Chapter 141 Demonic Cultivation

Gu Xiao was surprised by Zhu Yuan's reaction.

This guy didn't yell for killing when he saw him? He didn't even need the so-called disintegration method to die with him.

A closer look revealed that Zhu Yuan had become a useless person.

"You?" Gu Xiao was surprised. He couldn't imagine what it was like to be without internal strength. It must be uncomfortable to fall from the clouds to the altar.

"Don't talk about you and me. If you want to kill me, please take this big head. Move quickly and don't disturb the students." Zhu Yuan was a little impatient.

Although he had let go of the past, he couldn't have a good face when he saw his old enemy.

"No, I will not attack you. It has been the same from the beginning to the end. The death of the master was just an accident. This time I came here just to pay a visit to Xu Xuan."

Zhu Yuan didn't know what he was thinking. A strange smile appeared on his lips. He said, "Then you can go. The school is a quiet place. Outsiders are not allowed to come in."

Gu Xiao didn't rush to leave, but asked, "Is Xu Xuan really as powerful as the rumors say?"

"Most of them are rumors. He is just an ordinary grandmaster."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Xiao disappeared here.

But he didn't look for Xu Xuan immediately. Instead, he transformed himself into an ordinary scholar and settled down in the city.

Zhu Yuan told Kou Zhen the information. Kou Zhen and others strengthened their defenses, but Gu Xiao never came.

In this way, half a year passed.

Mirror World.

A dark and deep mountain stream.

Clouds and springs are gushing, and moss and yellow leaves are green.

A dark red stilt house stands on the shore. The building is three feet above the ground, and strange red lanterns are hung on the eaves.

Thick fog filled the woods, and it seemed that there were many ghosts.

Inside the house, a huge Tai Chi pattern came into view.

A woman in green sat cross-legged, breathing in and out Yin Qi.

In front of her were three men and one woman, all about seven or eight years old, learning to breathe and meditate.

After a long time, Hong Xiangling put away the skills, walked back and forth, and instructed everyone.

This is the first step in creating a sect.

Since the Fairy in the Mirror rewarded the skills, Hong Xiangling resolutely turned to the way of Yinhun. These people are good seedlings she found from the folk, and will be trained as the first generation of disciples.

As time goes by, she believes that the Yinshan Sect will definitely grow stronger.

In the end, if it can annex Xuanjing Mountain, it will become a powerful force that rules tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people.

This is her next goal.

There is no future in being a robbery cultivator, and it is too stupid to be a businessman.

The world of cultivating immortals still relies on power and background.

With a huge sect behind you, you can tolerate mistakes and fail once or twice.

If you can establish the inheritance of the sect, there will be a steady stream of new people to strengthen the sect.

This is the meaning of the sect's existence. Of course, the successors must be strictly selected. If the disciples are not upright, it will be a disaster.

Real world.

At night, the stars are bright.

There are gusts of cold wind in the bamboo forest, and the green mist is diffused around Wutong Cave.

There are ten pavilion-like altars outside the cave, each with a terracotta warrior.

The terracotta warriors are painted with cinnabar runes, slowly absorbing the yin energy from the outside world.

In Wutong Cave, Xu Xuan has talismans painted on his body, and the Yin God seal is beside him.

He is practicing the soul-searching method.

If this method is successfully refined, there is no need to bother to force a confession in the future. Forcing a confession also requires worrying about whether the other party has concealed the key points.

The soul-searching technique is much simpler. Just use your magical powers to read the other party's memory.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Xuan opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

He stood up and stretched, and took out a large black jar from his storage bag, which contained something similar to black mud.

He poured the black mud on the ground, and suddenly, the divine seal emitted light, and countless ghost heads emerged, eating mud like tadpoles frantically.

At this moment, Wutong Cave Heaven became gloomy and terrifying, like the underworld hell.

Torturing ghosts and summoning gods, making clouds and rain.

The martial arts of the time are completely incomparable in front of the mysterious magic.

They are growing, and their internal strength is improving.

But their growth rate is completely incomparable to their own speed of becoming stronger.

Unlike martial artists who are good at relying on internal strength and physical fitness, Xu Xuan often only needs to learn a new magic to restrain their years of hard training.

Heavenly prison.

The deepest iron prison, the prison door and chains are all made of refined iron.

Several ragged people were imprisoned in the room.

They lowered their heads, breathing weakly, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside.

Everyone looked up and saw a young man, followed by Kou Zhen.

"Master, this is the master of Tang State." Kou Zhen pointed at several people and said.

Hearing this, everyone raised their heads and stared at Xu Xuan's face, with hatred and a hint of shock.

They were all shocked by Xu Xuan's youth.

Why is there such a young grandmaster in the world?

The young man on the far right raised his head. In the dim environment, his eyes were as sharp as swords.

Jiantang sneered: "Xu Xuan, you have done so many evil things that you have lost the support of the people. It is only a matter of time before you are destroyed."

"Haha, that's right. I'll wait for you down there." Another person laughed cruelly.

Recently, many masters from aristocratic families have been thrown into prisons. They also know the evil deeds of Taoism. In their opinion, Taoism will have a hard time under the opposition of the whole world and will end after a brief period of glory.

"People's support? What is that? Let's start with you..." Xu Xuan chuckled and came to Jiantang. His right hand became a claw and clasped Jiantang's head fiercely.

"Uh ah ah!!"

Jiantang screamed in pain, his veins bulging.

The scream was so shrill that everyone felt as if they were in hell, and their hair stood up instantly.

At the same time, a stream of memories emerged in Xu Xuan's mind.

It was like playing a movie, but it was obviously multiplied. The memory flowed rapidly and would not obey his command.

Soon, Jian Tang died suddenly.

Xu Xuan let go and looked at his dark palm.

"My entry level proficiency is still not good enough, and the efficiency of obtaining information is too slow."

But then again, I am becoming more and more like a demon cultivator.

Then, Xu Xuan released an evil ghost from the divine seal.

The ferocious ghost head, with a dark green light flashing in its eyes, opened its dark mouth and devoured Jian Tang's flesh and blood crazily.

This elegant swordsman in white died just like that.

The heroic spirit of the rivers and lakes and the chivalrous style will no longer exist, replaced by Taoism and metaphysics.

"This..."

"Ghost?"

Everyone's worldview is close to collapse.

The martial arts masters have never seen ghosts, and they are even afraid of ghosts in their hearts. Now that they have seen real ghosts, they are indeed living up to expectations. They are also afraid of this thing.

It is really hard to believe that there are really ghosts in the world.

People's hearts?

In front of ghosts and gods, is the people's hearts still important? Just suppress the world with magic power.

For a moment, the masters of the aristocratic families were in despair.

What else in the world can subdue this man?

Only when the two ways of good and evil are united, and thousands or tens of thousands of people are willing to die, can this man be captured and peace be brought to the world for all eternity.

"Ah!!"

"Spare my life!"

In the next few days, screams of pain were heard from the inside of the prison.

Taoism has always had rules for killing people. If there is no direct or indirect blood debt on hand, it will not come to this prison.

But as a martial arts master who has left his job, they drink and eat meat, and spend a lot of money in the restaurant. Where does the money come from?

This world is balanced. If someone enjoys luxury, someone must suffer for it.

Coming here proves that they are guilty.

Soon, several months passed, the cell was emptied, and Xu Xuan's soul-searching technique also entered a small success.

After that, Xu Xuan returned to the mountain to practice.

While practicing the basic skills, he received the supplies that were continuously delivered.

Outside the sycamore tree, the Terracotta Warriors absorbed Yin Qi, and a white candle was lit in front of them.

Gods eat incense and ghosts eat candles, and this is done to stimulate the spirituality of the Terracotta Warriors.

Inside the cave, Xu Xuan was offering sacrifices to a small triangular flag with a black background and a gold border, with the word "Yin" written on it.

Blood and blood were used to draw talismans, and Qi was used to refine weapons.

The mountain was becoming more and more gloomy and terrifying.

At this time, a black shadow flashed under the night sky and came to the outside of the iron bamboo forest?

The moment the figure entered the bamboo forest, Xu Xuan opened his eyes.

"Huh? Is there a master? Such a strong fluctuation, could it be a grandmaster? Well, I finally saw a living person."

Xu Xuan's mind moved, and he released the bamboo forest formation.

Cold...

The moment Gu Xiao came in, the first feeling was cold.

The surrounding area was very quiet and silent.