Chapter 3 The Supreme Enchantment

It was not until Zhou Dingyun left for a long time that Su Zimo let out a long sigh and his face was a little pale.

Although this confrontation was short-lived, it was extremely dangerous. Fortunately, everything was in his calculations.

During the conversation with Shen Mengqi, Su Zimo heard a detail that she and Zhou Dingyun would only leave Pingyang Town with Zhenren Canglang tomorrow.

Su Zimo expected that Zhou Dingyun would definitely take revenge tonight!

It's not that Su Zimo didn't think about asking the Su Mansion for help, but in this way, apart from implicated in the Su Mansion, there would be no change in the outcome.

Because Zhou Dingyun couldn't kill him.

He is no longer the scumbag he used to be, but a person who is going to worship the fairy door. Once this person dies, the Canglang master will definitely kill him. Who can stop him then?

Su Zimo had never killed anyone, but for some reason, just when the sharp knife stabbed Zhou Dingyun's throat, he was not nervous, timid or fearful, but rather excited and eager to try.

No matter if the sky collapses or the ground sinks tomorrow, just kill the bully and relieve the bad anger in his chest, that will be a joy!

The murderous aura on Su Zimo wasn't disguised, because just now, he almost couldn't control it and stabbed it!

For the first time, Su Zimo discovered that the blood flowing in his body was not a scholar's blood, but more like a battlefield general who was slaughtered by iron blood, and more like a wild river and lake that rejoices in favor and hatred.

A body of fame failed to quell the gangster, but instead forced him back with a sharp knife in his hand.

"The pain of ten years of cold window is not worth the benefit of a sharp knife."

Su Zimo laughed at himself: "Hundreds of Useless is a scholar, but that's all."

Su Zimo returned to the room, threw the sharp knife aside, and lay down on the bed, but did not feel sleepy at all.

He is worried about one thing.

With Zhou Dingyun's temperament, after he has successfully cultivated, he will definitely return to Pingyang Town.

That would be his own demise.

Maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe ten years.

No matter what, Zhou Dingyun will definitely come back!

Su Zimo knew this, but today he had to turn the tiger back to the mountain.

Because, if Zhou Dingyun is killed, he will die tomorrow. If Zhou Dingyun is released, there is at least a glimmer of hope.

The silver lining is that before Zhou Dingyun comes back after Xiucheng, he can gain the strength to fight against it.

But is this possible?

What is Linggan?

Why don't you have spiritual roots?

Why is it impossible to practice without spiritual roots?

why……

Su Zimo's mind was in chaos, full of curiosity about Immortal Sect and dazed about the future.

Unconsciously, Su Zimo's eyelids got heavier and he fell asleep in a daze.

Su Zimo had a strange dream.

In the dream, an immortal whispered in his ear: "Do you want to practice?"

Of course Su Zimo would.

There had never been a moment when he was as hungry for power as he was now.

But Su Zimo always felt that something was wrong.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to wake up suddenly, and sat up suddenly, with suspicion in his eyes, and before he knew it, cold sweat had wet his back.

He finally realized what was wrong.

This is not a dream!

Is someone really asking him - do you want to practice?

Su Zimo got up and opened the door, and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Just beside the peach tree in the yard, a beautiful woman in a blood-red robe stood there, her beautiful eyes gleaming, looking at him quietly.

I don't know when, the dark clouds dissipated, the moonlight was like water, and the peach blossoms fell one after another.

"You, do you want to practice?"

Dieyue spoke again, her voice soft, with a hint of laziness, which was extremely pleasant.

Su Zimo took a deep breath and gradually regained his composure. There were countless questions in his heart, but when he came to his mouth, there was only one word left: "Think."

"Okay, I'll teach you." Dieyue's tone was casual, as if she wanted to teach Su Zimo how to dress and eat.

Su Zimo walked down the stone steps and came to Dieyue, staring at those clear eyes like spring water.

Dieyue is also looking at him.

After a while, Su Zimo found that the woman in front of her was like a mystery, and she couldn't see through it at all.

On the contrary, under Dieyue's gaze, Su Zimo felt that everything about him was invisible and had no secrets.

For a moment, Su Zimo's mind flashed a glimpse, Diyue knew everything that happened to him today.

Even the other party knows his own mind!

"I don't have spiritual roots." After a while, Su Zimo said.

"There is a cultivation method that does not require spiritual roots."

"What exercises?" Su Zimo asked subconsciously.

"Monster Clan Cultivation Technique!" Dieyue's eyes were bright, exuding a strange look.

Su Zimo's face changed, and he couldn't help but take a half step back.

Even though he didn't know anything about cultivation, Su Zimo knew people. The truth of the different paths of demons, in the legends heard in the past, there is no shortage of ghosts and demons harming people.

Do you want to practice demon clan exercises and become a slaughtering demon?

But after being silent for a while, Su Zimo made up his mind.

"I learn."

Su Zimo didn't know what he would become in the future, but he knew that if he couldn't grasp this opportunity, when Zhou Dingyun returned soon, he would definitely die, let alone talk about the future.

Dieyue was not surprised, she seemed to have expected that Su Zimo would agree, and continued: "If you want to learn this demon clan practice, you must agree to two conditions. First, don't ask me about my identity and origin, I Teach, you learn. Second, you are not allowed to spread this practice.”

"Okay." Su Zimo nodded.

Dieyue said again: "One more thing, if you want to practice this method, you will experience unimaginable dangers, and you may lose your life at any time. Don't expect me to save you."

Su Zimo smiled lightly: "Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven."

"If you have any doubts, ask." Dieyue smiled slightly.

This is the first time Su Zimo has seen Dieyue's smile in the past two years, and his heart suddenly filled with a sense of surprise, and he was a little absent-minded.

But in the blink of an eye, Su Zimo's eyes returned to clarity, and he asked in a deep voice, "What is spiritual root? What is cultivation? Why does Master Canglang say that without spiritual root, cultivation is impossible?"

"Cultivation can also be called self-cultivation and Taoism. Humans have the three oldest schools of self-cultivation - immortals, Buddhas, and demons. The so-called spiritual roots are the sayings of Xianmen. Buddhists call them Huigen, and Demons call them They are the same as the Demon Seeds. As a human race, if you don’t have spiritual roots, you really can’t worship in these three doors.”

Su Zimo understood, Dieyue's implication was that cultivating a demon does not need spiritual roots.

Dieyue continued: "People have five senses, vision, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and the spiritual root is equivalent to the sixth sense, which is the key to feeling the spiritual energy between heaven and earth."

Su Zimo suddenly realized.

Without spiritual roots, one cannot 'see' the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and naturally one cannot cultivate.

Su Zimo asked again, "Is there a realm of cultivation, and what realm is Master Canglang?"

"The Immortal Gate can be divided into Qi Condensation Realm, Foundation Establishment Realm, Jindan Realm, Nascent Soul Realm... He is a Jindan cultivator. Cultivating demons, immortals, demons, and Buddhas all have realms. They have reached the same destination in different ways, but no matter what, the way of the golden elixir is a chasm that must be crossed. There are so many cultivators, but half of them are stuck in the elixir way, and they are hopeless for life.”

"Cultivation is a heaven-defying move that captures the heavens and the earth. Stepping into the alchemy path means breaking free from the shackles of heaven and earth for the first time, and the lifespan can rise to five hundred years. The so-called golden elixir is swallowed, and then you know me. Fate is inexorable!"

Dieyue said: "This monster clan practice method you want to practice is divided into nine chapters, the first part is quenching the body, the second part is cultivating the tendons, the third part is forging bones, the fourth part is cutting the marrow, and the fifth part is refining the internal organs. The sixth chapter is opening the orifices, and the seventh chapter is the elixir-forming chapter, if you want to take revenge, you must cultivate to the seventh chapter."

"What is this exercise called?" Su Zimo asked.

"The Secret Book of the Twelve Demon Kings in the Great Wilderness."

Su Zimo froze in his heart.

He is just a scholar and has never been in contact with the world of self-cultivation. He just feels that the name of this exercise seems to have a bloody aura!

"The first part of the Secret Tome of the Twelve Demon Kings in the Great Wilderness can be divided into two layers, skin and flesh, which correspond to different breathing and breathing methods, and also have different techniques and movements."

Dieyue's eyes flashed a strange light, and then, Su Zimo's mind added a few long and mysterious formulas.

There are no immortal mountains and green waters, no heaven and heaven, no Qionglou and Yuyu, just in this humble courtyard, under this peach tree with peach blossoms in full bloom, Su Zimo stepped into practice!

It seems to be very random, very coincidental, and it seems that it has been predestined.

Not long after, under Dieyue's guidance, Su Zimo felt that his exhalation and inhalation gradually changed from usual.

This does not seem to be the method of human breathing.

After repeated corrections and repeated practice, Su Zimo gradually found a feeling.

Under this kind of breathing, the body is warm, and the flesh and blood in the body seems to be burning and boiling, turning into an endless stream of essence, which continuously flows to the surface of the body.

Su Zimo's skin felt itchy for a while.

"This skin-quenching breathing method is taken from the Demon King of the Wild Bull. It can be practiced by walking, standing, sitting or lying down, regardless of the posture. The cow is strong in nature and tough in skin, and it is difficult to pierce it with a sword. experience."

Seeing that Su Zimo's breathing was gradually on the right track, Dieyue turned around and returned to the room without disturbing him.

Su Zimo has long been immersed in this wonderful breathing, and with every breath, he can clearly notice that his skin has become rougher, tougher and stronger.

The night gradually faded away.

However, Su Zimo didn't know the passage of time, and even forgot where he was. He just kept comprehending the formula and breathing.

Just when the first ray of sunlight broke through the sky, Su Zimo was shocked, and suddenly felt that two extremely hard things seemed to be protruding from his head and shot into the sky!

At this moment, Su Zimo seems to have really transformed into a world-class bull demon, swallowing up the world!

"Um?"

Dieyue, who was sitting quietly in the room, moved in her heart, her eyes penetrated the wall and fell on Su Zimo.

"Actually realized the essence so quickly? Heh... It's a genius of cultivating monsters, so I don't waste my chance on you." Die Yue's eyes flashed a touch of admiration, but she didn't see any movement, but the whole person came to the courtyard strangely. , appeared in front of Su Zimo.

boom!

Su Zimo, who was immersed in cultivation, was suddenly hit by an external force, and the whole person flew far away, naturally interrupting his breathing.

Su Zimo got up from the ground, feeling a little dizzy, and looked around, there was no one else in the yard.

Su Zimo frowned and looked at Dieyue not far away.

"Don't die?" The admiration in Dieyue's eyes had already been hidden, and she said coldly.

"What?" Su Zimo was stunned.

I saw Die Yue waving her sleeve robe, and in front of Su Zimo, a sparkling water mirror appeared out of thin air.

Su Zimo was stunned, such means are indeed far beyond his understanding.

But when Su Zimo saw himself in the water mirror, the surprise in his eyes all turned into panic!

"how so?"

Su Zimo's figure was a little thin, but in the water mirror, he was a whole lot thinner than before, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he was as thin as a firewood.

If it weren't for the familiar facial features and the contours of his cheeks, Su Zimo couldn't believe that the person in the water mirror was himself.

"No matter what kind of practice, power will not be generated out of thin air. The three doors of immortals, Buddhas, and demons absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, and some demons of Taoism can also absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to temper the body, and you have not reached that realm. Every time you breathe, you will be refining your own flesh and blood essence, if you keep practicing like this, within three days, you will be dead."

"Then what should we do?" Su Zimo was startled.

"Naturally, it is to devour flesh and blood, replenish essence and then cultivate."

When it comes to food, Su Zimo's stomach has begun to growl, and an uncontrollable hunger swept through his body, almost driving him crazy.

Su Zimo strode straight to the kitchen to kill him, the wind was blowing like a cloud, and within a quarter of an hour, everything that could be eaten in the kitchen was stuffed into his stomach by Su Zimo, and his hunger was relieved a little.

It was only at this time that Su Zimo realized that he had not slept all night, not only did he not feel tired at all, on the contrary, he was full of energy, and his movements were full of energy.

Su Zimo picked up the thin-skin iron basin next to him and squeezed it with his fingers.

I saw a few more finger prints clearly on the iron basin!

"Hey! So powerful?"

Su Zimo was silent.

After just one night of cultivation, there was such a big change, and Su Zimo was suddenly full of confidence in the future.

"Presumably even if Zhou Dingyun returned from Immortal Sect, I would still have the strength to fight against him."

At this time, Su Zimo did not know the horror of the secret scriptures of the Twelve Demon Kings in the Great Wilderness. This exercise is really a supreme magic scripture that embraces yin and yang, seizes good fortune, turns the universe, and twists the qi machine. It does not belong to this world. thing.