The Infinite Evolution Of The Parasitic Beast

"Now, can you let Aqiang go!?" Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice.

"That won't work, Uncle Jiu. Who knows if there are any traps in this secret room. If you let Aqiang go, you won't have to worry about it, but I'll be in trouble." Xiu Yi said with a smile.

"you!!"

Uncle Jiu was so angry at Xiu Yi's words that his beard trembled. Accepting Xiu Yi as his disciple, he didn't expect that he would actually lead a wolf into the house.

"Xiu Yi, with your ability, you can make a name for yourself wherever you go, why do you have to stick to Taoism?" Uncle Jiu sighed.

"Knowing that there are more profound techniques, but not being able to study them or practice them, for me, this is the greatest misfortune and cruelty." Xiu Yi apologized, and then walked into the secret room, the stone door and half tower.

"Can...let me go?"

Aqiang's fat face was covered with cold sweat.

Bang!

Xiu Yi looked at A Qiang without saying a word, then slashed at him with his knife, knocking him out immediately.

In this world, there is only one right time to stay.

Once you leave, you may never come back. In this short period of time, should you make friends with Uncle Jiu and give up the magical Taoism, or should you offend Uncle Jiu for the sake of Taoism?

This is a moral choice. Many people may choose the former, but if you really put yourself in the situation, someone will definitely choose the latter. The simple truth is that no one is willing to be mediocre!

In the secret room.

It's not as small as Xiu Yi imagined, but rather very spacious.

After lighting the candles in the secret room with a torch, the dim light lit up the secret room instantly.

Uncle Jiu is a stickler for rules and attaches great importance to the concepts of good and evil. Xiu Yi's actions must have been regarded by him as evil with evil intentions.

But with Aqiang in hand, Uncle Jiu will not fight Xiu Yi to the death unless something unexpected happens.

Holding the knocked unconscious A Qiang in one hand, Xiu Yi began to clean up the secret room.

The secret room was filled with wooden shelves, and there was a smell of insect-repellent medicine. Some ancient books had yellowed pages, but they were still well preserved. There were also some broken pages, which were neatly placed on the lower shelf of the bookshelf.

"The [Huatuo Boluo Sutra] has been included.

"Already included [Thunder Palm]."

"Already included [Feng Shui Qi Watching Technique]."

"Already included [Yin Sha Corpse Refining Technique]."

"Already included [Small Spirit Gathering Array]."

Xiu Yi glanced at ten lines and quickly flipped through the Taoist archives, while the super brain's prompts kept ringing in his ears.

In the Year of the End of the Law, other sects have disappeared, but the Maoshan sect is struggling firmly. Yi Ran explains how extraordinary this sect is.

Even though the sect has been divided and the inheritance is incomplete, there are still nearly a thousand volumes of Taoist classics placed in the secret room!

With limited manpower, it is impossible for Xiu Yi to practice all the Taoist techniques.

But with his super brain and his ability to have a photographic memory, he can record all these Taoist techniques. He can slowly sift through them and select a few Taoist techniques that are most suitable for him.

""Pain-relieving and Bone-Setting Technique", "Tianbao Zhenren's Masterful Rejuvenation Technique", "Guan Hammer Smelting Technique", "Pusang Zun Beast Control Technique", "Baicao Ling Yang"..."

Filtering through the various Taoist arts in his mind, Xiu Yi felt a little ashamed. This Maoshan technique was really diverse. In addition to Taoist techniques, it also included medical, blacksmithing, breeding and other miscellaneous subjects.

An hour later, all the Taoist techniques in the secret room were memorized by Xiu Yi.

Excessive use of his brain made Xiu Yi feel dizzy. He sat on the knocked unconscious A Qiang. While he was resting, he was also counting his gains this time.

"No wonder those who learn Maoshan Shu must have good conduct." Xiu Yi thought to himself.

At first I thought that Uncle Jiu was too rigid and believed that people who learn Maoshan Shu must be upright and righteous without flaws.

After digesting the Maoshan Taoism in his mind, he understood what Uncle Jiu meant. Maoshan Taoism is very dangerous!

Maoshan Taoism is all-encompassing, the most famous of which are corpse refining, talisman making and formation techniques.

As far as refining corpses are concerned.

In the past when spiritual energy was abundant, you could choose a Yin point, carve a Yin Gathering Formation, and perform sacrifices on the dead body. After seven days, it would turn into an obedient zombie.

But now that the Taoism is not revealed and the spiritual energy is insufficient, if you want to sacrifice and refine zombies, you have to kill! Use the rich blood of living creatures to replace the spiritual energy, perform sacrifices, and promote the transformation of zombies!

These creatures with rich blood, ligers, tigers, bears and wolves are not common, but people are everywhere!

...Please give me flowers...

There is also the art of ghost refining. If the little ghost you raise wants to be strong, you need to kill living creatures and swallow their souls!

There are many more such Taoist techniques. If cultivators have evil intentions, it will undoubtedly be a huge disaster.

Half an hour passed.

The dizzy feeling of memory expansion has almost disappeared. Xiu Yi carried A Qiang and walked out of the secret room.

In the courtyard of the village, Uncle Jiu looked solemn.

"Back to you."

While Xiu Yi threw Aqiang towards Uncle Jiu, he instantly activated his gene strengthening, jumped over the three-meter high wall of the village, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"well!"

After Uncle Jiu put down Aqiang, he wanted to chase Xiu Yi again, but he only let out a long sigh.

....0…

There are four days left until the three-month period.

The Republic of China was in turmoil, and the roads were full of bandits and thieves. After robbing a few bullies, Xiu Yi also had money.

He found an inn to stay at. In addition to eating and drinking, Xiu Yi stayed in the room for a few days, digesting the Taoist knowledge.

The fourth night.

Without warning, the white light of the stone beads suddenly appeared in his mind. When Xiu Yi came back to his senses, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

In the quiet alley, the garbage bins exuded a disgusting stench.

Look around.

Both the buildings and the vehicles passing by outside are telling Xiu Yi that this is not the Republic of China, nor the world of Mr. Ling Huan!

Walking out of the alley, the advertising slogans on the street are in Japanese.

"What place do we need to identify here first?"

Shi Zhu has the ability to travel through time, and Xiu Yi cannot tell whether the world he is in is a strange world with an urban background.

Seven o'clock, rush hour for work.

The constant flow of vehicles and commuters who can't stop for a moment create the scene of urban morning.

When he came to a newsstand, Xiu Yi stopped.

Looking at the piles of newspapers with the same headlines from different newspapers, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The government will rebuild the municipal office in February."

"Explosion! City Hall! Darkness behind it!".