural thunder in nature. In addition to killing the tribulation-riding people, every thunderbolt seemed to be alive, containing incredible amounts of death and vitality. The thunderstorm he experienced decades ago seemed like a small fuss in front of this calamity cloud, although in Li Xi'an's eyes, this calamity energy did not have the oppressive feeling of the majestic power of heaven as he imagined.
The red dragon is walking in the light of thunder.
The death energy was overshadowed by Li Xi'an's overflowing energy, and the mysterious substances from the calamity cloud began to bring life. At the same time, a terrible transformation occurred in the red dragon.
The red behemoth occupies the body, and the huge head hangs low.
A golden human figure slowly appeared above the ferocious dragon's head, carrying divine glory.
"This is..." Li Xi'an stared at the golden palm that was gradually solidifying in front of him.
It is probably the golden body of the soul described in ancient books.
Legend has it that some practitioners have achieved extraordinary levels of cultivation, reaching the state where the soul leaves the body. The essence, energy, and spirit are condensed and fused to the point where a three-inch villain sitting cross-legged in the sea of consciousness can escape into the void. Therefore, it is extremely difficult to kill monks in this realm completely. If the soul escapes, it is called immortality. There is a glimmer of hope even when death comes.
The ancient and powerful realm, the monks in this realm are respected as powerful in ancient books, and it is also the pursuit of those lonely ghosts who invade Taihang. But Li Xi'an felt that this was not his path. Smelting the golden body of the soul was suitable for monks of the previous era, but not for him. This is the Taoism left in Taihang during that period of history, so passing through the calamity clouds and condensing the soul at this moment is the choice of those years, not his real path
Deeply exhaling the turbid energy in his body, the calamity that was originally expected to be over may now have to be extended for some time.
The gradually solidified golden human form gradually collapsed and dissipated under Li Xi'an's intentional control. The disintegrated golden fragments spilled into the body of the red dragon, melting into the bones and blood. If you look at the dragon bones through the scales and flesh, you will find golden seal characters faintly visible on the crystal bones.
The calamity clouds surged above the sky, and the calamity energy that was several times more terrifying than before enveloped the world.
The ancient monks of the previous era followed a cruel elimination system in cultivating the Golden Body of the Soul. If they didn't cultivate, they would have no way out. They hide the rules of luck and the power of spiritual consciousness in the soul and separate it from the main body, thereby reducing the murderous intention of the natural disaster. At that time, the world was not without amazing and talented people who did not follow the path of the soul, but this caused a terrible catastrophe and disappeared in the thunder and lightning of the tribulation clouds. What's more, the golden body of the Yuanshen is the second life, returning to the origin and connecting the world. Other paths are difficult to beat this method, so why take the risk?
In the Shimen Wilderness, the torrential rain and the severe killings from extremely high places made the creatures on the earth unable to raise their heads.
Li Xi'an faced the terrifying murderous intention, his scales clasped together, and the golden candle burned.
There are complex and profound ancient texts chanted in the calamity clouds, and the rhythmic syllables outline the great power given by the mountains.
Qing Yan was once curious about what method he got from the medium that was given to him by the mountains that day. He shook his head and did not answer. This method is the most primitive and basic and also the most difficult to understand.
A piece of killing technique, in which the five elements rotate together.
The divine patterns are intertwined, and the red dragon confronts the calamity tit for tat with a primitive killing technique.
There is a very critical point in the Five Elements Killing Technique, which is to carve the Five Elements Dao marks on the artifacts, so that you can get started. The time he spent practicing this method was so short that he didn't even find the artifacts to entrust the Five Elements, let alone refine them. But he is a red dragon. If there is no weapon available, his body is the best weapon.
The lightning flashed and seemed to be angered.
The red behemoth looked faint and small under the clouds of calamity, but so what, he was walking among the mountains like this hundreds of years ago.
In Li Xi'an's eyes, this is not the first disaster, nor will it be the last.
The lightning is like a prison, and the red dragon is swimming. The golden seal script emerged from the scales and connected to form a complete scripture all over the body. Li Xi'an performed the killing technique, and his Qi was rising steadily. The laws of the five elements circulated and intertwined on the giant dragon's body, and the burning golden fire reflected him to extinguish the thunder. , the downpour brings life to him.
In this way, the red dragon holds his head high, proving that he can still stand firm in the world even if he goes his own way.
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Imperial capital, gray sky.
Somehow today, the unusually cold weather and summer wind actually made pedestrians wrap up their coats.
Standing in the Black Crystal Building in the commercial center, the man was reading information. He flipped through the pages until he saw the figure bathed in lightning in the picture, and his brows furrowed slightly.
"This is a letter from the Li family and the Zhao family." The secretary next to him handed over two letters. The man took it expressionlessly, tearing it open and scanning the contents without ceremony.
"These old antiques like to engage in formalism. They keep saying that people's hearts are old and how wonderful the past was. They still need to use a postman to send a message. It's clear that a document can do it." He said, throwing in the two letters. garbage can.
"What do the Zhao and Li families want?" an old voice sounded, and an old man appeared at the door of the man's office.
"Grandpa Cheng'an." The man was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"
The old man smiled and said, "Not only am I here, but all the old guys from my ancestral land are here."
"Are all the clan elders here?"
"Well, it's a serious matter. They can't sit still in their ancestral land." The old man nodded kindly.
"It's very complicated. Let's talk about it as we go."
The man nodded, stood up and walked out of the office, while instructing the secretary to prepare medical equipment and a conference room.
"The red dragon is born." As soon as he went out, the old man said in a deep voice.
When they made such a big fuss in Taihang and even used "Xi He", the ancient being just ordered everyone to evacuate Taihang before dawn. They looked up at the god-like figure sitting cross-legged in the mountains and couldn't help but obey. Then there was a mountain rain of spiritual energy that washed away the mountains and brought everything back to life. The aristocratic families were frightened and presented precious ancient books every day to pray that the red dragon would not take terrible revenge after it was born. Taihang, which had been silent for a week, did not really make those aristocratic families feel relieved. Now that the red dragon was born, they began to panic.
They had been aloof for too long, and for the first time they experienced the feeling of being grabbed by the throat.
Life or death is not up to oneself.
"But what does this have to do with our Gu family?" The man looked up.
"This..." The old man was stunned.
"The Zhao and Li families have been friends with us for generations, and they hope to get some help from us."
"Help?"
"My grandfather went into the mountains to die and cut off everything in the Taihang Mountains. He told me not to make any big mistakes again. Now you are still going to get involved?" Gu Yan's tone suddenly turned cold, and he was not polite to the elder of the clan. .
"Gu Yan!" The old man said in a deep voice, "Who taught you to talk to your elders like this? The reason why we can still let you control the Gu family's foundation is because of your grandfather's sacrifice. Otherwise, Gu Chuchu's death and the loss of Juejian will be settled. Do you think you can still sit safely in this position?”
The old man's face became ferocious, and his yellow face drooped, like an evil ghost.
"Did you forget something?" The man did not respond, just stared into the old man's eyes and asked suddenly.
"What?" The old man was stared at by those eyes, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
"You are not willing to choose me as the helmsman of the Gu family, you have to choose me. You are all thinking about rising to immortality, and you don't bother to care about how your future generations will grow. How many times have I wiped the butts of your indolent descendants?" Man The words were like a sharp knife, piercing into the heart of the old man, so cold that there was no warmth at all.
"Gu Yan, what do you want to do?" The old man had clearly held power for so long, but now he was forced into a narrow corner by a young man.
He was sure that Gu Yan did not dare to do anything to them. The cornerstone of the family was the elders. They held huge manpower and material resources in their hands, and could even mobilize the army when necessary. If they collapse, the Gu family will also be gone. They believe that no one wants to fall from the clouds.
The man put his hands in his pockets and looked at him coldly.
"Go to Naihe Bridge to get the soup, Grandpa Cheng'an, there is no good in living in the world." He said.
The sound echoed in this cramped corner, like falling into an abyss.
(End of chapter)