After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

Spirit lacquer tree, the sixth-grade spiritual plant, the leaves will ooze special juice when they breathe in the morning and evening, and they will be diluted and mixed with clean water to form the so-called spirit lacquer.

A hundred-year-old lacquer tree can produce so little lacquer every day that it can't even fill a bottle the size of a thumb.

But the lacquer tree in the tomb is already a thousand years old.Because there is abundant aura in the tomb, the lacquer tree grows very well, and the lacquer produced is of high quality.

The pool under the lacquer tree is a bath for storing lacquer. There are formations in the pool and barriers on the tree, so the lacquer accumulated in the pool is clear and free of impurities.

Spirit lacquer has the effect of calming the soul and calming the mind. A large amount of lacquer can calm the soul and wash away the demons. However, the unrefined lacquer is short-lived and needs to be soaked in the lacquer to be effective.

Ying Baiye was fully conscious, and sat on the steps with Xie Yun in his arms, soaking half of Xie Yun's body in the lacquer.

Xie Yun's face was buried in Ying Baiye's shoulder and neck, and Ying Baiye breathed out fast enough that the spirit paint didn't choke into Xie Yun's lungs.

Xie Yun also felt the pain of the lacquer flowing through his mouth and nose in a coma, but soon, there was a soft touch and breath, and someone supported him through the thick lacquer, and fresh air refilled Xie Yun's lungs.

Xie Yun coughed violently.

Although he woke up, he was in a very poor condition, his face was so pale that there was almost no blood.

Fortunately, the spirit lacquer not only has the effect of calming the soul, but also contains ample aura. Xie Yun's injury has a tendency to recover under the infiltration of aura.

Ying Baiye patted Xie Yun's shoulder lightly: "Huaiyu, Huaiyu?"

Xie Yun was drenched all over, with wet hair hanging down his cheeks. He supported Ying Baiye and coughed several times: "Where is the soul? I'm awake."

Ying Baiye carried him down a step to touch more spiritual lacquer.

Xie Yun endured the fishy sweetness and itchiness in his throat, turned his head and squeezed Ying Baiye's face to look left and right: "Why are you suddenly backfired by the exercises?"

Although he knew that the magic power would backfire on the practitioners, Xie Yun and Ying Baiye had been together for several months and had never seen the magic power attack.

In terms of injuries, Ying Baiye's injuries this time were not as serious as those left in Feiyin City the previous few times.

Ying Baiye gave Xie Yun his spiritual power slowly, while slowly answering Xie Yun's question: "I got a small advantage in the tomb, and my cultivation base increased too fast. When I just arrived in Feiyin City, I was promoted to Yuanying not long ago. , and then An Gong Ding Shen Pill was used to soothe it, so it has never happened. And... I received some spiritual energy from below, and my cultivation base is about to break through to the late stage of Nascent Soul.

Indeed, Xie Yun and Ying Baiye only separated for a short period of time, and Ying Baiye's cultivation level actually rushed directly into the stage of leaving the body.

The inner demon is a saying of Buddhism and Taoism.

Cultivators have a long lifespan, go to heaven and earth to seek opportunities, see countless things in life, and there are always thousands of unsatisfactory things.

Among them, there are always a dozen of them that are so unforgettable that they can't be forgotten. Some people can't get what they want, some are because of life and death, and some are because of love, hatred, anger, and ignorance... But there is no medicine for regret in this world after all.

Resentment and dissatisfaction dragged on for a long time, and it became a chronic disease of the soul.

Buddhism and Taoism call it the heart demon, and practitioners call it obsession.

No matter what it is called, this is a disease. Unfortunately, there are good medicines for the ailment of the stump, but there is no cure for the heart disease.

Ying Baiye has lived up to this year, there are few good things and countless unsatisfactory things, but there is only one thing that tortures him day and night.

Ying Baiye smiled, and lazily said: "But there are also advantages, you can fight even more when you are crazy."

Xie Yun said sincerely: "It's quite capable."

The cultivators lying in the ear room all had cultivation bases of the late Nascent Soul, and some of them even reached the peak of the Nascent Soul, apparently having eaten their fill of sword rain in the main hall.Even so, it was all in Ying Baiye's hands, and Ying Baiye himself was not injured at all.

Ying Baiye wiped a wound on Xie Yun's cheek with his hand, and said softly: "Our young master's face is all bruised. If there is a next time, just leave it alone, and I will wake up myself anyway."

He had never seen Xie Yun like this before, like a civet that had been doused in water, its paws curled up, and its whole body was wet.

Wet Xie Yun dragged him out of his demons.

"Leave it alone? Or let you die?"

Xie Yun was indifferent.

Xie Yun grabbed Ying Baiye's hand.

"Don't touch," he loosened his hair, took off his blood-stained coat, and walked down the steps. There are only him and Ying Baiye here, Xie Yun rarely showed a trace of fatigue, "I saw the owner of the tomb in the tomb. The disabled spirit body under you, she said that your book of exercises is inherently flawed..."

"I know," Ying Baiye slumped on the steps, "The magic art of swallowing the sun and the moon is itself an incomplete art."

Demon power swallowing the sun and the moon, a total of ten levels, left behind by the first demon master Lu Zhuoyu, who was dismantled into two volumes during the war between righteous and demons, and wandered in the devil's way. The demon master disappeared during the war.

The whole Demonic Dao is crazy about this book of exercises—the cultivation speed of demonic cultivators is faster than that of orthodox monks, but there are few monks who have successfully crossed the catastrophe. The first Demon Venerable, Lu Zhuoyu, is the first one in the Demonic Dao to successfully pass the fusion period in more than 600 years. Jie's Demon Cultivator.

All the demon cultivators who were trapped in the fusion period wanted to know why Lu Zhuoyu was able to penetrate that layer of barriers and successfully survived the catastrophe.

However, Ying Baiye got this volume of exercises, and when he opened the first page, he saw big scarlet characters: Cultivators will not end well.

Practicing Swallowing the Sun and the Moon is drinking poison to quench thirst. The growth of cultivation can avoid the immediate troubles. In the long run, the cultivation base of the practitioner is profound, the flaws of the exercises are exposed, and the practitioner gradually loses his mind.

As far as Ying Baiye is concerned, he will die in a few years after practicing, and in a few days if he does not practice.

It doesn't matter if you die well or not, because people in the devil's way will not die well if they don't have the strength.

On the day when Ying Baiye successfully conceived, he broke through to the fourth level of kung fu, and he almost lost his mind in the demons, but he didn't turn back when he opened his bow. Swallowing the sun and the moon was too domineering, which was in line with Ying Baiye's tough character.

Xie Yun turned around: "So you have always known that even if you find the second half of the exercises, you will not be able to practice smoothly?"

Ying Baiye looked at Xie Yun with his face on his back, he actually still had a smile on his face, and his tone was brisk, "You don't know, when I just got Tun Sun Moon, the first sentence I saw on the inside page was' Practitioners will not die well, loved ones will be far away, and loved ones will suffer', which is really scary enough."

Even so, Ying Baiye didn't show any frightened expression on his face.

Xie Yun's face was solemn, and he suddenly turned his head.

Xie Yun thought of Xu Ying in the master's tomb, and could see that Xu Ying was quite satisfied with him. If he gave Xu Ying the first half of the volume, would he be able to complete the exercises?

Xie Yun: "What about the first half?"

Ying Baiye: "On me."

Xie Yun asked him: "Can you still be sober when you go out now?"

Ying Baiye felt it: "No problem, what's wrong?"

Xie Yun held Ying Baiye's wrist, and the two left the spirit lacquer pool. Amidst the splashing water, Xie Yun said, "Come up, I'll take you to see Lu Zhuoyu."

"You don't need to come up," Xu Ying said lazily while sitting on the edge of the ear room, "I heard everything you said."

"First of all, don't call Master by his name directly. Secondly, even if you show it to me, I can't see anything. That bastard Lu Zhuoyu often digs holes to bury herself, and she may not be able to clean up the mess she left. What's more, the main body Now I don’t know which coffin I’m sleeping in, you either go to find her, or wait for her to wake up.”

Xie Yun: "It's too late to wait for her to wake up."

Ying Baiye: "Are you worshiping under Mozun's sect?"

You can see the demon's temperament from swallowing the sun and the moon, the demon cultivator has a character of doing whatever he wants, Xie Yun worshiping under the demon's sect may do more harm than good.

Only then did Xie Yun remember: "When did I worship you as my teacher?"

"Didn't I say it?" Xu Ying tilted his head, "It's okay, I just said it. If you want to call me Shizun, you don't have to worship me. When the surname Lu wakes up, you don't have the status of a disciple. How can you invite her?" Help the kid next to you?"

Xie Yun: "...That's what I said."

Why did you call yourself Lu?

Ying Baiye: "..."

He put his hands on Xie Yun's shoulders, and pulled Young Master Xie back several steps.

Xie Yun looked back at him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Silly boy, why don't you do good things?" Xu Ying said affectionately, "Anyway, the surname Lu won't stay in the cultivation world for long. After waking up, she will be promoted to immortality. She's gone. Aren't those good things all yours? What a wonderful thing to belong to a Demon Lord."

Xie Yun: "..."

I don't understand it, but it's shocking.

Ying Baiye: "..."

He firmly dragged Young Master Xie and took a few steps back—how can there be a spirit that plots against the deity?The Demon Lord in front of him must be a fake.

Xie Yun was dragged several steps.

Xu Ying waved at Xie Yun: "Come on, please. I don't want to kneel and kowtow three times, as long as you call me master."

Xie Yun: "I have a condition."

Ghost: "Say."

Xie Yun: "I want you to accept him as a disciple too. Anyway, he has already learned your exercises, so you are considered a disciple no matter what."

Phantom leaned against his chin and looked at Ying Baiye, Ying Baiye only felt a line of sight on his body, as if he could see through the soul: "What's your name?"

A spirit body, not even cultivated, has such a terrifying aura.

Ying Baiye cupped his hands: "Ying Baiye."

"I like a good boy who is affectionate and righteous," Xu Ying smiled softly, "Good boy, tell me, why didn't you kill him?"

Although the child understood the sword intent from her, but firstly, it was only superficial, and secondly, he was seriously injured and his aura was exhausted. Ying Baiye wanted to kill him very easily, just a few moves with the knife in his hand.

but.

Seeing this child, Ying Baiye even slowed down his saber movement, and even abandoned the spirit saber in order to prevent himself from hurting others during his short waking hours.

For a monk who was born in the magic way, when he put down the spiritual weapon, it was tantamount to acquiescing to let the other party dispose of him.

His wealth and life were just casually thrown into the other party's hands.

Xu Ying vaguely remembered that she also had such a person who gave her life to protect her, but she was stingy and jealous, and she didn't want to reveal more memories.

Ying Baiye felt Xie Yun's gaze fall on him, and he moved his fingertips, subconsciously wanting to evoke the Ping An Knot, but unfortunately the knife on his waist had been lost long ago, and the Ping An Knot drifted somewhere.

Ying Baiye turned his head: "...I want to see him clearly."

"He came to save me, and I wanted to be saved by him."

In fact, I can't see clearly in the chaos, I only know that the hand that reaches out must not be missed.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah why did not catch up! !