Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 195 Mysterious Tai Chi Diagram

The moment Feng Wuming exploded his natal Gu, in the corner of the wooden house in the mountain col, an antique wooden box quietly opened.

A bloody worm that was as thick as a thumb and covered in mucus dragged its bloated body out of the wooden box. It carefully looked around with its eyes like black sesame seeds, and then headed out the door after confirming its direction. Climb away.

At first it moved very slowly, like a toddler, but soon it adapted and its speed increased several times.

In less than a quarter of an hour, it had disappeared, leaving only a line of disgusting mucus on the ground...

In the center of the mountain complex, there is a three-story wooden tower several feet high. This is the core of the Ling family, and more than a hundred monks of the whole family are practicing in it.

At this time, a blood-red worm slowly climbed up the steps of the wooden tower. The defensive formation of the wooden tower showed no response, and even the two early-stage Qi-training monks guarding the door seemed unaware.

The worm entered the wooden tower very smoothly.

The bottom floor of the wooden pagoda was full of underage monks from the Ling family. They were sitting on futons and listening to the lecture of an old man with white hair at the front. Some were drowsy, and some were looking around, but no one noticed a The worm as thick as a thumb has arrived among them.

The worm crawled through the gap between the futons with its head held high, its eyes constantly looking at their bodies, as if they were choosing a piece of clothing they liked.

But he did not find a satisfactory target among this group of people. Their bodies were too weak.

It soon followed the stairs to the second floor. The monks practicing here were older, and their cultivation levels had generally reached the middle to late stages of Qi training.

However, there is no goal that satisfies it.

So it came to the last level. There was only one person in the entire Ling family who was qualified to practice on the third level, and that was Ling Duanhe, the leader of the Ling family.

Ling Duanhe, who is nearly seventy years old, is wearing a gray Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged in the center of a Tai Chi diagram, holding the element in his arms, and there is a certain special rhythm between his breathing and breathing.

The Tai Chi diagram is obviously a dead thing, but between the breath and the breath, the two interdependent but distinct parts seem to turn into two black and white swimming fish, swimming around Ling Duan and He.

When the Bloody Worm saw this scene, human greed suddenly appeared in its eyes.

Ling Duanhe was immersed in the mystery of Tai Chi Diagram, and did not even notice the bloody worm approaching him quickly.

"Om..."

As soon as the worm approached, it was like a pebble thrown into a pond, ripples appeared immediately, and eight illusory patterns appeared around it, which together with the Tai Chi diagram faintly formed a Bagua diagram.

Ling Duanhe woke up suddenly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a flash of blood rushing towards him as fast as lightning.

"scoff"

A small opening was torn out of his clothes and flesh in an instant, and then Ling Duanhe felt something penetrate into his body and swim upward quickly.

Ling Duanhe was shocked and turned pale, and immediately used his spiritual power to force him out. The Bagua Diagram was also brilliant at this moment, providing him with a steady stream of spiritual power.

With his efforts, the upward momentum of the worm was immediately curbed.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ling Duanhe suddenly felt a stinging pain in his chest, and the spiritual power he had gathered plummeted.

The bloody worm seized the opportunity and directly invaded his sea of ​​consciousness.

"what--"

The sea of ​​consciousness was invaded, and Ling Duanhe suddenly let out a shrill scream, as if ten thousand needles were pricking his mind.

"You...what...you are."

"Jie Jie Jie, I originally planned to wait for you to break through the foundation building before doing this, but I didn't expect to meet Song Changsheng, a bastard. I had no choice but to advance the plan."

A cold voice sounded in his mind, making Ling Duanhe feel a chill to his bones. This voice was too familiar to him.

"Yes... it's you. What do you want to do? Xue'er is kind enough to take you in. You want to repay kindness with enmity!"

Ling Duanhe's eyes widened with anger, and his voice trembled slightly due to extreme anger.

"Haha, I should really thank that beauty. I was hunted down and suffered heavy injuries. If it weren't for her, I might have died there.

Originally, I planned to leave after I recovered from my injury, but who would have thought that a small Qigong family would actually have such a treasure.

Don’t you understand that even though a common man is innocent, he is guilty of carrying a treasure? Such a treasure is simply not something that an ant like Ling can possess! "

"Feng Wuming, you...you are indeed not a good person. I was really blind back then!"

Ling Duanhe felt extremely regretful at this moment. Feng Wuming was "picked up" from outside the mountain col by his granddaughter Ling Xue three years ago.

This person had a gloomy face and a cold aura, which made him very unhappy, but he couldn't bear Ling Xue's pleading, so he had to reluctantly agree to take him in.

Over the past few years, although this person behaved very strangely, he had always behaved well. Moreover, he was bent on breaking through the foundation with the help of this accidentally acquired treasure, and over time he stopped paying attention to him.

Unexpectedly, one wrong thought can lead to endless disasters.

"What do you want to do? I, the Ling Family, are under the protection of the Rong Family. If you dare to act recklessly, the Rong Family will never forgive you!" For this plan, Ling Duanhe had no choice but to think of countermeasures while threatening the other party with words.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuming smiled contemptuously and said, "You think too highly of yourself. In their eyes, you, the Ling family, are almost like a grasshopper. Do you think the Rong family will care about you?"

Don't waste your efforts, obediently give up your body, and you will suffer less. "

"You want to seize the body?" Ling Duanhe's expression changed drastically. He endured the pain and regrouped his spiritual power to force him out, but it had no effect at all.

"Hmph, if there is no better choice for the time being, you are a little Qi practitioner who is not worthy of carrying my shoes, but you dare to resist, then don't blame me for being rude."

Feng Wuming's tone was gloomy, and he immediately began to forcibly seize the body.

For a moment, Ling Duanhe felt like there were countless ants eating at his soul, and the bone-piercing pain made him feel a little dazed.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy released by the Tai Chi diagram under him has been locked in his soul, which allowed him to retain a trace of clarity in this extreme pain.

Ling Duanhe knew in his heart that sooner or later he would be taken away from him if this continued, which he couldn't bear.

There was a trace of determination in his eyes, and he forced his spiritual power to destroy his Dantian and meridians, so that even if Feng Wuming succeeded in taking his body, he would become a useless person.

It's a pity that the Qi Practitioner cannot self-destruct, otherwise he would definitely choose this more thorough method.

Feng Wuming soon discovered his intention, but he did not panic at all. He said sarcastically: "Do you know why I didn't snatch this treasure directly? Because I need to borrow your Ling clan to help me." Go one step further.

Therefore, in the past three years, all of you, the Ling family, have been planted with poisonous insects by me unknowingly. Do you think slaves can resist their masters? ridiculous! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Duanhe discovered in horror that he had lost control of his body.

"Beast! You beast! I curse you to die...ah..." Accompanied by a scream, Ling Duanhe lowered his head, his whole body became silent, and the light of the Tai Chi diagram also dimmed.

After a while, he raised his head again, with a cold smile on his face. He stood up and tried to move for a while, and then said bitterly: "Song Changsheng, the hatred for destroying my body is irreconcilable. I am determined to I want you to live but not die!"

After saying that, he turned his gaze to the Tai Chi diagram at his feet, with a touch of greed in his eyes: "Baby, I finally got you!"

Reaching out to put away the Tai Chi diagram, Ling Duan and, no, Feng Wuming passed through a hidden passage and climbed to the top of the wooden tower. From this position, the entire Ling family could have an unobstructed view.

"This body is really too weak, and it can't even control a sword. Fortunately, it's finally time to reap the fruits."

Feng Wuming slowly opened his arms, as if to encompass the entire world, and then shouted like a maniac: "Third-level Blood Spirit Gu!"

After the words fell, everyone in the Ling family felt itchy in their hearts, as if something was scratching inside.

Before they could understand what was going on, black blood began to flow out of someone's seven orifices, first a child, then an old man, and finally a young adult.

Suddenly, panic began to spread, and the entire Ling family fell into chaos. In a panic, someone suddenly fell to the ground, and then a bloody centipede as thick as a chopstick crawled out of his mouth.

His collapse seemed to cause a chain reaction. More and more people fell bleeding in every corner of the mountain col. In the end, no one stood between heaven and earth.

The black blood flowing out of their bodies soaked the land and formed a stream.

Next to this stream, there is another stream that is gradually converging. It is a torrent of bloody centipedes, so many that it makes one's scalp numb just by looking at them.

They converged towards the wooden tower with the same goal.

Seeing the originally vibrant mountain col turn into a living hell in his hands, Feng Wuming's face showed an expression of enjoyment. It had been a long time since he had used his power so unscrupulously, which was really missed.

At this moment, a strange light group appeared in front of him, and bloody centipedes poured in continuously.

When the last centipede got in, the light outside the light group slowly dissipated, revealing a fist-sized sarcoma. With a sharp cry, a hole was torn open on the surface of the sarcoma, and an inch-long black centipede fell out of it. out.

Feng Wuming bent down to pick it up, and then threw it into his mouth with a feverish expression.

The next moment, the aura on his body suddenly began to surge...

Outside the mountain col, Wu Yan, who had not yet left, was lying on a mountain. Witnessing the whole process, he covered his mouth in horror.

He knew the figure on the wooden tower. The last time he came to make a deal, he personally received him.

Although he was still the same person, Wu Yan was sure in his heart that this was definitely not him!

"Didn't that senior go in? Why didn't he see anyone? Could it be that something unexpected happened to him?"

The more Wu Yan thought about it, the more panicked he became. He wanted to run away, but was afraid of disturbing the other party, so he had to restrain his breath and lie down on the ground tremblingly.

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On the other side, Song Changsheng was rushing back as fast as possible.

By the time he arrived, it was already too late. With just one glance, Song Changsheng almost blacked out and fell off the flying sword.

The originally prosperous mountain col became lifeless at this moment, with countless corpses stained with black blood scattered on the ground, with frightened and ferocious expressions still on their faces.

The bloody evil spirit soaring into the sky is suffocating.

Song Changsheng's body was trembling slightly. Seventy-eight thousand people, all turned into cold corpses in a short period of time, not a single person left alive.

How innocent are mortals...

The burning anger instantly devoured Song Changsheng. Looking at the figure standing on the wooden tower, the murderous intention in his heart was rising steadily.

He had never wanted to die alone so much!

"Foundation-building perfection, is this your confidence to stay here?" Song Changsheng looked at Feng Wuming expressionlessly, like a volcano that might erupt at any time.

Feng Wuming looked at him without fear and said sarcastically: "You know, if it weren't for you, they could have lived a little longer."

"You used your life poison to stage a golden cicada's escape in front of me. If I were you, I should take this opportunity to run away. That way, you still have a chance to leave a dog's life behind.

But you chose to stay. Do you think you can fight me with the power you obtained through evil ways? What is it that gives you such an illusion? "

Song Changsheng looked down at Feng Wuming from a high position, as if he was the foundation-building Dzogchen monk. There was no trace of arrogance in his tone, and he was extremely calm.

"Haha, Song Changsheng, you are really crazy.

I have been planning here for three years, just to refine the nine-turn blood spirit Gu and help me break through the realm of the Purple Mansion in one fell swoop. But because of you, I had to harvest it in advance and had to make new plans later.

First you found someone to severely injure me, then destroyed my body, and now you cut off my path. Song Changsheng, you must die today! "Feng Wuming's eyes were red and he roared loudly.

"Then come and try it."

Song Changsheng slowly raised his right hand, and an extremely dangerous aura suddenly emitted from his body. An illusory seal appeared in his palm, and he turned his hand to press down on Feng Wuming.

He didn't want to spend any more time with him.

"Small magical power [Mountain Seal]"

Looking at the big seal falling from the sky, even though he had broken through to the Perfect Foundation Establishment, he still had an overwhelming feeling.

He had overestimated Song Changsheng's strength as much as possible, but he didn't expect that Song Changsheng would refresh his understanding again and again with his actions.

If it had been before, he would have fled in panic, but since he dared to stay here, he naturally had something to rely on.

With a wave of his sleeves, the Tai Chi diagram slowly unfolded above his head, emitting a soft light.

The big seal and the Tai Chi diagram collided together, making a deafening sound, like thunder on the ground.

Song Changsheng was almost blown away by the strong airflow. When he stabilized his body, he immediately narrowed his eyes.

The small magical power was blocked by the Tai Chi diagram.

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(End of this chapter)