In the small bamboo building.
Shen Shu sat cross-legged on the couch.
The array method shields the outside world from all the noise and sound, and there is no wind and no sound. Ye Yunlan's book was placed on the table quietly.
The first step in retreating practice is to enter tranquility.
Shen Shu closed his eyes tightly, his hands on his knees trembled slightly, and the blue veins protruded from his temples.
He wants to break through Nascent Soul as soon as possible and go out to see the master.
But the more you think about it, the more difficult it is to get your mind to calm down.
The ghost in his mind screamed more and more terribly in the silent environment, giving him a splitting headache.
Twisted darkness spread throughout the room, and in every inch of sunlight out of reach, something was about to move.
He never told his master about these evil, filthy, and ominous things.
Just as he never told each other, his hands were never clean.
Since he was born, because of his strangeness, he has been rejected by his relatives and kept in the cellar as a monster.
He didn't even know who, when he was a child, gathered above the entrance of the cellar and threw gravel leaves and dead mice at him? Who were his parents
Later, they all died.
He stood in a pool of blood, and the out-of-control power floated like a flutter, causing blood all over his face and vision.
He was weak after the explosion of power. He was captured by the disciples of the Soul Refining Sect and turned into a magic puppet. He was put into the snake cave to open his stomach and was taken back to the Tianzong by Liu Qing. Dog-like drive.
Later, they also died.
The two Soul Refining Sect disciples who brought him into the Snake Cave were devoured by the snakes he designed, leaving no bones.
The Yaolu disciples encountered unexpected events one after another, and Liu Qing went mad and went crazy, all of which were his masterpieces.
He didn't tell Ye Yunlan all of these.
So when there was something strange in the soul, he didn't tell the other party.
Ye Yunlan hopes that he can break away from the identity of a magic puppet and become a good Taoist, then he will do it.
Daomen's cultivation method emphasizes thinking and moving in silence, letting nature take its course, doing nothing without doing anything, which is actually inconsistent with his mind and nature.
In the dark, he had a feeling that if he went to cultivate the Nine Turns Heavenly Demon Judgment that he had obtained before, the speed of his cultivation would increase by dozens or hundreds of times.
But Ye Yunlan didn't like it.
Then he will not cultivate.
Shen Shu clenched his fists so that he no longer trembled.
The throbbing veins on his temples were as tight as bowstrings, and he concentrated on suppressing the anger in his heart, trying to find clarity from the tormented pain.
After a long time, he finally fell into silence.
…
Cultivation has no time.
Time trickles by.
In the small bamboo building, Shen Shu's body was sitting like a stone sculpture, and there was a thin layer of dust on his shoulders.
The spiritual energy in the body runs spontaneously and accumulates in the heart orifice. Something seems to be coming out, but it is still a little bit worse.
The cultivation base is already overflowing, but there is only a lack of opportunity.
But, where is the opportunity to break through Nascent Soul
In his deliberate suppression, all kinds of thoughts have been suppressed to the extreme, the consciousness is clear, and the Tao is clear. Emerges in it, in every detail.
Nascent Soul is born from the heart, and appears according to the original heart.
Sword practitioners put their hearts on the sword, and practitioners love the arts, and in this way they become babies, they are called sword babies and skill babies, which are the three most common ones in Taoism. two.
In addition to this, the third kind of Nascent Soul is the reflection of the practitioner himself. Practitioners are not limited to swords or techniques, or for strength, for longevity, or for other things to condense into the Nascent Soul, in different shapes.
And what should he look like
Searching and thinking, suddenly, in the flash of lightning, Ye Yunlan gave him the stack of papers that broke through the Nascent Soul, and a few lines crossed his heart.
The original heart is the self, the person is there and the heart is there.
It doesn't come? It doesn't go, it's there.
Let it take its course, it's self-evident.
-I see.
Shen Shu let go of the suppression of thoughts.
As a result, all the martial arts, secrets, and swordsmanship moves in his mind faded like a tide, and what was replaced was Momo's figure. He saw that in the raging fire of the secret realm, someone was flying like a white gull. , picked him up and protected him in his arms; when he saw the window sill of the bamboo building, some people lowered their eyes and played the piano; Inside, someone was holding a scroll in his hand, sitting beside the bed, and accompany him to sleep...
All figures are human.
Shen Shu sat cross-legged on the couch, his tensed face like a statue gradually loosened a little, showing a little bit of agility.
- It should have been understood long ago that his true heart was Ye Yunlan.
He cultivates immortals, not for the sky, not for the earth, not for strength, not for longevity, but only for his master.
When the Nascent Soul Infant Soul emerged from his heart, his body seemed to be free from the shackles, and his spiritual consciousness flew, vaguely seeming to be able to touch the unspeakable truth in the heaven and earth.
He looked inwardly at the palace, and saw the respected little jade man.
His whole body was full of celestial energy, his face was like snow in the sky, he sat cross-legged in his heart, closed his eyes, and seemed to be meditating.
Shen Shuxin moved slightly, and the Nascent Soul opened his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if he was looking at him.
However, Shen Shu knew that Yuan Ying did not have his own soul and self-consciousness. It was purely condensed by his original mind, and it was the embodiment of his "immortal way". Although it could be manipulated by his consciousness, it was also ? Not tangible life.
He looked at the little Yingbai figure sitting in the heart of the house, with soft black hair reaching his knees, which could cover the most important places, and he was busy turning his mind, so that he was covered with a layer of spiritual energy. clothing.
When he started to feel distressed, if Ye Yunlan asked him about his Yuan Ying shape after leaving the customs, how should he answer.
Shen Shu was thinking about it, just as he was about to escape from the meditation, suddenly, the anger that had been suppressed for a long time began to madly backlash, and the undercurrent that had calmed down in the soul also began to surge—Shen Shu groaned, suddenly feeling? Feeling that there is a dark fire burning in the mouth, the world becomes upside down and confused.
Without thinking, in the constantly twisting and spinning world, he fell into darkness.
…
tick.
He heard the sound of water.
His fingertips moved, and he wanted to get up, but he felt as if he had been run over by a chariot and horse, his bones were shattered, and his tendons were broken.
hunger... thirst... pain...
I tried to open my eyelids, but I saw a piece of darkness and confusion, endless heights and no end.
This is a place where not even the light of the sky can shine.
This is where
The mournful sound of the wind was mixed with the screams of ghosts, as well as some creepy chewing sounds.
He suddenly saw a pair of eyes glowing faintly with blood, staring at him greedily, his long tongue sticking out, and the vaguely revealed form in the dark, twisted and not like a human shape.
tick.
Is it the sound of saliva falling from the monster's mouth
The monster sniffed the bloody smell in the air and approached, and the huge body leaned closer and closer to him, entwined with this black magic energy.
He tried to get up, but couldn't move.
The monster stretched out his long tongue and licked his wound, the saliva fell on it, and the flesh made a "sizzling" sound of being corroded.
His pupils were dilated and dilated, and suddenly a ruthless scarlet appeared.
- He can't die!
He still has to get out of here and find someone... important.
go find... who
Before I could think about it, the darkness entangled in my body had suddenly launched an attack, penetrating the heart of the monster.
The monster was caught off guard and let out a shrill howl, and the huge body fell beside him.
But he hasn't had time to relax, and soon a new "monster" is approaching.
Tick, tick.
tick tock tick tock tick tock...
Six pairs of blood-red eyes appeared in the darkness.
At the same time, there were dozens of ghosts glowing with green dim light flying over, roaring and dancing around his lying body, eyeing tigers.
He carefully controlled the dark power to attack.
However, these monsters and ghosts seem to be endless.
More and more monsters and ghosts were attracted by the smell of living blood on his body, and he gradually became powerless.
He gritted his teeth.
He can't - can't die!
He has to go out and find someone...
Thirst and hunger were dizzying, and he wouldn't last long.
What? Something that can…
Turning his head with difficulty, his scarlet eyes looked at the corpse of the monster with blood flowing beside him.
…
His body, as if born to be a container for monsters.
Every time a ghost or a monster is swallowed, the power in the body will increase, and at the same time, there will be a part of the divine soul that does not belong to him flowing into his mind.
The wound on his body gradually healed.
He can start to stand up? and move about in the dark.
He is getting stronger and stronger.
The ghost was caught in his hand and scattered, leaving only a blood-turning red soul stone, which he threw into the mouth like a snack, chewing with a crisp sound.
The flesh and blood of countless monsters was swallowed up by the sinuous black shadow around him, and turned into flesh and blood essence and melted into his body.
He stepped on the blood of the monster.
Countless soul thoughts and memories that did not belong to him were melted into his mind, dozens, hundreds, hundreds, thousands, thousands...
In the end, he couldn't remember exactly how much he devoured.
The thin blood on the soles of the feet, as deep as the ankles, finally turned into a river of blood.
There are countless monster corpses and ghostly remnants wailing in the blood river. He stood on the black lone boat, floating at the bottom of the dark abyss.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the river, only the ghostly spirit shattered and turned into a soul stone, and he threw the soul stone into his mouth.
The soul stone was opened in his mouth, and the sharp mind and memory of the remnant soul penetrated into his soul, but it failed to make him frown.
There are too many remnant soul memories in his mind, no matter how much more.
He saw a familiar person in the remnant soul's memory.
It's him.
The bloody people lay in the darkness, like corpses lying on the ground, and beside them were the ghosts of countless monsters.
In the picture, he had red eyes and muttered in his mouth.
"Want?... leave..."
He slowly chewed the soul stone in his mouth and repeated, "Leave?"
"Yes, I want? Get out of here..."
He muttered to himself as if he suddenly remembered.
"But get out of here... what are you going to do?"
…
With a bronze ghost face, he sat on the high seat.
The torch burns on both sides, and the blue flames are dense.
Looking down, countless people knelt down to him, their bodies trembling. There was silence in the huge bronze palace, and needles could be heard falling.
He rested his elbows on the armrest of the seat, his palms supported his face, and said, "Are you... afraid of me?"
Everyone crouched down on the ground in fear, "How dare you subordinates!"
The person said in a trembling voice: "My lord has cultivated an unparalleled level of cultivation. It only took half a month's time to bring all the 20 sects of the Demon Domain under his command. We are deeply worshipped, and I only wish to die for the lord and serve the dog and horse."
"It's extremely! The adults were born out of the sky, and they control the magic door. This is a world-shattering feat. It has been called a giant of the magic way of the generation. It should be looked up to by us!"
"With the ability of the adults, I will lead the demons, shock the Daomen, and achieve the great cause of the future. This is the blessing of my demons for thousands of years!"
He listened with great interest to the compliments of these people against their will, and felt the evil thoughts and fears scattered around these people, and felt a little interesting.
It is much more interesting than the ghosts of monsters who only know how to kill and devour under the Demon Abyss.
The compliments are still coming and going.
But never? Individuals dare to look up at him.
When the voice died down, he said.
"Now that I'm officially taking over the Demon Gate, what else do you want to ask?"
"Is something wrong," said the person tremblingly, "Now that your lord is the master of the devil's way, but I still don't know... Your name is taboo?"
"Name taboo?"
He thought about it, and the name in his memory seemed to be very far away from him, so far away that he was too lazy to spend his energy searching through countless fragments of divine soul memory.
So
"I'm from Moyuan, and I can order the demons to be the honor of the demon way..."
The green flames reflected his tall figure in black, as well as the hideous face on his face.
He held his face and said casually.
"From today onwards, you will call me Demon Venerable."
The author has something to say: in the process of restoring memory.
Shen Shu advanced to the Nascent Soul to acquire skills: Self-made Master Figure (bushi