For several days, Ye Ling locked himself in the room, constantly strengthening the foundation of the first three realms, and exploring the fourth level of forging the state of mind.
According to the Qigong method, the stronger and deeper the foundation of the fourth level of innateness is, the faster and longer the path will be in the future.
Wu Qing would knock on the door a few days ago, but after Ye Ling told him that he was thinking of ways to practice, he stopped bothering him. He just delivered the meals to the door in person every day, then turned around and left.
Then, Baili Hanran gave Wu Qing a Taoist foundation-building technique called "Qingxuan Jing". Like Ye Ling's technique, it was suitable for the cultivation of the fourth level of innateness.
Wu Qing was surprised and happy, and wanted to tell Ye Ling immediately.
"Second brother, the Sixth Prince gave me a technique. Come and take a look. We can practice it together. It's better than trying to figure it out on your own." Wu Qing said excitedly at the door.
Ye Ling raised his eyebrows and wondered why this Baili Hanran was so kind to us. He lowered his status to make friends with us and gave us exercises. Could it be that he is another man like the man in white?
While thinking about it, Ye Ling got out of bed and opened the door, and saw Wu Qing with a face full of joy.
"Second brother, look, this is the technique that the Sixth Prince gave to me."
Ye Ling took a book from Wu Qing, with the words "Qingxuan Jing" written on the cover. Ye Ling opened it and read it carefully, and found that this book was very different from his own. Although this book
This Qingxuan Sutra is also of the highest quality, but there is still a big gap compared to the one in my sea of consciousness.
Seeing Wu Qing's face full of smiles, Ye Lingxin said that she didn't know whether what happened to her was a blessing or a curse, and she must not drag Wu Qing into it.
Therefore, Ye Ling said: "We should thank the Sixth Prince, so that we can practice well and break through the fourth level of innateness as soon as possible. But we should let the elder brother take a look first, so as to know whether this sutra is suitable for our cultivation."
Wu Qing nodded and said: "That's right, let's go find Big Brother."
So, the two of them took the exercises to Xu Zheng's room, and Xu Zheng happened to be sitting in the room drinking.
"Xiao Liu gave it to me? Let me take a look. Well, this is the innate skill of Qingxuan Sect of Taoism. It is quite good and suitable for the third child to practice. But the second child should not use this." As he said this, Xu Zheng took a picture from the wall.
He randomly picked out a book from the bookshelf, handed it to Ye Ling and said, "Second brother, just use this to practice."
Ye Ling took it very puzzled and was about to look through it when he was interrupted by Xu Zheng: "Read it when you go back. Don't be in a hurry. If you don't have anything to do, go back first. I'm going to sleep for a while."
With that said, Xu Zheng fell on the bed, and soon he began to snore.
Ye Ling and Wu Qing smiled helplessly at each other and quietly exited the room.
As the door closed, Xu Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, sighed softly, and stared straight at the roof, wondering what he was thinking.
Ye Ling and Wu Qing chatted casually for a few words and then returned to their rooms.
Ye Ling sat on the bed and opened the book given by Xu Zheng, only to find that there was no word.
"This..." Ye Ling continued to rummage until the last page read: "Good fortune and misfortune are unpredictable. There is nothing you can do, so you have to take care of yourself."
Ye Ling stared at these twelve words and remained silent for a long time...
The night is getting darker, and the flying boat is still sailing forward. Yunlan Town is located in the west of the hinterland of the Daqian Dynasty, while the imperial city is located on the eastern border. The Taizu of the Daqian Dynasty left a legacy that "the emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country."
"That's why the imperial city was located near the border. In addition, the territory of the Daqian Dynasty was vast, so even if you traveled day and night by flying boat, it would take more than ten days to arrive.
That night, Ye Ling did not continue to practice, but took a walk on the deck with Wu Qing. Ye Ling knew that everything must be done in a balanced manner, and practice is more about chance and understanding. It is not good to be too nervous and seek success.
"Second brother, that skill is really good. I have only practiced it for a few days, and the sea of consciousness has opened up. I guess it is not far away from reaching the state of consciousness." Wu Qing said very happily. Those in the original impression
Immortals who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth are beside him, and he is about to be like them. It can be said that Wu Qing is excited all the time now.
Ye Ling smiled, and suddenly a raindrop fell from the sky and hit Ye Ling's face.
"Is it raining? Let's go back." Ye Ling wiped the raindrops from his face casually, "This - this is..."
Ye Ling looked at the rain on his hands in shock. This was not ordinary rain, but a red color like blood.
As he spoke, blood rain poured down from the sky, and the sky and the earth instantly turned red. The night and the blood rain intertwined with each other, creating a dark, ferocious and terrifying scene.
At this moment, two old men in red robes quickly appeared in the cabin, standing on both sides, one on the left and the other on the right. Their fighting spirit rose and murderous intent filled the air. Then, a horn sounded from the observation deck, and the ship stopped moving forward, and groups of soldiers
Rush out and form a formation on the deck.
Baili Changkong, dressed in a green shirt, walked quickly onto the deck and came between the two old men. Baili Hanran also followed and walked to the side of Ye Ling and Wu Qing.
Baili Changkong sneered and said: "Boundless Rain of Blood, Lord Mo Xun, what a picture of rain falling at night. I wonder what Mr. Mo has to say."
Ye Ling looked for the sound and saw a person in the distance ahead, wearing a blood-colored robe, holding a red umbrella, floating in the air.
"Boundless Rain of Blood, Lord Mo Xun. This person's name is Mo Xun. He is a killer of the Underworld. It is said that he has never missed a reward below the Immortal Realm." Baili Hanran explained.
Wu Qing asked: "Then he is here for us?"
"I don't know, I'm afraid it's either my imperial brother or Uncle Xu."
"Brother!" Wu Qing and Ye Ling exclaimed: "Does my eldest brother have any enemies?"
"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade. I don't know how many people are unwilling to let the Dazhu Kingdom return to the dynasty. I'm afraid it's those people who are willing to commit evil. I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle this time."
As he spoke, Mo Xun gently moved away the red umbrella that was covering his face, revealing an unrivaledly handsome face. The red pupils were cold and ruthless, and one look at them would make people fear him.
"On a good night, I invite you all to enjoy this deadly scenery."
Before he finished speaking, all the soldiers on the flying boat had red eyes and struggled on the ground with painful expressions.
Ye Ling's mind suddenly surged. The scene before his eyes changed, and a bloody battlefield appeared. Gunpowder smoke filled the field, corpses were strewn across the field, and soldiers were killing each other everywhere. The screams were endless and heart-rending.
Suddenly, Ye Ling saw Wu Qing in front of him, his face covered with blood, running towards him in terror. There were several soldiers behind him, waving big swords and chasing after him.
"Third brother!" Before Ye Ling could finish his words, he only heard a "swish" sound in his ear, and an arrow flew from behind, piercing the sky and piercing Wu Qing's chest, leaving a trace of bright red. Wu
Qing laughed miserably and slowly fell to the ground.
"No--"
Ye Ling ran forward desperately, trying to get to Wu Qing, but couldn't get out of the place. He watched the soldiers chasing Wu Qing approach Wu Qing with a ferocious smile.
"Ah--" Ye Ling let out a long and shrill scream, and tears couldn't stop flowing.
"Buzz--"
The skill in Ye Ling's sea of consciousness suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling light waves. Immediately afterwards, an unparalleled lightsaber suddenly appeared in front of Ye Ling's eyes and slashed into the air. The surrounding scene was instantly shattered and turned into pieces along with the lightsaber.
nothingness.
When he opened his eyes again, the blood rain was still falling all over the sky. He was still on the flying boat, with his third brother Wu Qing and sixth prince Baili Hanran standing next to him.
Wu Qing asked with concern: "Second brother, are you okay?"
"He must be fine. Such a loud voice made my ears almost go deaf." Baili Hanran rubbed his ears and said angrily first.
Ye Ling nodded to Wu Qing, saying that he was fine. Then he glanced at the soldier in the distance who was bleeding from all his orifices and died tragically, and thought to himself: "It's probably because Mo Xun used some kind of technique to cause people to hallucinate and then die tragically. Just now, he had already died."
He was attacked, but fortunately the skills left by the man in white saved him at the critical moment, otherwise he might not have died tragically in the illusion like those soldiers. But..." Ye Ling turned to look at the other two people, "Sixth Prince
He kept rubbing the jade pendant in his hand that was glowing with light. The jade pendant was probably a treasure and protected him well. But why was the third brother not affected?"
While Ye Ling was puzzled, in the distance in the sky, an old man in red robe next to Baili Changkong had already made contact with Mo Xun.
The red-robed old man's spiritual energy vibrated around his body, and he held out a spear. As he waved it, a raging fire was born out of thin air, with the power to burn the sky and boil the sea, and burned towards Mo Xun.
Mo Xun smiled coldly, and the blood rain in the sky instantly gathered into a water shield, blocking the front of him. Even if the fire burned, he could not break through the barrier.
The red-robed old man pointed his gun at Mo Xun, moved forward quickly, and shot through the air.
"Whoosh--" The water shield broke through the sea of fire and turned into raindrops again, but sputtered towards the red-robed old man like steel needles, as fast as thunder and airtight.
The red-robed old man moved the spear horizontally in his hand, and quickly rotated with his hand as the center to create a wall of fire. He did not retreat but advanced, blocking all the incoming raindrops.
When he came close, the old man swung the spear in his hand. A half-moon-shaped fire knife slashed through the water shield protecting Mo Xun. Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy from the old man's body converged into the palm of his hand, and he struck out a palm with his backhand. The fire energy was swirling and extremely fierce.
Don't look for the right shoulder in the middle.
However, at the moment when "Mo Xun" was hit, "Mo Xun" gradually blurred and turned into a puddle of rainwater, scattering in all directions.
The next moment, Mo Xunxuan appeared not far behind the old man in red robe, and said with a smile: "The rain of blood is boundless, Jun Mo Xun. If you come to look for you, you will definitely die."
The old man in red robe stared closely at Mo Xun, who was holding a red umbrella with a casual look on his face, but a chill came out of nowhere in his heart.