Ask about the Immortal Way

Qin Sang handed over the Hanjin Sword, told Yigu Village the purpose of selecting the saint, and then looked into Yagu's eyes, waiting for her to make a decision.

Practicing martial arts and cultivating immortality is not about treating guests to dinner.

Qin Sang's repayment of Mum Gu's life-saving grace can only give her strength and the ability to control her own destiny. It is impossible to protect her all the time.

His own future is uncertain, and there are still many things that need to be done urgently. Once he leaves, he will probably never come back.

Facing the enemy who wants to refine them into elixirs, if the mute aunt doesn't even have the courage to lift a knife for revenge, even if she has power in the future, she will still be a toothless tiger and will only bring disaster.

God will save those who save themselves.

If the dumb aunt dare not take the sword, Qin Sang will consider finding a stable place so that the dumb aunt can live a prosperous life without being dragged into the treacherous world.

Maybe it's also a good thing for her.

People are used to refine medicine and feed insects.

The cruelty of the world of immortality was forcibly torn apart by Qin Sang, revealing the tip of the iceberg in front of dumb aunt.

In this world, even if there is a witch god, there is no so-called messenger of the witch god. They are just a group of immortal cultivators who have controlled powerful power and use the name of the wizard god to practice slavery.

The dumb aunt was petrified.

The deep-rooted knowledge of more than ten years was shattered by Qin Sang, who saw the bloody truth.

The red candles flickered and the fragrance filled the room.

There was a brazier in the room, and there was a faint warmth, but the mute aunt was shivering.

The color drained from her face and she bit her lips tightly. Seeing Qin Sang's eyes, she seemed to understand what he meant, and finally mustered up the courage to raise her hands and reach for the cold gold sword.

Her hands shook, but she held the sword hilt tightly.

Qin Sang smiled slightly and said: "We are just a group of people with the talent of cultivating immortals. We are called immortal cultivators outside. We have nothing to do with the witch god. We are not messengers of gods. We are just a group of mortals who have mastered powerful power. We will die just like this. Think about it, will you still feel awe? What's more, as long as you have spiritual roots, you can cultivate immortality, and you can also become an immortal cultivator."

"I?"

The dumb aunt's eyes widened in disbelief.

Qin Sang nodded, and just then he discovered that the mute aunt also had spiritual roots. Unfortunately, she had four spiritual roots, which were stronger than him but also limited. They were all spiritual roots.

Unless there is a great opportunity, the path to immortality is destined to be hopeless.

However, since she has spiritual roots, she is qualified to enter the world of immortality and will have a new world in the future.

She dared to take the flying sword, which shows that under the weak appearance, she has a tough heart, otherwise she would not have gone through hardships and still yearned for beauty.

Qin Sang decided to follow the original plan and teach her a skill to help her change her destiny.

The four spiritual roots of metal, wood, water, and fire can be practiced in addition to the earth element.

Qin Sang looked at the treasures of the Pagoda Peak and not only knew many basic exercises during the Qi Refining Period, but also memorized some inheritances that directly pointed to the Yuanying Dao. Some of them included parts of the Qi Refining Period and could be practiced in the same line.

Qin Sang thought about what skills to pass on to her dumb aunt. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered one that might be suitable for her, which was Old Man Dique's "Dutian Demonic Sound".

"Dutian Moyin" uses sound to enter the Tao, which is quite strange.

Qin Sang still remembered that when he was in the ancient Xiu Mansion, Old Man Dique had all kinds of tricks. He could not only disguise his appearance, but also seal spiritual talismans, which was weird and unpredictable.

"Dutian Demonic Sound" is one of Qin Sang's preparatory skills after forming the alchemy. Now that he has obtained Senior Qingzhu's self-created skills, it is no longer needed.

Yagu's voice is her greatest advantage. To a certain extent, it can be said to be as rare as those heavenly spiritual roots and double spiritual roots.

Will this talent be helpful when practicing "Dutian Demonic Sound"?

Qin Sang wouldn't be sure if he didn't practice Dutian Demonic Sound, but it was worth a try.

The path to immortality is to seize every opportunity.

"Close your eyes."

Qin Sang stretched out a finger, placed it between the dumb aunt's eyebrows, and passed the complete "Dutian Demonic Sound" to her.

In order to prevent the dumb aunt from being unable to bear it, the realm behind the foundation was sealed by Qin Sang with a prohibition. Once the dumb aunt has a certain level of cultivation and her spiritual consciousness becomes stronger, she can open it on her own.

Suddenly there were a lot of things in her mind. Yagu's eyes were confused and her face was confused. It took her a long time to understand what they were. For the time being, she could only remember them in detail.

"I will teach you how to practice first, and you will avenge your great revenge yourself."

Qin Sang said, and then began to guide the dumb girl in her cultivation and taught her the "Qing Jing Sutra".

Back then, he was groping alone and it took him a long time to get started. With his personal guidance, Mummy Gu would avoid many detours and be able to achieve tranquility very quickly.

Then take a few pills to help, and it won't take long to feel angry.

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The Festival of the Witch God is coming.

On the eve of the Witch God Festival, Yihui Village will hold a grand witch festival.

The saint holds flowers and sends them into the divine cave.

Rain falls from the sky, and the shaman and god grant blessings.

On the bright side, it is a peaceful scene, and everyone hopes that they will be favored by the witch god and pray for blessings for the next year.

A few days before the Wushen Festival, Wu tribesmen from surrounding villages came one after another from the Qingyi River and gathered in Yihui Village.

The mountains on the east side of Yihui Village are crowded with people, mostly young men and women. There are girls and strong young men wearing garlands everywhere.

The four sides are dim and the bright moon is in the sky.

Bonfires were lit on the mountain, men and women sang and danced to each other, praising the witch god, and there was a lot of joy and laughter.

On the lakeside where Yihui Village is located, a high altar was built with animal bones. The bone spurs were exposed, and the skulls of various ferocious beasts were hung, with twisted patterns drawn with blood.

The altar was filled with torches and offerings were arranged. The guards of Yihui Village wore colorful ribbons and hung drums to form a formation.

‘Boom! ’

When the first drum sounded, the dancing men and women in the distance fell silent and knelt down devoutly at the altar.

At this time, a beautiful woman walked out of Yihui Village and stepped onto the altar step by step.

This woman is also the priest of Yihui Village. She wears colorful clothes made of various bird feathers, which are extremely gorgeous, and the patterns tattooed on her face are also extremely exquisite.

The priestess stood on the high altar, looking up at the starry sky, with a psychedelic color in her eyes, as if she was praying to the gods, and murmuring words.

Suddenly, the priestess raised her arms high, facing the moon, as if holding a silver plate.

Then his hands slammed down!

Under the altar, the guards who had already raised their drumsticks and were charging up their strength also hit the big drum hard at this moment.

‘Boom! ’

The uniform sound of drums makes people's blood boil and shakes the mountains and rivers.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, the priestess danced on the high platform with a very enchanting figure and strange dance postures, but with a strong sense of power that matched the sound of the drums.

Gradually, the priestess moved faster and faster, and her limbs were almost invisible, like a snake dancing wildly, but with a strange beauty.

Qin Sang stood in the dark, looking at the priestess dancing on the altar with a somewhat surprised expression.

The priestess dances a very ancient witch dance.

While the priestess was dancing, Qin Sang sensed a strange power emerging from her body. This power seemed to come from the tattoos on her body.