The Bloody Taoist

"Jie Qi, is it both Gang Qi and evil Qi?"

He Qingni also asked with some confusion:

Jiang Lingzi explained: "Your cultivation level is not enough, and you don't understand even if I tell you, but it can be simply understood that the evil spirit and gang energy that this boy Cheng Jingruo smelt are of the same origin and kind, and they are both made of the 'tribulation'" Produced by Qi.”

He Qingni nodded pretendingly.

"I see, the Shangqing Sword Sect is indeed a famous sect and has such a magical technique. Doesn't that mean that Master Jing Ruo doesn't have to worry about how to choose Gang Qi? I really envy the disciples of these big sects!"

"Haha!" Jiang Lingzi said in a mocking tone when he heard He Qingni's exclamation, half-smiling but not smiling.

"There are as many sects and families in the world as there are stars in the sky. Which family doesn't have some magical skills?

And you don’t think that smelting Tribulation Qi is an easy task, right? From the very beginning of choosing to practice this technique, you are destined to face various natural and man-made disasters, either actively or passively.

Monks need to constantly search for and absorb the tribulation energy. In this process, no matter how well prepared you are, you will still encounter various dangers and accidents.

Even among geniuses, there are only a few people who can reach Jing Ruo's level.

The rest either perished in various disasters or became mutilated.

This is a true escape from death!

So, now that this method is placed in front of you, do you still dare to learn it? "

Hearing Jiang Lingzi's description, He Qingni kept shaking his head.

"This Jie Qi sounds very evil!" Zuo Yinyang thought to himself. He thought for a while and asked again:

"If you say that, all kinds of disasters will definitely happen around Master Jing Ruo, so wouldn't it be wrong for us to be too close to him~~~"

Zuo Yinyang said without continuing to play.

Lingzi rolled his eyes

"Now I know, I really don't want to see you again. I just let those damn evil witches trick me. If I knew that Jing Ruo was practicing the Tribulation Sword lineage, I wouldn't get involved even if he was killed. When I came in, I thought it would be a simple matter, but who knew it would end up in this situation. "

Zuo Yinyang carefully analyzed in his mind based on all the known information:

"Now it seems that the evil witch's blood sacrifice was probably caused by an expert taking advantage of the inherent shortcomings of Jing Ruo Zhenren's technique.

He took advantage of the high probability that the people following him would encounter accidents.

The same must be true for the female doll, otherwise how could a top-notch sect's pride be easily abducted by a few evil witches.

There is not only a coincidence, but there must also be human factors, even people within the Shangqing Sword Sect.

Maybe after these evil witches discovered something was wrong, they traveled thousands of miles to the Southern Chu Kingdom, and then my predecessor was unfortunately arrested.

In this case, I can be regarded as being implicated by Jing Ruo Zhenren’s weird skills! "

"I'm just giving you something. These evil witches deserve to be damned. Don't let me touch them, damn them!"

Seeing that Jiang Lingzi was getting more and more angry as he talked, Zuo Yinyang quickly stopped reasoning in his mind and changed the subject:

"Senior Jiang Lingzi, now that the matter has come to this, I believe Master Jing Ruo must have other plans!"

Jiang Lingzi obviously accepted the current situation. He complained a few more words and said:

"Forget it, where do I live?"

Now that the inn is closed, Zuo Yinyang asked Xiao Zizi to clean up a first-class guest room and arrange for Lingzi to stay there permanently.

After everything was settled, Wang Baotou also said goodbye and left.

"Let's go and see your coffin!"

Zuo Yinyang led Jiang Lingzi to his room.

Jiang Lingzi glanced up and down the black coffin a few times, then stepped forward to inspect it carefully.

"That's right, you kid has picked it up. If Master Jing Ruo is right, your flesh and blood has been completely soaked in this coffin. Now you really only need to learn the refining method. In the future, if you can Find some other spiritual materials and you can refine this coffin into your natal magical weapon!"

Zuo Yinyang sighed inwardly: "Others who have traveled through time are either fairy swords or spiritual beads. How come my natal magic weapon is just a coffin?"

"Senior, are there any particularities about this natal magic weapon? Is there any problem with a coffin-shaped magic weapon?"

Jiang Lingzi looked sideways at Zuo Yinyang, and he heard the meaning of Zuo Yinyang's words.

"Why, do you think the coffin is unlucky? Isn't it awesome?"

Zuo Yinyang waved his hand quickly.

Without waiting for his answer, Jiang Lingzi continued: "The so-called natal magic weapon refers to a special magic weapon that can feed itself back and assist you in your cultivation. It is closely connected with the life soul of the monk.

It is not only the carrier of the monk's Taoist heart, but also a complete record of the monk's original intention.

The shape and material of the natal magic weapon are not the most important. The most important thing is that it matches your destiny.

The so-called coffin is just its appearance. The natal magic weapon of many powerful monks is even a stubborn stone or a mallet! "

"That sounds better than a coffin!" Zuo Yinyang sighed inwardly.

"Do you know how many non-common cultivators have the opportunity to cultivate a natal magic weapon only after reaching the Evil Refining Realm? You can have this opportunity in the Qi Sensing Realm, but you don't know how to cherish it.

These are all benefits that only children of famous families can enjoy. "

After hearing this, Zuo Yinyang quickly adjusted his mood.

"Thank you for your advice, senior, what should I do now?"

Lingzi looked inside the coffin again.

Then he looked at Zuo Yinyang and said:

"I'll teach you how to refine the magic weapon first. You can just make a preliminary sacrifice to this coffin. Your cultivation level is too low and you can't do anything at the moment!"

Zuo Yinyang hurriedly held the disciple's bow and bowed down to Lingzi.

These methods of refining magic tools are very common knowledge in the cultivation world.

Jiang Lingzi only said it once, and Zuo Yinyang understood the reason.

The black coffin in front of him was full of Zuo Yinyang's flesh and blood, which naturally conformed to the most common blood sacrifice method.

Under the guidance of Jiang Lingzi, Zuo Yinyang placed his hand on the black coffin, then urged the magic power in his body, and slowly infiltrated his consciousness into it.

This red blood iron coffin seemed to belong to Zuo Yinyang by nature. He just gently urged the magic power, and he felt that he had a wonderful connection with this coffin. With the continuous injection of magic power, a layer of faint blood-red light gradually appeared on the surface of the black coffin.

This shows that Zuo Yinyang has completed the initial refining.

Jiang Lingzi, who was standing aside, looked at the faint red light on the coffin and sighed:

"It's OK, little fat man, you can refine this coffin by practicing once. It seems that Jing Ruo is right. This coffin is really destined for you!"

At this time, Zuo Yinyang could clearly feel that he had a natural sense of control over the red blood iron coffin in front of him.

Jiang Lingzi's eyes kept turning, as if he had thought of something.

He stretched out his tone and said, "Boy, do you want to play big?"

Zuo Yinyang frowned and asked, "Excuse me, senior, what does big mean?"

"Hehe, do you want to enter the Refining Demon Realm today?"