Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

The art of keeping things in meditation comes from the abhorrence of victory in the ghost way. It is a trigger type of art, and it can be used repeatedly when the conditions are met.

Because this kind of technique is separated from the monk itself, it is relatively rigid in operation, just like the ancient seal of evil, and does not have the flexibility of flexibility.

Shen Zhexue wanted to take advantage of this loophole.

Rather than sit and wait, it is better to strike first.

He wants to fabricate a fake ice and snow journey, and forcefully activate the containment technique.

False wind and snow are not really qualified after all, and the final effect will be that the allegorical spell is just an empty shell, and it cannot really play its role of summoning souls.

He held the Zhaoying Liuli in his hand, twisted his finger bones into powder, and poured the ice flower condensed by the spiritual power of the sea of ​​consciousness into it to change the carrier of the illusion.

Qiao Tan looked surprised, and asked Shi Yuan in a low voice, "Where did Elder Shen come up with these methods, I've never heard of them before, and they haven't even been written in books, right?"

Shi Yuan nodded, with a slightly dignified expression, and said: "Master has never been limited to books. It's just that even if it's an empty shell, it's hard to know the consequences if it's triggered by something."

Xie Zhuchun stared at Shen Zhexue's back.

Spiritual power comes from good fortune, three things are born and all things are born, and Taoism follows nature. Now monks use the magic weapon and spiritual weapon to traverse the world, abandoning the appearance and changing unpredictablely, but in the final analysis, it all originates from the smallest aura.

For example, vegetation, and living beings.

To be able to comprehend Yunling to the level of mastery and mastery requires not only the control of one's own spiritual breath, but also the perception of living beings. If you look at the cultivation world for thousands of years, there will be no such person.

He inadvertently recalled the past when he was still a sword.

At that time, it lived in the Jiange high in the clouds, and when the spring warmed up one year, the sun was falling outside the window of the cold Jiange.

Gu Chun Jianling glanced at Chunyang outside the window, rolled over, and the scabbard lay across the window lattice, but it was still a palm away from the sunlight that could not reach the window lattice.

At this time, the mechanism of the gate of the Jiange sounded, and a young man with a high bun followed his teacher into the arsenal.

The teacher said solemnly: "Go, choose a sword."

The boy's height is less than the master's waist, but with seniors with profound celestial arts by his side, he can't get any sword he wants.

Gu Chunjian lazily looked at the beams of light, feeling bored.

The ordinary-looking boy looked around, his fingertips condensing a little spiritual power.

He said calmly: "All sword spirits, I am not here to choose swords, please choose me."

Suddenly, there were chaotic sword cries in the Jiange.

In the world of comprehension, there has always been a good talk about a sword choosing its master, but only sword spirits know that there has never been a sword that really has a chance to choose its master.

As long as the blood contract is strong enough, no matter how powerful the sword is, it has no right to be invincible.

With this sentence alone, this young man attracted Gu Chunjian's interest.

It hangs in the air, takes off its scabbard by itself, and strikes through the air.

"May you be self-aware."

The majestic sword energy pounced on the young man's face, drawing bloodstains one after another. He didn't realize it, but the teacher beside him shook his head helplessly, turned around and went out, and closed the gate of the Jiange for him.

Later, the buildings of the Jiange Pavilion were destroyed by them. The young man walked out of the ruins with his sword in hand. His teacher stood on the cliff with his hands behind his back. His sleeves were covered with morning light. The mountain was covered by clouds and mist, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers. .

The unfathomable monk glanced at the sword in the young man's hand, and said, "This sword is named Gu Chun, and it is the same generation as Bie Changting. I think that the days will grow longer in the future, and the flowers and trees in the mountains will be full of flowers. I mean, from now on...you will also be called 'Gu Chun' from your prime minister's surname."

Never has the sword followed the name of the master, where have I heard the truth that the master follows the name of the sword.

But the sword master Gu Chun had such a nondescript name, he smiled brightly, and the ice melted between his brows, adding warmth.

Gu Chunjian was puzzled, and heard the teacher say: "Is that so happy?"

He seemed to be suppressing some emotions, and then put on a straight face: "What are you doing holding this sword, let it bleed to recognize the master."

Xiang Guchun replied: "The sword spirit recognizes the master by condensing the spirit in the blood into a net and forming an invisible sheath inside the sword. It still can't fully trust me. This net is like a foreign strange spiritual power set up in the monk's sea of ​​consciousness. A spirit screen, why not wait for it to fully recognize me before letting me recognize it."

After hearing this strange argument, the master didn't say much, just let him go, gave him a few more instructions, and then walked away.

Xiang Guchun sat on the soft lawn, with a Gu Chun sword in his arms that did not recognize the owner.

"Do you want to bask in the sun?" he asked.

Gu Chunjian trembled.

"Then you accompany me to bask in the sun." The young man lay down tiredly, turned sideways again, and said to his scabbard, "Gu Chun, it sounds so nice..." There was some relief in the voice, With a flick of the sword, "Thank you, Gu Chun."

...What a strange human race.

Thousands of years later, Xie Zhuchun is no longer the sword that would be excited in the sun, but he will still be stunned by these strange behaviors of the human race.

For example, Shen Zhexue's azalea, for example, Pei Jing did not subconsciously resist, and unconditionally let Shui Qingqian control her body.

Shen Zhexue condensed the Zhaoying Liuli and the Lingli Ice Flower again, forming a shiny blue ice bead.

He said: "Okay, everyone, listen carefully, what I'm going to say next is very important."

This time even Qiao Tan, who is usually the most noisy, didn't hold his breath. This was the first time she saw such a serious expression on Elder Shen's face.

This usually gentle and gentle teacher had a solemn look on his face, and he had a completely different aura.

Shen Zhexue emphasized: "Although you always sleep and meditate in class, as a teacher, it is my dereliction of duty to let you fall into such a situation. I am sorry for you. Now that you have all reached this point, everyone else is fine. Go out and do the math, now listen up..."

"First, we can be sure that once the magic technique of this dwelling is activated, the three tripods will play three songs at the same time, and the soul-calling ceremony will really start. If the northern passage is not opened, those summoned things will not be able to come out. The conditions for one soul call are exhausted, and we have won more time."

"But at the same time, I can't guarantee whether there will be any new changes. I will prepare a seal at the same time. Of course, there is a high probability that it will not be sealed. You have to protect yourself, hide in that secret passage, and then crush the seal I gave you. Your flowers, except for Shiyuan. I can ensure that the secret passage does not collapse, and then don’t care about anything, and run all the way to the end. At this time, Shiyuan, you pinch again, and read the emperor's son Jiangxi's "traveling upwards, which is called retrograde travel" , [-]% sure you can go back, [-]% sure you can't."

After a pause, "If you are really so unlucky, you can wait for me to give you a signal and go to extremes directly. This depends on the situation."

Shi Yuan unexpectedly said at this moment: "Then if Suyou starts, what will you do, Master?"

Shen Zhexue's attachment to those plants is equivalent to distributing her spiritual power equally, including the magic circle that props up the passage and travels back.

This one-time consumption is tantamount to self-destruction of life.

And his so-called extreme method is unknown to others, but Shi Yuan can guess it.

The Immemorial Fengxie Seal restricted too much of Shen Zhexue's spiritual power, even his cultivation, but since it could bear the heaven-defying spells such as changing the spiritual root of the fruit of the ten thousand-year-old tree, even Tai Qingzong was not sure, Once he completely breaks through this seal, how far will he be able to manipulate the evil current?

"I promise you." Shen Zhexue looked at him and said, "How can I be a teacher if I lie to you."

He is extremely reluctant to use the evil current, but at this moment he has to admit that in a desperate situation, only absolute power can bring about a turning point.

This may be the reason why the evil sect and cultivators believe in it.

In fact, the situation may not be as difficult as Yuan thought sometimes. After all, it is true that the things are not completed.

"There is another possibility."

Shen Zhexue brought up a new point of view, "During the summoning of souls, Wu Yang once said that there is a lack of a dream-handling officer, so divination is not possible. If I were to do this summoning of souls, I would also set up this dream-handling. "

Shi Yuan said: "Can he summon souls directly?"

"I think it can, but if that Zhangmeng is still a living person, the dwelling will be destroyed, and the ghost body cannot be teleported, it must be attached to something, the conditions are extremely harsh, and the time lag from outside is too long, so I tend to think that the dream master will come from an external passage to activate the soul-calling cauldron."

"Then what should we do? Wait for that thing to come?" Xie Zhuchun asked.

"No." Shen Zhexue flipped his hand, and twisted a talisman between his fingers, "We will eat it back."

Shen Zhexue is not afraid of ghosts in the world outside the book, but when she goes to the book to do tasks for Emperor Taiqing, among the fellow fighters she encounters, the most entangled and troublesome thing is the meditation of ghosts.

They are more scary than one, and their tricks are more bizarre. In order to overcome this fear and shortcoming, Shen Zhexue specially studied the characteristics of their group.

After arranging other precautions, Shen Zhexue told everyone to back off. He walked to the empty cauldron, took three deep breaths, and threw the ice bead down.

The ice beads fell on the cauldron in the blink of an eye, and with the crisp sound of "ding", the four tripods exploded at the same time!

Before the smoke and dust cleared, three spiritual guqins floated out of the place where the tripod used to be. The strings were unmanned, and the three songs "Shejiang", "Cailing" and "Yang'a" were played in unison.

The playing methods of these three songs are weird, the strings are too tight, and the strings are plucked too quickly, as if someone has spared his fingers, and he will not hesitate to play until the skin is ripped apart and the phalanx is broken.

The three tunes are mixed together, which sounds extremely harsh.

In the middle of the playing, the sound of the song rose again, and it was almost not like human music.

If you want to describe it, it is nearly thousands of people tearing their throats and screaming near death.

Shen Zhexue endured the magic sound, only feeling that someone used an awl to chisel all the way into Tianling from the ear canal.

He pinched the palm of his hand, released the spiritual energy to condense out the barrier, and protected Shi Yuan and others behind him, while trying his best to capture the strange spiritual energy.

The great tripod in the north was turned into dust, and after the smoke and dust filled the air, it gradually glowed a faint red light.

In an instant, the red light engulfed the dust, turning from translucent thin light to deep red and sticky, like a pool of mud hanging in the air.

A majestic and terrifying ghostly aura came out from behind the red mud door, and frost formed on the walls and ground of the Yushi.

Shen Zhexue vaguely heard the voice from behind.

To say that the sound of the zither just now was a magic sound piercing the ears, the sound from the thing behind the red mud wall, apart from bringing a sense of fear engraved into the bone marrow, there is no other room for description.

Even though Shen Zhexue knew that the summoning of the soul must not be good, but when the ghostly aura that made one's heart tremble hit, he, a monk with ice roots, seemed to fall into an abyss, and his whole body was piercingly cold .

A ferocious ghost claw protruded from the red mud door, as slender as a tentacle, protruding straight out, screaming at high frequency, but the body could not come out for a long time.

The phantom of the Ice Lingzhu is really effective.

At a certain moment, Shen Zhexue sensed the surge of aura from many directions. This inexplicable ghost aura broke the balance of the four directions. The aura belonging to this interface counterattacked wildly, and the teleportation formation in the dark passage also echoed.

However, amidst the majestic ghostly aura, he caught a trace of strange fluctuations.

— Palm dream!

Shen Zhexue pinched the talisman seal with her hands, and using blood as a medium, she reprimanded: "Give it to you!"

The emperor ordered Wu Yang to use tricks to capture the scattered souls, the ghostly aura condensed, and the talisman flew out in a blink of an eye, shining golden light in an instant.

The visitor screamed in alarm, turning into a cloud of mist and enveloping everyone!

Darkness exploded before Shen Zhexue's eyes, and the gust of wind whizzed past him.

When the wind stopped, Shen Zhexue looked around, the jade wall disappeared, and Shi Yuan and others also disappeared.

He appeared on a mountain plank road.

The continuous mountain shadows in the distance are like giant beasts crawling in the dark, and a waning moon hangs coolly in the sky. There are no stars, the sky is dark and oppressive, the wind is filled with coldness, and night birds flutter their wings from the branches.

Shen Zhexue was stunned for a moment.

He lowered his head and saw a large scratch on the palm of his hand, and a cut across the palm of his right hand was still bleeding.

Shen Zhexue looked down for a moment, then smiled slightly.

He flicked his shortened forehead hair, and the aura was still circulating in his body, but it couldn't condense into ice, nor could he release his spiritual consciousness.

"Heart Demon Formation?"

His question echoed in the lonely mountain, and the only response was the weeping like crows, one after another, extremely shrill.