Chapter 471 Attempt

"Can the power of Yin Shen manifest into a dojo?"

Wang Ba couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.

If this is possible, then as long as there are enough believers and enough incense power is provided, a dojo can be created that can accommodate the cultivators of the Transformation of Gods and even the cultivators of Void Refining.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate at all, and his consciousness quickly withdrew from Yin Shen's body.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already on a mountain top shrouded in lush greenery.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw that the original crack in the sky was only a shallow mark, and nodded slightly.

After the downgrade of heaven and earth, he could clearly feel that the entire Kokura realm was shrinking.

While shrinking, Ogura Kai is also constantly healing some minor cracks spontaneously.

But it is only limited to fine cracks. Those slightly larger cracks, if there is no human intervention, it will take a long time to heal.

"The sect master taught the method of joining the wall to the Changsheng Sect and Youxian Temple. There should be no need for me to take action in Dayan and Xihai Kingdom... I don't know what the small countries in the South China Sea are like now..."

Wang Hao thought for a moment, then put away the distracting thoughts in his mind and considered the astonishing idea he just had.

"Dojo, the Taoist realm is forged by the Tao realm. The Tao realm requires the condensation of the Tao machine, and the Tao machine is the collection of the Tao intention... In other words, as long as I condense the Tao intention, it is possible to complete the construction of the dojo. This is a The process of two, two and three.”

"The meaning of Tao..."

Wang Hao frowned slightly.

The meaning of Tao is the true meaning of practice.

All practitioners have it, but they don’t realize it themselves.

It is often extremely difficult to realize one's own Taoism.

Once self-enlightenment is achieved, it is often the beginning of enlightenment, the perfection of the Nascent Soul, and the beginning of becoming a god.

Generally speaking, Taoism is intangible and has no quality. It can be perceived to a certain extent, but cannot be touched.

When he was promoted to Nascent Soul, he had a lot of new and profound understandings of the Five Elements. Coupled with the accumulation of the past many years, although he was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he was initially exposed to the level of Taoism.

This is also an important stage that is different from ordinary Nascent Soul.

The only trouble is that his understanding is now low and it is difficult to turn Taoism into reality.

"Yes, I also confiscated a lot of Taoism in Mori Country before..."

Wang Hao suddenly remembered, and immediately took out a special octagonal box made of black amber wood from the storage artifact.

The box was heavy, and Xin Zhao or someone else had left a sealing spell on it.

As he gently touched the box, he couldn't help but think of his master Yao Wubai's instructions when he captured it.

'You can refer to those collected Taoist ideas, but it is best not to completely integrate them into your understanding. These things come from complex sources and progress quickly in a short period of time, but they will affect the future...'

"Master..."

He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky.

There, there was a fragment with a faint remnant of the divine pattern remaining, silent and flickering under the skylight.

Sighed.

He immediately regained his composure and looked at the octagonal box in his hand.

In the past, it would have been difficult for Wang Yan to open it due to lack of cultivation. Now, the lines of the talisman were reflected in his eyes, and then quickly simplified into a divine pattern. He then swept his sleeves, and the black octagonal box was opened.

Wisps of turbid aura quickly overflowed from the octagonal box, but immediately triggered the restriction in the octagonal box. When the light shone, these turbid auras were blocked back again.

Wang Ba's spiritual consciousness swept through these Taoist ideas.

The moment his consciousness came into contact with these Dao thoughts, he seemed to have touched completely different realms.

There are the feminine and cunning elements of fire, the strong and fierce elements of water, and even the elements of earth. Some Taoist ideas are full of ruthlessness, while others are majestic...

Bizarre.

The same rice feeds all kinds of people.

The same soil can produce countless different flowers.

The same is true for Taoism.

Personal character, experience, insights, opportunities, skills, etc., will all create different Taoist meanings.

The degree of understanding of cultivation and the level of one's own cultivation also determine the quality of these Taoist ideas.

"These Taoist ideas... are mixed but not refined."

Wang Yan couldn't help but frown.

Compared with the Taoism that he had had close contact with once before, most of these Taoisms were turbid, shallow and weak.

If Taoism is like a big lake, then these Taoisms in front of you can at best be regarded as a puddle of water under your feet after the rain. The two are completely incomparable.

"It should be extracted from those missing casual cultivators."

Wang Hao soon had a guess in his mind.

But it's not a bad thing. The more superficial and simple the Taoism is, the easier it is to reproduce it with the power of the Yinshen.

He immediately selected a ray of fire law and tried to imitate it with the power of Yin Shen.

The next moment, a Taoist intention that was almost exactly the same as the fire method Taoist intention in the octagonal box quickly rose up in his hand.

Wang Ba's expression did not change.

This step is just a forcible fabrication with the power of the Yin God.

Although if you probe into it with your spiritual consciousness, you will also feel the darkness of the fire method.

But in essence, this is not much different from illusion.

The real trouble lies in the last step, condensing these fakes into real ones!

The power of the Yinshen in the center of his eyebrows immediately rushed towards the wisp of fire magic in his hand.

However, just a moment later, Wang Hao stopped investing the power of Yinshen with a gloomy expression.

"Not quite right, I have invested so much, but there is no sign of it becoming real... Is it because I haven't invested enough, or is it because Yin Shen can't really turn the Dao into reality?"

If it is the former, it's fine. If it is the latter, it can only mean that Yin Shen's practice of making the fake real has its limitations.

"But I always feel that the way I use it is not right."

Wang Ba couldn't help but frowned, and thought for a while, and suddenly another idea came to his mind:

"The mixed-blood white tiger... It is only a fourth-level top-grade, but it was able to fight against the third-level evil god before. Will there be a solution on it?"

"Oh, there is also that Fan Ming, but it was a pity that it ran away in Beihaizhou."

Wang Ba felt a little regretful.

If there is one more Fan Ming to study, maybe there will be more clues.

After thinking for a moment, he put his mind away with some disappointment.

Building a dojo, or obtaining a large amount of Hunyuan mother energy to help Xiaocangjie recover his status, whether these two can be achieved or not, will inevitably be a long and extremely costly huge project, and it will never be completed overnight.

He has long been prepared to fight a protracted war... and also prepared to never win.

Human power, in front of heaven and earth, is still insignificant after all.

Even the ancestor of Huangjizhou who tore open Xiaocangjie, eventually died under the backlash of heaven and earth.

The only thing he can rely on now is his almost endless lifespan.

"However, you can give the white tiger to your uncle for research first."

He searched in the storage magic tools for a while, but did not find the practice methods of Confucianism and Taoism in the martial arts books given by Chijian, which was a little regretful.

"Forget it, let's go back to the sect first."

Thinking of this, Wang Ba looked at the crack in the sky again, nodded slightly, and then flew straight towards the direction of Wanxiang Sect.

Now that the veins of Xiaocangjie have shrunk, the originally extremely long distance has shrunk a lot, and there is a trend of shrinking.

Fortunately, some important areas have been protected by the formations set up by the monks and have not been greatly affected.

For example, although the overall area of ​​Dajin has also shrunk a lot, the area under the jurisdiction of Wanxiang Sect is only affected by the area not protected by the formation.

However, not long after he flew, a trace of consciousness left in the body of Yinshen reminded him again.

"What happened in Wanshen Kingdom?"

Wang Ba was a little confused, but he immediately found a hidden place to stay, and then his mind quickly sank into the statue between his eyebrows.

...

"Has Chongwen City been broken?"

Yinshen Temple.

Wang Ba was a little surprised to hear this news.

Chongwen City was the first city of Huangjizhou that he encountered when he possessed the body of the monk of Xianghuo Dao.

To be precise, this is an important town under the rule of Daqian Dynasty, located in the southwest corner of Daqian and on the coast of the West Sea.

Many monks of the Xianghuo Dao had gone there before, but none of them had any good results.

In addition to being killed by the great scholar, he was shot into a hedgehog by the special crossbows on the city.

Below.

Sha Hui, the great elder of the Yinshen Clan, knelt on the ground and replied respectfully:

"Yes, not long ago, the well god, river god and rain god joined forces to divert the upstream river and cause heavy rain to roll down. The well god secretly blocked the water leakage point, causing Chongwen City to be flooded. The city was full of ordinary soldiers and Confucian scholars guarding the gate. The strange thing is that there were no monks here, so they won without fighting."

Wang Ba felt a little cold in his heart.

The four words "win without fighting" sound simple, but I'm afraid that Chongwen City is already full of floating corpses.

Looking at Sha Hui below, whose tone was calm, he couldn't help but feel a strong disgust in his heart.

It is not necessary to hide the fact that after practicing for a long time, it is obviously difficult for the monks to regard mortals as their equals.

This is the natural difference formed by lifespan and ability.

Even Wang Ba is not immune to this.

But at least he still knows that he is a mortal. It is nothing more than some rare opportunities for ordinary people and his own patience and planning over the years that have enabled him to reach today. Therefore, he always maintains awe for the mortal community.

This is not pretentiousness or self-whitewashing, but a person who has reached a certain height and seen a wider world, and naturally forms self-reflection.

However, these things are rare in these incense monks, or they do not exist at all.

But this is not something he can control, at least he can't control it at the moment.

He can only try to walk out of this temple calmly.

Looking into the distance.

The city closest to this place can hardly see the high walls, and can only vaguely see the golden dragon flags gradually falling into the turbid flood.

As a Yin God, he could hardly hear any living voices in the city at this moment.

"Yin God!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Wang Ba narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head, and looked at the source of the voice - an evil god with a jackal head.

It opened its wolf kiss right in front of him, revealing its sharp teeth and blood-red teeth between its black lips.

He withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.

However, the other party did not seem to be ready to give up, and smiled from afar:

"Is the Yin God still angry with us? It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

"The Yin God has just revived, and he must have not been to this Huangji Continent yet. Why don't we travel together? Isn't it fun?"

Wang Bao looked at the jackal-headed god with a suspicious expression.

But in his heart, he calmly and quickly thought about it.

"What does this jackal-headed god mean? Revenge? Or is he showing favor to me?"

"But... we can also go and see what are the differences between Huangji Continent and Feng Linzhou, and what's so powerful about the Hualong Pond. It would be better if we could get the cultivation methods of Confucian scholars."

He quickly made a decision in his mind.

The Kingdom of the Gods has Huangji Continent as a place to accumulate strength. Once it successfully stabilizes the situation and grows with peace of mind, it will inevitably be a disaster for all living beings in the entire Dajin and even the Xiaocang Realm.

Therefore, his biggest task at the moment is to slow down or prevent the evil gods of the Kingdom of Gods from becoming stronger as much as possible.

This must be a difficult thing, but the emergence of the Dragon Transformation Pond may be an important opportunity.

It was just that the character of Yin Shen needed to be maintained, so he snorted coldly and said scornfully:

"You are no more than a first- or third-class little god, a bidder who sells your leader. How can you be able to swim with me?"

"Shu, Shu... Yin God, although you are the first god born by the Mother Goddess, but you have not experienced the world for so many years, do you really think that this world is still the same as before? You should know that even if you are the Mother Goddess They also suffered a catastrophe as a monk not long ago, their divine bodies were destroyed, and their many years of hard work were ruined."

The jackal-headed god looked ugly, but thinking of the Mother Goddess' favor and trust in the Yin God, he suppressed the irritability and anger in his heart and spoke in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan's face showed a hint of hesitation.

The jackal-headed god had keen eyesight, so he naturally saw everything. He was overjoyed and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot. He walked closer and apologized a few more times.

Soon, the two gods settled their differences by catering to their respective wishes.

"Let's go together. There are still many people alive in Chongwen City. Let's see if we can pick up the slack!"

The jackal-headed god laughed and said.

Then came the bag god, the paper god, and even a pot god.

Several gods laughed and flew to Chongwen City together.

It is different from the last time when it was possessed by pure consciousness.

This time, Wang Ba's Yin Shen body could clearly feel the suppression of him from the pool above.

"This pond is quite unkind to us!"

The God of Kitchen God looked at the pool in the sky with a fierce look on his face.

"Hey, this Huangjizhou ancestor is afraid that he will blame us for his death!"

The jackal-headed god sneered.

Several gods soon landed in the sky above Chongwen City.

But no gods such as the Well God and the River God were seen.

"It should be time to capture the next city."

The jackal-headed god touched his chin and said.

Wang Ba didn't care so much, he raised his sleeves and swept away.

In the city below, the river quickly overflowed.

Soon, incense monks flew forward and grabbed the Confucian scholars who had completely lost consciousness.

These Confucian scholars, who could easily overwhelm the Xianghuo Dao monks before, are now extremely weak and no different from ordinary people, which really makes Wang Yan feel strange.

Some monks took down the arrows and crossbows on the city top and presented them to the Jackal God and others.

The jackal-headed god and others looked up and down at the crossbows, machine guns and the talisman patterns engraved on them, but they could not understand anything.

Wang Yan is much simpler.

Let the incense Taoist monks wake up these Confucian scholars, and then use the power of Yin to invade their consciousness when their consciousness is dim and blurred.

Soon, Wang Hao withdrew the power of Yinshen with a calm expression.

However, there were waves of waves in my heart:

"In this Hualong Pond, the Daqian Royal Family has swept across Huangji Continent and accumulated many years of inheritance and treasure trove."

"No wonder the local monks are not here. They have all gone to fight for the treasures and inheritance in Hualong Pond. How can they care about this?"

"But what I didn't expect was that the practice of Confucianism and Taoism would be so weird." (End of Chapter)