Four hours were not long. When Di Jing was immersed in the scriptures, he passed without knowing it, and then his whole body was wrapped in a strange force, sent out of the Shenwu Court, and appeared in Ziyuan Mansion.
After that, every day Di Jing climbed the ecliptic ladder to practice real thunder calamity on the fortieth step, drawing thunder into the body, and practicing both internally and externally. Then I entered the scripture building and studied the scriptures.
Before I knew it, it was more than a month. There were hundreds of scriptures on the second floor of the Jinglou, and only a dozen books were studied. But even so, Di Jing already had a deeper understanding of this practice principle. Vaguely, he already felt a vague force surrounding him, but he couldn't touch it.
"There is poetry and literature in the belly, which is how it feels."
After being sent out by the Jinglou, Di Jing went straight back to the accommodation, took out the futon, and planned to analyze the inscription on the avenue again.
The profound meaning of the inscription on the avenue can only be carried by the heavens and the earth, and it is extremely complicated.
The scriptures are lingering, the sound of the gods echoes, a rune rises and falls in the void, and countless words around it form a chain to decompose the rune.
This time the analysis was much easier than the previous time in Tunri Hall. He had read many scriptures and understood many scriptures and principles, and decomposed the inscriptions of the avenue every inch.
The inscriptions on the avenue radiated golden light and became more and more glamorous. Finally, under the impact of the scriptures in the animal skin scriptures, they finally burst out and turned into countless line symbols.
The surrounding scriptures came surging, like a flood and a huge wave, trapping the line symbols.
"Is it another new trick, or will these symbols be added to the seal of the heavenly beasts to enhance the power of this trick?" After analyzing the inscription on the avenue, Di Jing stopped and wondered what to do next.
There are not many magical moves on his body, but they are all extremely powerful methods. Every Dao inscription can evolve into a single-type technique, and they can also be superimposed on each other to achieve supremely powerful moves.
The imprint of the beast and god, evolved by an inscription on the avenue, its power is not less than that of the sword, and it can be called a holy trick.
There is no need to question the power of matching the sage's moves, but Di Jing's cultivation is limited, unable to fully demonstrate the power of the sage's move.
"More than fine, it's better to have a fresh trick and eat all over the sky!" Di Jing finally decided to superimpose this parsed rune on the imprint of the heavenly beast to increase the power of this style.
Immediately inside his body, a picture of a ferocious beast appeared, exuding a trace of the atmosphere.
"If you can't give you enough power, you will also be ashamed of the name of the'seal of God'!"
The chain of the scriptures flips, like dragons and phoenixes dancing, and at the same time, the imprints of the beasts and gods also exude a powerful force, sucking the runes little by little, and attaching them along the original totem.
With the addition of runes, the beasts become more fierce and fierce! Faintly, Di Jing felt that this beast was alive, his eyes flickered, and the green surrounding the print was quite terrifying, as if it had drenched a world of sorrow.
When the rune was completely imprinted with the god seal, the whole totem let out a low groan, like a lurking wild animal, bound by countless shackles. Once this beast is released, it will crush the sky and walk in blood!
It was Di Jing who felt a palpitation in the face of this totem.
"My current cultivation base is not enough to control the Dao. This Heavenly Beast Divine Seal can be said to be completely transformed by Dao runes. Now it has evolved into this way, and it seems a bit more than expected."
The totem in his body, opposing his divine sense, is like an untrained jackal, it may eat the lord at any time!
"I originally thought it was the Dao inscription in my body, and I could control it at will as long as I analyzed it. It seems that I was thinking too simple. With my power, there is no such power to touch the Dao, let alone control it in my hand. The combination of the two avenue inscriptions has reached my limit, and if I want to attach another one, I am afraid it will be backlashed by the avenue."
"The wound of the avenue, hiss..."
Di Jing knew very well that if he was injured by the Great Dao, it would mean half-waste. Over time, all the mana and vitality would be wiped out and disappear permanently from the world.
Even those who have attained the status of God are no exception!
After parsing an inscription on a great road, Di Jing did not dare to continue, so he nourished the immortal veins. For more than a month, I climbed the ecliptic ladder in daylight and entered the sutra building to read the scriptures. In the evening, it was to nourish the veins.
Although his daily achievements are not great, bit by bit, the accumulation of a small amount becomes more. Now his strength and physical body are much stronger than when he first entered the purple palace of the gods.
On the second day, Di Jing got up early again and climbed up the ecliptic ladder, but someone yelled from behind: "Brother Di, Brother Di, it's okay, Brother Feng was beaten!"
When Di Jing turned his head, he saw that it was the little fat man Han Yifan, and saw him flying from a distance, flying from a distance, ascending the zodiacal ladder, and going to Radish’s clothes: "Brother Di, come with me, Brother Feng, Senior Brother He and Senior Sister Ji were bullied by the people of Fengshen Pavilion!"
"This is the Shenting Purple Mansion, how could the people of the Fengshen Pavilion be so presumptuous?" Di Jing was a little disbelieved, looking at the little fat man suspiciously.
Han Yifan became anxious and said, "I didn't lie to you. The people of Fengshen Pavilion were outside the gate and said they came to worship the mountain. In fact, they came to our Shenting Purple Mansion to talk with the seniors to cut down on our sect. face!"
"There is such a thing?" Di Jing stopped and said, "This disciple of the Fengshen Pavilion really has nothing to do after eating too much, so he ran all the way to worship the mountain."
"This has always been the case among the big sects, worshipping each other is actually looking for a sense of existence!" Han Yifan was indignant, his round cheeks flushed.
Although Shenting Zifu is in decline, it is one of the eight major sects. But because there were very few apprentices in recent years, and they didn't go to other sects to worship and learn from the mountains. Instead, the Shendao sects came from time to time, and the Fengshen Pavilion was the most arrogant.
"I heard some seniors in the sect said that hundreds of years ago, the two heads of the Fengshen Pavilion had a fight with the Jiuzhi seniors, and the outcome was not determined. The two played against each other, but it was a tie. It is my own conclusion that Shenting Zifu, one of the eight major sects, severely shaved the face of Fengshen Pavilion as a Shendao sect. This is a great humiliation to Fengshen Pavilion. We disciples with low cultivation bases discussed and discussed with each other. Winning or losing cannot represent the face of Zongmen, what is the point of worshiping the mountain?"
When it comes to the issues between the two major sects, it is the high-level leaders that play a leading role, such as the cultivation of a vein state, and they cannot influence anything at all.
Han Yifan said, "That's what I said, but Fengshen Pavilion is hitting us little people in the face. Although it's just to itch the sect, it doesn't matter, but when we leave the mountain in the future, where will our faces be? And this is entering the Brahma. A mountain worship before cursing the ancient land, winning or losing, on the other hand, represents who will give way after entering the ancient Brahma curse!"
"How can it be so serious? You said it yourself. The ancient place of the Brahma Curse, seize the opportunity, and fight with your own strength. Even if you get it, you may not be able to match the blood flames. In the end, it is not only to let it out. Who rules The mountain worship before the ancient place of the Mantra determines the pattern after entering the ancient place?" Di Jing was noncommittal, thinking that Han Yifan was exaggerating.
Seeing that Di Jing was about to climb the stairs again, the little fat man rushed up, hugged his thigh, looked at Di Jing with tears, and said, "Senior brothers and sisters are all defeated. Now you are the only one left. Only you can save our face. If you are unwilling to come forward, our Shenting Zifu will not have the face to see other people when we reach the ancient place of Brahma Curse."
"Little fat man, your potential is also quite extraordinary. If you work harder, maybe you will play a key role at this time. I still have to practice. The time for the opening of the ancient Brahma spell is getting closer and closer. It needs to be fully prepared." Di Jing pressed Han Yifan's head, trying to pull his thigh away.
It’s just that Little Fatty’s strength is not small, and he clings to it, the chubby flesh on his face is squeezed together by Di Jing, vaguely said: "Do you think I don’t want it? It’s just that they have the seed of Tianshenshan, I Can't chew!"
"Huh? Seed candidates?" Di Jing suddenly became interested, and asked, "How many are there? What are their names?"
"Two came here, the leader is called Lu Tong, and the other is so dark that the people of Fengshen Pavilion called him tortured. Although these two are seed candidates, there is still a gap in strength. Lu Tong seems to Far less than torture." Han Yifan looked disdainful when he said about Lu Tong, but he showed fear when he said about torture.
"It turned out to be the two of them." Di Jing smiled slightly, shaking back, and yelled, "Hurry up and let me go."
"I won't let it go, unless you represent us to discuss with the people in the Fengshen Pavilion and earn your face back!"
"If you don't let me go, how can I go?"
Han Yifan quickly let go of Di Jing, wiped his nose, and said with a smile: "I know this trick works."
Di Jing flew towards the gate of the mountain across the sky. Lu Tong and the cruel torture came to worship the mountain in the Purple Mansion of Shenting. It is estimated that they came to him to a large extent. On the Tianshen Mountain, because of Ye Ziyin's words, Lu Tong saw Di Jing as a thorn in his eyes; and the torture, because of helping Yudie against him, made the other party's hatred hard to dissipate.
In addition to the mountain gate, except for Di Jing and Han Yifan, all the disciples of the Dzogchen in the Purple Mansion of the Shenting Dynasty are here, there are six people, but there are more than 20 people at the Fengshen Pavilion.
In the battle, Shenting Zifu lost a lot. And these mountain worshipers are all elite disciples on the Tianshen Mountain, and they are among the top three Shendao sects.
At this moment, Feng Bao and others have all been defeated and lost all their energy. But they looked very angry, angry at everyone.
"It's really hard to imagine that the Purple Palace of the Shenting Palace hasn't been completed like this. There are only so few people who can play! I think I Fengshen Pavilion, but ten roads will go together to worship the other sects. Look at the number of you, one sect. It’s not enough to send one person out of the door!"
"Why is that not enough? Counting the little fat man who just left, there are exactly seven people, as long as you don't go to the three major Shendao sects to worship the mountain, it will be just right! Haha!"
"The Shenting Purple Mansion has fallen, and even monks are unwilling to visit this sect. Watching this weather, I am afraid that after thousands of years, the Shenting Purple Mansion will have no successors and will completely disappear from Middle-earth!"
Everyone in Fengshen Pavilion ridiculed each other. The grievances between Shenting Purple Mansion and Fengshen Pavilion have been around for a long time. After these people worshipped Fengshen Pavilion, their ears and eyes were touched, and their unkind hearts towards Shenting Purple Mansion were gradually rooted.
These people are led by Lu Tong and Cruel Torture, both of whom are seed candidates, one from the Golden Clan and the other from the Shensi Clan, both with shocking backgrounds.
At this moment, Lu Tong smiled and looked at the scene in front of him interestingly. He hadn't done anything before, the other party had already completely defeated, and it didn't take much effort. The torture was expressionless, ignoring everything.
"Nonsense!" a person from Shenting Purple Mansion scolded, "We are only transforming the veins and the road behind is still long. Maybe in the ancient place of Brahma, I can get a good blood flame. Beat you in an instant!"
"Haha, good blood flame? Even with your strength, can you get good blood flame? It's a joke!"
"If you get the best blood flames, I can get the legendary ultimate blood flames. You were also not my opponent at that time!"
Feng Baodao: "What is the final result? We will see the truth in the ancient place of Fan Mantra! This time we lost, it does not mean that the real blood will also lose!"
"We can make you fail in the Huamai Realm, and can also make you unable to lift your head in the True Blood Realm, and even in the Hollow Realm, you can also crawl in front of us!"
"Fengshen Pavilion is in the sky, it's not like your fallen sect!"
Lu Tong sneered, "Isn't there still one person in Shenting Zifu who hasn't come forward? Why don't you tell him to come out? Maybe you can bring back a little face!
When he spoke like this, no one else spoke, and his expression was somewhat unnatural. Because they knew who Lu Tong was talking about, the one who was on the top of Tianshen Mountain, as the seed candidate, chose the declining Shendao sect.
It is not the golden family, nor is it a figure that has become famous in recent years, but a seed quota that has passed the test of Tianshen Mountain, step by step, from many monks! Everyone has seen its tyrannical strength with their own eyes. Among them, two or three of them had faced off against Di Jing at the fifth pass of Tianshen Mountain, and they felt particularly profound.
"are you talking about me?"
In the air not far away, a stream of light galloped from the mountain, crashing down between the two factions, billowing dust and smoke.