swordsman in the heavens

Wen Cai put the "pen, ink, paper, sword" on the table. Qiu Sheng picked up a big red-feathered rooster beside him. Uncle Jiu wiped it with his knife, and the chicken's blood immediately flowed.

When the bowl was full of blood, Uncle Jiu picked a yellow talisman with his sword. The magic power was transferred to the talisman, and the paper talisman was ignited and turned around on the chicken blood.

After turning around in this circle, Yi Tianheng clearly felt that there was energy in the chicken blood.

Uncle Jiu twisted a grain of glutinous rice and recited a spell. The magic power was transmitted to the glutinous rice, seducing the yang energy of the glutinous rice.

A flame immediately burned on the glutinous rice.

As for why glutinous rice is used? Glutinous rice has five elements, accumulates yang energy, and is extremely restrained against zombies.

Uncle Jiu put the glutinous rice on his index finger and turned it in a circle on the chicken blood, using the five elements of yang energy of the glutinous rice to increase the yang energy of the chicken blood. He then poured the chicken blood into the ink bucket. In this way, the ink bucket magic weapon containing yang energy was created.

That's how it was made.

Uncle Jiu said to the literary talent Qiusheng: "You two use the ink fountain to flick the thread around the coffin."

Wen Cai asked: "Why use an ink fountain, Master?"

Uncle Jiu said: "Mo Dou is a pure yang thing. Adding pure yang chicken blood and glutinous rice, it is yang plus yang. This is what zombies are most afraid of."

Yi Tianheng looked at Uncle Jiu with some surprise at this time, because when Uncle Jiu did this, the energy in his body was very huge, only a little less than his total internal strength.

He said: "Uncle, if you use Taoism and we compete in martial arts, who do you think will lose and who will win?"

Uncle Jiu was wiping the ink on his hands with a towel. He looked up at Yi Tianheng and said, "Why do you ask this?"

Yi Tianheng said: "Just now, I felt a huge energy from you."

Uncle Jiu asked in confusion: "Energy?"

Yi Tianheng said: "It's magic power."

Uncle Jiu smiled and said: "It's hard to prevent spells. If I use spells to deal with you, I'm afraid it won't be difficult."

Yi Tianheng was secretly shocked.

Uncle Jiu walked out of the morgue, and he walked to the coffin and watched Qiu Sheng, a literary scholar, flicking the coffin with ink fountain thread.

The ink strokes left dark red lines on the coffin surface, and he could also feel energy fluctuations on these lines.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng pulled the ink line and flicked the last line on the side of the coffin.

Yi Tianheng watched helplessly and thought to himself: "Sure enough, we should follow the plot and forget about the bottom of the coffin. I wonder if the ring will produce a stream of light if I interfere with the plot this time."

Wencai said: "Tianheng, what are you doing here?"

Yi Tian laughed and said, "You missed the bottom of the coffin."

Wencai and Qiu Sheng's eyes widened, and they immediately knelt down to look. Their faces were pale when they stood up.

Wencai said with horror: "Tian Heng, if you hadn't warned me, a big disaster would have happened."

Qiu Sheng nodded and said: "Yes, when the zombies come out of the cage, Yizhuang will be the first to suffer."

Yi Tianheng smiled faintly and said: "It's not so scary. Isn't it discovered earlier now?"

He reached out and picked up the ink fountain, pulled the ink fountain string, and pulled out a line more than one meter long, with ink dripping on it.

He said: "I feel that the corpse's yin energy is very strong, and I'm afraid the string is not enough."

With a curl of his fingers, the ink brush thread flew out and circled around the coffin. He followed the same pattern again, and when he stopped, the ink brush thread had already wrapped the entire coffin into a rice dumpling.

"Now, no matter how fierce the zombies are, there is no way they can come out."

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng nodded and left one after another.

Yi Tianheng stared at the coffin, but he knew in his heart that the feeling given to him by Old Master Ren was very tricky, so tricky that he found it difficult to deal with. These ink lines can only trap him for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Then he sat cross-legged on a table and mobilized his internal energy in his Dantian.

The Dantian was chaotic and hazy, but there was an almost transparent mist. This was his accumulated internal energy.

This mist began to flow slowly, followed the exit, reached the meridians of the first level of the Nine Yang Manual, and began to circulate.

It was already dark at this time, the moon was high, and the moonlight could not penetrate the charnel house. There was only one candle lighting it, and it was dim. He was ready to keep vigil here.

The internal force passes through the meridians of the first, second, and even seventh levels of the exercise, and reaches the Ren channel.

After opening up the Ren meridian, he used a lot of internal energy to nourish this newly opened meridian. Because the meridian's tenacity and width will determine whether it can withstand the "aura" in the future.

This is the teaching of Master Dugu Qiufei. Of course, it also depends on the physical strength.

Master Dugu Qiubai's meridians and body were not tempered enough, so he was riddled with wounds from the sword energy, and he died before dying.

Yi Tianheng never dared to take his own training lightly.

However, he also has confidence.

Because after becoming a first-level warrior, he can practice the "Vajra Indestructible Magic" and "Innate Skills".

The Vajra Indestructible Magic is one of the three great Dharma-protecting magical skills in Buddhism. Its biggest function is to temper the body. After it is completed, it will be easy to break mountains and rivers with a fist, and it will definitely allow the body to withstand the erosion of the aura.

The Xiantian Kung Fu is Master Dugu Qiubei's unique mental method. The inner strength he cultivates is extremely refined and pure. If you look at Dugu Qiubei's peak martial arts, you will know that this is a proper fourth-level martial arts.

Only when the body is tempered and strong enough, and one can understand the mystery of the aura in the future, can one not push oneself into the abyss of death.

There is also the "Nine Swords of Defeating Heaven". These nine sword techniques can only be practiced after entering the first grade.

Everything harvested by the divine sculpture will reflect its due value after being purchased.

The internal force slowly penetrates and dissipates in the Ren meridians, turning into the essence of life, gradually making the meridians wider and tougher. It also uses the essence of flesh and blood in other parts of the body to continuously produce the head in the Dantian.

There are more than a dozen smoke columns in the Dantian space, which are rapidly producing gas.

Feeling the changes in his body, Yi Tianheng smiled slightly, but his eyes were still closed.

The time for practice passed quickly, it was probably midnight now.

"Gulu..."

Yi Tianheng opened his eyes, frowned, and smiled bitterly.

The Jiuyang Sutra recuperated quickly, but he also starved quickly. He looked at the surrounding environment: dozens of coffins, densely packed tablets of gods, the smell of corpses floating in the air, and even in front of him.

Facing a coffin wrapped in ink lines.

His thought of taking out the food from the ring was immediately gone.

Eating in front of a dead body is so disgusting!

"Huh? Is there finally any movement?"

The ink fountain on the coffin began to glow yellow, flickering like fireflies foraging on the grassland.

Yi Tianheng stared at the coffin.

He felt that the energy in the coffin began to escape, and when it reached the surface of the coffin, it was resisted by the energy of the ink fountain.

He knew that Mr. Ren was beginning to wake up.

The energy in the coffin was blocked and became more and more violent, and the Yang Qi on the ink fountain flashed more and more frequently. Suddenly, a blue-black hand stretched out from the gap in the coffin, with fingers that were seven or eight centimeters long.

Blue and black nails.

But the next moment, my finger touched the ink fountain line, "嗗嗗", the ink fountain line's yang energy flashed, and the finger burst into flames as if it was on fire.

The fingers immediately retracted.

The upper plate of the coffin collided with the lower plate, making a sound.

A foul smell emanated, causing Yi Tianheng to frown.

But the next moment, the energy in the coffin suddenly rioted, as if it was angry because of the burns. "Boom", the ink fountain line was disconnected, and the entire coffin scattered.