The golden light sank into his brows, and as if it was a telepathic transmission, a complete and detailed set of exercises appeared in Mu Xue's mind.
There are detailed explanations for every step and stage of practice, as well as any difficulties.
Although no one spoke to her and no one made any requests of her when the Dharma was being passed on, Mu Xue knew in her heart that she had actually received the inheritance of the Great Joy Hall and became the successor of the Joy Hall.
"So, you possess... such a wonderful skill. No wonder you have such a clear mind at such a young age."
A voice sounded behind Mu Xue. Mu Xue turned around and saw the goddess who pulled her in here.
Before that, she appeared in front of Mu Xue and others in a huge posture like a mountain.
At this moment, she changed to the same size as Mu Xue, wearing a plain robe with a golden bracelet on her arm, and sat opposite Mu Xue. The hem of her robe was like smoke and mist, revealing her true form. Her skin was half-hidden and half-transparent, and it was obvious that she was not the real body of the God of Joy, but just a trace of the God's consciousness left in the world.
Mu Xue learned the martial arts and gained practical benefits. Although he could not become a disciple, he still respectfully crossed his hands in salute as a junior.
The goddess sat cross-legged on the water. She lightly touched the water with her white hand, and the scene of the outside world emerged from under the water.
There was a long valley, with high mountains on both sides. There was a gatehouse at each end of the valley. One of them was colorful and bright, which was the temple where Mu Xue was. The other one was dark and gloomy, which was the black gate that Mu Xue had just seen in the scroll.
"The Great Joy Hall is divided into Yin and Yang Halls. The Yang Hall uses desire to become a Taoist, while the Yin Hall uses desire to become a demon." The goddess lowered her eyebrows and eyes, looked down at the water, and said slowly, "To become a fairy or a demon are the two extremes of human desire. Three hundred years ago, a disciple from the fairy world entered the Yin Hall and became a demon. I never thought that now you, a child from the demon world, have inherited the legacy of my Yang Hall. It is true that the mystery of the way of heaven is wonderful beyond words."
The goddess' body gradually became transparent. There were no more gods in the world, and the trace of her consciousness left in the human world slowly dissipated as her wish was fulfilled.
"Please wait a moment, where is the companion who came here with me now?" Mu Xue asked hurriedly.
The goddess smiled faintly, flicked her sleeves, and the figure of Cen Qianshan appeared on the water surface. In that interface, Cen Qianshan was using the Six Paths Wheel of Reincarnation to fight a demon with a human face and a demon body.
"I grant you the Mysterious Gate, go find him yourself." The tail of the last sentence echoed in the air, and the figure of the God of Joy finally faded away.
The water under Mu Xue's feet disappeared, and she found herself standing in the valley where she had entered the temple. In front of her was the gate tower carved out of colorful jade.
The palaces, pavilions, and Xuanji Palace behind the gate tower all seemed to be closed by something, gradually disappearing into the unknown world. Only this colorful door remained in the valley, slowly shrinking into a palm-sized jade door, falling into Mu Xue's hands.
At this moment, in the temple behind the Black Gate,
Mahakala, the six-armed and three-eyed incarnation of Qianji, had most of his arms broken by the enemy and was falling from the clouds with thick smoke.
The secret realm of Shura appeared behind Cen Qianshan, and a demon with azure skin and fiery red hair stretched out a blue palm from the illusory starry sky.
A huge palm that was big enough to block out the sun blocked the thick black smoke that was chasing Qianji all the way from the sky. The black smoke that had corroded countless magical weapons was caught by the blue palm and pulled back into the beautiful and exotic land of the nebula.
"Oh? Shura Road." Xu Kun, who had transformed into a demon, was suspended in the air. "What a pity that you have only touched the edge of Shura Road. Otherwise, it might have aroused my interest in fighting."
He was in the air, attacking from a distance, and his muscular claws tightened in mid-air. Cen Qianshan's hands were immediately grabbed by an invisible force, twisted behind his back, and the whole person was pressed firmly on the black rock soil.
"Ant." The demon god, surrounded by smoke, stood in the air, looking down at his prey. "Weakness is your original sin. In this world, the weak can only be played with by others, and their life and death depend on the mercy of others."
The next moment, a rare look of surprise appeared on his calm face.
A circle of silver circular magic circle lit up under him, and the four demon-suppressing banners slowly rose up. Silver magic chains crisscrossed, trapping the ethereal demon in the center of the magic circle.
Qianji fell to the ground, raised two little fingers, and said with a grunt, "After three arms were broken, I finally set up the formation quietly."
A purple gold magic chime with a dragon cloud pattern appeared in the air and was struck by a hammer with a clang.
The sound of the chime was cold and chilling, and it shook the listener's mind. It was a divine chime from the Dongyue Temple, which had the effect of controlling the soul.
The laws of the mortal world now do not allow gods and demons to stay. The body that Xu Kun appeared in here was not his real body, but a trace of divine consciousness.
This kind of spiritual consciousness was stimulated by the clear sound of the Dongyue Divine Chime, and the body condensed by black smoke disintegrated for a moment, and then solidified again.
The sound of the magic chime rose again, one after another, shaking the heaven and the earth, continuously. Even the devil's spirit could not withstand the shaking of such a magic weapon.
"Stop!" Xu Kun shouted, his face full of anger, his claws with bulging veins stretched out from the thick smoke, clenched with all his strength,
Cen Qianshan felt his neck being tightly grasped by a huge force, his brain blood vessels were swollen, and he couldn't breathe. His back seemed to be pierced by invisible claws, and the pain was unbearable.
His face flushed red, and he used all his spiritual power to resist stubbornly, refusing to stop the sound of the chimes.
The demon in the magic circle let out a sharp whistle, and the demon's body collapsed, and Cen Qianshan barely got a chance to catch his breath. The demon's figure reunited, and he was pushed back to the ground. The two of them saw each other in the continuous sound of the Dongyue Divine Chime.
"Give up. You are just a mortal. How dare you fight against the devil?"
Cen Qianshan's eyes turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he struggled to raise his head little by little.
"I've waited for so long, and finally I got a little hope. I will never die here, at this time. No matter you are a demon or a god, I must fight with you."
The demon trapped in the magic circle finally disintegrated with the sound of the chimes, leaving behind a few words, "You... are in my... temple, destroying my consciousness... I will not forgive you."
The torture on Cen Qianshan suddenly disappeared. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and coughed out a pool of dirty blood from his throat.
Qianji, who was half broken, crawled back to his side and reached out to support him, "Master, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Cen Qianshan took a breath, stood up, picked up the damaged Qianji, and put it on his shoulder. "Let's go find her. I promised her that I would find her soon."
"Master, look, what is that!" Qianji shouted, pointing into the distance.
Deep in this dark and grey world, black monsters were continuously pouring out from the edge of the earth. Those hordes of dirty black were like erupting magma, rolling and rushing, covering the entire land along the way, and rushing from the horizon in a vast darkness.
The black waves were overwhelming and the sky was dark.
Countless ghost cries and wolves howled, as well as strange demonic sounds, resounded between heaven and earth.
When the devil gets angry, all the ghosts come out.
"What should we do, Master? What should we do?" The little puppet Qianji blinked his eyes. With his tiny brain, he could calculate that he was far from being able to handle such a situation.
Cen Qianshan stood up straight.
"Before, I was not afraid of death. I even thought that death was my ultimate relief." He looked at the dark mass of enemies and drew out his bloody long sword. "I have lived in pain for more than a hundred years. Now, it's just the beginning. Every day is sweet, but God wants to play such a joke on me."
He held his sword in front of him, "There is no other way, just go all out and fight to the end."
If I had known this earlier, I should have been braver when I left my master, Cen Qianshan thought with some sadness.
The face that sparkled like a bright pearl appeared before his eyes, with a charming smile and pretty lips.
At that time, those lips, as pale as first cherry blossoms and slightly opened, were right in front of him, and the breath was as fragrant as orchid.
If I could muster up the courage at that time and touch the warmth and softness I had always dreamed of, I wouldn't have such regrets even if I died here at this moment.
Just when the black tide of monsters was about to cover the front, a colorful jade archway appeared out of thin air on the ground. Mu Xue leaned out from the brilliant light of the gate tower and saw Cen Qianshan. She smiled happily and reached out to pull him, "Great, I found you as soon as I got here. Come with me."
Cen Qianshan was pulled forward two steps in a daze, and suddenly remembered something, "Your two senior brothers are also here, I will accompany you to find them."
Mu Xue looked at the purple marks on his neck and the blood at the corners of his mouth.
"You are so badly injured, go in and rest first. I will go find them."
The overwhelming number of monsters were almost surrounding them. Cen Qianshan frowned and was about to speak when Mu Xue suddenly grabbed his collar, pulled him down a little, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The monster's ugly big hand was almost in front of him.
This kiss was like a dragonfly touching the water, like a fleeting light, stopping as soon as it touched, and passing by in a flash. But it was like a sudden thunderclap, causing mountains and rivers to collapse.
It was as if lightning brought by a thunderbolt had circled across his skin, causing both pain and numbness, and Cen Qianshan was stunned by the shock.
Mu Xue took advantage of the situation and gently pushed him into the brilliant light of the colorful gate. "Just wait for me. This time, I won't keep you waiting for long."
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Xiao Changge didn't know why there were so many monsters on the earth all of a sudden. One after another, dark and terrifying bodies emerged from the ground and rushed in one direction.
A fat giant with two heads on top of his head suddenly stopped and walked towards the direction where he and Zhuo Yu were hiding, tilting his head. It was three or four times taller than him and was extremely fat. Every step it took would cause the earth to shake.
The two heads on the monster's neck opened their mouths wide open. They bent down and lifted the vegetation covering the cave, revealing a look of joy, and their smelly saliva dripped in front of Xiao Changge.
"Hey, I see, there are two human monks here. They are clean and their flesh and blood smells really good."
"Two are just right. You and I can each take one. You can eat them slowly and don't waste any small bones. There are not many humans here now."
Xiao Changge drew out his sword for protection. He was not very good at using a sword. It could be said that apart from a few symbolic lessons from his uncles from other peaks during his childhood, he had basically never had the opportunity to use such close combat cold weapons.
But by this time, the talismans he had brought with him had been used up in the battle. His dantian was aching, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. He was at the end of his rope and had no strength to fight the enemy.
Xiao Changge looked back and saw Zhuo Yu lying unconscious on the ground behind him. In order to save him, Zhuo Yu came to the dangerous place alone and had his internal organs removed by Xu Kun. At this moment, his face was as white as paper and his breath was weak.
You cannot retreat, even if there is only one person and one sword left.
From the first day I entered the sect, everyone said that I was a genius, with a great character and extraordinary talent. I would definitely become the best disciple in the sect.
This is what the master said, this is what my uncle said, this is what all my sisters and brothers said.
If that's the case, then I can definitely do it.
I am the most outstanding disciple in the sect. I will definitely be able to protect Senior Brother Zhuo and bring him back to the sect.
Xiao Changge's eyes were red, he clenched his jaw, and rushed towards the terrifying monster with sword in hand.
When Mu Xue arrived, the gentle young man had already gone bloodthirsty, the sword in his hand was broken in half, and his body was covered in blood. He was guarding outside a small cave.
Mu Xue summoned the Xuanji Gate, forced the monster back, and supported him.
"Brother... where is Brother Zhuo?" Xiao Changge's eyes were blurred by the sticky blood and he could no longer see anything. He just held on by gritting his teeth.
"He's fine. You took good care of him."