There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 397 'First Day' Asking for Meeting

It is mentioned in the secret method of "Body Eclipse" that the spiritual target, which is the lizard demon's soul, must be nourished with the wood spirit's energy, and the lizard demon's soul must be used as a medium to absorb the spiritual energy until the lizard demon's spirituality is born in the spiritual veins in the body. middle.

Then, if you switch to the 'Purgatory Flag', you have to let the 'Netherworld Water' drive the lizard demon's soul to use the 'Purgatory Flag' to absorb the energy of the netherworld until the internal magic circle of the 'Purgatory Flag' gives birth to the lizard demon's spirituality.

In theory, this seems to be successful, but the difference between the energy of the netherworld and the energy of the wood spirit is very big. Wang Ping is only based on his current cultivation experience to verify his conjecture. Whether it can succeed can only depend on God's will.

Furthermore, the experiment itself does not pose much danger to Ming Shui, so he is willing to give it a try. If it succeeds, just as Ming Shui said, he can add a few more toxins to increase his ability to fight the enemy.

The first attempt ended in less than two quarters of an hour. For this purpose, Wang Ping used a spirit creature he had captured in advance, because the soul of the lizard demon driven by the underworld water needed a supply of true energy.

"It feels very magical. The spiritual mark of his soul was in my consciousness, but it dissipated very quickly after it ended." Ming Shui explained to Wang Ping after the end, "When the spiritual mark dissipated, I seemed to be in the 'Purgatory Flag'" 'In the mysterious rune formation inside, I saw a student who studied "Humanity" hard every day."

"So the formation of this 'Purgatory Flag' is related to a student who studied "Humanity" hard? So to use it, you have to memorize the relevant chapters?" Wang Ping was the first to complain about this, and then asked: "The feeling of the spiritual mark of the soul What exactly does it look like?”

Ming Shui ignored Wang Ping's complaints and answered his second question: "It's like a magical consciousness was born. This consciousness allows me to understand how to use spiritual toxins, but it is fading at the moment, not fading. It’s just that my consciousness can’t contain it.”

"Can I try it a second time?"

He glanced back and did not continue the topic.

The sky is clear outside, there is plenty of sunshine on the top of the mountain, and it is a little hot. In my ears, I can vaguely hear the sound of war drums and shouts of death from the bottom of the mountain.

"Until now, I have been wondering if this is an illusion." When Gan Xing's voice came from the side, the man had already appeared on Wang Ping's right side. He was staring at the main peak of Zhenyang Mountain in the smoke and dust.

He looked at the direction where Ming Shui disappeared, and after a moment of silence, he took out the bamboo slips he usually used to record current events, and recorded what happened completely. Then he confirmed Yu Lian's status, and then stood up and removed the magic circle inside and outside the house. and walked out of the house.

Gan Xing continued: "I say this to remind you that there are tens of thousands of monks in the world, and at least three out of ten people are related to the True Yang Sect, which may include..."

Wang Ping remembered that it was recorded in the strategy panel that he could only try once a day. He asked this question because he wanted to find out why he could only try once, and there was still a year's time limit. He could not retain his spiritual consciousness during the time limit, so he declared failure.

Ming Shui was silent for a long time before saying: "I'm afraid I have to wait until tomorrow. My spirituality and the consciousness of the mark have disappeared a lot. If I do it again, I may lose my balance."

Wang Ping picked up the 'Purgatory Flag' while talking to himself, looked at it for a while and then put it away, and Ming Shui's figure disappeared immediately.

"So that's it!"

Gan Xing fell into silence. He stared at Zhenyang Mountain for a long time, and then slowly said: "You have never experienced the period when Zhenyang Sect ruled the world, and you don't know how powerful they are. Time has changed the taste of many things. I used to follow The followers of the True Sun Sect have long since fallen apart, and they may want to see the decline of the True Sun Sect more than we do."

This made Wang Ping unable to comment, because he had never experienced it and could not empathize with Gan Xing. In his eyes, the Zhenyang Sect had entered its twilight years.

"Are you scared?" Wang Ping asked.

However, his intention was already obvious, which was to remind Wang Ping that some people were not worthy of trust. As for who they were, he might not even know them.

Wang Ping didn't care. When he was running around with Wen Yang, he guessed that the Third Realm monks around him must also have friendships with some people from the Zhenyang Sect, and their friendship might be greater than this war.

From a certain perspective, this matter is not necessarily a bad thing for Wang Ping. At least in this way, the possibility of conflict between the three realm monks from both sides will be very small. Even if there is a conflict, it will most likely be just a show. Wang Ping stretched out his hand and pointed at the huge peak that went straight into the clouds in front of him, and said: "Our goal is this Zhenyang Mountain. I believe their goal is the same. As long as we can be consistent on this point."

"As long as you know what's going on!"

Gan Xing cupped his hands slightly, then turned into a stream of light and flew towards the camp to the north.

Wang Ping once again turned his attention to the battlefield of Shuanghe City on the front line. At this moment, soldiers from the Chu army had already climbed onto the city wall, but the counterattack in the city was even more intense, especially among the Qi practitioners. At this moment, real fire was being fired, and flying swords were plundering. I don’t know how many lives were taken away.

Half an hour later.

Wang Ping meditated on the edge of the mountain.

Time passed slowly, and the offensive on the second day did not stop even after dark, because Shuanghe City seemed to be captured in an instant.

But in fact, it was not until the morning of the third day that the Chu army officially took over Shuanghe City, and was immediately affected by a fire in the Huo Zhu Deep Forest. In the end, it took several inbound water cultivators to block the flames.

The other side did not just watch the incoming water cultivators put out the fire. They sent the same number of incoming cultivators to fight in the northeast of Shuanghe City, destroying a quarter of the city.

Wang Ping had a panoramic view of the battle, but he did not have any emotional fluctuations in the battle between the incoming monks.

In the next half month, the two sides fought bloody battles on hundreds of kilometers of fronts. Among them, the demon clan's attack was the most deadly. Their front in Lishan had advanced to the foot of Zhenyang Mountain. The Huozhu Forest was completely burned by their fire.

The time has arrived in August before we know it, August of the twenty-ninth year of Yuanding.

In other words, in four months it will be the 30th year of Yuanding, and within three months after the Spring Festival, the abdication ceremony of the emperor's throne will be held.

Wang Ping needs to capture Zhenyang Mountain within these seven months and advance his troops to the south bank of the Nong River.

But the weather on Ningzhou Road is not as good as that on Nanlin Road. Snow is already falling in the northern mountain forest area, causing the offensive near Pingshan to slow down.

On the morning of the eighth day of August.

Wang Ping felt the chill blowing from the top of the mountain and felt the fatigue of the troops below the mountain, but his face remained expressionless.

Just after Chen hour in the morning, Zuo Xuan turned into a stream of light and fell on the top of the mountain. Then he walked up quickly, handed out a greeting card and said: "A monk who has entered the country has sent a greeting card to his master."

"Oh?"

Wang Ping showed doubts and took the invitation and opened it. After reading the contents, his face was full of surprise.

Because the person who wrote this greeting was Ke Yue, the "First Heaven" Third Realm monk who was unlucky enough to have his soul captured by Feng Miao.

(End of this chapter)