The first cause of all realms

Chapter 695
"Ethnographic bag..."

Stretching out his hand to take this famous Daming Statutory Artifact, Wang Muzhi's will was mobilized, and he waited and watched intently.

Faintly, I can only feel that there is a hole in it, looking at it like looking at the sea, I tried my best to push it, but I couldn't touch the edge.

"This human race bag should have a corresponding sacrificial method. If you don't know the method, it will be difficult to open it..."

Yang Yue shook his head slightly.

He looked at this human race bag over and over again, and he could even vaguely see some of the scenes inside it with his eyes.

It's just that seeing doesn't mean you can open it.

Just like the golden dragon scissors, there is also a unique way to stimulate hair. If he doesn't say it, even if others take it, they can only use it as an ordinary pair of scissors.

"call!"

Not long after, beads of sweat oozed from Wang Muzhi's forehead, and his will was pushed to the limit, so he had to stop temporarily.

"There is indeed a corresponding method for sacrificing ritual tools. I have learned seven methods from Daozang Buddhist scriptures, but I don't know if it will work..."

Magical artifacts are rare, but Zhang Yuanzhu has not been the only one to refine them over the long years.

It's just that anyone who gets the magic weapon will keep it secret, and pass it on to the male but not the female, and few people will reveal it.

It is difficult to judge the authenticity of the several methods he knows.

"Seven ways?"

Yang Jue's eyes lighted slightly, and he humbly asked for advice.

Naturally, Wang Muzhi didn't hide anything, and told him all the several ways of sacrificial refining that he knew:
"Although there are seven kinds of observations, there may be only four that are really effective. The first one is the simplest, which is the 'Personal Sacrifice Method'.

As long as it is washed with breath every day, any magic weapon may be refined.It's just that the time required may be very long, at least, it must exceed the previous master..."

This point, Yang Yu wrote it down, but automatically ignored it.

This human race bag was made by Zhang Yuanzhu, and it has been handed down to the present, but it has been more than 30 years. Even if the "former master" refers to Emperor Qianheng, it has been [-] years since the latter succeeded...

"The second type is called 'God Sacrifice'. As the name suggests, it is to build a dharma altar, mobilize the power of ghosts and gods from heaven and earth, and forcibly wash away the traces of predecessors in it.

Generally speaking, those who induce lightning are the majority..."

"God sacrifice."

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.

He remembered that in the territory of Dali, there seemed to be a strange place that was constantly struck by lightning for many years, called 'Wanlei Mountain'.

When he practiced the fusion of soldiers and body training, he almost chose the specialty 'Xuan Lei Stone'.

"The third type is blood sacrifice. One is to use one's own blood, which is similar to the portable sacrifice method, and it may take a long time. The second is to use other people's blood..."

At this point, Wang Muzhi skipped the discussion and talked about the fourth one:

"The last one, and the safest one, is the 'spiritual sacrifice'..."

"Spirit sacrifice? Yes, spirit energy?"

"That's right, it's spirit energy! Spirit energy is the foundation of Taoism. Whether it's a magic weapon or a magic weapon, or even spirit treasures in ancient mythology, they all feed on spirit energy..."

Wang Muzhi described this method in detail, and finally concluded:

"This spiritual sacrifice is like fishing. It uses the spiritual energy as bait to lure the magic weapon. Once it swallows the spiritual energy, it can take the opportunity to enter and imprint its own breath inside."

"It seems to work."

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.

The spiritual qi in the picture of the clear water and cold pool is abundant, at least for now, he can draw three strands from it every day.

Compared with God Sacrifice and Blood Sacrifice, it is much more reliable.

"However, it is still unknown whether and when it will be caught. The refining and sacrificial refining of magic weapons is too troublesome and trivial. However, compared with the practice and mastery of a supernatural power, this price is nothing Nothing to do..."

Handing back the race bag casually, Wang Muzhi had a delicate expression:

"Master Xu once edited and usurped the great canon and read through the royal family's collection. There may be other methods, but he may not be willing to see you..."

"If it weren't for that, I would have gone to see you a long time ago."

Yang Yu sighed.

The Ming Dynasty had been supporting scholars for more than four hundred years. Even though Qianheng did reckless actions, there were still many people who were loyal to the court. Along the way, he had encountered the kind of Confucian scholars who had little martial arts and dared to assassinate.

Just like when he was hunted down by the Six Gates before he took over the Northwest Dao City, Yan Xiaoer, one of the Six Warriors of the Jinyiwei, would show mercy because he had served thousands of families of the Jinyiwei.

But after he took over Northwest Daocheng, his attitude changed drastically...

Being dissatisfied with the emperor does not mean that they are not loyal to Ming Dynasty.

Yan Xiaoer is like this, so is Xu Wenji.

They criticize the government on weekdays, and even dare to write a letter directly denouncing the emperor, but this just shows that they have integrity in their hearts.

Would such a person, just because he was Yang prison who rebelled, accept his head and worship him, and support him with all his strength?
"He has walked this road for most of his life, and he can't and won't turn back..."

Wang Mu felt sad.

If political opinions disagree, father and son can still turn against each other, so what is the exception between master and apprentice?
For more than two years, except for the first day, after that, Xu Wenji never spoke a word to him at all...

"After all, the way is different..."

Yang Yu was silent.

He had respect and gratitude to Xu Wenji, but it was absolutely impossible for him to go back and serve the court again.

He didn't want it himself, and in turn, Xu Wenji didn't want it either.

Therefore, he would not mention it at all...

"It's over here, I will stay in Longyuan for the time being."

Wang Muzhi calmed down:
"Northwest one, the rest of the scene is enough, and Long Yuan will face the army of Sirius, I need to stay..."

"If you need help, just send a letter."

Naturally, Yang Prison would not object.

Aside from other things, he knew the reason why Longyuan is adjacent to the northwest, and his lips are dead and his teeth are cold.

……

After obtaining the method of sacrificial artifacts, Yang Jue bid farewell, found a deserted wilderness, summoned goshawks, white dogs, and released the five ghosts to warn him, then closed his eyes, and was about to try to refine the ritual artifacts.

"Is this the human race bag? I heard that this bag is a world of its own, a small cloth bag that can hold a mountain, and even accommodate tens of thousands of 10,000+ people to live and settle down in it?"

Qin Si was rather curious.

She has also heard a little about the magic weapon of the Ming Dynasty, but it is only limited to the legend.

Magical artifacts are extremely precious, and there is not even one in the Jade Dragon Temple...

"The legend may be exaggerated, but Emperor Qianheng brought 20 troops here with this object, and countless people witnessed it..."

Caressing the cold cloth bag lightly, Yang Jue calmed down.

He didn't rush into it, first he pondered silently in his heart, chewed the method taught by Wang Muzhi many times, and after confirming that it was correct, he agitated his true energy to force out the spirit qi that was bound deep in his body.

Spirit Qi, also known as the foundation of Taoism in ancient times, is an existence that cannot be separated from immortals, Buddhas, monsters, magic weapons, magic weapons, and even divine passages.

Any strand can be touched by very human beings, even if it is him, he has to be careful, if he runs away violently, he may cough up blood, or even get injured if it is serious.

woo~
The moment the spirit qi left the body, Qin Si felt that the surrounding air became very active, as if there was a sign of converging towards this place.

She was keenly aware that the surrounding plants were also squirming, and if they weren't pulled by roots, they might have come together.

"Is this Ling Qi?"

She looked at it carefully.

In the overflowing true energy, the colorless and odorless air vibrates like a living thing, appearing very active.

hum~
When the wisp of spiritual energy approached, Yang Jue clearly felt the human race bag tremble slightly, and the wisp of spiritual energy disappeared instantly.

And under his intense concentration, Tongyou finally glimpsed a trace.

[Acquired Race Bag (Medium Grade Magic Treasure)]

【Category: Nawu】

[Feature: self-contained]

[Nurtured by the spirit energy, it can contain all things in the void, people and animals will lose their power if they enter, water will not stay, fire will not burn...]

[Status: Warming]

[Ling Qi: 1951/48693]

"Mid-grade magic weapon!"

Yang Jue's eyes lit up.

The upper limit of warming energy for a low-grade magic weapon is [-] strands of spiritual qi. For example, the upper limit of warming energy for his golden scissors is [-] strands, and the upper limit of warming energy for this human race bag is actually close to [-] strands!
After a surprise, the next thought was.

"Then Emperor Qianheng is too wasteful, to waste such a treasure..."

Yang Ju shook his head heartily.

Calculating based on the power of the golden jelly scissors, it is enough to hold nearly [-] strands of spiritual qi in the pouch, so powerful that even martial sages would shy away.

But he was beaten so helplessly...

[There are two thousand three hundred and twenty one people, one hundred and forty thousand horses, more than seven thousand and four million catties of gold, silver and iron, and thirty eight million four million stones of grain and grass...]

What is super rich?

Glancing at the list of things stored inside, Yang Jian couldn't help but gasp, the wealth of the entire Northwest Road is probably not as good as what is contained in this bag!
That's all for gold and silver, and carrying 800 million shi of food with you, which is used on the battlefield, is simply terrifying!
Three or four years of rations for an army of one million are packed in this palm-sized cloth bag!

It's just terrifying!
……

……

The Xuanjia ended, the overlord died, the Sirius broke through, and the emperor was captured!
A series of news, like the most violent hurricane in the world, swept across the entire rivers, lakes and temples at an unimaginable speed.

Not only Daming, the two countries outside the Great Wall, and the overseas islands, all those who paid close attention to this battle, as time went by, all learned of this news.

All of a sudden, the undercurrent was raging, and even the dullest person could already smell the coming wind and rain.

Wanlongdao, the capital of gods, is full of stars.

In the night, the whole city is very quiet, only the lights flickering on the flower buildings, accompanied by the interlacing of cups and cups, and the fragrance of makeup and powder permeates the air.

In a certain wing room, a young man with a lazy face climbed out of the pile of makeup, leaned on the window, and overlooked the city.

His eyesight and perception were excellent, he could clearly see the flames rising from the imperial city, and he could also hear the faint shouts of killing.

"It doesn't seem quite right..."

Feeling the unusual breath, Yu Liu felt a little uneasy, and couldn't help fiddling with his fingers, muttering something.

"No, no. The imperial city caught fire and the earth dragon ascended to the sky. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so fast, so early..."

The more he fiddled with his fingers, the more uneasy he felt, and in the end, his brows were twisted into twists:

"It doesn't make sense, how dare Xue Dilong? How dare? Could it be that something happened to the overlord of the old Zhang family?!"

(End of this chapter)