high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 341

prior to.

Even earlier.

As early as the beginning of his journey, when he was a slave in Fenyin City, inexplicably, a translucent attribute panel like an illusory light curtain appeared in his mind.

At that time.

Except for the name, whether it is martial arts or attribute values, they are all empty.

During that time, in order to obtain attribute values, Bai Shu tried to kill chickens, pigs, geese, and dogs, but he almost killed people. The attribute value was not increased, and the favorability of Aunt Wang, who was in charge of the spoon, was very good. Jump straight up.

He went to Caishikou, watched the beheading of warriors, and used Sasa as an excuse to sneak into Zhao Xiu's study to touch those ancient calligraphy and paintings.

But these are all in vain after all...

When Bai Shu thought that this life would pass away in a mediocre way, the purple mist in the sky suddenly surprised him again.

Countless people were infected by the purple mist demon and became living corpses who lost their sanity and only knew that they were thirsty for the flesh and blood of the living.

After killing the first living corpse.

Bai Shu also finally got the first attribute value.

Human Demon, Dark Demon...

Afterwards, the two creations created by Miaoyan are the same as the living corpses, and they cannot be separated from Ziwu.

Humans and demons are originally the exclusive term for the three realms of middle school, but after the "Yi Ding Heart Sutra" was born, they sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and became the main source of Baishu's attribute value no matter how hard to control... As for the black devil, it is It is an inexplicable projection summoned from the end of the purple mist by Zen Master Miaoyan in a strange way.

Today it is today.

With the already three-turbidity cultivation base, Bai Shu can more or less guess Miao Yan's deeds.

Whether it is the "Yi Ding Heart Sutra" or the Black Demon, they are just means for Miao Yan to explore the way forward.

The nine realms of martial arts, the lower three realms practice essence, the middle three realms practice qi, and the upper three realms practice spirit.

After Jedi Tiantong, the god refining method of the upper three realms has been lost, and the sixth realm of immortals is the end of martial arts in today's world.

Inspired by the living corpse born of Ziwu, Miao Yan, who has already stepped on the end of the human immortal, can't see the way forward, and finds another way to delve into the unpredictable Ziwu.

And this way, it really made him come up with some tricks.

Although unwilling to admit it, it is undeniable.

Miao Yan, a lover of objects, is an alien martial arts version of Orochimaru. Although it was unintentional, his various creations have indeed achieved Baishu, allowing him to squeeze out a lot of attribute values.

From this point of view.

Miao Yan is a real ghost...

"Living corpses, human demons, black demons..."

In the sky, Bai Shu stared blankly holding his pearl umbrella, speechless, the pearl umbrella in his hand swirled leisurely with the wind, thousands of beams of light streamed down like silk ribbons, surrounding him like a god man filling the sky.

"These three things are obviously related to Ziwu. I always thought that the attribute value was related to Ziwu..."

Bai Shu smiled wryly, and looked at the place where Luo Yuanzhen died. There was only a deep pit, bottomless:

"Why, I also killed a lot of five realms, why don't they have attribute values? And human immortals, why can human immortals have them?"

The dead Luo Yuan was really not a demon. In his body, there was only the true energy of martial arts that was the most pure Yang, without even a trace of purple mist.

Bai Shu's eyes stopped for a while, and he was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicable.

After the death of this immortal, the collapse of the three hundred caves also came to an abrupt end.

Bai Shu held Ruyu's umbrella handle, released a wisp of divine intent, and shot electricity into the umbrella surface, trying to plant the brand of primordial spirit.

brush--

It was surprisingly easy.

As if water and milk blended together, the primordial spirit imprints left by the masters of the Qingshen temples of the past generations were all expelled, and the umbrella was branded with the imprint of Baishu with a slight sway.

Three hundred light clusters appeared in front of his eyes in an instant, Thunder Prison, Huang Mo, Heishui, Zeguo, Xueyuan... In the dark, an invisible general force came over with a bang at the moment when the Yuanshen brand was imprinted.

Bai Shu tried to lift his finger, and all three hundred caves jumped for joy in response to his movement.

"This is the Hunyuan Umbrella, one of the three true artifacts in this world. Unexpectedly, you are the one who is destined for it."

Suddenly there was a whisper from behind, and Bai Shu was startled, quickly put up the Hunyuan Umbrella, and turned around hastily.

few steps away.

A nasturtium flower suddenly appeared in the void, and Guanghui, whose clothes were stained with blood, was standing on the lotus flower with a human head, and said in a flat voice:

"Practice the Hunyuan Umbrella, and wait for it to be blessed with the mighty power of three hundred small caves at all times. Just relying on a little bit, even if it is as expensive as a human immortal, it will be difficult to kill you easily."

Speaking of this point, Guanghui glanced at the pearl umbrella held by Baishu calmly, and he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice to hide the surprise in his eyes.

The three real weapons in this world-the Hunyuan Umbrella, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, and the Luobao Money.

These three real artifacts all have immeasurable supernatural powers, can easily open up the Hunyuan, recreate the universe, and contain spirituality, all of them are extraordinary.

Not to mention the Flying Saber and the Hunyuan Umbrella, the Luobao Money was once the ancestral instrument of the Leiyin Temple. Although when the north and the south were separated, the Luobao Money was first taken away by the Northern Chan School.

However, the patriarch of Jingang Temple described this magic weapon in detail for the descendants of the Southern Chan sect in the classics.

Eleven generations of abbots of Leiyin Temple and eleven immortals took nearly [-] years to barely obtain the approval of Luobao Money, and one of the immortals named Panmo even gave up his Zen fruit and spared no effort to get it. Use blood sacrifice to shake the spirit of falling treasure money.

And Baishu...

Guang Hui looked at the Hunyuan Umbrella in his hand, and suddenly fell silent.

How long has it been since Luo Yuan really died?

Hunyuan Umbrella, did you throw yourself into someone else's arms so soon?

"The three real weapons, apart from the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife and the Hunyuan Umbrella, do they actually have Luobao money?"

Bai Shu frowned, looked at Guang Hui standing on the golden lotus, when his eyes moved to the head in Guang Hui's hand, his eyes flickered slightly.

It was a very strange head, hard to describe.

The skin is turquoise, three parts like a human, but seven parts like a ghost. The head looks like a middle-aged man. On the top of his head, there is a green light boiling and surging. It was only suppressed by Guang Hui with his hands, so that it did not let the The green light skyrocketed and rushed out of the sky.

"This is the Patriarch of Shouwu Ye Clan, Ye Gong."

Seeing that Bai Shu didn't make a sound, but his eyes were slightly curious, Guang Hui held up the green glowing head and smiled:

"Ye Gong is also a sixth-level cultivation base, and he has achieved the fruit of human immortality. Although I killed the primordial spirit, he cast a forbidden spell when he was dying. I held his head in order to Suppress the curse, lest the miasma does not explode."

Bai Shu nodded, but didn't make a sound.

"I have killed most of the immortals who came to attack my Vajra Temple today. Although some escaped, they couldn't escape very far. The farce is over."

Guanghui said lightly:

"Since you have controlled the Hunyuan Umbrella, let the population of these three hundred small caves go out!"

Bai Shu nodded yes, he urged the Hunyuan Umbrella, and recited silently in his heart.

"open!"

……

"open!"

The three hundred light groups shook, the movement just started, but stopped abruptly.

Opening the three hundred small caves is difficult, and it is much more difficult than releasing the catastrophic wind and calamity fire.

Amidst Bai Shu's continuous shouts, the real qi in his body flowed rapidly, the three hundred light clusters did not move, but the umbrella swayed, emitting streams of radiance.

"……open!"

Bai Shu couldn't hold back, he smiled sarcastically, and when he was about to read again, suddenly, a jade-like hand came out from behind and pinched the handle of the Hunyuan Umbrella.

(End of this chapter)