Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Yi Qingwu has been practicing in the extremely yin place for some time now. I wonder how she turned to practice the Taiyin Scripture?

The final step of changing her education shouldn't be difficult for her as long as she has a suitable place.

After all, Yi Qingwu's physique is the Guanghan Spirit Body, which is very compatible with Taiyin. From its origin, the Guanghan Spirit Body can be regarded as a simplified version of the Taiyin Body.

In the extremely dark place of the Ancestral Dragon Vein, a cold figure sat cross-legged, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Taiyin Holy Power is the Supreme Yin Holy Power when the world first opened. Although the creation is mysterious, its original aura contains bone-chilling murderous intent, which cannot be controlled by ordinary people.

Since ancient times, those who can truly practice the Taiyin Bible to perfection may not reach double-digit levels. It is an eternal truth to know what is easy, but to do it is difficult.

Yi Qingwu sat cross-legged, the verses of the Taiyin Ancient Sutra echoed in her mind, and the meaning of the Supreme Sutra resounded in her heart, like the Honglu bell exploding. She had already understood it clearly.

The thick lunar mist surrounding the valley enveloped her, as if she was being baptized. She was not far from success.

The True Water of Taiyin can freeze the spirituality of magic weapons, and everything under the Saint can't be overcome. She is wrapped in the rich mist of Taiyin. Although it is not true water, it is not something that ordinary Holy Lords can compete with.

The energy of Taiyin is too cold. Wherever it permeates, there will be a barren land. It can be frozen for hundreds of thousands of miles, and there will be no life left.

The reason why she has not yet completed the conversion of the divine power in her body is because she underestimated this extremely yin place. The purity of the lunar holy power was far beyond her tolerance.

it's too cold!

She had already used the few treasures she had that contained the power of the Yang, used the breath of the Yang to fight against the power of the Taiyin, and finally turned the Taiyin mist in the valley for her own use.

But she has a Guanghan spirit body, and although the blazing heat of the Yang Qi helps her to a certain extent, the things of the Yang are not of much benefit to her practice.

Especially the magic weapon with the Sun attribute is even more of a drag on her. The weapon under the power of the Holy Lord cannot withstand the mist of Taiyin for long.

"Tai Yin and Sun, which one is strong and which one is weak, if Yin and Yang work together, the world will be king!"

This rumor has been passed down since ancient times. It is unknown when it was passed down, but Yi Qingwu knew that this was not suitable for her way.

There is no similar path to enlightenment, and there is no absolute path to becoming an emperor. There is no way to walk the same path twice.

And although this statement has been circulated for a long time, I have never seen anyone who actually practiced two scriptures and became the emperor of the world. There is no basis for it.

Just like the immortal divine religion, the long-standing aristocratic families all have ancient imperial scriptures left behind, but their descendants are still gradually declining.

It is never the scriptures that are invincible, but people!

She has no other thoughts about the Sun Scripture in the Heavenly Palace, so she has never accumulated treasures related to the Sun. Today she regrets it.

The way of heaven and earth, the creation of yin and yang makes sense!

Loneliness doesn't last long, and so does cultivation. At least she can't do it now.

Especially when practicing in such an extremely yin place, the thick lunar mist continuously gathered on its own, making it more and more unbearable for her.

"Just a little less, just a little less!"

Now, she only has this idea in her mind. The Guanghan divine power in her body is just a little short of converting into the Taiyin holy power. This is the only thing left to successfully transform.

The last few Zhiyang treasures in storage, I don’t remember where I got them, had been consumed an hour ago.

Who asked her to collect precious medicines and tools of Taiyin nature to assist in converting Taiyin's holy power.

Unexpectedly, the terrain here of the Palace Master was much beyond her imagination. She should not collect the most yin things, but the most yang things.

It's just that the lack of Guanghan's divine power has not been transformed, which makes her unwilling to give up halfway. Now she relies on her own perseverance to support it.

The inability to transform this trace means that the divine power in the body is impure. For a genius like her, impure divine power is the most unbearable flaw.

Endless ice shrouded her, and the Taiyin mist was constantly drawn by Yi Qingwu to float in, surrounding the white figure in the center layer by layer, hazy and ethereal.

At this time, a figure appeared next to Yi Qingwu, wearing a pale golden nine-claw true dragon robe, showing off his domineering power.

This golden true dragon robe was a casual attire given to Jiang Yun by Princess Yueling.

"Yi Qingwu is not prepared enough!"

After Jiang Yun raised the idea of ​​Yi Qingwu's practice, the original world became one with him, and he saw the scene here in a flash.

After discovering something strange about Yi Qingwu, she immediately appeared here.

"boom!"

The divine flames were rising. Jiang Yun stood aside and used fire control techniques to ignite the divine flames, dispelling most of the lunar mist and letting Yi Qingwu's cold body feel a hint of warmth.

This was a critical moment in her practice and she could not be interfered with by others. What Jiang Yun could do was limited, just like scratching an itch.

Yi Qingwu was still wrapped in the last layer of Taiyin mist, which was the key to her practice.

But fortunately, Yi Qingwu has a Guanghan spirit body, which is much more resistant to the holy power of Taiyin than ordinary people. If others practiced like this, they would have frozen hard.

Another quarter of an hour later, seeing Yi Qingwu's condition getting worse and worse, Jiang Yun couldn't help but shout. The loud voice directly sounded in her heart, forcibly interrupting her practice.

"wake up!"

Even when Jiang Yun practiced the Taiyin Scripture before, he would not face the atomized Taiyin Holy Power without protection for too long.

She has reached her limit. Her body is as white as frozen ice. She has suffered a lot of injuries under the shadow of the sun, but these can still be healed.

But if the cold air rises again and freezes the soul in the Immortal Platform, and the soul is severely damaged by the holy power of Taiyin, it will be irreversible.

It wasn't that Jiang Yun didn't want to help her, but when she was switching skills, the divine power in her body was rushing through the five secret realms. The unfamiliar power entering the monk's body would only arouse resistance.

Moreover, it is not difficult to recover if the divine power is slightly impure. It will take five or six years to refine the divine power in the later stage to make up for it. It is not worth it to hurt the soul.

Yi Qingwu's cold body like an ice sculpture moved slightly, and she stood up blankly, looking a little stiff. Her beautiful face was extremely pale, and her eyes opened with difficulty, which made people feel pity.

She was a little confused at first, but when she saw Jiang Yun beside her, a trace of desire flashed in Yi Qingwu's eyes.

She had underestimated this extremely gloomy place, but she was not willing to be just a short distance away, and would have to lose five or six years of practice.

The path of spiritual practice is progressing step by step, and five or six years is not a short time.

"Here is the essence of purple sun grass. You can refine it yourself and protect Sendai to complete the last step."

Seeing that Yi Qingwu woke up and still wanted to continue, Jiang Yun was not stingy. He took a treasure medicine from Tang Valley, refined the essence, and injected a purple divine liquid into her body.

During the transformation, Yi Qingwu's divine power was surging in her body. Jiang Yun could not interfere. Now that he had awakened her and saw that she still had the will to continue practicing, he was naturally happy to help.

Yi Qingwu felt the changes in her body, glanced at Jiang Yun gratefully, and closed her beautiful eyes again.

"叽讔庱馫, 龖戅gnang Gong"

An hour later, along with the sound of chanting sutras appeared in her body, the Taoist rhyme filled the air, and Yi Qingwu's eyebrows bloomed with cold fairy lights. The forehead bone is crystal clear, like a mirror.

A very small Yi Qingwu sat cross-legged and chanted sutras in the fairy light. It was solemn and sacred. The most strange thing was the bright moon above her head.

Jiang Yun watched from the side, and the little man looked towards him, a friendly smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and his divine power was completely transformed into the holy power of Taiyin, pure and flawless.

The next moment, the fairy clouds dissipated, the little figure disappeared, and Yi Qingwu's real body turned stiffly towards Jiang Yun like a sculpture.

"Shh!"

Jiang Yun stepped forward and held the frozen Yi Qingwu in his arms, feeling a little distressed for a moment.

Most of this transformation was supported by Yi Qingwu's tenacious perseverance. Her body showed signs of being frozen by the Taiyin Holy Power several times.

This was not because Jiang Yun had not prepared enough Zhiyang treasure medicine as he imagined, but because he came here without any preparation at all.

After the transfer was completed, she reached the limit of endurance and fainted.

At this moment, Yi Qingwu's face was pale, as white as snow. Her delicate face seemed to be carefully carved, and her red lips that should have been crystal clear and moist had lost their luster at this moment.

Like a lifelike statue of a fairy, calm and indifferent, it seems that it is about to float away.

"What a fool! Why resist if you are not prepared? Just tell me directly through the source ring."

Jiang Yun looked at the frozen Yi Qingwu in his arms, feeling a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.

This is also a cognitive gap. Many of the things Jiang Yun comes into contact with on a daily basis are unimaginable to other monks. The extremely dark place here is not only rare in crape myrtle, but also rare in the universe.

He thought that Yi Qingwu had been preparing for several months, and there must be no shortage of the most yang things. Yi Qingwu had never doubted the yin land provided by Jiang Yun, but he did not expect it to be so strong.

After all, the Taiyin Sect and Guanghan Palace Cultivation she knew about had never required such a thing, so she was not prepared at all for the Supreme Yang.

Yi Qingwu didn't have the nerve to trouble Jiang Yun over such a trivial matter. As a Guanghan spirit body, how could he be afraid of the cold?

She didn't realize the seriousness of the matter!

This is the only yin-yang ancestral dragon vein of Ziwei. Coupled with the extremely yin place formed by a long lunar river, it is also rare in the entire universe.

"boom!"

Endless brilliance burst out from Jiang Yun's body, and the rich holy power of the sun enveloped the two of them, isolating the external lunar holy power, and slowly penetrated into Yi Qingwu's body to repair her injuries.

Gradually, her frozen body softened. The monk's body was already extraordinary, and the blood began to flow again after it melted in her body.

Although his face is still pale, there is a hint of vitality, with peace and tranquility, washing away the prosperity of the world, making it even more moving.

"Thank you, Palace Master, if you hadn't come in time."

Not long after, Yi Qingwu woke up with Jiang Yun's help. Although she was still a little weak and lying in Jiang Yun's arms, her face had a bright red glow and she looked enchanting.

When a woman wakes up shy in your arms instead of panicked or disgusted, it says a lot.

"It's okay. You weren't prepared enough this time. Why didn't you contact me?" Jiang Yun said.

Yi Qingwu didn't seem to hear, her face became more and more rosy, she unnaturally loosened her arms around Jiang Yun's waist, and said in a voice like a mosquito.

"Palace Master, can you put Qing Wu down first?"

The beauty in Jiang Yun's arms struggled a few times and seemed to be lying weakly in Jiang Yun's arms, unable to get up.

She felt that Jiang Yun was like a furnace, and she was a traveler walking in the ice and snow. Jiang Yun seemed to have a fatal attraction for her.

And this feeling is even stronger than what Yin Luoyang brought!

So when she was in a coma, she couldn't help hugging Jiang Yun. She felt very lazy in the palace master's arms, but she knew that this was not something she should be greedy for.

More importantly, one of Jiang Yun's hands was placed where it shouldn't be, causing her to involuntarily tighten her legs, otherwise she could stay there for a while longer.

Jiang Yun also noticed something strange now. Just now, Yi Qingwu was as frozen as an ice sculpture. When he hugged Yi Qingwu, her whole body was as stiff as an ice sculpture, so he ignored her.

Only now did he notice that he had his hands on the roots of her buttocks, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"You were frozen just now!"

Jiang Yun immediately swept away the dust on the side and placed a delicate soft cushion on it. He opened his arms without changing his expression and his heart did not beat. He arranged Yi Qingwu's flowing black hair and carefully placed her on the soft cushion. Pad.

"I don't blame the palace master, Qingwu was reckless this time. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have been in danger this time."

Feeling Jiang Yun's careful care, Yi Qingwu looked at him and smiled like a little girl, with bright eyes and white teeth, which was both charming and warm.

Although she felt a little empty after leaving Jiang Yun's warm embrace, the woman's reserve and the monk's self-control allowed her to restrain herself very well.

"Is Guanghan Spirit's body always so cold? Or have you not recovered yet?"

Jiang Yun did not follow Yi Qingwu's words. It would have been too awkward to thank her. Instead, he asked curiously.

After the contact just now, he found that although Yi Qingwu's body temperature had risen, it was different from ordinary people. It was not even warm, but even a little cold.

This question actually made Yi Qingwu's face turn redder, and she answered after sensing it for a while.

"There is nothing wrong with the light dance. Guanghan's spiritual body is cold. After practicing the Taiyin Sutra, it seems that the constitution has been stimulated again."

Jiang Yun nodded when he heard this, thinking it was because she hadn't recovered well, but he didn't expect it was because of her mysterious physique.

The scriptures in the "Taiyin Manual" also have secret healing methods. Although they are not as good as the secrets of others, they are still extraordinary and cannot be compared with those scattered secret techniques.

Not long after, Yi Qingwu was able to sit up cross-legged. For a monk at her level, ordinary physical injuries were no longer a big deal.

As long as the soul is not injured, or the physical body is injured in the secret realm, recovery is still very fast.

"Thank you Palace Master for your great kindness, Qing Wu will definitely be rewarded in the future!"

After the breath adjustment was restored, Yi Qingwu's smile rippled like ripples, her skin was shiny, her black hair fluttered in the wind, and she looked at Jiang Yun with eyes like stars.

"If you have any questions about practice in the future, you can ask me!"

Jiang Yun nodded lightly, picked a few elixirs from the extremely gloomy place here and gave them to her, then sent her back to Daoyuan Tiangong.

"Palace Master!"

In Daoyuan Heavenly Palace, looking at Jiang Yun's retreating back, although the two of them were very close to each other just now, they felt a little far away in Yi Qingwu's heart. (End of chapter)