The first half of "Military and Creation" talks about the meaning of mediation. Whether it is mediation or creation, it is a great power. Without great understanding, if you have obtained it and have to practice it, you are afraid that you will realize yourself, even if it is

If you can only practice, you will have weak power. Even in the White Bone Dao Palace, this mediation and fortune are not practiced as a great supernatural power, but as a magic trick to refine your mind and nourish your spirit.

And if you want to practice it as a technique for refining the mind and nourishing the spirit, it is not much better than the magic tricks of their own sect.

Fa Yuan said in a dilemma: "If I promised the two fellow Taoists, then all the treasures on him will belong to me, what if?"

"Of course, no matter how good the treasure is, it is not as good as the things we sacrificed ourselves." The two of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect said indifferently.

Fayuan does not think that they will remain unmoved when they see the Sijiu Xuanhuang Tower. They will definitely not obey what they say now. The reason why they say this is that they will no longer be able to mediate their fortunes.

If they make too many requests, if they agree to their conditions too happily, they may also think of making other requests in their hearts.

At this time, Fayuan only thought that as long as they took action, as long as they took action, they would not be able to escape. At that time, they would have to face the Sijiu Xuanhuang Tower with themselves. As long as Qingyang dies, Sijiu Xuanhuang will eventually be

The tower will definitely come to his own hands, and Fayuan thought like this.

These two are two disciples from the real human realm of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect. They looked at each other and communicated silently. In their opinion, it is the same thing to kill Qingyang. The key is to get the "Military"

good fortune"

"However, in "Military and Creation", I can only give two people three pages first, and the rest will give them to the two fellow Taoists after killing that person." Fa Yuan said. This is normal. If he gives them at one time, he will give them to them at once."

If so, how could the two of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect help him kill Qingyang?

The two men of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect are both surnamed Yan and two brothers, named Yan Sheng and Yan Mie respectively. When they took the Dharma Yuan and handed them three pages of good fortune, they were attracted by the content above just one glance.

They are not young monks who have just entered the path of cultivation, but great monks who have already entered the realm of true humans. Naturally, they can see the wonderfulness at a glance.

The Fayuan didn't urge him, letting them see it, and only smiled and said, "How is it?"

"Military and good fortune are indeed well-deserved." Yan Sheng said in a dark evil fog, but he turned around and looked at the magma red pool behind him. There was still a reflection of the clear sun in the pool, but Qingyang was standing at this time.

On a high ground, look in one direction.

"The mediation of the White Bone Dao Palace is mysterious and the Chaos Bell is extremely powerful. This is known to everyone everywhere. I don't know that we have seen the skills of our Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect." Yan Mie suddenly said, and there was a voice in his voice.

The unique chill seemed to have an inexplicable power to invade other people's souls.

Fayuan is also a person who has practiced for hundreds of years. How could he not know the strangeness of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect? Their strangeness is reflected in the way of practice and magic. But what he knows is only hearing and wanting to be in the Zhongyuan world.

It is not easy to encounter, but if you encounter these small worlds, it is often accompanied by struggle

Fargo has never encountered it before.

"I heard it for a long time, but I'm sorry I didn't have the chance to see it at first." Fa Yuan said.

"Haha, let the Taoist priest look closely at the magic of our Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect." Yan Mie said coldly. After that, he suddenly waved his hand, and a cloud of cold mist enveloped the red pool.

Above, as the mist enveloped the red pool, Yan Mie also squatted down, but he reached out and stroked the black fog, and at the same time he recited a series of strange spells.

These spells, Dharma Yuan, have never heard of. In this Zhongyuan world, every place was once the essence of a world, and they have their own unique things. For example, this kind of magic spell cannot be understood by just listening to it.

Yes, even if he has been promoted to the realm of a real person, it will not work.

As Yan Mie's magic spell and the evil fog enveloped, from low to exciting, it slowly faded, and the mist dissipated, and the figure of Qingyang appeared on the red pool again, but the Qing Dynasty at this time

However, Yang's figure no longer reflects like a mirror, but appears like a relief, red and black relief.

"This is the breath he leaked in this world. I have already captured it. Now let you see the soul-devouring method of our Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect." As the words came to an end, Yan Sheng suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "

Qingyang... Qingyang... Qingyang..."

The sound was very weak, as if I was afraid of something being alarmed. However, the sound was lingering and ethereal in the void, conveying in the fiery wind, entering into nothingness.

This is the soul-devouring technique.

Fayuan suddenly felt a terrible feeling and his back felt cold. If he accidentally got into such a plot, he wouldn't even know how to die.

He went to see the black and red relief mark on the red pool, which seemed to be alive. The sound seemed to be coming from the mouth of the relief mark.

"Qingyang...come back, come back..."

This time, another sound appeared: "Qingyang...come back, come back..."

Yan Sheng and Yan Mie shouted alternately.

Their voices were like calling the names of the closest people and wanting to call them back. It was like parents calling their own children.

The souls of practitioners are closely connected with their own gods and flesh, but they are able to shout out their souls alone. And the Fa Yuan suddenly felt that it would be best to go to Qingyang at this time.

It was the time. Even if Qingyang could resist it, then he would have to spend a great effort to resist the shouting at this time. It would be easy to find him and kill him.

However, just when he wanted to take action, Yan Sheng suddenly said happily: "Here you come, how could this person be so amazing? It turns out that his soul is so unstable."

The Fayuan had already looked up and saw a light gray figure coming with the wind, constantly floating towards this side. There were constant struggles on the road, but it seemed that there was nothing we could do about the shouting.

As he got closer, Fa Yuan suddenly felt strange in his heart and thought to himself: "Although this magic is strange and unpredictable, with his cultivation level, it shouldn't be so easy to be powerless."

He thought in his heart that the faint gray shadow had already come closer.

"Hehe..." Yan Mie smiled, flipped his palm, and there was a small black bottle in his hand. The moment the black bottle was pulled open, the faint soul was about to be put away.

Fa Yuan looked nervously, he couldn't believe that this person who had been in a tangle with him for so long died like this.

At this moment, the light gray illusory soul suddenly became quickly solidified and full, and in just a moment it turned into a living person.

When this man turned from virtual to reality, he let out a chuckle, and a sound came from the chuckle: "The soul-devouring technique of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect is indeed powerful."

As his voice arose, the two men from the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect were shocked, and their bodies immediately turned into smoke and fled backwards. However, at this time, a small golden tower appeared in the hands of the person who appeared, and the moment they appeared, they turned into

A golden light went straight into the sky, and the golden light spread, and a huge golden tower appeared there.

A ringtone appeared, and Yan Sheng and Yan Mie suddenly felt a powerful force bound them, turning themselves into black fog and unable to escape. When they looked up, they saw that the giant tower was covered, and they were shocked, and they had originally turned into smoke.

The body had already manifested, and when he opened his mouth, he sprayed a small flag from his mouth, one of which was as red as blood and the other as black as ink.

As soon as the red flag waved, a red light as red as blood rushed up. When the black flag waved, another ink-like light rushed up. The black light and the red light were entangled together, trying to lift the golden giant tower.

However, a bell suddenly rang out from the tower, and the black and red light immediately appeared in the bell, and then scattered under the huge pressure of the golden tower. Another ringtone rang out above the golden tower.

A golden light rolled out from the tower, rolling Yan Sheng and Yan Mie into the tower.

On the other hand, Fa Yuan was shocked. Yan Sheng and Yan Mie were taken away by the Sijiu Xuan Huang Tower not only in a moment, but only in a blink of an eye. And the Sijiu Xuan Huang Tower was not only aimed at them, but

He covered the tower together.

Thirty-six bells from the tower made a sound, and layers of ropes tied him up.

There was already a banner on him, and six bells hung on the banner. The six bells were shaking wildly as if they were blown by the wind. It was just that the Dharma Yuan had learned from the Chaos Bell and the Demons and was refined by the Demon

The bell that was made was more mysterious, but it lost the other magnificent atmosphere of the Chaos Bell, and it could not shake the ringtone that bound him.

The Sijiu Xuanhuang Tower fell, and with a bang, the law of the body was pressed down below.

Qingyang waved his hand again, and the giant tower turned into a golden light and fell into his hand, which condensed into a small tower.
Chapter completed!