Legend of the Cultivation God

"Xiao Lang sat down!" Zi Ming reminded me, in the mouth is the soul of the soul curse, the bone stick pointed, the flying boat slowly flew up, flew toward one of the eyes of the Nether, to get the Nether Above the eye, there is a green brilliance above the flying boat. This brilliance falls into the air to form a single soul curse, and it falls like a snowflake in the eyes of the Nether. "咕咕~" is like a spring spouting. The sound is sounding, and the brilliance in the eyes of the Nether is also great, as if the eyes are wide open, a green light column is sprayed over the flying boat, and the flying boat falls slightly in the eyes of the Nether.

Xiao Hua stood in the sound of the flying boat, but saw a layer of green light floating above the flying boat, with the protective brilliance of the flying clouds, and the flying boat was transparent, and the foot was like nothing, and it could be close to the left. The situation is clear.

The flying boat rushed into the eyes of the Nether, a strong wind of the Nether blowing the boat and some bumps, and even the green mask near it was extremely swaying. It seemed to be able to annihilate at any time, and in the eyes of the Nether, facing Xiao Hua The eyes are actually a kind of iron corpse similar to the nine gods! ! !

These iron corpses stand on the rock wall in the eyes of the Nether, which is layered, with nine standing on each floor. Looking at the eyes of Xiao Hua, I am afraid that there are more than a dozen layers, that is, there are nearly a hundred iron corpses.

"Oh?" Somewhat awkwardly, "This...the eyes of the Nether..."

"Oh, did you not say it before? The nine gods are in the eyes of the Nether, this place naturally has iron bodies!" Zi Ming smiled.

"Is there in the other five eyes of the Nether?" Xiao Hua thought about it and asked.

"Yes, there is in every eye of the Nether!" Zi Ming did not hesitate to answer, "Only the specific number is uncertain!"

"That... every Nether's Eye is the same, or is this Nether Eye you choose different?" Xiao Hua asked again.

"The eyes of this Nether are naturally different!" Zi Ming said with a smile. "If it is the same, then the body is still so sure to win? As for why it is different, Xiao Lang will know later." !

"Good~" Xiao Hua looked at the slow downwind of the flying boat. The iron corpses were like the guards standing next to them, nodding slightly.

The boat fell straight for a meal. I am afraid that there are as many as a thousand feet, but it seems that this ghost eye still has no end. What makes Xiao Hua wrong is that the number of iron corpses seems to have no end, and he has been swaying in front of his eyes.

"Zi Ming... How many iron bodies are there in the back of the village?" Xiao Hua couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, what is the specific number? I really don't know about it!" Zi Ming said with a smile. "This secret is only known to Wu Lao! However, I don't think there is a 100,000 in the 200,000." !"

"So much!" Xiao Hua took a sip of cold air. He has seen the strength of Jiu Shenwei, and he is more powerful than the late monks in the foundation. It is almost comparable to Jindan. If there is a 200,000 Jindan strength iron corpse in Houtu Village, the ordinary cultivation of the Tao. The martial art, oh. Not to mention the ordinary martial art, that is, Royal Leizong... I am afraid that it is not vulnerable.

Xiao Hua’s horror has not passed, and Zi Ming’s words have caused Xiao Hua’s chin to fall.

"But this is nothing! According to Wu Lao, there are flying iron corpses and flying copper corpses in Mengshan. The strength is certainly not as good as the drought, but it is also better than the nine gods in my back, and the number is Millions of them!"

"Really fake!" Xiao Hua did not believe it.

"Hey. What do you do to lie to you?" Zi Ming said with a smile. "So, the monk of your Taoist sect is a chicken belly. I always think that the sorcerer of my sacred mountain is not open, just like Jianxiu. Thinking about your comprehension of the Three Kingdoms! In fact, if we have the heart, are you our rivals?"

"Oh, maybe not!" Xiao Hua immediately woke up. "What iron corpses and copper corpses you have in the mountains are all dead, but you still have to be driven by the souls. And these souls... I am afraid that it is not the enemy of my Taoist monks! And, I am a patriarch Infants, gods and other teachers, the means are all over the sky, afraid that you will not be easy to deal with!"

"Hey, Xiao Lang said it is reasonable! However, I have never thought about fighting with Daozong, and I have never thought about this festival!"

Hearing this, Xiao Hua thought of another thing and asked: "Zi Ming. You drive the flying boat, the spell when you swing the bone stick, should it be a soul curse?"

"Yes~" Zi Ming's eyes turned around and knew what Xiao Hua wanted to ask. "Hey, is Xiao Lang also going to sing a soul curse?"

"Really!" Xiao Hua honestly replied, "Xiao Mou also practiced the soul of a few days, but in any case can not read the soul curse, or even do not know how to pronounce! First in the refining cave, also Asked the master..."

"Oh, his old man said yes, Xiaozhenren... You are still dead!" Ziming knows that Xiaohua is not dying, grinning. "This soul curse can only use the blood of the twelve descendants of the gods." Send out, you are always a monk of the Tao, still thinking about casting spells!"

"Oh," Xiao Hua is also laughing. "Is it difficult to make it...

"Oh? Looks like a master... Hey... It’s so much to say to Xiaozheng!" Ziming nodded. "The soul can certainly pronounce, but where is that simple? If it can, those who practice the soul Swordsmen and monks have long been able to recite real soul curses!"

"Oh, then... there is no way? Or, can Xiaomou be able to recite a real soul curse?" Xiao Hua was happy.

Ziming shook his head: "The method is unknown! Maybe I will ask Wu Lao! As for the plausible soul curse, in fact, it is not really the use of blood, but with the help of Jian Yuan and Zhen Yuan, although the effect is Similar, there is a fundamental difference between my enchanted enchantment."

Speaking of this, Zi Ming looked around the iron corpse, and some frowns: "In fact, talking about spells and souls, the whole body has not been clear, or that the body is extremely admired for the predecessors of the Tao. My whimsical spells are inherited from Taikoo. It is the twentieth **** that is passed down, casting souls, and cultivating the blood. It is the way to go to heaven and earth, and the magical road to the nine days, although it is also a matter of foreign objects, it can be different. It’s not because of the influence of the sky! But it is precisely because of this that the inheritance is becoming more and more thin, and the power of the wind and the shaking of the hand can be increased. The Taoist system does not pay attention to these, but instead Introduce the special aura of heaven and earth, and use the power of heaven to achieve your own magical power. These magical powers seem to be very small, but they often use their own little power, and will not lose blood and life, although it is like that Big can't be compared with my soul technique, but... can't stand the easy cultivation, the heaven and earth can be used infinitely!"

"In fact, what Xiao Lang said just now, the Yuan Ying and the predecessors of your Taoist dynasty can influence the situation of the war. Although the sorcerer of Mengshan has no Taoist gods, I can only get rid of one. How many of God? It’s not bad!”

"Yes, Zi Ming said it is very much!" Xiao Hua has practiced spells and practiced souls. Naturally, he also knows the difference between the two. "Dao Zong and Mengshan... should be two different cultivation directions! Jian Xiu, Bu Zong and ... Confucianism in general. Although the power of Mengshan's soul is huge, and it is invincible, it is always a matter of life and death! After all, it has a great relationship with the blood, if not Xiao Mao has extravagance than the **** Pure blood, he is afraid that even a trace of soul power will not be! But my Taoist is not the case, as long as there is a cultivation of physique, with or without blood, can be cultivated! Even if Xiaomao, it is simply a Mongolian The soul of the mountain is born, but it can also be successfully cultivated to the middle of the foundation! In fact, there are so many ways of practice in this world, which is exactly the same as the three thousand roads, each with its own characteristics!"

"Hey, Xiaozhen people know how much!" Zi Ming’s mouth is praised. "I also know the Buddha and Confucianism. Since you know Confucianism, you can’t see me. Is it different?"

Xiao Hua heard it as a smile, nodded and said: "It turns out! It seems that there is also the inheritance of Confucianism in the Tuzai!"

"Oh, Mengshan is some Confucianism! I have had the literary works of Confucianism in Tuzai, and even the Confucianism was still popular in the mountains, and I saw it from the witches. At that time, there were some witches. The old self-proclaimed '朕', Ji Man called himself 'Laughing Home', all borrowed from Confucianism! Oh, all the palaces of my post-Tsuzhai were built in the same way as the classics of Confucianism! In addition, my back soil The name of Zhaiziyu was also affected by the time!" Ziming said with some mystery, "There is still awkwardness, and now this is full of people, and it is also highly respected for Confucianism!"

"Oh, those Confucianism..." Xiaohua asked with a smile on his face.

At this time, the flying boat suddenly slammed, and if it was docked in general, then it would slide smoothly, and the wind of the Nether was much smaller.

"Oh, it’s coming soon!" Ziming had felt that time had passed too fast, and then said casually, "What are the endings of Confucianism? Except for some classics, All the descendants will either die or be integrated into my Mongolian people..."

"Classification?" Xiaohua's eyes began to turn.

"Don't hit the idea of ​​those classics!" Ziming already understood Xiaohua's greed, and looked at the iron bodies standing around him. "That's all Jiman's control! She is a baby, it's impossible to give you Of course, if..."

Speaking of this, Zi Ming’s eyes launched a hint of coldness.

"Oh..." It seems that the sound of the tide is gradually coming from a distance, and the **** taste of a child is gradually thicker.

"This is..." Xiaohua saw that the thick blood was soaked in some iron corpses, and there was a dark mist in the blood, and she was stunned. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for the recommended ticket, the monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m. Read.)