Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Raise your head three feet, the altar emerges, dragon and snake ancient seals, mysterious inscriptions looming in the incense.

Sacrifice the Great Black Snake, and get the reward "King Yaksha"

A mechanical voice resounded in Zhou Dao's mind.

The golden light fell, and a huge amount of information poured into Zhou Dao's sea of ​​consciousness.

Even with his Cultivation Base, he felt a splitting headache, blue veins appeared on his temples, and the Blood Qi in his body gradually boiled.

"Soul Mystery Technique... It turned out to be Divine Soul Mystery..." Zhou Dao was very excited.

He had already heard about the Divine Soul Secret Technique, and he was fascinated by it, but such secret techniques were hard to find in the world.

In today's battle, Ming Jianbo's "Spirit Snake Yin Mother Sword" belongs to a kind of spiritual mystery.

Evolving the spirit snake magic sword with the soul, the yin hides the Tao, and the ghosts are difficult to guard against, and almost took Zhou Dao away.

If it wasn't for him shaking his body with the "Little Lei Yuanjing", causing his soul to return to his body, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Although the soul is the most insidious power, it can still affect real matter, especially flesh and blood life.

There are many Sects in the world, and not every faction has the secret art of the soul, and even if there is, it is impossible to teach it easily.

"It's really lucky that I got it."

Zhou Dao couldn't wait, and Insight obtained the "King Yaksha".

This secret is mainly a lot of rune, mudra, Meditation and so on.

The most important thing is an ancient portrait. It is a tall and skeleton-like ghost, holding an iron fork, with a flame on his head, a leather bag wrapped around his waist, stuffed with dead bones, and corpses everywhere.

This is King Yaksha.

According to rumors, this is an evil spirit, born in disasters such as famine and war.

Those souls who died in vain gathered together, burrowed into the deep mountains, inhaled enough earth energy, stole the dragon veins, nourished their spirits with the power of heaven and earth, and forged their bodies with the essence of the sun and the moon.

Once transformed, the supernatural power is unparalleled, and it is one of the most terrifying monsters in history.

There are records about Yaksha in the "Yokiji Work Manual".

This kind of monster feeds on evil ghosts and monsters. There is a pocket around his waist. It is said that it is made from the skin of the land and is specially used to hold bones.

If one day, the bag is full of bones, it means that Yaksha is about to perish, and 100,000 souls will be buried with him.

This is the king of evil spirits, whose appearance represents disaster and ominousness.

If mortals see it in the mountain, they will turn into ghosts, their emotions will be reversed, Yin & Yang will be confused, and they will never be supernatural, so they will stay in that mountain forever.

In ancient times, there was a Power who subdued Yaksha, transformed him into a Dharma protector, and wrote scriptures to describe the image of the god.

Therefore, for many beliefs, Yaksha is not a ghost, but a god.

This is a mysterious existence that combines demon and divinity.

"Yaksha eats evil ghosts, purgatory turns the world, I am the devil of the ten directions, and the hundred ghosts worship my king!"

Zhou Dao looked at the dharma image of King Yaksha, and was fascinated. He was completely immersed in the cultivation method of this spiritual mystery.

He sits cross-legged like dead wood, his hands are imprinted, and he guides his soul with a strange posture.

Gradually, his breathing became slower and slower, and his heart beat at a strange and specific frequency.

In a trance, there seems to be a light in front of it, like a line.

Zhou Dao raised his hand to touch it, the light became brighter and brighter, and in a blink of an eye, it filled every corner.

At this moment, Zhou Dao felt that his body was extremely light, like a feather.

Soul Expanding Aperture!

Zhou Dao lowered his head and saw "self" sitting cross-legged in the house, his body undulating, and Blood Qi was running Zhou Dao.

Everything in the house is clearly visible.

This feeling has never been seen before.

Zhou Dao flew higher and higher, and the voices of the nearby houses and even the people in the houses were clearly visible and audible.

"Damn, you don't have a fire to cook at night, so you don't have to go to work tomorrow?"

The neighbor next door patted the table and taught his wife a lesson.

"The night tour of the soul, it can be seen that the power of the soul is so mysterious..." Zhou Dao sighed.

The spirit is indeterminate, invisible, inaudible, unknowable, invisible... It is difficult to cultivate.

But this power continues to grow, and it can still affect reality, even matter.

Just like Ming Jianbo's Spirit Snake Yin Mother Sword, if it hurts the soul, the blood Qi of the flesh will also wither.

Even, the soul is shattered, the body is dead and the Tao is eliminated, which is more dangerous than the usual fight.

The so-called fighting method is like this, in a single thought, the winner will be divided.

As soon as he thought of his soul, Wanfa all came from it.

"King Yaksha, meditate at ease."

Zhou Dao's eyes widened, and he visualized the dharma image of King Yaksha.

In an instant, King Yaksha appeared in front of him, with green face and fangs, holding an iron fork, white bones and red flames, walking towards him.

At the same time, the gloomy wind was blowing, and Zhou Dao heard the screams from the sky, and the evil spirits from The Underworld were released, and they were about to rush out of the underworld capital.

The dripping blood gradually defiled the world, but it was all wreckage and broken arms.

"not good!"

Zhou Dao's complexion changed suddenly, he was sweating coldly, his thoughts were reversed, and his mind was suddenly lost.

King Yaksha represents fear, calamity, resentment and ominousness.

The bones and skeletons, all return to the ghost, the seven emotions burn the body, and the human heart does not exist.

hum...

Zhou Dao's body fell suddenly, extremely heavy, and countless lights and shadows flickered in front of his eyes.

The weakest part of the piece was thoroughly stimulated.

Summer night, Taoism.

It rained heavily and thunder rumbled.

The young Zhou Dao hid in the dilapidated Taoist temple, covering his head with tiles, and his roots could not stop such a heavy rain.

In front of him, a shadow is pressing across, huge.

Young Zhou Dao looked up.

This is a tall man, wearing a hoodie and a hat, coming through the wind and rain, exuding an icy aura.

At that time, Zhou Dao only felt incomparable fear, trembling, like a chicken to be slaughtered, even his body couldn't help himself, and he couldn't help shaking.

He didn't know who the man in front of him was, but standing in front of him made him feel unstoppable fear.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Dao rolled his eyes and passed out.

When he woke up again, the rain had stopped, and he was lying on the bed, the room was dimly lit and extremely warm.

Sitting beside the bed was an old Taoist priest with a pale head, a dirty Taoist robe and a unkempt face.

"Master... Someone came in..." Zhou Dao said weakly.

The feeling just now was a despair he had never experienced before, as if he had fallen into the sea, no matter how hard he struggled, there was no hope of life.

For young Zhou Dao, it was a lingering fear.

"I know, it's all right now." The old Taoist sullenly patted Xiao Zhou Dao's head, "Go to sleep, forget everything when you wake up."

Speaking, the old Taoist stood up and walked outside.

"Master, where are you going?" Zhou Dao was a little scared and couldn't help asking timidly.

"kill!!"