Chapter 734 Black Pot

Leaving Peerless City and returning to the secret realm.

Caiying beside her was flying restlessly, murmuring, but didn't dare to go out.

Zhou Shu didn't have time to talk to her. He glanced at the blood mist outside and sat down to think again.

I stayed in Wushuang City for two days, but the result was not too good. It is difficult for Jindan practitioners to deal with evil spirits, but it is impossible not to explore the secret realm that is rare in a thousand years. Is it possible to wait here for the blood fog to dissipate? Impossible, this secret realm has been around for thousands of years at least, and the blood mist is the same, how could it be possible to disperse when he comes; otherwise, why not cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm here?

He thought about it seriously.

When you reach the Nascent Soul Realm, you don't need any special formulas. The Stepping Sea Sword Jue has the means to frighten the soul, and with the power of Yuan, even the evil spirit is no problem.

He still has more than 10,000 yuan of stones, which is enough to support his spiritual power to be perfected every day. However, the soul and consciousness cannot rely on the Yuan stones. , to make the seventh-rank golden elixir perfect, his own spirit is still far behind. If he cultivates slowly by himself, it will take more than ten years or even more time to reach the perfect and be promoted to the Nascent Soul.

But is it really necessary to sit in the secret realm for ten years or even longer?

Zhou Shu shook his head, still thinking of other ways.

Opening the Naxu ring, he searched carefully. He had accumulated a lot of things before, and he didn't believe that none of them could deal with the evil spirit.

After a while, he found several.

An intermediate-level mental method, Sutra of Rebirth, from Linyun Temple.

It is used to save the soul, and it must have a certain effect on the evil spirit. Even if it cannot be reborn, it is enough to dispel it.

But after trying to deduce it, he chose to give up temporarily.

Zen mentality is really not easy to learn, not to say that its content is difficult, and there are no difficult formulas under his deduction, but the practice of the Sutra of Rebirth requires practitioners to meditate and chant sutras day after day, at least A hundred times, and you can't slack off even a day. Only after three years can you achieve a small success.

The ancient gun bell that Zhao Yige gave him.

The ancient gun bell is an ancient relic from ten thousand years ago. It is the symbol of the Zhao family in Zitong, but it also has the effect of protecting the body.

The rune pattern on it is extremely complicated, mysterious and profound, only the runner bead in Zhou Shu's hand can compare with it, and it is at least the sixth level depending on the situation, so you can try it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shu picked up the gun bell and walked to the edge of the formation.

He mustered all the spiritual power in his body and shook the gun bell vigorously.

Zheng——

Such as the sound of gold and stone, the sonorous and powerful voice was transmitted out immediately, full of strength and long echo.

Zhou Shu let go of his consciousness and followed the track of the sound, feeling overjoyed.

Sure enough, the sound of the ancient gun bell had the effect of deterring evil spirits. Wherever the sound waves went, the black smoke hurriedly dodged, and those who had no time to dodge turned into a mass of black spots, afraid to move.

It is indeed a treasure of the family.

But after the joy, Zhou Shu sighed again. Although the gun bell is useful, it can only be used to save life. It is not feasible to explore the secret realm.

It consumes too much, and with his spiritual power, I'm afraid he can only shake it seven or eight times. If there is no spiritual power, the gun bell will be useless, and the sound does not last long, but after three or four breaths, the evil soul shocked by the gun bell , and climbed up one after another, no different from before.

If it was the ancestor of the Zhao family, with a silver gun in hand and a gun bell, it would be no problem to kill seven in and seven out in the blood mist, but Zhou Shu couldn't do it.

There was only the last one left, the one who was most likely to deal with the evil soul, but also the one that made Zhou Shu hesitant the most.

When Ximenbai, the evil cultivator of Liyuan Mansion, was wiped out, he got a black pot.

The black pot is in the hands of Ximen Bai. It can absorb souls and turn them into soul beads. It can be regarded as a top-quality evil weapon. Zhou Shu has seen it from afar, but in Zhou Shu's view, it is only used by evil cultivators. If he uses it If so, it shouldn't be considered an evil weapon.

Thinking of this, he picked up the black pot and looked at it carefully.

The height of the pot is seven inches, and the radius is about two inches two. There is a three-legged base attached to the bottom of the pot, and the three legs on the base are three golden toads. The shapes of golden toads are different, and they are all small, but they are lifelike and full of charm. .

It is not like a pot used by people, but more like an ancient ritual vessel.

Apart from the spout, there seems to be no other mouth. The body of the pot is as black as ink, densely covered with traces of time. It is obviously an ancient object, probably tens of thousands of years old, and the dense runes on the body of the pot are somewhat similar to the gun bell. It was when Zhou Shu saw this that he didn't classify it as an evil weapon.

"Anyway, it's the only thing left, so give it a try."

Zhou Shu poured in some spiritual power, and between rubbings, the black pot suddenly burst into strange four-color brilliance, which was bright and radiant.

He looked extremely focused, carefully searching for the direction of the spiritual power, deduced and calculated, and groped for the usage of the black pot bit by bit.

The process was not very long. After about a quarter of an hour, he learned three relatively simple usages, which he called gathering souls, condensing souls, and dispersing souls.

Gathering souls is easy to understand. Ximen Bai used it before to gather souls and spirits within a certain range into a black pot, and condensing souls is to condense the gathered souls into soul beads that evil cultivators can use. Soul, presumably Ximenbai doesn't know, is a function deduced by Zhou Shu, but he only has a vague feeling that he needs to try it.

Of course, there must be other usages of the black pot, but it is not something that Zhou Shu can try out like this. Only with accurate information can we fully know.

"Wow, what is this thing?"

Caiying came over curiously, and touched it lightly with the tip of the sword, "It feels like a very ancient magic weapon. I haven't seen it before, but it must be very powerful."

"You know it's useless?"

Zhou Shu smiled, stretched out his hand to take Caiying away, and walked slowly outside the formation, "You are not allowed to follow."

"snort."

Caiying was quite dissatisfied, but she could only watch eagerly in the formation.

Zhou Shu restrained his consciousness, and only used some spiritual power to resist the blood mist. He walked a few steps into the blood mist, and then released a trace of consciousness, like a fishing line, but he didn't need bait.

Immediately, a wisp of black smoke flew out, wrapping around the consciousness.

The fish is hooked.

Zhou Shu pulled it lightly, and his spiritual consciousness fell directly from the mouth of the pot into the black pot with the evil spirit.

"Caught it, caught it!"

Caiying yelled excitedly, jumping and screaming, as if taking revenge.

Zhou Shu, on the other hand, showed some caution, input spiritual power, and began to use the soul-dispersing function of the black pot.

He wants to try.

The black pot emits four colors of light again, and the light is constantly changing, obviously working.

Dispersing the soul obviously consumes a little more spiritual power than gathering the soul and condensing the soul, and it also takes longer. After about thirty breaths, the light from the black pot gradually dissipated.

Zhou Shu stared at the black pot tightly, not relaxing at all.

Caiying is the same.

The light disappeared, and a golden toad at the bottom of the pot suddenly opened its mouth, and a drop of black liquid slowly fell from it.

It hasn't dripped yet, but only a little shadow is revealed, and then a strong evil spirit is revealed, and the surrounding area is suddenly cloudy and cold.

Caiying hurriedly backed away a few steps, complaining, "Take it away, it's so uncomfortable."

Zhou Shu was overjoyed.