Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 3: The supreme demon scripture

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It wasn't until Zhou Dingyun left for a long time that Su Zimo took a long breath and turned a little pale.

Although this confrontation was short, it was extremely dangerous. Fortunately, everything was under his calculation.

During the conversation with Shen Mengqi, Su Zimo heard a detail that she and Zhou Dingyun would leave Pingyang Town with Master Canglang only tomorrow.

Su Zimo expected that Zhou Dingyun would definitely come to take revenge tonight!

It's not that Su Zimo has never thought of asking the Su Mansion for help, but in this case, except for involving the Su Mansion, it will not change the outcome in any way.

Because Zhou Dingyun cannot be killed.

He is no longer the rogue he once was, but a person who is about to join the Immortal Sect. Once this person dies, Master Canglang will surely come to kill him. Who can stop him then

Su Zimo had never killed anyone, but for some reason, just when the sharp knife pierced Zhou Dingyun's throat, he didn't feel any nervousness, timidity, or fear in his heart. Instead, he was a little excited and eager to try.

No matter if the sky collapses or the earth collapses tomorrow, just kill this bully and relieve the bad breath in your chest. That will be a happy day!

The murderous aura in Su Zimo was not disguised, because just now, he almost lost control and stabbed him with a knife!

For the first time, Su Zimo discovered that the blood flowing in his body was not the blood of a scholar, but more like the blood of a battlefield general who fought with iron blood, and more like the sloppy rivers and lakes of pleasure and hatred.

His fame failed to restrain the bad guy, but he was forced to retreat with the sharp knife in his hand.

"Ten years of hardship are not worth the sharpness of a sharp knife."

Su Zimo smiled mockingly: "Bai Wuyi is a scholar, nothing more than that."

Su Zimo returned to the room, threw the sharp knife aside, and lay down on the bed, but he was not sleepy at all.

He is worried about one thing.

With Zhou Dingyun's temperament, after he succeeds in his practice, he will definitely return to Pingyang Town to avoid today's shame!

That will be your own death.

Maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe ten years.

No matter what, Zhou Dingyun will definitely come back!

Su Zimo knew this, but today he had to go back to the mountain.

Because if you kill Zhou Dingyun, he will die tomorrow. If you let Zhou Dingyun go, there will at least be a glimmer of hope.

The glimmer of hope is that before Zhou Dingyun returns from cultivation, he can gain the strength to compete with him.

But, is this possible

What is spiritual root

Why don’t I have spiritual roots

Why is it impossible to practice without spiritual roots

Why…

Su Zimo's mind was in chaos, full of curiosity about the Immortal Sect and confusion about the future.

Unknowingly, Su Zimo's eyelids became heavy and he fell asleep in a daze.

Su Zimo had a strange dream.

In his dream, an immortal whispered in his ear: "Do you want to practice?"

Of course Su Zimo did.

There has never been a moment when he was as hungry for power as he is now.

But Su Zimo always felt that something was wrong.

Not long after, Su Zimo suddenly woke up and sat up suddenly, his eyes filled with surprise. Before he knew it, his back was wet with cold sweat.

He finally realized what was wrong.

This is not a dream!

Someone was really asking him - do you want to practice

Su Zimo stood up and opened the door, and saw a scene that he would never forget.

Right next to the peach tree in the yard, a beautiful woman wearing a blood-red robe stood there, her beautiful eyes gleaming, looking at him quietly.

I don't know when, the dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight was like water, and the peach blossoms fell one after another. The woman was among them, as if there was light haze, unlike the ordinary world.

"Do you want to practice?"

Dieyue spoke again, her voice soft, with a hint of laziness, and extremely pleasant to the ear.

Su Zimo took a deep breath and gradually regained his composure. Countless questions arose in his heart, but when he reached his lips, there was only one word left: "Think."

"Okay, I'll teach you." Dieyue's tone was casual, as if she wanted to teach Su Zimo how to dress and eat.

Su Zimo walked down the stone steps and came to Dieyue, staring into her eyes as clear as spring water.

Dieyue was also looking at him.

After a while, Su Zimo realized that the woman in front of him was like a mystery and could not be understood at all.

On the contrary, under Dieyue's gaze, Su Zimo felt that everything about him was invisible and there was no secret at all.

For a moment, Su Zimo suddenly realized that Dieyue knew everything that happened to him today.

Even the other party knows his own thoughts!

"I don't have spiritual roots." After a while, Su Zimo said.

"There is a technique that does not require spiritual roots."

"What technique?" Su Zimo asked subconsciously.

"Monster Cultivation Technique!" Dieyue's eyes widened, exuding a strange look.

Su Zimo's expression changed and he couldn't help but take half a step back.

Even though he knew nothing about spiritual practice, Su Zimo knew people. The principle of monsters taking different paths has been heard in the legends in the past. There are many stories of spirits and demons harming people.

Do you want to practice the demon clan's skills and become a murderous demon

But after just a moment of silence, Su Zimo had made up his mind.

"I studied."

Su Zimo didn't know what he would become in the future, but he knew that if he couldn't seize this opportunity, he would definitely die when Zhou Dingyun returned soon, let alone talk about the future.

Dieyue was not surprised. She seemed to have expected that Su Zimo would agree, and continued: "If you want to learn this demon clan technique, you must agree to two conditions. First, don't ask me about my identity. Teach, you learn. Second, you are not allowed to teach this technique to anyone else."

"Okay." Su Zimo nodded.

Dieyue added: "One more thing, if you want to practice this method, you will experience unimaginable dangers and may lose your life at any time. Don't expect me to save you."

Su Zimo smiled calmly: "Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven."

"If you have any questions, just ask." Dieyue smiled slightly.

This was the first time Su Zimo saw Die Yue's smile in two years, and a sense of surprise suddenly filled his heart, and he was a little lost.

But in the blink of an eye, Su Zimo's eyes returned to clarity, and he asked in a deep voice: "What is spiritual root? What is cultivation? Why does Master Canglang say that without spiritual root, it is impossible to practice?"

"Cultivation can also be called cultivation and Taoism. There are three oldest schools of cultivation in the human race - immortals, Buddhas and demons. The so-called spiritual root is what the immortal sect calls it. The Buddhist sect calls it the root of wisdom, and the demonic sect calls it the root of wisdom. Being a demon species, they are much the same. If you are a human without spiritual roots, you really cannot worship into these three gates."

Su Zimo understood what Die Yue meant, that is, cultivating a demon does not require spiritual roots.

Dieyue continued: "Humans have five senses, vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch, and the spiritual root is equivalent to the sixth sense, which is the key to feeling the aura between heaven and earth."

Su Zimo suddenly realized.

Without spiritual roots, one cannot 'see' the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and naturally one cannot practice.

Su Zimo asked again: "Does cultivation also have realms? What realm of monk is Master Canglang?"

"The Immortal Sect can be divided into Qi Condensation, Foundation Building, Golden Pill, Yuanying... He is the Golden Pill monk. Cultivating monsters, cultivating immortals, cultivating demons, and cultivating Buddhism all have different realms, and in the end they all reach the same destination through different paths, but no matter what , the alchemy path is a chasm that must be crossed. There are as many cultivators as stars, but half of them are stuck in front of the alchemy path, with no hope for life. "

"Cultivation is a heaven-defying act that seizes the destiny of heaven and earth. Stepping into the alchemy path means breaking free from the shackles of heaven and earth for the first time, and your lifespan can increase to five hundred years. It is said that once a golden elixir is swallowed, you will know that I am You can’t control your fate!”

Dieyue said: "The demon clan skills you want to practice are divided into nine chapters. The first chapter is to temper the body, the second chapter is to change the tendons, the third chapter is to forge the bones, the fourth chapter is to cut the marrow, and the fifth chapter is to refine the internal organs. The sixth chapter is the enlightenment chapter, and the seventh chapter is the elixir formation chapter. If you want to take revenge, you must practice to the seventh chapter."

"What is this technique called?" Su Zimo asked.

"The Secret Code of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Wilderness."

Su Zimo's mind was shaken. Just hearing these eight words, a fierce and bloody aura hit his face, making him suffocating.

"The first chapter of the Secret Book of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Wilderness is body tempering. It can be divided into two layers, tempered skin and flesh. Each corresponds to different methods of breathing and breathing, and also has different techniques and movements."

Dieyue's eyes flashed with a strange light, and then, a few long and mysterious formulas appeared in Su Zimo's mind.

There are no fairy mountains and green waters, no heavenly paradise, no beautiful buildings and jade houses. In this inconspicuous courtyard, under this peach tree with peach blossoms in full bloom, Su Zimo stepped into practice!

It seemed random, coincidental, and predestined.

Not long after, under Dieyue's guidance, Su Zimo felt that his breathing and breathing gradually became different from usual.

This doesn't seem to be the way humans breathe.

After repeated corrections and repeated exercises, Su Zimo gradually found a feeling.

Under this kind of breathing, the body feels warm, and the flesh and blood in the body seems to be burning and boiling, turning into endless essence, which continuously flows to the surface of the body.

Su Zimo's skin felt itchy and numb.

"This leather-tempering breathing method is taken from the Wild Bull Demon King. It can be practiced while walking, sitting or lying down, regardless of posture. Oxen are strong in nature and have tough skin, and it is difficult to pierce them with swords. You can slowly and slowly Experience.”

Seeing that Su Zimo's breathing was gradually getting on track, Dieyue turned around and returned to the room without disturbing him again.

Su Zimo has long been immersed in this wonderful breathing. With every breath, he can clearly feel that his skin becomes rougher, tougher and stronger.

The night gradually fades.

But Su Zimo didn't know the passage of time, and even forgot where he was. He just kept comprehending the mantra and breathing in and out.

Just when the first ray of sunlight broke through the sky, Su Zimo was shocked, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be two extremely hard things pushing out of his head, soaring into the sky!

At this moment, Su Zimo seemed to have truly transformed into a peerless bull demon, swallowing up the world!

"Um?"

Dieyue, who was sitting quietly in the room, suddenly felt something in her heart. Her eyes penetrated the wall and landed on Su Zimo.

"You actually understood the essence so quickly? Ha... You are a genius at cultivating demons. You are not in vain for the opportunity I gave you." A flash of admiration flashed across Dieyue's eyes, but without any movement, she came to the courtyard strangely. , appeared in front of Su Zimo.

boom!

Su Zimo, who was immersed in cultivation, was suddenly hit by an external force. He flew far away and naturally stopped breathing.

Su Zimo got up from the ground, feeling a little dizzy. He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the yard.

Su Zimo frowned and looked at Dieyue not far away.

"Do you want to die?" Dieyue said coldly, the admiration in her eyes already hidden.

"What?" Su Zimo looked stunned.

Dieyue waved her sleeves and robe, and a sparkling water mirror appeared out of thin air right in front of Su Zimo.

Su Zimo was stunned. Such methods were indeed far beyond his knowledge.

But when Su Zimo saw his appearance in the water mirror, the surprise in his eyes turned into horror!

"how so?"

Su Zimo's figure was already a bit thin, but in the water mirror, he was a whole lot thinner than before. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was as skinny as a stick.

If it weren't for the familiar facial features and cheek contours, Su Zimo wouldn't have believed that the person in the water mirror was himself.

"No matter what kind of practice, power will not be generated out of thin air. The three gates of immortals, Buddhas and demons can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body. Some Taoist demons can also swallow the essence of the sun and moon to temper their bodies, but you have not reached that state yet. Every time you breathe out, you are refining the essence of your own flesh and blood. If you continue to practice like this, you will die within three days."

"What should we do?" Su Zimo was startled.

"Of course it's to devour flesh and blood, replenish the essence and then practice."

When it came to food, Su Zimo's stomach had already begun to growl, and an uncontrollable hunger swept through his body, almost driving him crazy.

Su Zimo strode straight to the kitchen to kill like a storm. In less than a quarter of an hour, Su Zimo stuffed everything that could be eaten in the kitchen into his stomach, which finally relieved his hunger a little.

It was only then that Su Zimo discovered that he had not slept all night. Instead of feeling tired at all, he was full of energy and his every move was full of strength.

Su Zimo picked up the thin iron basin next to it and squeezed it hard with his fingers.

I saw a few more finger prints clearly visible on the iron basin!

"Hiss! So powerful?"

Su Zimo secretly chuckled.

Just one night of practice brought about such a big change, and Su Zimo was immediately full of confidence in the future.

"Presumably even if Zhou Dingyun returns from the Immortal Sect, I will still have the strength to fight him."

At this time, Su Zimo didn't know the horror of the Secret Code of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness. This technique was actually a supreme demon code that captured yin and yang, captured creation, transformed the universe, and twisted the Qi. It did not belong to this world at all. thing.