I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1167: Refining Method

dusk.

It is not yet dusk.

The vast expanse of land is desolate and cold; even the dusk is chilly because of the loneliness.

At this time, the sky was high and the land was vast, and even the wind and sand did not blow, as if the entire world was frozen in an instant.

So lonely.

Song Zhong sat in the sunset. He did not feel lonely. Instead, he was very excited, even excited.

Holding a pen in his right hand, he was writing something quickly at the desk. This barren world should have nothing on it, but there was a complete desk and writing brushes and ink, which was even more complete than an examination room.

He suddenly stopped writing and asked hurriedly, "What happened next?"

"later……"

A hoarse and ethereal voice responded to him.

"I'll need your help with what happens next."

Song Zhong suddenly woke up and looked at the huge stone wall in front of him. An old man was sitting cross-legged inside the stone wall.

The old man's withered hair hung down, covering his face, and looked messy.

He was wearing a tattered black and red robe. Maybe it was because it was too old or for some other reason, but it looked as old as a stone eroded by wind and sand.

Song Zhong narrowed his eyes, packed up his brushes, rinsed them clean in the pen holder, poured ink into them, and put them all in a book basket. He carefully put the thick book into his arms as if it were a treasure, then he stood up with a smile on his face again and bowed, "I wonder what the old gentleman needs my help with?"

The haggard old man raised his head, and his cloudy eyes turned out to be double pupils of different sizes.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him, who was about thirty or forty years old. According to him, he had failed in the examinations many times, and he really liked ghost stories, so he traveled back and forth all the time. He had a restaurant in Xipu of the city, specializing in providing tea and snacks. As long as people could provide stories, he would give some to people to take away.

Found this place a few years ago.

"Go east for ten thousand miles. There is a vast world there. Use your brush to paint over all the stone tablets you see, and that would be a favor to me."

Song Zhong sighed and said, "If it were anything else, I would definitely try my best, but I'm sorry I can't do it for this matter."

"Why?"

Song Zhong clasped his fists and said, "I heard from an old man in the past that there was a great disturbance in the underworld in the recent ancient times. An immortal demon wanted to sacrifice the common people to become an immortal. It can be said to be a great catastrophe that will destroy the world."

"All the righteous monks have come out to destroy the demon god and restore peace to the world. In the past few years, I thought that you were just a ghost fairy in the mountains, but now that I have heard your story, I am afraid that you are the demon god who destroys the world."

The old devil chuckled.

"You're not dead?"

The old demon just smiled and did not answer the young man's question.

The old demon looked at the distant starry sky with a calm expression, feeling the surge of magic power, and asked: "Do you know the legend of the underworld?"

"I know." Song Zhong nodded slightly. He was particularly interested in these stories, so he collected a lot of strange anecdotes. Most of them were known after piecing them together, and some of them were heard from people who had come back to life.

So he said: "Legend has it that the underworld is located in Luodu in the underworld, and is ruled by the Emperor Yin, with the Five Ghost Emperors, the Ten Yama Kings, the Four Judges, and the Eighteen Yin Marshals under him..."

"good."

The old devil felt melancholy but also somewhat relieved, as the underworld was perfect after all.

Or in other words, the fact that he is still alive means that the great way of the underworld is still prevalent throughout the world.

“Is there any better good or evil in this world?”

Song Zhong looked doubtful, and he could hear some anticipation in the voice.

But he didn't know for sure, he just inferred based on his impression and previous stories: "It should be better."

"Okay."

The old demon pursed his lips and nodded.

The existence of the underworld has finally brought some changes to this turbid world.

That’s good, at least their efforts were not in vain and there are traces left.

Song Zhong was even more confused. He frowned and asked, "But in the story, it seems that what you did was the right thing. Why did you sacrifice the common people after reaching such a high level of cultivation?"

“Now that it has come to that, we have to give it a try.” The old devil waved his hand and slowly stood up.

He was a skinny little guy sitting cross-legged on the mat, but when he stood up, he was over nine feet tall. Song Zhong looked like a skinny child in front of him, but when the old demon stood up, Song Zhong could see a bit of domineering arrogance in his posture.

Red-haired waterfall.

The huge purple-black horn points obliquely to the blue sky.

Rotating double pupils.

Sharp fangs.

And that gaze that is indifferent to everything, as if it can encompass the entire universe.

A hint of evil spirit floated in the corners of his eyes, adding a bit of weirdness.

The cold words swept away his dejected look, as if his weakness just now was just a layer of stone shell, and now he was the real world-destroying demon god, capable of destroying the heaven and earth and causing the extinction of all living things.

The aura of murderous intent was overwhelming.

He turned around.

About to leave.

"Why are there cultivators who can fly and hide in the ground in this world, but we can't practice?" Song Zhong shouted.

There was longing in my eyes.

He was too curious about that world, but it seemed that there had never been any cultivators in the entire Dazhen court.

The most powerful person Song Zhong had ever seen was an old general who retired and returned to his hometown.

It is said that this old general was a match for ten thousand men on the battlefield and could kill a hundred men in battle formation, but he still died at the age of eighty-three. According to the old demon god, as long as one practices cultivation, one can live to a hundred years old without illness, which means that the old general was not a cultivator, not even a qigong practitioner.

"Maybe, it's because of... me."

The old devil murmured softly that the court of Dazhen was full of mortals, without a single cultivator.

Because they are also sealed.

As for sacrificing human life, it's ok to fool children and tell them it's just a fairy tale.

The founder of the three religions also said that the Emperor of Heaven would sacrifice all living things to become an immortal.

He doesn’t know whether the Emperor of Heaven wants to become an immortal, but the founders of the three religions should want to become immortals very much.

I didn't expect that I would be the next after the Emperor of Heaven.

It can be said that there are predecessors and successors.

One after another.

As the old demon left, the barrier in front of him that was as high as a mountain and seemed to be at the end of the world also disappeared, and the desolation around him also faded away.

When Song Zhong turned around, he saw his own carriage and the sleepy boy.

Just as he was about to wake the boy, a golden-armored earth god appeared not far away and said thankfully, "Boy, you're lucky you didn't listen to him and rush thousands of miles away. There are huge formations all over the place. Not to mention a mere mortal like you, even a great cultivator would be crushed into a pulp if he got caught in it. Not even his soul would be left."

"Even if you want to go, the land god will stop you before you leave."

Song Zhong bowed slightly, unable to hide his panic. He expected someone to come, but he didn't expect it to be the golden-armored immortal. He hurriedly said, "I don't want to bring suffering to the common people, so I won't release the big demon."

"Shall we take action?"

Another golden-armored mountain god lowered his voice.

"No, don't make him unhappy. He is just a mortal. He has at most 20 to 30 years to live."

The earth god in the lead shook his head, then blew up a gust of yang energy and the carriage rushed out in the wind.

"He has memories and has reached the underworld..."

“Who can find this place?”

"He cheated us, and he wanted to take it."

"Okay, don't make things complicated, don't have any inappropriate thoughts, otherwise he will take advantage of the situation. Once we take action and are contaminated by karma, his child will seek revenge on us. Who do you think he will ask for help?" The golden-armored earth god watched the carriage leave and said calmly: "Newcomer, just do your job well."

"Yes."

"Come on, I'll show you what to do." The Earth God casually parted the fog in front of him.

What comes into view is a vast forest of stone tablets.

As he walked, he said, "These stone tablets need to be repaired regularly."

The distant sky is a huge tower.

The stone tablets are like nails holding the tower here.

The mountain god pointed at the tower and asked, "That's where..."

"No."

The square-lipped, broad-mouthed Earth God shook his head and said, "No one knows where he is."

"That tower..."

"There is a cultivator at the first level of Qi training in the tower. He must be replaced every hundred years."

"First level of Qi training?"

"It must be the first level of Qi training." The Earth God looked at the tower in the distance, towering into the clouds and standing between heaven and earth, and said slowly: "If it is a little higher, there will be a little more magic power. A little bit of magic power may not have much effect on us, but once that person gets the magic power, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Will that person agree to practice Qi one level at a time?" the mountain god asked doubtfully.

He had heard of the legends of the underworld.

"We don't need his consent. As long as we inject our magic power into it, he will take control." The Earth God saw a flash of excitement in the Mountain God's eyes, and sneered, "If you are not afraid of death, go and get it. Even the fifth-step great magical power cannot break the formation of the tower. You will be wiped out by the formation before you find his true self."

"Even if you find his true self, you will lose control of yourself the moment you get it."

The complex thoughts in the mountain god's eyes were rolling back and forth. He might have had such thoughts in his mind: "But I heard that all the cultivators who have mastered that immortal weapon have become famous figures."

"You can take it if you are alive, but you can't enjoy it if you are not alive."

"If you don't believe me, go find it yourself." The Earth God did not persuade him any more, but led the Mountain God to familiarize themselves with what they had to do, which was nothing more than regularly checking the formation, guarding one side, and driving away mortals and cultivators.

Although there are no cultivators in Dazhen Dynasty, there will always be foreign cultivators who get lost and break in.

There are many combinations of mountain gods and earth gods like this.

There are so many that there is a garrison every hundred miles.

The God of Earth looked calm. When he first arrived, he also had a lot of questions. He had thought about looking for it secretly, but everything was wasted in time.

He had to sigh.

In order to deal with that person, they really put a lot of effort into it, with a large formation and constant replenishment of the flag master.

Use the Qi training layer to maintain the magic power, no matter what that person wants to do, this layer will block it.

No one can get the immortal weapon before the puppet at the first level of Qi training dies.

But after all, it's that person we have to deal with, so no matter how careful you are, it's never too much.

……

Song Zhong, who was riding in the carriage, was in a daze for a long time and nervously touched the book in his arms.

He let out another breath.

He originally thought that the two golden-armored immortals would take his life or erase his memory, but he did not expect that not only did he save his life, but he also remembered nothing.

It is truly a great blessing.

Dusk passed in a flash and night fell from the sky.

The carriage galloped into the city.

Song Zhong always held the thick book against his chest.

'The method of cultivation is in the book!'