The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 180: God and Demon Arts
That night.

Just as the people in Renjia Village took the body back for funeral arrangements, Uncle Jiu and Mom were celebrating the event.

All we saw was that after finishing dinner, Song Feng came to the distant mountain alone in a wheelchair.

Looking outside the mountain.

All I could see were the towering mountains stretching out in an endless stream, and occasionally, a speck of moonlight seemed to fall into the mountains and forests.

It seemed as if some elves or ghosts were using the moonlight to practice.

Although the moonlight is very quiet.

But Song Feng had already gotten used to such an environment.

Magic power circulates continuously in his body.

Faintly, the magic power of the Taiyin Cold Toad that was originally lingering deep in his dantian was now circulating in his body along the flow trajectory of the Nintendo corpse qi.

An inexplicable chill continued to rise.

Faintly, it seemed as if Song Feng's body was being transformed into a lifeless, flesh-and-blood, indestructible zombie body.

However, just as the chill in the air continued to rise, there seemed to be a strange force that gathered the chill.

Even after taking it into the body, it will disperse the cold air and gather it into the vital points throughout the body.

It looks as if this strange power is absorbed into the body.

"Om..."

There seems to be a light flowing in the dark.

Faintly, Song Feng's body seemed to turn a little paler at that moment.

But it only lasted for a moment.

After a while, his body returned to normal.

However, when Song Feng's body returned to normal, a deep smile appeared on his face:

"Now the Three Zombies Borrowing Life Method has cultivated a strange zombie body, and with the initial formation of supernatural powers, I have obtained the supernatural power of Nintendo."

"This time, I have used the corpse qi in the zombies' bodies to construct a map of the Zhoutian meridians. Now I can say that my practice has been successful."

"It's time for me to get up and stretch my body. I won't be afraid of wasting my mana by arbitrarily mobilizing it anymore!"

When he said this, he was no longer sitting in the wheelchair. Instead, he stood up straight, and there seemed to be an inexplicable aura emanating from him.

Even his shadow became more bizarre under the moonlight.

Looking far away.

When the ray of moonlight in the sky continued to fall like a smoke rope, Song Feng slowly breathed in and out towards the moon:
"hiss……"

A magical power suddenly burst out from his body and was three inches away from his body.

What's more.

As he inhaled and exhaled the moonlight, a faint chill seemed to condense from his mouth.

The sound of frogs croaking came from his dantian, the sound was loud and clear, like a calf, and seemed to be the remnant of ancient times or the sound of a prehistoric alien species.

"Quack! Quack! Quack!"

The three-legged golden toad kept chirping.

With the help of his magical power, he transformed the moonlight hanging down from the sky into mist, which he continuously inhaled and exhaled in his mouth.

His magic power was reversed through the twelve floors, and then traveled along the Ren and Du meridians.

When the tongue finally touched the upper palate, it turned into a white elixir-like object.

"呲呲呲..."

The moonlight of Taiyin combines with the inner elixir.

Although it is traveling through the Ren and Du meridians at the same time, it is also merging with a lot of corpse qi while taking care of the body.

Originally, corpse qi had no source.

Although Song Feng got the aura of the nearly-flying corpse Nintendo.

But only one or two can be manifested.

It is possible that after using it two or three times, you will no longer have any power left and will not be able to borrow the magical powers of zombies.

But things are different now.

As the corpse qi and Taiyin cold qi travel through the limbs and bones, it goes through the twelve circulations, the eight extraordinary meridians, and the 108 major acupoints, as well as the 365 hidden acupoints in the upper and lower circulations.

At this moment, it formed a light and dark, yin and yang intersection with Song Feng's magic power.

They are the inside and outside of each other, reversing yin and yang.

Originally, Song Feng's magic power flowed in his body like strands of silver light, and there was even a mist of purple air brewing in it.

However, when it is formed in the Ren and Du meridians, where the inner elixir meets, it has the wonderful interaction of yin and yang.

For a while.

The corpse qi, which was originally only forcibly taken into his body and barely formed a state of circulation, was also constantly interacting and growing with the magic power.

Magic power breeds corpse qi, and corpse qi is transformed into magic power through the Taiyin cold air.

Rotating with each other, inside and outside depend on each other.

It seems to be just magic power, but in the blink of an eye it turns into corpse gas, and the corpse gas can still turn into magic power while flowing.

By the end, Song Feng's whole body seemed to become more crystal clear.

"call……"

Finish the exercise and absorb the Taiyin Qi into the body.

When the Taiyin inner elixir, which was formed by various coincidences, fell into the Dantian and turned into magic power, Song Feng took a deep breath.

Crackling!

As he took a deep breath, his muscles and bones began to vibrate.

Even the spine, which had never been straight, was now rising straight up to the top of the head.

Look towards his forehead.

All I could see was the spiritual platform on the forehead with a few wrinkles, which was now flashing with a bright spiritual light.

In this night, riding on the bright moon, it seems as if one is truly practicing Taoism.

By this time.

All he saw was that the robe that originally seemed to fit his body was just an ordinary robe, but now it truly revealed its true form:
"Crash..."

As he waved his sleeves.

All that could be seen was the black robe that looked like an ordinary black robe, but when it was stretched, some hidden patterns were revealed.

The black robe fluttered, and the long sleeves fluttered, seeming to cover and immerse his entire body.

Moonlight flashed.

All I could see was that the sleeves that originally seemed ordinary actually had dark patterns flashing after this slight modification.

If you look closely, you can see a faint embroidered dragon winding across the sky!
Before, he was wearing this black robe and looked like an old man in a similar robe from this era.

However, when he unfolded the many hidden patterns and sleeves, it looked even more majestic and mysterious.

At this time, he no longer looked like a destitute old man, but rather like a court official sitting in a high hall.

"It has been many years since I last wore this outfit. Now that I think about it, I really miss it..."

When he said this, Song Feng looked at the dark black robe he was wearing with a nostalgic look.

At this time, although people's minds were open, many patterns such as dragons and phoenixes could be used by ordinary people. But obviously, the clothes worn by Song Feng had robes with hidden patterns and embroidery, which was the craftsmanship of the older generation.

Don't say anything else.

If this style of clothing had been worn twenty years ago, it would have been a serious crime punishable by beheading and the entire clan would have been implicated.

After all, the pattern embroidered in the dark and visible under the moonlight is nothing else.

Instead, it was a real five-clawed dragon with its fangs and claws bared, as if displaying its divine power in the clouds.

Leaning on a cane.

At this moment, Song Feng, with the background of this flowing robe, seems to have regained some of his former elegance:

"I have restrained myself for many years, and now I have finally broken through and stood up again. It is time for me to walk around in the martial arts world."

"I just wonder if some of my old friends still remember my existence after so many decades..."

When he said this, the robe behind him seemed to flutter in the breeze.

Faintly, it seemed that there really were ghosts and gods appearing behind him, as if they wanted to walk out of the underworld and into the world of the living.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The howling of gods and the wailing of ghosts were heard.

But he has always been suppressed.

If anyone saw this scene, seeing hundreds of ghosts roaming around to protect a single deity, they would probably think that this was an evil boss from some era coming out to do evil.

"My power of circulation is sufficient. My Qi meridians are all open. I already have the foundation for all my Taoist practices and powers."

“Although I am unable to display the might of a spiritual being due to various reasons, but in terms of my cultivation level, I now have the ability to send my spirit flying.”

"With my current level of cultivation, as long as I don't run into my old friends and the many great masters, I will have no fear in roaming the martial arts world."

"not to mention……"

When he said this, Song Feng looked at his palm. After a closer look, he saw that there seemed to be corpse qi flowing in his palm:
"Crack!"

A crisp sound sounded.

Then, he was seen using his right hand to break off his palm, as if he was putting together building blocks.

What's even more amazing is.

Just after he pried off his palm, it was just like Nintendo, without any blood flowing out, but it was very flexible.

Looking closely, the left hand that had been broken off could even clench its fist and wave normally, as if it had never left the palm:
"What's more, now that I have acquired Nintendo's ability to regenerate corpse qi, even though I can't be reborn by dripping blood, I can still survive even if my head is cut off."

"This method has some traces of the ancient magic of gods and demons. I'm afraid my old friends would never have thought that I would be able to have such a change after so many years..."

People always say that there is no creation without destruction, but destruction is not that simple.

If it could be easily destroyed and then rebuilt, then this word would not be remembered by everyone, or even deeply admired.

The reason why he was able to undergo such a change was because he had gained wisdom and had undergone changes, and he also borrowed the luck of his uncle.

Even so, he had suffered severe injuries before and it was almost impossible for him to survive.

This is the true destruction followed by construction.

When he thought of this, he no longer worried about other things, but walked down the mountain step by step with his crutches.

With his departure.

All I saw were a few little paper figures suddenly jumping out from the darkness, and then following behind pushing an empty wheelchair.

Look towards Song Feng.

At this moment, Song Feng, who was wearing a wide-sleeved black robe and leaning on a cane, seemed to be walking in a very ordinary manner.

But between three or two steps, there seemed to be something mysterious.

Just now it seemed that he took one step.

But after just a moment of distraction, he realized that the step he took was as far as two or three steps of an ordinary person.

In the night, his steps were like a ghost, coupled with his long robe with wide sleeves and sleeves with dark patterns that fluttered as he walked.

He really looks like a giant of evil ways and a powerful left-handed warrior.

The inn had already closed.

Because of Uncle Jiu and the others, it can be said that Uncle Jiu and the others are the only ones left in the inn now.

These are all obtained through strength.

However, just as Mom was watching Qiu Sheng, Ren Zhuzhu, Ah Hao, and Ah Qiang playing.

I only saw Uncle Jiu, who had been sitting in a corner of the inn, fiddling with the Bagua mirror in his hand, suddenly frowned:
"...Such a strong yin energy!"

Thinking of this, he quickly stood up, holding the Bagua mirror, and walked out of the inn in a few steps.

Looking into the distance.

All I saw was a figure in the darkness, wearing a wide robe with big sleeves, with dark patterns visible under the moonlight, and like a flying dragon, walking back with a cane.

Looking further away, he saw that behind him there seemed to be a few little paper people walking with their short legs, pushing an empty wheelchair.

"Seventh Uncle? What are you doing..."

Looking at the old man with a tall stature and wearing a wide robe with fluttering sleeves and hidden patterns on his sleeves, Uncle Jiu seemed to have recognized the wrong person.

"How come you've changed so much?"

At this moment, Song Feng no longer looked like he had before, leaning on a cane and hunching over.

Although his face was still old and looked like he would not live long, his straight back and deep eyes occasionally revealed a gleam of light.

As he took steps, the sleeves that had been hidden flashed in the darkness.

This kind of robe combined with Song Feng's posture really has a different meaning.

In a trance, he seemed to remember the head teacher who was wearing a robe, sitting in the Shangqing Maoshan Palace, overlooking the Maoshan main altar!

“…similar! So similar!”

Looking at the figure in front of her with fluttering sleeves and revealing a special kind of majesty, Mama's eyes couldn't help but sparkle.

It looked like he had encountered some legendary figure.

Just at this time.

Qiu Sheng, who was playing with Ah Hao and the others, suddenly came out and looked at his seventh uncle in amazement:
"Seventh Uncle, you... you have changed a lot..."

Is this still the little old man who needs to be pushed in a wheelchair, sits in the wheelchair and coughs all day long, as if he will not live long?
If someone told him that the old man in front of him was a king, he would dare to believe it.

This temperament is really domineering.

Especially in this night when paired with the elegant black robe, he looks even more handsome than the bright yellow Taoist robe that the master wears!

"Domineering! It's really too domineering! Seventh Uncle, when did you get such clothes?"

Looking at the elegant man in long robes in front of him, Qiu Sheng was amazed, his eyes full of admiration:

"There are dark patterns on this dress, and it seems that only under the moonlight can we see what it is."

"Let me take a closer look. Wow, it looks like a dragon flying in the sky!"

When he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but look at his seventh uncle in surprise:

"Seventh Uncle, who did you ask to make this suit? The craftsmanship is incredible, it's amazing, amazing!"

Looking at the people in front of him with surprised expressions, Song Feng walked into the inn with his cane and fluttering sleeves:
"Qiu Sheng, I can't sit in this wheelchair anymore. Please think of a way to turn it into your bicycle."

"If you like this dress, I will ask my old friend to make one for you when we have the chance..."

(End of this chapter)