Building a sect from scratch

"Si Yang is not from Zhongzhou, but from Tianyingzhou. When he was eight years old, when the Piao Miao Golden Immortal was subduing the demon, he accidentally injured several villages, including Si Yang's village.

"Si Yang can survive, thanks to himself. When he was about to die, he introduced Qi into his body and built the foundation in one day.

"Such a genius is rare to see in a thousand years. At least he is the only one in the Guixu Realm that I know of among the ten continents and three islands.

"Of course, it was also because he thought about it all by himself, and it was a wild way, so he did not open his meridians when building the foundation, which once led to his average cultivation level in Jindandu, which was not comparable to ordinary foundation building.

"Later, he became a member of the Taiyi Sect, broke his golden elixir, shed all his cultivation, started from scratch, and built a new foundation. This is how he got to where he is today step by step.

"The remaining souls in his body are all from his hometown..."

The story Jun Chou told was something Fang Xianyu had never heard before.

"So, could it be that the revenge he talks about is seeking the Piaomiao Golden Fairy?"

Junchou said: "I don't know about that. I'm not a roundworm in his belly. How can I know what he's thinking!"

Zhang Shen stared at Immortal Siyang in the distance, gritted his teeth and said: "No matter what, being beautiful, strong and miserable is not the reason for him to do evil! What's more, he is not beautiful! I am not a sex brain, and my three views follow my five senses!"

"Haha, these are Lan Xing's words again," Jun Chou didn't quite understand, smiled, and mentioned the previous matter again: "In the small cave world that Si Yang opened up before, those withered bones are the remains of the soul in his body. Flesh bones, can't you make a puppet flesh body using those withered bones as a basis, and then use spiritualism, such a close distance is enough to cause the soul in his body to become unstable.

"The weakness caused by the withdrawal of dozens of souls will not allow him to resist the thunder tribulation, but will also make him no longer have the energy to open up the small world of Dongtian."

Zhang Shen couldn't help but click his tongue: "What a vicious method!"

Jun Chou sighed slightly: "They should have returned to dust long ago, and everything they have now is just Si Yang's own obsession."

Zhang Shen didn't speak any more and walked away to the broken cave world.

The small world has collapsed, the rocks are cracked, and all the trees are lying down. The gaping hole in the sky opened wider and wider, revealing the groggy sky of Guixu Realm filled with calamity clouds.

He quickly found the pile of dead bones that no one cared about, hugged them all, and squeezed the puppet's body on the spot.

Those remnant souls cannot survive. The puppet bodies only allow them to have a place to live, but cannot replenish their souls. Therefore, the energy points consumed by these puppet bodies are in vain.

But that was far less than what Si Yang desperately needed. He kneaded more than thirty puppet bodies in a row, and it didn't cost much in total. Zhang Shen hurriedly used his spiritual power to pull them out of the broken little world.

"The soul is back! If you go to your permanent home, what is the four directions? If you leave your happy place, it will be more ominous to leave it..."

Zhang Shen held a piece of clay in his hand to temporarily serve as a soul-inducing lamp, and muttered something: "The soul is back! Jiuyou can't ask for more. There are thousands of people, but the soul can only ask for some..."

As his words gradually drifted away, the surrounding wind suddenly rose, and the gloomy air surged into the sky. The dim light of the stone seemed to be stretched very long, and passed through the scattered white smoke, shining on Si Yang who did not take Zhang Shen seriously. On the immortal.

An indescribable feeling of dizziness suddenly came over him. Immortal Siyang's hand that was making the magic formula couldn't stop shaking. He turned his head and looked around, only to realize that Zhang Shen, who had been quiet for a long time, was not giving up, but holding in a big cry. !

"You! What a brave bitch!"

Si Yangxian, who could see Zhang Shen's plan at a glance, was extremely popular. He immediately shot a thunder tactic at Zhang Shen. Unexpectedly, although Zhang Shen's attack methods were limited, his defense methods were so brilliant that people were confused. A thunder tactic was on contact. At the same time, his body was like a stone sinking into the ocean, without even a ripple.

Before Immortal Siyang could make another move, the many remnant souls in his body could no longer hold back, and several of them floated out immediately!

The gray soul swayed and walked towards Zhang Shen along the path illuminated by the stone.

It had been too long, and although these souls could barely be recognized, their expressions were all dull.

"Yangwazi..."

Suddenly, a soul with a relatively complete face squeezed out of Si Yang's body. It could make a hoarse sound like a bellows, but it drifted into Zhang Shen's ears along with the wind.

"Yangwazi, let go..."

It almost turned back every step of the way, unable to resist the pull of its body, but also seemed to be very attached to and worried about Immortal Siyang.

One after another, after more than a dozen souls came out, Immortal Siyang's face became very pale. He had to stop any movement, because his own soul was also a little erratic, and his spiritual power was so chaotic that it was difficult to mobilize.

Soon, the most agile soul found his own body. As soon as he possessed it and couldn't even control his limbs well, he stumbled towards Immortal Siyang and said, "Yangwazi, let go, Aweng." Having been taken care of by you for thousands of years, Ah Weng has had enough..."

Immortal Siyang's eyes were about to burst: "Fart! I, I haven't taken revenge yet!"

The man stamped his feet, patted his thigh and said, "You don't listen to Aweng anymore, do you? Sheep boy! That's enough! That's enough!"

Immortal Siyang was furious, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Not enough! Not enough! You want me to die! Aweng! You want me to die!"

The man's tone softened, as if coaxing a child, and said: "Aweng, no, Aweng knows that you are very tired, Aweng wants you to rest, let us rest together and have a long sleep, Aweng Let me tell you the story of the Mountain Goddess, okay?”

Si Yangxianren almost yelled crazily: "Aung, don't force me! Don't force me!"

"Sheep boy, don't be afraid, Aung doesn't want you to take revenge, Aung wants you to rest with everyone, we have been awake for more than a thousand years, it's time to sleep, sleep well together, don't think about anything, don't have to hold on..."

"Shut up! Shut up! You are not my Aung! Fang Xianyu! You beast! I will kill you--"

Si Yangxianren shouted and actually sacrificed the Lianshan Bagua plate. On the base that looked like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade, the pattern of the Bagua could be vaguely seen floating and flickering in the air. The wind blew harder and harder, and the surrounding scenery gradually distorted.

Then, the strong wind rolled stronger and stronger until it enveloped the entire Rongyu Mountain!

Then, the sky and the earth turned upside down, the universe reversed, the rocks twisted into the sky, and lightning flashed on the earth. Even Zhang Shen, who was at the Golden Core stage, felt as if his internal organs were being squeezed to pieces, and it was very difficult to control his spiritual power.

The bodies possessed by the residual souls were even worse, and they were all staggering. The old man who had been persuading Immortal Si Yang had fallen to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, struggling, and shouting in a weak voice: "Sheep boy, sheep boy..."