Bone Taoist

Chapter 880 Hedao Pattern

At the end of the endless palaces filled with blood mist, there is an extremely simple and elegant residence. The immortal caves in ancient times were like this, which shows that the era of the owner of the secret treasure was at least before the era of the Nine Saints.

The aura of the original spirit surrounding the temple, pulling in the blood mist, was like a giant demon that devoured the world, full of oppression and daunting.

Even someone as powerful as Ye Zang felt a hint of danger. He was a True Lord Hedao. If an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator came so close, he would probably be suppressed by the aura here and unable to move.

"Ancient method... This way of the soul is different from any other method of the world today." Ye Zang narrowed his eyes and walked towards there step by step.

As if from nowhere, there was a whispering sound in my ears. This time, it was not the ancient creatures from that world, but more like the prayers and chants of a dying person.

The voice was extremely hoarse and could not be heard clearly, but Ye Zang felt the chill of eternal sadness from that voice.

The ancient door of the temple had been corroded into a dark red color, like rust, full of the breath of time. Ye Zang's Dharma Eyes were wide open, and he could clearly see the crisscrossing patterns on the ancient door, which were far more complicated than those of other palaces on the gold and silver platform.

This was the place where the owner of the secret treasure lived in seclusion during his lifetime. The formation is naturally extraordinary, and it was set up in ancient times. Now, after endless years of evolution and staying in the devil's land for so long, it is even more difficult to break.

"We must not trigger the seal under the gold and silver platform, and we must also break the formation pattern on it. This is really a bit tricky."

Ye Zang frowned slightly and took a deep breath.

He sat down cross-legged in front of the dark red ancient door, bent his hand and waved it, and a formation disk rotated slightly and appeared in front of him.

The Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth were rotating in the void, and countless ripples of magical power were crisscrossing. With the guidance of Ye Zang's spiritual consciousness, they were constantly sinking into the ancient gate.

hum!
In an instant, a scene as surging as a sea of ​​blood appeared before his eyes. Ye Zang seemed to have entered an illusion of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. The murderous aura was chilling.

This aura was so ancient that even a murderous Taoist like Ye Zang was shocked.

"In ancient times, there were very few people who practiced the Way of Killing. Most of them were great demons and ghosts who followed the Way of Killing. The Yuanshen aura of the owner of this secret treasure is full of hostility. Could it be that he also followed the Way of Killing..."

Ye Zang thought to himself.

His spiritual consciousness was almost pushed to the extreme, the spiritual orifice on his forehead opened up, and his Dharma Eye penetrated the ancient gate in all directions, not missing a single array pattern. The huge spiritual consciousness almost condensed into substance, like layers of huge waves, constantly pushing towards the temple.

The blood mist was gradually dispelled under Ye Zang's spiritual consciousness, and the blood stains on the ancient door that looked like rust were also slowly fading away.

Half an hour later, a slight sound came from the door, followed by a creaky sound, and the door slowly opened a crack, and a pungent smell hit the face.

Ye Zang suddenly stopped his technique, opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

He smoothed down his Taoist robe, carefully pushed open the door of the temple and walked inside.

The inside of the temple was extremely dark. The spiritual aura of the owner of the secret treasure seemed invisible, but it filled the entire temple and was very majestic. As a result, Ye Zang's Dharma eyes could only see clearly within a width of ten feet.

Every step was extremely difficult, as if walking in a sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

Ye Zang's eyes sank slightly, and his pupils reflected the texture of the Dharma Eye as he looked around. The entire hall was not very spacious. After all, it was just a monastery with nothing more than two palaces inside and outside.

"Why not just absorb them all and improve your cultivation? I don't believe that your method can compare to the Demon Lord's "Sun and Moon Out-of-Body Technique."

The further he walked, the harder it became to move forward, so Ye Zang simply sat down cross-legged and made the Yin-Yang Seal.

hum!
The Yin-Yang Magic Sword flew out from Ye Zang's sea of ​​consciousness and circled around Ye Zang. He was no longer in the Nascent Soul Secret Vault. This place was under the Demonic Land. Even if he no longer suppressed his Taoism and directly manifested his cultivation as a True Lord of Hedao, there would be no "Heavenly Laws" to suppress him. However, Ye Zang did not want to make too much noise, fearing that he would attract the attention of the Hedao Demon Lord in the Demonic Land.

A vortex of spiritual consciousness like the Yin-Yang Tai Chi emerged around Ye Zang. His Heavenly Soul and Dharma Body were looming, and huge waves were set off within his sea of ​​consciousness. On the boundless sea of ​​consciousness, the Palace of Heaven and Man remained motionless.

The Heavenly Soul Dharmakaya inside, as well as several Yin Souls, together with Ye Zang's seal, swallowed up the spiritual energy in the temple like a whale or a dragon.

Rumbling--

Although the spiritual aura in this temple was left behind by the owner of the secret treasure during his lifetime, the latter had not truly entered the realm of Hedao after all, otherwise Ye Zang would not have been able to absorb it so smoothly.

In the small temple, the sound of muffled thunder gradually echoed.

Within Ye Zang's Yin-Yang Seal, slowly, phantoms like a revolving lantern appeared, appearing close yet distant, seemingly real yet illusory!

"This is……"

Ye Zang realized something and was slightly shocked.

When he left Taixu Realm, he had already perfected the first level of Hedao, and there was no possibility for the Heavenly Soul Dharmakaya to improve further. The next step was the second level of Hedao, the realm of heaven and earth.

What one can achieve by cultivating this state is the 'Earth Soul Dharmakaya'.

The so-called "harmony of the Dao" means to perfect the three souls and seven spirits, and to integrate the consciousness with the heaven and earth. This state was extremely difficult to enter in ancient times, and the second level of "harmony of the Dao" is even more of a step away.

The so-called ability to control the heavens and the earth is the most terrifying and domineering magical power of the second level of Hedao. With a thought, the Taoist can make the illusion in his sea of ​​consciousness descend into the world. To the cultivators with weaker spiritual consciousness, it is almost like a dimensionality reduction attack. With a glance and a single thought, he can slaughter tens of millions of cultivators.

"I have only touched the door a little bit, but I am still far from it."

Ye Zang shook his head. How could the spiritual energy in this temple allow him to ascend to the second level of Hedao in one step?

After practicing for half an incense stick, the aura of the primordial spirit in this abode had been completely absorbed by Ye Zang, but the source deep inside was still constantly permeating out the spiritual consciousness. Ye Zang did not hesitate and walked straight in.

After passing through a dilapidated small courtyard, we arrived at the inner hall.

Pushing open the ancient door, Ye Zang saw a skeleton inside the simple temple.

"found it."

Ye Zang raised his eyebrows and went inside.

The withered bones were as flawless as jasper, without a speck of dust, as if they were carefully carved. The corpse of an ordinary Yuanying Taoist would definitely not be able to preserve for so many years. Ye Zang saw that the top of the skull of the withered bones had already developed lotus petal-like Hedao patterns.

"It's just one step away from the Hedao, what a pity."

Ye Zang walked up to the withered bones and shook his head. He began to carefully examine the bones, because in ancient times, many Taoists' inheritance methods were engraved in their sea of ​​consciousness, while the great monsters engraved their methods in their natal bones. This was an extremely ancient inheritance method.

“If the Hedao pattern is complete, perhaps I can obtain this person’s method.”

Ye Zang thought for a moment, then quietly released his spiritual sense and carefully explored.

(End of this chapter)