Taoist students

Chapter 662 Counting
Seeing Gu Ya's shocked expression, Dongfang Mo chuckled, but didn't mean to explain.He already knew the old thing of bone teeth, and he must be able to see the clues from this corpse.

After he devoured Xie Sha's soul, the memory he got was incomplete.Therefore, he wanted to practice Yan Jijue, and he still had some scruples. He was worried that, as a monk of other races, there would be no problems in practicing this technique.After all, it takes ten thousand years to be careful, and he has suffered a lot because of his carelessness over the years.

And he also wanted to know more about the Nightmare Demon Clan, so he took out Gu Ya to ask.

"No, this is not the real Nightmare."

After only a moment, Gu Ya shook his head, and the flames in his eyes gradually subsided.

"This person only has the aura of the Nightmare Demon Clan on his body, and his appearance is very similar to the Nightmare Demon Clan. Tell Grandpa Gu, where did you get this thing." At this time, Gu Ya said again.

Dongfang Mo didn't bother, so he briefly talked about Xie Sha following him all the way from the Western Regions to this place, and the soul of him and this person during the battle of his sea consciousness.

After his words fell, Gu Ya looked at him as if he was looking at a monster.

"You actually managed to swallow the soul of a Nightmare cultivator?"

"Why, is this strange?" Dongfang Mo gave the old bum a blank look.

"Even if according to what you said, all that is left of this Nightmare cultivator is the remnant soul, but it is definitely not something you can resist. You god damn can swallow his soul, there must be some adventure or other methods, otherwise you will fight Grandpa Shigu doesn't even believe it. You must know that the Nightmare Demon Clan is extremely talented in the spirit and soul. Even if a monk in the Immortal Ascension Boundary is accidentally immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a possibility of falling. Tell Grandpa Gu, what method did your kid use? Could it be that bald donkey Jinglian who saved you again?"

The flames in Gu Ya's eyes flickered, and he looked at Dongfang Mo with deep meaning.

Naturally, Dongfang Mo would not explain it to him. He relied on the meditation mantra given to him by King Jinglian to swallow Xiesha back.

He only heard him say: "You won't be able to learn from Xiaodao's method. But then again, what kind of race is this Nightmare Race? Is it very powerful?"

"Hey, it's more than powerful. I remember that Grandpa Gu once said that the Black Rain Stone is a unique magic weapon of a powerful race. That powerful race is actually the Nightmare Demon Clan, and the Nightmare Demon Clan is also the old and immortal of the Blue Demon Clan back then. Zong Shang."

"I see." Dongfang Mo nodded. He had guessed this before, so he was not too surprised.

At this moment, he suddenly thought again, Gu Ya once told the old storyteller that he killed even the members of his sect, didn't he say that Gu Ya had killed the monks of the Nightmare Clan.

It seems that Gu Ya is really not an ordinary person.

Gu Ya didn't know what Dongfang Mo was thinking, so he continued:
"One more thing, this Nightmare Demon Clan is a powerful force that can challenge Buddhism."

Dongfang Mo curled his lips, he didn't care much about Gu Ya's claim that the Nightmare Demon Clan could challenge Buddhism, because he didn't have a clear understanding of the two.

Looking at Dongfang Mo's calm expression, Gu Ya was extremely contemptuous. Dongfang Mo is now a frog in a well, unable to understand the meaning of what he said.When this kid has a clear understanding of Buddhism and the Nightmare Clan in the future, I'm afraid he won't be so indifferent.

"By the way, have you heard of Yan Jijue?" At this moment, Dongfang Mo changed the subject and said seriously.

"Yan Jijue? What is that?" Gu Ya was puzzled.

Seeing Gu Ya's puzzled look, Dongfang Mo said that Yan Jijue was a body training technique of the Nightmare Demon Clan.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Gu Ya asked him to take out Yan Jijue to have a look.

But when Dongfang Mo took out the black book, the old bastard gritted his teeth because he didn't know the Nightmare characters written on it.

So Dongfang Mo probably explained the way of training Yan Jijue to this old cheap bone.

After listening to his words, Gu Ya pondered for a while before saying: "If this technique really belongs to the Nightmare Clan, then it must be one of the most powerful body training techniques in the world. Although Grandpa Gu has never practiced it, Grandpa Gu told you , if you practice, you can’t believe it or not at all.”

"Xiao Dao really doesn't believe it." Dongfang Mo said.

His anodic body forging technique has reached the late stage of Dacheng. Although his physical body is not as strong as Xing Wuna and other pure physical practitioners, it is not beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

With such a solid foundation, it's strange that he still can't practice this Yan Jijue.

"If you don't believe me, you can try it. You think that the exercises of the Nightmare Clan are just a joke. Most of their exercises and magic tools are for themselves, and other races can't learn them. Especially this kind of forging Physique, which requires the physical body, must be innately powerful. This alone can keep most people out of the door. Otherwise, you think that with the character of Grandpa Bone, you will not allow you to complete the rubbing of this technique. Give it to me." Gu Ya sarcastically said.

Dongfang Mo frowned. Back then, the Yinlei Clan's Three Lives Art, Gu Ya could not stop coveting.And if the Nightmare Demon Clan is really so powerful, the grade of this Nightmare Ultimate Jue might still be higher than that of the Three Lives Art.Judging by the posture of this old cheap bone, it seems that he is not as enthusiastic about this technique as the Three Lives Technique, so what Gu Ya said that he can't practice it, it is hard to be true.

Even though he thought so, it was impossible for Dongfang Mo to give up this technique just because of Gu Ya's few words.Whether or not you can succeed in practicing, that will be discussed after practicing.

"Then will there be any serious consequences if you practice this technique!"

At this moment, Dongfang Mo asked again.

"The serious consequences of fart, you can't even cultivate, where did the serious consequences come from. Besides, even if you can cultivate, even if there is something wrong, just stop it. Why, the more you live for so many years, the less courageous you are. Back then You are a person who dares to cultivate the art of divine refining in the Qi refining period, and a mere Yan Jijue scares you."

"That's true." After being told by Gu Ya, Dongfang Mo didn't get angry, but felt that what the old bastard said had some truth.

So he decided that he must try this trick.

Then Dongfang Mo exhaled, and in front of Gu Ya, he took out the spoils he gained after beheading Qing Mulan and the gray-haired youth this time.

A year ago, Xing Wu went to chase and kill the man in the golden robe. After he inquired, he learned that the man in the golden robe had cast a powerful supernatural power, seriously injured Xing Wu, and then fled.

Because Xing Wu's physique is a nine-refinement body, his cultivation method is extremely special, and he can only rely on his own body, so he is not interested in what Qing Mulan and others left behind.Dongfang Mo was naturally very happy about this, so he unceremoniously put away all these things.

This year he concentrated on cultivation, and now he has time to take out these things and sort them out.

He first picked up Qing Mulan's storage bag, opened it and found a lot of high-level spirit stones, as well as some ancient books about arranging several powerful formations.

As for the gray-haired young man, although he was smashed to bloody flesh at the beginning, he put away his demon pill and storage bag.

From the gray-haired youth's storage bag, he found not only a lot of high-level spirit stones, but also a few stone runes unique to the monster race.

After picking up the man's thin sword and looking it over, Dongfang Mo nodded. He had experienced the sharpness of this sword before.But what interested him most was a fist-sized, bubble-like thing.

Looking at this translucent bubble, Dongfang Mo kneaded it and found that it was soft and full of elasticity.Seeing this, his eyes were full of strangeness. It was this thing that bound his black strange blade tightly, making it immobile.

"This thing is good, it's called a fish sac, and it can imprison magical artifacts." Gu Ya said at the right time.

"If Xiaodao's expectations are correct, this fish sac should be a spiritual treasure."

"Hey, you actually know the existence of Lingbao." Hearing Dongfang Mo's words, Gu Ya was surprised.

"Hmph, if you hadn't devoured Xie Sha's soul, Xiaodao really wouldn't know about it. After all, you old bastard, you haven't told me anything all these years." Dongfang Mo's tone turned cold.

After devouring the soul of Xie Sha, he learned from his memory the various grades and classifications of the magic weapons in practice.

Among the Magical Artifacts, the most common ones are the so-called low-level, middle-level, and high-level Magical Artifacts, which are generally called Magical Artifacts, and most of them are suitable for monks in the Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage.For example, the fire ion of Dongfang Mo back then, and the destroyed mahogany sword.

After this type of magic weapon, it is a magic weapon.

Magic weapons are also divided into low, medium and high grades.

The materials used to refine magic weapons are extremely extraordinary in themselves. After being refined into tools, as long as they are infused with strong mana, the power aroused by magic weapons will be dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than magic tools.Therefore, the magic weapon is something that the vast majority of monks in the Condensation Realm and even the monks in the Infant Realm are extremely jealous of.

And above the magic weapon, there is also a magic weapon called Lingbao.Generally speaking, the power of spirit treasures is tens or hundreds of times greater than magic treasures, and most of them are used by Immortal Ascension Boundary monks.

Of course, Lingbao also has low-level, middle-level, high-level, and even top-quality points.

But what surprised Dongfang Mo the most was that on top of Lingbao, there was something called Tianbao.

Because the nightmare cultivator's memory was incomplete, he only remembered the name, and he didn't have a clear understanding of Tianbao's power.Anyway, he subconsciously understood that the power of Tianbao far surpassed that of Lingbao, enough to tear the world apart.

However, in the practice, apart from ordinary magic weapons, magic treasures, spirit treasures, and heavenly treasures, what a monk relies on most is actually his own magic weapon.

The natal magic weapon is different from the previous ones. This kind of magic weapon can gradually increase its power as one's cultivation level improves.

As long as the strength and cultivation base are strong enough, it is also possible for the natal magic weapon to advance from the ranks of ordinary magic weapons to Tianbao.

Moreover, the natal magic weapon has an advantage that other magic tools can't match, that is, this type of magic weapon is completely compatible with the spiritual root attribute of the owner, and even the type of spells he is proficient in, and can exert [-]% of the power.Other treasures are not good at this point.

"Don't frame Grandpa Gu, you didn't ask, did Grandpa Gu take the initiative to post it to tell you, then I'm not a bitch." Hearing Dongfang Mo's words, Gu Ya cursed.

"In addition, this fish sac is at most a top-grade magic weapon. How could it be a spiritual treasure? Do you think that the spiritual treasure can be used by a small cultivator at the stage of transforming into an infant?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's eyelids twitched, but he didn't expect that this thing could only be regarded as a magic weapon.

After looking through the fish sac several times, he temporarily put it away and waited for it to be refined in the future.

Then Dongfang Mo slapped his waist, and this time he took out a three-foot-sized brass clock very solemnly.

This thing is naturally the Dementor Clock.

Looking at the soul-destroying clock in front of him, Dongfang Mo's eyes were filled with heat: "The fish sac is not considered a spiritual treasure, so this thing must be a spiritual treasure."

From Dongfang Mo's point of view, if the rank of the Dementor Bell is also a magic weapon, it is impossible to hit the golden robed man whose strength is far superior to that of a monk of the same rank.

"Hey, this thing looks familiar!"

Just as Dongfang Mo looked at the Dementor Clock with fiery eyes, he only heard Gu Ya whisper.

(End of this chapter)