Chapter 192 The more you practice, the stronger you get
Huang Yu and Lin Lei in Mo Que's body have no consciousness, only instinct.
Now, they are in Mo Que's body, using Mo Que's body as their territory, and are targeting each other.
Mo Que took this opportunity and his consciousness rushed to Huang Yu to pry into the mystery of immortality.
"boom!"
After several attempts, he finally succeeded in spying inside Huang Yu.
"Is this...a real phoenix bird?"
Within the phoenix feathers, Mo Que saw a huge phoenix bird. His thoughts in front of the phoenix bird were like an ant standing in front of a giant tiger.
Fortunately, this phoenix bird was extremely weak and sleeping.
"It seems that its nirvana failed, and only a weak residual spirit remains in the feather, which cannot be revived in a short time!"
Moque calmed down and observed his surroundings.
I saw nothingness here, no sky, no earth, nothing but a phoenix bird.
"It seems that this is the same illusory world as the world of divine pictures, and only thoughts can enter it!"
Mo Que secretly lamented that the heavens were drawn in a world of nothingness, and the divine picture in his body was drawn by someone unknown.
He didn't think much and observed the phoenix bird carefully.
Then I saw that the body of this phoenix bird was covered with complex and simple Tao patterns.
Those Dao patterns are mysterious and unpredictable, as if they have drawn all the ways of the heavens and the principles of all laws.
The phoenix bird was sleeping quietly, and Mo Que was observing the complicated Dao patterns. But as soon as he took a look, he felt like he was being attacked. He felt as if there was a terrifying force that wanted to directly obliterate his thoughts!
"The secret of immortality is indeed difficult to pry into!" He was horrified in his heart.
The innate secret skills of each race are given by God and cannot be sought by others. If they are forcibly peeked into, they will be obliterated by terrible forces!
Moreover, this is the supreme secret technique unique to the Phoenix clan, how profound is it?
With Mo Que's current state and state, forcing an investigation is like asking an ant to swallow a giant tiger in one bite. Even if it can swallow it, it will only lead to its own destruction!
"This is the Phoenix Clan's supreme technique!" Mo Que was unwilling to do so and once again risked death to observe the phoenix pattern.
"puff!"
This time, his real body vomited blood and was severely injured by an invisible force.
"After finally entering Phoenix Yu, can't we really get a glimpse of the art of immortality?"
Mo Que was unwilling to give up, and finally understood why throughout the ages, no one else except the Huang clan had mastered this technique.
He was unwilling to retreat just like that, and his thoughts were wandering in Huang Yu, thinking of other ways.
Suddenly, something moved in his mind: "The divine map in my body can draw all the laws of the heavens. Now that I am the master of the divine map, can I draw these phoenix patterns into the map?"
With this idea in mind, Mo Que immediately started trying to communicate with the divine map and draw the phoenix pattern into the map with his thoughts.
During this period, he tried not to look closely at the phoenix patterns, just like when he was reading, he did not read the words in the order of the text, and did not try to understand the meaning of the article, but just copied it.
The phoenix patterns contained terrifying power, preventing others from prying into it. As long as he did not interpret these phoenix patterns, he would not suffer such consequences.
"It really can work!"
When he felt that the world in the picture was slowly drawing out the phoenix pattern, Mo Que was overjoyed.
In order to ensure that the drawn phoenix patterns were accurate enough, he also drew the phoenix bird into the picture, so that the accurate distribution of the phoenix patterns on the phoenix bird's body could be clearly seen.
After a long time, a lifelike phoenix bird appeared in the world of divine pictures.
However, the world in the picture is all weak. Although this phoenix bird is no different from reality in the world in the picture, it is ultimately just an illusion.
"It would be great if we could make this phoenix bird come alive!" Mo Que suddenly had this thought.
The Divine Map of the Ten Thousand Realms is mysterious and unpredictable. Although everything in the map is illusory, it can echo the real world. He painted a phoenix bird in the map. Maybe it is possible to make it come true.
However, Mo Que knew very little about this picture and had no idea how to use it. He still needed to continue to explore.
After drawing the phoenix pattern, his consciousness exited the phoenix feather. As long as the phoenix pattern exists in the world in the picture, he can observe it at any time in the future.
"Chichi!"
Inside Mo Que's body, Lin Lei and Huang Yu are still fighting.
The instinctual struggle between these two top creatures aroused Mo Que's interest, and he secretly observed it with his mind.
"laugh!"
Lin Lei was filled with a destructive aura. Every time it struck, Huang Yu was scorched black and severely injured.
However, what is surprising is that the phoenix feather was continuously injured, but it could always quickly recover and shine again.
"Thunder and lightning and phoenix feathers, destruction and rebirth?"
Mo Que watched with his thoughts on the sidelines for a long time, and realized something in his heart.
Thunder and lightning represent destruction, and phoenix feathers represent rebirth.
While watching the instinctive battle between these two creatures, he continued to activate the power of the sun in his body to fight against the demonic energy that kept pouring into his body.
"How is he still alive after so long?"
Apart from the Nine Ten Thousand Demon Banners, the faces of the two old men in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations gradually became less good-looking, and the expressions of Xiao San and Xiao Si also became a little gloomy.
It has been a long time since Jiuban refined Mo Que, but until now, they can still feel Mo Que's vitality, which means that he is not dead yet.
"He is just a body cultivator. No matter how strong his body is, he cannot resist this banner. He will eventually be refined!" Xiao San said with a gloomy face and a cold snort.
The two old men in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations did not dare to say anything more and had no choice but to continue waiting nearby.
In this way, Xiao San's refining was indispensable, and one day passed in the blink of an eye.
The four of them can still feel the vitality, although it is weak, it is always there.
"I want to see how long you can last!"
Xiao San's face became increasingly ugly, but Mo Que's vitality was already very weak, so he could only grit his teeth and continue refining.
Two days later, Xiao San's face was already a little pale.
Continuously activating the flag made him feel uncomfortable as well.
But Mo Que’s vitality is still uninterrupted.
"People at the peak of the True Heaven Realm will turn into ashes in this banner. How can you, a loser, be stronger than them?" Xiao San's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his face became ferocious.
Even if someone is in the True Heaven Realm, no one has ever been able to survive three days under these banners of monsters!
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.
Xiao San almost collapsed. After seven days and seven nights of continuous refining, Mo Que's vitality still existed.
What made him want to go berserk even more was that starting from the third day, Moque's weak vitality not only did not disappear completely, but actually became stronger and stronger.
This is just crazy. The vitality of those who have been refined by this flag in the past has not become weaker and weaker, and eventually died out.
Someone like Mo Que, whose vitality becomes stronger the more he practices, is definitely an anomaly, unprecedented and extremely evil.
"How about we forget it and take action ourselves?" the old man surnamed Xu from the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations said from the side.
The more he practices, the stronger his vitality becomes. If he continues to practice, wouldn't it be harder to kill Mo Que?
"No, I must turn him into meat!" Xiao San's eyes turned red.
If he stopped now, wouldn't he admit that he couldn't refine Mo Que and fell into Mo Que's hands? Wouldn't it mean that his Ten Thousand Demon Banners couldn't do it?
Like this, another seven days passed.
Xiao San finally couldn't bear it anymore and activated the Ten Thousand Demon Banners for more than ten days. Even he reached his limit.
What made him despair and angry was that not only was Mo Que's vitality not exhausted, but after more than ten days, he was several times stronger than when he was first refined!
"boom!"
Xiao San finally couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly withdrew the Nine Banners. His eyes were red and he stared at the center surrounded by the Nine Banners.
He couldn't understand why Mo Que was not refined to death, and why his vitality became stronger as he was refining?
"Can't I hold on anymore?" In the field, Mo Que sat on the ground and said with a slight disappointment: "I expected you to continue to help me strengthen my martial body, but I didn't expect you to be so powerless."
After Xiao San heard this, he didn't know whether he was angry or because he was bitten by the demon flag. He spat out a large mouthful of blood with a pop.