Aiming for the Immortal Path

This wait is another seven days.

During these seven days, Su Twelve has been studying this Buddhist scripture.

The content recorded in this book is not very much, but what Su Twelve saw was like a blur. Not only did he write down the above content word for word, he could even recite it backwards and forwards.

But the problem is, it's hard to understand the meaning.

Although he is a smart person, with little understanding of the Buddhist sect, even if he makes a blind guess, his direction is limited.

However, after writing down this Buddhist scripture, I also discovered something else. ??

When he recites the contents of Buddhist scriptures silently in his mouth or in his heart, he can quickly calm down and enter an extremely peaceful state.

"Well, it seems like you haven't gained anything!"

"Reciting Buddhist scriptures actually has a calming effect, which can be regarded as a gain in stabilizing the mind."

Su Twelve thought like this, and saw the green light slowly disappearing in the furnace of heaven and earth, and hurriedly put away the Buddhist scriptures.

Then he quickly cast his gaze into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.

This time, we were pretty lucky. The two treasures had shrunk in size by nearly a third, but they were both safe and unscathed.

Seeing this scene, Su Twelve breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he hurriedly took out the tempered Tai Chi Xuan Shield and the Demon Subduing Pestle from the furnace.

Hold the two items in your hands and feel the rich spiritual essence coming from them.

The next second, Su Twelve grinned from ear to ear.

These are two top-quality spiritual weapons. Not to mention that only a handful of foundation-building monks, even powerful golden elixirs, can possess such treasures.

Needless to say, Tai Chi Xuan Shield is the top defensive treasure.

With this treasure in hand, if you encounter danger again, at least you don't have to worry about saving your life.

As for the Demon-Subduing Pestle, even if it cannot fully exert its power, it can be traded

You can also exchange for treasures of comparable value.

At this moment, Su Twelve could be said to be in a good mood.

He quickly put away the two treasures and the Heaven and Earth Furnace, then took back the formation flags placed on the ground and revealed his figure.

As soon as he appeared, Su Twelve was stunned.

What came into sight was ruins.

Not only Old Man Feng's home, but the entire Xiaohe Village had been reduced to ruins at some point.

how so?

There was such a big thing happening outside, why didn't I notice it at all?

Could it be...it's because of the black tortoise shell?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Su Twelve frowned, and he immediately had a guess in his mind.

During this period, it was only when he was digesting and absorbing the Heavenly Demonic Illusion Technique that his consciousness fell into a state of trance.

If something happens during this period, it will indeed be difficult to detect.

Thinking of this, Su Twelve's heart sank quickly, and he immediately became worried about the safety of Old Man Feng and Feng Fei.

Squinting his eyes, he quickly checked the current situation in Xiaohe Village.

All the houses in Xiaohe Village collapsed, but strangely, there was not a single body among the ruins.

Such a situation made Su Twelve feel strange, but some hope immediately rose in his heart.

The absence of corpses meant that Old Man Feng and Feng Fei were still alive.

"Everyone in the village did not die here, so there is only one possibility. They should have been taken away alive."

"So...Qinghe City...Song Family?!!!"

Su Twelve's eyes turned cold, and the name of Song Mansion in Qinghe City immediately came to mind.

Except for the Song Mansion in Qinghe City, he would not make second guesses about being able to deal such a heavy hand to Xiaohe Village.

With a guess in his mind, Su Twelve didn't waste any time at the moment. He activated the true energy in his body and rushed to Qinghe City immediately.

But just when he took action, faint screams came from the opposite direction.

Even if there were only intermittent weak sounds, it could be heard that the person making the sound was not one person, but a group, and the person making the sound was suffering great pain.

When the sound reached his ears, Su Twelve's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he decisively changed direction and rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.

Among the many voices, he heard Feng Fei's voice.

Su Twelve gathered his true energy, leaving countless afterimages along the way, and his movement speed reached the extreme at this moment. .??.

After a while, the sound of rushing water came to Su Twelve's ears.

At this time, he had crossed thousands of feet and arrived at the river near Xiaohe Village.

Going upstream along the river, you can see from a distance that there is an evil formation standing in the middle of the river.

Black mist rolled, and countless black formation marks hovered around.

In the black mist, two strange altars with a diameter of more than ten feet were clearly visible, floating on the surface of the river.

On one of the altars, there were hundreds of figures standing, including the villagers of Xiaohe Village including Feng Fei.

At this time, everyone was bleeding continuously from their orifices and looked in agony.

Under their feet, strange black flames were rising from the surface of the altar.

Everyone was burned by the flames, but their bodies remained unscathed.

This flame is actually some kind of yin fire, and it targets the human soul and consciousness.

At this moment, the power of this flame is obviously limited in some way, or it is intentional and intended to torture everyone.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the mortal bodies of the villagers of Xiaohe Village to withstand the burning of this kind of sinister fire.

Not far from the altar where the villagers of Xiaohe Village were, there was another identical altar floating.

The surface of the altar was also covered with a layer of black flames.

The difference is that there is only one person and two swords on the altar.

The man was wearing a white smoke-colored Confucian robe trimmed with blue. He didn't look like a cultivator, but more like a secular scholar.

However, this person's cultivation strength is not bad, and he is actually a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

Especially with his long hair hanging down behind him and his delicate features, he looks extremely handsome.

But in those delicate eyes, two sinister cold lights flashed from time to time, making his whole person look particularly gloomy.

This person is none other than the young master of the Song family, Song Mingyang.

Song Mingyang sat cross-legged with his knees bent, and the true energy in his body was circulating. During the operation, an evil aura enveloped his whole body.

On both sides of his body stood two flying swords, one red and one blue, dark black in color, with long and short arms.

There is no spiritual essence in these two flying swords, only resentment as deep as the sea.

Along with the screams that kept ringing from another altar, the resentment in the two flying swords was fluctuating violently.

Suddenly, the two flying swords lit up brightly, and a dark wind suddenly blew out, spraying out thick mist, one dark red and the other dark blue.

The two mists quickly changed their shapes, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two phantoms, a man and a woman.