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This rattan looked so familiar. It was the tool that Old Man Yang had taught him since childhood. It was too late for Hua Zhenxing to hide, so he could only twist his body as much as possible and reach out to block it.

After breaking through to Dacheng cultivation level, his abilities have indeed become much greater. He could not block or dodge before. Now he actually let his butt pass, and was slapped hard on his right forearm by the cane, making a snap. A crisp sound.

Old Man Yang scolded: "You dare to drill into the Donghua Demon Refining Gourd? You don't know how high the sky is! How did I educate you since you were a child? You are a naughty kid who only cares about food but not about beatings!"

If it were an ordinary cane hitting the body, it would be no different from scratching an itch for Hua Zhenxing now. But this cane was different. Not only did it hurt him, it even interrupted the spell he was about to cast.

This is the Yangyuan Valley Cave Heaven. The cave sky is built based on the Fufeng Pan Formation, and Hua Zhenxing is the master of the Fufeng Pan. In the Yangyuan Valley Cave Heaven, he is simply an invincible existence... but in the end, Old Man Yang was beaten.

Relying on the Yangyuan Valley Formation, within the scope of the cave sky, Hua Zhenxing can travel freely after breaking through the Dacheng. As long as his spiritual thoughts can reach him, he can appear in that place in the next moment, which can barely be regarded as a kind of teleportation.

This requires a large formation to activate the Fufeng Pan's magical effect. He just saw that the situation was not good and wanted to run away. This is what he was about to use. Who can hit the master of the Fufeng Pan here?

But there are still people in this world who do not believe in evil. Yang Tehong has done it. Who told him that the old man is also in the Fufeng Pan Formation at this moment. It was naturally impossible to fight back, but Hua Zhenxing couldn't just stand and get beaten.

Ke Fuzi once taught him the principle of "suffering a little but walking away". Since he can't travel through the large formation space, he can just rush out with his body skills. As long as his spell casting is no longer interrupted by Old Man Yang, he can still teleport away in the next moment. Wait until Old Man Yang calms down before talking.

Old Man Yang couldn't do it here. He turned around and tried to get around Ke Fuzi. His steps were extremely flexible and his body was as fast as a phantom. Ke Mengchao was worthy of being a master. He was not as excited as Old Man Yang, but his face sank slightly and he had already raised his hands.

A ruler appeared out of thin air in Ke Fuzi's hand. Hua Zhenxing was too late to hide. He was hit on the head with a snap by the ruler. Although he was not injured, his body and mind were shaken and stars appeared in front of his eyes.

Master Ke shouted: "A gentleman will be happy if he hears it. What are you afraid of?"

How could Hua Zhenxing not be afraid? He even blocked Old Man Yang's cane with his hand, but Ke Fuzi's ruler couldn't even be blocked. He was like sending his forehead to it himself.

Old Man Yang's cane and Master Ke's ruler were something Hua Zhenxing had learned from a young age. Now it is known that they are genuine artifacts. He was actually beaten to death by the artifacts. Who would believe it?

Hua Zhenxing was also quite impressive. After receiving two blows from the divine weapon, he was still able to hold his head and turn around, rushing towards where Uncle Mo was standing, trying to jump out between Yang Tehong and Mo Shangtong.

Mo Shangtong was usually stern and unsmiling, which made people feel uncomfortable getting close to him. But Hua Zhenxing knew very well that Uncle Mo had the most kind-hearted temper. Although he was scolded by him for being naughty when he was a child, Uncle Mo never beat him.

Uncle Mo is a craftsman. He seems to be able to make all kinds of daily utensils, repair anything, and use all tools. However, he has never seen his old man use a magic weapon. He probably doesn't have scary things like rattan or ruler. Bar?

Unfortunately, Hua Zhenxing thought wrongly. Uncle Mo stretched out his hand, and a stick appeared out of thin air. He said calmly: "If you make a mistake, you have to face it. Escape is not the way to solve the problem."

This stick looks like a peeled tree stick, about the thickness of an egg. It seems to have been played with for many years. The surface looks like a bright yellow patina has been plated, and it is only about shoulder length.

Uncle Mo held it in his hand like a stick. Hua Zhenxing, who was proficient in five-style stick strikes, couldn't even see clearly how the old man used the stick. He swung the stick and hit him on his left shoulder.

There was no sound, and it seemed that he didn't have the strength of Lian Jiazi. Uncle Mo was lifting the weight as if it were light. The stick was light and airy when it touched his shoulder. Hua Zhenxing felt that it was not even solid.

It seemed that what was hit with the stick was not his shoulder, but his body and spirit. He seemed to be suppressed by an invisible mountain. Even his spirit, energy and magic were not functioning smoothly, let alone using his body skills to escape. He threw his butt backwards. He sat back on the small bench.

Uncle Mo's cane followed him like a shadow, always resting on his shoulder and never leaving. The invisible mountain was always pressing down on him. Only then did Hua Zhenxing notice that it had started to rain lightly in Yangyuan Valley outside the pavilion.

This series of changes is a bit complicated to say, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye. With Hua Zhenxing's great cultivation and such dexterous skills, how long would it take to twist his butt, turn around, and then change direction?

Sitting on the small bench and unable to get up, Old Man Yang's cane and Master Ke's ruler were raised again. Hua Zhenxing could only lament that he was surrounded by three such masters and beat them with three artifacts, let alone It's him. Even if Sun Wukong comes, he can't stand it!

"Look what this is!"

Hua Zhenxing, who was in a hurry, quickly poured something out of the gourd. Judging from the posture, it was pouring out of the gourd. However, the gourd was so small, and the object looked larger than the gourd, which attracted the attention of the three old men. .

Hua Zhenxing felt that his speaking speed was too slow and he was sending spiritual thoughts. There were two more snaps, and the cane and ruler still hit, but the attention of the three old men was also attracted, and they temporarily stopped their hands and put away the scary guy.

The thing in Hua Zhenxing's hand looks very much like a five-qi pill in shape and color, but it changes between transparent and translucent, because its color flows like aura, forming the shape of a ball in motion, giving people an illusory feeling. A sense of reality.

Hua Zhenxing twisted his shoulders and neck, secretly using magic power to soothe his body and mind, and asked: "What is this? I feel like the Dacheng Demon Pill Xuan Mizhu mentioned that day."

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Hua Zhenxing made a breakthrough in Dacheng cultivation. The three old men were at the grocery store. Manman also came. During lunch, they cooked a table of food and drank wine to celebrate. They talked about many things, from the beast Qilin to the cultivation of monsters. , also mentioned the demon pill.

The so-called demon pill cannot be understood by ordinary people's common sense. It does not mean that there is a mysterious pill in the monster's belly, but it cannot be said that it does not exist. It is a characteristic of the monster's false form cultivation.

The so-called practice of disguised form usually refers to transforming into a human form. There have been many such descriptions in supernatural literature since ancient times. The false form is just transformed into a human form, not a real human body. Its original body is still a variety of monsters.

Usually only demon cultivators from the Four Realms have such means. False form cultivation is not a simple spell, nor is it an illusion. For example, Hua Zhenxing's magical transformation technique can also change one's appearance, but it is different from the false form of a monster.

If it is a simple technique, it cannot be used continuously for many years. In that case, not to mention a Four Realm Demon Cultivator, not even Hua Zhenxing can withstand it.

The spirit and magic power outside the original body are condensed into the demon pill. The original body also relies on the demon pill to transform into a human form. This is a magical power unique to monsters.

Therefore, it is not that there is an inner elixir in the monster's stomach. The demon elixir is integrated with the form and spirit, which is a state of cultivation, just like the unity of the soul and the vitality mentioned in the Tao of Alchemy.

Monsters that change into human forms usually live in human form and practice. They do not need to consume divine energy and mana to maintain this change, so it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish them.

But the demon pill can also be condensed into shape, and even the magic weapon of one's own life can be refined. For example, it is described in many legends of monsters that the vixen spit out a white light from its mouth and turned into dripping beads at the moon, while the beautiful woman turned into a furry fox.

A demon cultivator who loses the demon elixir is equivalent to a damage to his cultivation, and will be knocked back to his original body, losing the unique ability of demons to change. The demon elixir is intangible when combined with the form and spirit. When the life magic weapon is sacrificed, it is approximately visible.

Those who like to argue may want to ask again, if monsters can take the form of humans, then people can’t take the form of monsters? For example, a living person turns into a horse that can gallop, or turns into an eagle that can fly...

Hua Zhenxing was this kid who liked to argue. He asked about it at the wine table, and it turned out that there really was such an ancient magic trick.

The art of nourishing the essence practiced by Hua Zhenxing was inherited from the ancient Jinghua Jue. In the era when the Jinghua Jue appeared, there were also ancient monks who practiced another technique called the Swallowing Form Jue.

The beauty of swallowing shapes lies in observing the changes in all creatures and beings, and can imitate the natal magical powers of various demon cultivators. It is said that when one reaches a high level of cultivation, one can also transform into the original forms of various monsters, thereby possessing all kinds of incredible means.

At that time, Manman asked again, if a monster takes on a demonic form and practices cultivation, he needs to condense the demon elixir. So if a person assumes a demonic form, does he need to condense the human elixir? Condensing demon elixirs is convenient, usually only in the form of a human being, and there are all kinds of demon cultivators in the world, so how many kinds of human elixirs need to be condensed?

The three old men were all amused by her, and each explained something.

The shape-swallowing technique does have this drawback. There are various methods of swallowing shapes. For example, the shape of swallowing a tiger is different from the shape of swallowing a horse, and they need to be practiced separately. As for various methods of swallowing shapes, they can be taught by spiritual masters.

Manman continued to ask, since there is a spiritual master's biography, there must be two prerequisites, one is that the master has mastered it, and the other is that the master also has great cultivation. So there must be a source of pursuit from generation to generation. Where did the earliest form-swallowing method come from?

The answer, of course, is that the master came to his own realization and creation, which probably came from some sudden whim, just like the question Hua Zhenxing asked at the beginning. In fact, even if the method of swallowing shapes can be learned from a master, it is best to learn it with the help of one thing, which is the Xuan Mizhu.

The so-called Xuan Mizhu is the Dacheng Demon Pill. It sounds so cruel! In later generations, the Shape Swallowing Technique gradually ceased to be transmitted openly, because the system of secret method cultivation became more and more complete and sophisticated, and there was no need for this cumbersome but deeply flawed method.

There are too many restrictions on practicing the Shape Swallowing Technique, and it is actually not very useful. The magical powers of various monsters are actually no match for the monks' superb magic methods, and it is not very helpful in improving the realm of cultivation.

Only then did Hua Zhenxing know what Xuan Mizhu was, but it was too difficult to get such a thing. It is impossible for a Dacheng monster to condense this natal essence into shape and give it to others. As for killing monsters and obtaining elixirs, in many cases it is even more difficult to even think about.

If an ordinary monster is killed, the demon elixir cannot be left behind. It will disappear along with the form and spirit. The situation is the same for Dacheng demon cultivators who are killed. They can even die together by self-destructing the Mysterious Mizhu.

Only under two circumstances is it possible to obtain the Xuan Mizhu. One is that a Dacheng demon cultivator used the Xuan Mizhu as his natal magic weapon to attack the enemy. At this time, his original body was instantly killed, but the Xuan Mizhu could not recover its form and spirit.

Such Xuan Mizhu will also turn into essence and disperse when the Dacheng Demon Cultivator is beheaded, so it needs to be immediately sealed with divine thoughts and refined with special techniques before it can be preserved.

What is the use of Xuan Mizhu? It's hard to say. It is a special magic weapon in itself. If it is integrated into a magic weapon, its magical effect can have the magical power of the demon cultivator.

There is another way to obtain the Xuan Mizhu, that is, the demon cultivator voluntarily leaves the Xuan Mizhu behind. As for the reason, it is difficult to say, and only the demon king or above can do it.

The so-called demon king refers to demon cultivators above the eighth realm. The eight realms of cultivation have been reborn, and they are actually transcending the race. They are not only practicing under the guise of a human body, they can even transform into a real human body. At this time, the Xuan Mizhu contains the mysterious supernatural powers of the original body.

If the demon king is killed, the soul can retreat and hide in the Xuan Mizhu. This is equivalent to leaving the Xuan Mizhu in the world, and it is also equivalent to leaving a glimmer of hope for oneself.

If someone gets such a mysterious bead, be careful. It may not be a blessing or a disaster. The person who holds it may be bewitched by the spirit of the monster, or even be directly taken away by it.

As for the Xuan Mizhu that Hua Zhenxing took out, of course there is no demonic soul left in it, because it comes from a world where life is extinct. Even if it originally contained the remaining soul of the demon, it has long since been wiped out.

Old Man Yang stretched out his hand to take the Xuan Mizhu, frowned and said: "Is it really the Xuan Mizhu, picked up from the world in the gourd? You are so brave, you dare to pick this thing casually!"

As soon as the Xuan Mizhu reached Old Man Yang's hands, it immediately disappeared. In fact, it was still there, but ordinary people couldn't see it. Hua Zhenxing had just used a method similar to the imperial weapon to activate it to make it appear. Although it is not visible at the moment, it can be detected with spiritual thoughts.

Hua Zhenxing said with a smile: "As I said just now, the world in the gourd is extinct. If it is a Xuan Mizhu, of course it is not dangerous. I will just take one out for you to take care of.

Even if there is a problem, how can a mere monster or god make some small splash in front of you? I didn't touch these things casually in the world of Gourd just now. "

Yang Tehong: "You are so sensible! Are these things still in there?"

Hua Zhenxing: "There are also Laoduo, they are everywhere!"

"Give me the gourd!" Yang Tehong took the golden gourd and disappeared instantly, only to see a small golden gourd hovering where the old man was holding it.

Master Ke snorted: "How can you enter the Donghua Demon Refining Gourd without permission when you are just educating your children? But in the blink of an eye, you went in recklessly!"

Mo Shangtong: "I have received the artifact inheritance from Xiaohua, and I understand the situation inside. Xiaohua can come in and out without any problems, and of course there is no problem with Lao Yang. This is not reckless..."

Hua Zhenxing: "Mr. Yang moved too fast. I still have questions to ask."

Ke Mengchao: "If you have any questions, ask me too."

Hua Zhenxing: "Mr. Donghua suppressed evil spirits, which happened a thousand or hundreds of years ago. Mr. Yang said that Donghua was his teacher and taught him how to practice the Essence Art, and he can be regarded as my ancestor... So how old is Mr. Yang? How old are you?"

The two old men looked at each other, and Ke Mengchao smiled and said: "Who said that the ancients from thousands of years ago can't give guidance to today's people? In fact, speaking of it, you just received guidance from Mr. Donghua, otherwise how could you get the inheritance of the Demon Refining Gourd? "

Hua Zhenxing: "Oh, is this okay? That's indeed the truth!"

Mo Shangtong added: "You are already a Dacheng monk, what's the fuss about this kind of thing? The auspicious beast Mo Qilin in Dingfeng Pond is still the mount of Bai Ziwang, the founder of the sect thousands of years ago. Sima Zhi also met Get over it.”

The two old men definitely didn't lie, but they didn't say certain words either. Unfortunately, Hua Zhenxing was still young and didn't hear it at the moment.

Hua Zhenxing had just entered the Demon Refining Gourd for about an hour, but Old Man Yang had only been in for a few minutes before his figure suddenly reappeared where he had just stood, still holding the golden gourd in his hand, as if he had never left at all.

After Yang Tehong came out, he waved his left hand, and a field of mysterious pearls appeared in the sky above the three people in the pavilion, each with its own splendor like stars. However, the old man turned his head and scolded Hua Zhenxing: "You don't know how to count? They are everywhere. , there are only ninety-nine in total!”