Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

When Zhan Changsheng and Zhanlong were negotiating with the unicorn wood-shaped Spring God, Pan Ci was walking against the wind with the two mortals, crossing the snowfield and heading towards Heishui City.

When I was looking at the dark and towering city wall on the top of the peak, suddenly a burst of vigorous vitality gushed out from the top of the peak, swiftly and silently, and spread towards the sky and the earth in all directions.

In a blink of an eye, the snowfield is covered with greenery, and the spring is endless.

The hunter's eyes were wide open, his dark face was full of surprises, his fingers clenched the hunting knife, and he said in a trembling voice: "Chunshen... Chunshen is saved!"

Pan Ci didn't know why, before he could open his mouth, suddenly a green light filled his body, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then changed his location again.That place is in the middle of dense forests, with numerous fruits on the top of the head, gurgling streams under the feet, fragrant flowers and green leaves, it is so beautiful that it looks like a fairyland.

Pan Ci remained calm, just stood there, looking around with his spiritual sense, but was blocked by layers of thick green vines.His slender fingers curled slightly, his sword energy was ready to be released, and he asked in a deep voice: "All the saints are here, why don't you show your real body and meet each other frankly?"

There was silence for a while, only the wind blew through the forest tops, singing like a song, which added a bit of tranquility and loneliness to this empty mountain forest.

As soon as Pan Cifu took a step, the vines were entwined and blocked the way forward intentionally. The mysterious purple light in the sword cultivator's palm quickly opened the vines, and several arms-thin branches fell to the ground. They twisted and struggled like snakes, and gradually turned into light The fog gathered and elongated into a serpentine shape.As the mist condensed, it turned into a long golden snake.

The long golden snake was several feet long and as thick as an adult man's calf. Its eyes were blood red like flames, and its fangs were snow white and cold.The hissing sound is like a steel string trembling rapidly, with a particularly sharp feeling.

Pan Ci narrowed his eyes to look at it, facing the golden snake, he read a bit of a playful smile from its pupils.

"Pan Ci." The golden long snake hissed, and the snake's letter was hesitant and inexplicable, "Are you willing?"

Pan Cicai wanted to cut it, but he was covered by a strong spiritual pressure like Mount Tai, and he felt a sense of fear that he could not move. This tyrannical sword cultivator, who did not change his face when facing hundreds of fellow monks, inevitably changed his face, his knees trembled slightly, and finally half-kneeled in the grass, with his palms on the ground.

Pan Ciqiang used his spiritual power to fight against the invisible weight, and barely supported his body, but his shirt was unavoidably wet with sweat, and crystal beads of sweat slid off his forehead one by one.

He shouted hoarsely: "Where is the monster, messing with my mind!"

It was hard to hide the fear in the tone of his voice. This golden snake seemed ordinary, but it possessed infinite spiritual power, and it continuously oppressed his shoulders.Absolutely not... the work of demons.

The golden snake raised its tail, stretched it slowly towards Pan Ci, lifted his chin lightly, and still hissed and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter where I come from and where I go. Pan Ci, where are you from?" The family of cultivating immortals is born with outstanding roots and outstanding aptitude. If you go out, you will be admired and envied by all people, and if you enter, you will enjoy peerless immortal magic and elixir. In your eyes, it is even worse than a broken gun, are you really willing?"

Pan Ci's hair was heavy on his shoulders, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and his arms were bulging with veins. While resisting with all his strength, he said in a hoarse voice: "Changsheng is different from others... The Dragon Slaying Spear is also unparalleled in the world."

The golden snake's tail brushed against Pan Ci's neck, and they frivolously rubbed each other, while still hissing and laughing: "The mortal secret, the three impermanent dragon-slaying spears, slaying people, slaying ghosts, and slaying dragons have all been completed, so they can be refined. The power of slaughtering gods can break through the barriers of the kingdom of gods, and one day, they will kill the king of gods. Therefore, mortals like you are delusional and greedy, and want to grab guns and seize them. It really is... the ambition should be high, It's a pity to overestimate yourself."

Pan Ci's complexion changed suddenly, his originally fair and fair face turned livid, his arms trembled, and he was about to be crushed to the ground by the heavy pressure, but the invisible heavy pressure suddenly disappeared, and he lost his focus to fight against the spiritual power, and suddenly The meridian ran wild in the dantian, Pan Ci didn't check it for a while, he was hit hard, his heart was severely injured, and he spit out blood with a wow.He still suppressed the severe pain in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "You... how do you know?"

The snake's head approached swiftly, the snake's letter forked in two, lightly licked the blood from the corner of Pan Ci's mouth, and said with a light smile, "I know everything, know everything, be omnipotent, and be omnipresent. You are a clown who wants to be with God in vain. The king resists, he does not hesitate to violate his conscience, abandons his integrity, rebels against the motherland, and kills like hemp... It is really interesting."

Pan Ci only felt that when the snake head approached, a vigorous spiritual force came from the snake letter, slowly penetrated into the skin, repaired the damaged heart veins, and finally gradually eased the injury.The gentle and strong spiritual power made Pan Ci feel a little warm and intoxicating, and he was intoxicated with a sense of beauty, but his complexion became more and more serious, his heart beat like a drum, and he stared closely at the blood-red eyes of the golden snake , tremblingly said: "You... Are you... Could it be..."

His lips were dry and chapped, but he opened and closed several times, but he didn't dare to say the secret name.

The golden snake was noncommittal, hissing sharply and mockingly, piercing Pan Ci's eardrums, the surrounding scenery gradually faded, it still smiled in a frivolous tone: "Although you want to kill two birds with one stone, but that foolish mortal is not willing to do what you want , then Zhan Changsheng, what virtue and ability, can be the master of the Dragon Slaying Spear, and even use it as a battle, and don't take you seriously——Pan Ci, are you really willing?"

Pan Ci's spiritual consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and he felt that the pair of blood-red eyes in front of him were getting bigger and bigger, almost swallowing him, he replied blankly: "How can I... be willing!"

At the end, the tone is sonorous, and there is a bit of decisive meaning.

The dragon-slaying spear with the prophecy of slaughtering the gods is certainly exciting, but the silent and cold young man is also moving him. Pan Ci saw that the relationship between one person and one spear is extraordinary, so he played the wishful thinking that if you develop longevity, you will get the magic spear abacus.

He knows that this matter can only be taken slowly, if he intends to please, and then compared with that rough and cold magic gun, it will be clear at a glance which one is better and worse, why worry about Zhan Changsheng not voluntarily entering the urn?

Pan Ci clearly planned well, but now he could not help but waver after hearing the golden snake's eloquent words.

Seeing him shaken, the golden snake smiled happily. The snake twisted and danced in mid-air like joy, and suddenly retracted into its mouth. When it spit out again, there was a pearl-like cyan bead on the fork.He also coaxed: "If you are not willing, I will help you."

Pan Ci's lips parted slightly before he said, "This..."

The warm red letter had already slipped into his mouth, pushing the cyan bead into his throat, Pan Ci was startled, he felt hot spiritual energy rolling down his chest from his throat, spreading and burning like wildfire all the way, straight to his dantian.

When he came back to his senses, Fang Jue felt the bone-chilling coldness, penetrating to the marrow, so that a layer of hoarfrost formed on his skin, and Pan Ci's body trembled from the cold.

The surrounding visions dissipated, and the flowers, fruits, golden snakes, and vines and streams disappeared, but the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the Cangming Realm reappeared, and the spring was brilliant.

The spring sun was warm, shining on Pan Ci, and it took a long time before he regained his composure.

When Jianxiu got up and looked around, he noticed something strange.He didn't know how many years he had been trapped by the golden snake, towering trees had grown all around, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and a little bit of sunlight shone through the branches and leaves, which had a special atmosphere.

Pan Ci's heart was gloomy, but he didn't have time to look around, so he had to sit cross-legged on the spot and move around quickly to melt away the coldness in the dantian. .

Therefore, the two mortals who heard the news knelt in front of them one after another. First, the vegetation grew wildly, but after a while, the snow field turned into a grassland, and the grassland grew into a forest. Then, the purple air came from the east, and the immortal came.

The Orion man and the young Jin Bao are worthy of being the residents of the Cangming Realm, they have encountered upheavals, but they are still calm and composed, kneeling down and prostrating like a ritual, devoutly worshiping immortals.

The sword cultivator opened his eyes suddenly, and a long and narrow bright lavender sword light flew out from between his brows, and turned towards the necks of the two of them. Suddenly, the two heads rolled to the ground, and a waterfall of blood rose into the sky.

Pan Ci's eyes were dark, with no whites left. He only glanced at the two limp corpses lying on the ground, and then looked at the blue sky beyond the jungle.

In the southeast sky, a large black cloud is still in the sky, and it is the black dragon that stops and casts a shadow on the ground.

Pan Ci's jet-black eyes suddenly became hot, almost as if they were on fire, and he called out again in a low voice: "Dragon Slaying Spear...Longevity..." Between words, it was difficult to hide his desire.

If you go back to more than half an hour ago, it happened to be the time when Zhan Changsheng was crying.

When the young man was emotional, for some reason, he activated the divine spring, and the cold water drops fell on the black dragon scales, and then rolled down the smooth dragon scales, straight to the ground.

More than half of the water drops seeped into the crevices of the dragon scales, and only one drop fell on the ground.

This is just a drop of the divine spring, but it has brought about earth-shaking changes in the Cangming world.

It seems that the vicissitudes of life are just a snap of the fingers, and the green carpet covers the wasteland, and the trees grow strong and crazily, and they grow into towering giant trees in a blink of an eye.

The black dragon with a long tail looked down at the verdant land from mid-air, and he couldn't help snorting coldly: "You are so generous, just swaying the divine spring carelessly."

After Zhan Changsheng calmed down, he was also shocked by the verdant forest in front of him and was speechless for a while.Then he said: "...your bloody karma fire is so terrifying."

The same amount of divine spring can change the entire appearance of a foreign world, but it can only offset half of the flames of the blood curse that Zhan Long has cast.Calculating in this way, the divine spring used to get rid of the evil of blood can actually nourish thousands of alien worlds.

Zhan Long was silent for a moment, but then hummed: "The Lord of Myriad Realms, that's all."

Zhan Changsheng coughed lightly, lowered his eyes in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "The Lord of Myriad Worlds is exaggerating, brother, don't make fun of it."

The black dragon didn't answer, just swung its tail, the dragon's chant shook the sky and the earth, thousands of mountains trembled suddenly, and ten thousand trees fell down.The black dragon led Zhan Changsheng through the clouds, and landed on the top of the huge unicorn tree standing out from the flock in the vast forest.

The branches hang down densely like green silk ribbons. On the top of the tree crown, a scholar in green shirt sits cross-legged, raises his face and smiles at one person and one dragon: "The Cangming Realm is grateful for the great kindness of the two, and must set up a memorial tablet. Pray."

He raised his hand again, and sent something into the air, slowly floating in front of Zhan Changsheng.

Zhan Changsheng raised his hand to catch it, but it turned out to be a three-finger-wide and one-foot-long black blue stone tablet. The surface of the tablet was densely engraved with unknown symbols. It was bitingly cold, but as light as a feather.

The water leaf boat caressed the crown of the tree, and his eyes were lowered, as if penetrating through the layers of shaded branches and leaves, looking to the ground. The scholar said softly: "There will be no Black Water City, nor the Lord of the World, and this soul-suppressing tablet will be useless." , it is better to give it to someone who is destined."

Zhan Changsheng accidentally obtained a magic weapon, full of curiosity, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "How to use it?"

Shuiyezhou sent another willow leaf as green as a fine emerald, and taught all the usages.

It turns out that this soul-suppressing stele can collect and nourish souls, and refine them into ghost soldiers for their own use.The black-clothed monks led by the world lord before were all ghost soldiers made from this material. Now that the world lord died, the ghost soldiers would naturally disperse, and the soul-suppressing monument was empty.

Zhan Long said: "With this magic weapon in hand, we can compete with the underworld for souls in the future, and have a good time."

Zhan Changsheng smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, why make enemies everywhere."

Back then, when Zhanlong forcibly brought him back from the underworld at the price of a piece of broken blade, now Zhanlong not only doesn't want to resolve it, but wants to push forward, it seems like a malicious provocation.

But Zhan Long said: "If your mortal relatives and colleagues don't snatch them back, they will go to reincarnation at some point, and heaven and man will be separated forever, and we will never see each other again."

Zhan Changsheng's heart was startled, and then warmed up. It turned out that Zhan Long's actions were all for him, so he made up his mind that sooner or later he would go to the underworld to make a big fuss.

He thanked Shui Yezhou, and put the soul-suppressing tablet into the Qiankun ring, and seeing the scholar's expression was peaceful, without any sorrow, he asked again: "The world master..."

Shui Yezhou just raised his head to look at him, and his eyes were full of water, which made people's heart move. The Spring God said with a smile: "Fortunately, I left a trace of consciousness and hid in the ground to recuperate. I have made up my mind to stay here for the next six months. The ground helps the vegetation to grow, and goes underground for half a year to be with him."

Zhan Changsheng's eyes were serious, but he just clasped his hands with Shui Yezhou, "Your Excellency's request for benevolence is gratifying."

After saying goodbye, the black dragon turned around and flew to the end of the Cangming world with Zhan Changsheng.

At the end, there were indeed twelve golden gates standing majestically. Pan Ci stood a hundred feet away with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for the two of them to come.

Zhan Changsheng fell to the ground, and said coldly, "Why don't you use the formation map?"

Pan Cirou sighed with a smile, but could only shake his head, "It will take a few hours before I can use it again, and now I have to rely on Fellow Daoist Changsheng."

Zhan Changsheng had no choice but to take out the array plate and side blade, and the simple compass lit up with a silver light, pointing directly at a door with a portrait of a young man painted on it.

Zhan Changsheng closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "It's true."

Pan Ci and Zhan Long unknowingly said in unison: "What's wrong?"

The two looked at each other, and it was as if sharp knives clashed in the silent place, sparks flew everywhere.

Zhan Changsheng didn't notice it at all, he just paid attention to the opening of the door, and asked suddenly, "Do you know what the twelve signs of the zodiac are?"

The two of them shook their heads, but they didn't hear anything about it.

Zhan Changsheng became more and more firm in his guess.

When you first entered Wangshan Formation, you came across the dead place where the dead gather. There is a sea crab painted on the golden gate, which coincides with the legend that the giant crab is connected with the world of the dead.

In the second world, monsters are like a wave, but lion heads are respected, and the golden gate is also painted with a lion. Isn't it a metaphor for Leo?

The name of the three realms is Cangming, and the realm presides over the stele of suppressing souls and is in charge of dead souls, which is almost the same as the king of Hades in Xiyi mythology.The queen of the underworld is the queen of the goddess of harvest, who was forcibly married by the king of the underworld and stayed in the underworld.Therefore, the earth was frozen and the people were in distress.

After several twists and turns, they compromised and stayed on the ground for the second half of the year. At that time, grass grew and warblers flew on the ground, and flowers and fruits were fruitful. They lived in the underworld for half a year. At that time, it was cold and snowy.

The symbol of the queen of the underworld is one of the zodiac houses...

Zhan Changsheng's eyes swept across the twelve gates one by one, and the lines with unclear meanings were very clear in his eyes now.

The lines are different in color, or the head of a sheep and the body of a fish, or two people facing each other, or a bull's head, or a poisonous scorpion with a high tail needle...all are symbols of the zodiac.

Zhan Changsheng's line of sight finally fell on a golden door with a picture of Taiji painted on it.

Taiji diagram, yin and yang fish, is for, Pisces.

This unknown senior from the Tang Dynasty combined the Chinese and Western cultures of the Western Yi and Eastern Tang to create this complex and troublesome mountain-watching formation. It seems to be a very interesting person.

Zhan Changsheng clasped his fingers tightly on the formation plate, but he couldn't hide the chills on his back.He seemed to be caught in a deep vortex, a terrifying conspiracy. For a while, he couldn't see through the truth, and was only played by others.