The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 353: Dead Stone and Yin Stone

"Since you are so sincere in giving me this, I naturally cannot refuse your kindness. I will accept this stone."

He gestured to David to take the Stone of Death, and then Song Feng did not argue with the other party.

He turned around and left with David.

The whole process is straightforward.

Watching Song Feng leave, the high priest on the mural also breathed a sigh of relief:

"Huh... Looks like things aren't that bad after all. This is a blessing in disguise."

When he said this, the high priest's expression suddenly became somewhat painful, and he seemed to be lamenting:
"It's a pity for the divine crystal left behind by the god of death. I originally left it for future generations to wait for an opportunity. It looks like it will fall into deep sleep in the future..."

At the end of the speech, the mural on the wall began to gradually become blurred and finally disappeared into the wall.

Wind and sand gradually emerged from the underground palace.

At first there were only a few spots, but in the blink of an eye, it was as if a spring had been opened up in the sand under the earth.

Brush!
Endless wind and sand poured from the main hall to the side halls and roads in all directions.

In the blink of an eye.

The underground palace, which originally looked magnificent and huge, was now completely buried in the wind and sand, and had completely disappeared.

the other side.

Song Feng turned around and left, and was naturally very satisfied at this moment:
“Talking to smart people is simple.”

His apparent intention of coming here was actually to squeeze out some money from the hands of those old guys.

To put it bluntly, they are here to rob.

But robbery also requires skills and has a lot of technical content.

This thing is like digging a rat hole.

Every old thing that has ever survived has gone a long, long way on the path to immortality, uh, the real old monster.

Although it is impossible to achieve the state of refining the spirit and returning to emptiness for the time being.

However, the souls of these old guys all have their own objects, which are basically hidden in the Yin and Yang realms and in various dark lands.

more importantly.

These old guys who have lived for thousands of years may have some hidden cards in their hands.

They are all thousand-year-old monsters.

Basically, they all knew that Song Feng would never let them go unless they paid a little price.

It is precisely because of this.

The high priest then took out his treasure without hesitation.

Attitude is very important.

Old guys like them who are barely surviving, meet someone like Song Feng, who has plenty of energy and is truly at the peak of his powers.

If they fail to handle it properly, they may be dragged to death even if they have played all their cards.

This is not a joke.

Compared with death, it is better to spend the money to buy your life.

As long as the price they offer satisfies Song Feng, Song Feng will naturally not go and really fight with them.

Cultivation is not only about fighting and killing, but also about the ways of the world.

This matter is very complicated.

It would be fine if there was only one person like him, a land immortal who was close to refining his spirit and returning to the void and was about to ascend to heaven.

If he was the first one in the creation of the world.

He would not give any face to anyone and would dig these old guys out of their slumbering caves and give them a couple of punches.

But times are different.

This is a post-era that has long been devoid of spiritual energy.

Ancient times.

Even the immortals didn’t know how many there were.

Without becoming an immortal, he could protect himself, but he definitely could not sweep away all enemies.

Don't say anything else.

Now, when he walks in the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, he can occasionally sense that there seems to be something hidden in the gap between the earth veins and the Yin-Yang realm.

Especially in the depths of Mount Maoshan.

Faintly, there seemed to be a glow of light blooming in the Yin-Yang Realm that had been hidden in the deepest part of Maoshan.

Although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth disappeared.

But that kind of spiritual light is still very dazzling.

Suddenly.

The immortal weapon of the ancestor should have been suppressed in the Yin-Yang Realm and left for future generations.

Although he really wanted to observe it up close, he was helpless because the timing was not right.

Have proper respect for the strong.

Before you really get angry, everything should be done in accordance with etiquette.

Of course.

If we really fall out and fight to the death, no matter who you are, we have to weigh ourselves up and give each other a punch first.

These are all things we have to do.

Seeing the look in his eyes, David gently handed over the black stone in his hand, which was only the size of a baby's fist:

"Sir, this is a gift from that person."

Although this thing looks only as big as a baby's fist, its weight is amazing.

Such a small piece.

But it weighs nearly 100 kilograms.

Faintly, a piercing and deep chill leaked out.

If it weren’t for David’s three successful trials.

If it weren't for his blood being as hot as a furnace.

If any ordinary person came into contact with this thing, his bones would be frozen and his soul would be destroyed.

But even so.

Even though David had successfully refined the three techniques and his blood and energy were as strong as a furnace, he didn't want to hold on to this thing for a long time.

After all, who would like to hold a lump of ice that is emitting cold air in their hands all the time?

Looking at the stone in David's hand, it seemed to be only the size of a baby's fist, but it exuded endless chill.

Song Feng took it gently, then placed it in front of his eyes and continued to observe it.

Look carefully.

This black stone appears to be smooth, but if you look closely, you can find that there are faint strange patterns on it.

Countless lines are outlined on the stone.

As a result, the whole stone is obviously not black, but it looks very deep.

The soul is in a state of meditation.

Using the power of his soul, Song Feng discovered that every crystal on this stone possessed a mysterious power.

To be precise, the thing in front of you is not a stone.

It looks like a stone, but is actually a collection of countless magical crystals.

Death energy emanated from the crystal.

Holding it in my hand and feeling it carefully, I felt a sense of deathly silence emanating from it.

It is a pure emptiness.

It's as if this piece of stone is dead and has no vitality.

It's different from ordinary stones.

Bring an ordinary stone in front of you and compare it with this small stone, you can find the difference between the two.

When I normally look at stones, I just think that they are everywhere and there is nothing special about them.

But put the two together.

However, it can be clearly found that such an ordinary stone seems to have a strange feeling in front of this black stone.

One seems alive.

One looks dead. They are clearly two pieces of stone, but they give people a subconscious perception.

Stone is lifeless.

Why is this so?

Just when Song Feng picked up the two stones, David also noticed something wrong.

"It's so strange. How can I think that compared with this black stone, the other sand and stones under our feet are alive?"

When he said the last sentence, David couldn't help but rub his eyes subconsciously, expressing his disbelief.

It's so strange, so strange.

It's an extremely awkward feeling.

It felt awkward, and he suddenly seemed to have a different perception of the world.

This cognition is different from usual cognition.

It is precisely because of this that these two different perceptions make him very uncomfortable.

No matter how extraordinary your cultivation is.

This moment also reveals a vulnerable side.

Looking at the two stones in front of him, and then looking at David, there was a hint of something unusual in his eyes.

Song Feng rubbed the ordinary stone into fine powder with a light rub, and sprinkled it on the yellow sand:

"This Death Stone is a dead stone. It is a gem that has no vitality in the true sense."

When he said this, Song Feng glanced at the dust on the ground and played with the small black stone in his hand:
"This piece of black stone is a godsend to many weapon refiners and alchemists in the West."

"Just this small piece of stuff is enough to turn an ordinary refiner, an ordinary alchemist, into a master figure known all over the country."

In the eyes of Western alchemists, this small stone is the legendary substance that has been killed and has no trace of life.

It exists in their imagination.

Their whole lives seem to be spent in the pursuit of finding something like this to realize their dreams.

Don’t underestimate this Death Stone, it is only the size of a baby’s fist.

But here's the thing.

This thing is so precious.

Even if it is something as small as a fingernail, it can drive many Western alchemists crazy if it is thrown into the outside world.

If thrown to Kyushu.

Those families with thousands of years of heritage will all be beaten to a pulp.

This stuff is definitely good stuff.

In the West, this thing is a dead substance, but in the East, it is called Yin Stone.

The corresponding stone is Yang Stone.

Yangshi has a very nice name, called five-color stone.

Both Yin stones and Yang stones are legendary existences and are things that only existed in ancient times.

Every time he made a magical weapon, it was accurate.

Not only does it possess extraordinary magical powers, but it also has extremely unique fusion properties for many exotic materials.

In general, it's a panacea.

Holding this piece of Death Stone, Song Feng became more and more looking forward to his upcoming journey.

Put the Death Stone away.

Then, they took a private plane and arrived outside the boundless desert.

however.

When Song Feng and his companions arrived at this desert, theoretically outside the western region of Kyushu.

Song Feng's expression changed slightly:
"Hmm? No! There is not even a trace of aura on this piece of land. It seems that there is no Tao rhyme anymore."

Every step forward a practitioner takes will bring about earth-shaking changes.

To put it in a very mysterious way.

The Taoist charm on your body will become more and more obvious, and even its influence on the outside world will become greater and greater.

Under normal circumstances.

When practitioners have cultivated to the point where they have a spiritual essence, their Dao rhythm will subconsciously permeate the surrounding environment.

Every piece of land they walked on, every drop of water raised, and every branch broken bears their traces.

If a strong man stays in a piece of land for a long time, that piece of land will be filled with his Tao rhyme.

This is also the reason why many practitioners, even though they are far away from a certain piece of land, can accurately know that there are masters there.

Because the rhyme of Tao is very obvious.

Even if the spiritual energy disappears, the Dao rhyme will only lose its obvious manifestation, but its existence is certain.

Just like the pyramid.

The moment he stepped near the pyramid, he knew that there must be something hidden inside.

Because of the high priest's word.

Influencing the environment.

This is also the reason why the high priest could so easily and completely submerge his underground palace with yellow sand.

But it's different here.

There is no longer the way of the strong here, nor is there that kind of mysterious charm.

Everything seemed ordinary.

It's just like ordinary yellow sand, just like here, it's just an ordinary desert.

I heard Song Feng say this.

David paused for a moment, then carefully felt it, but then his expression changed drastically:

"Impossible! When I came here before, I clearly felt that there was a vague sense of danger here."

"It's only been three years, how could things change so quickly?"

After following the master for a long time, he also knew that if one practiced to a certain level, one could achieve another level of immortality.

It's like rushing into the netherworld after death.

Many powerful people in previous eras had already left behind a backup plan and lived in the Yin-Yang realm.

The one who can make him feel threatened must be at the same level as sir. How could such a being die so easily?
Just three years.

Compared with thousands of years, this is really too small.

Just like the Pharaoh in the pyramids.

The pharaoh lived on earth thousands of years ago. Although he no longer exists in reality, he still exists.

The threat to him is huge.

But the fact is that there is no longer the kind of danger that he once felt.

Looking at the expression on David's face, Song Feng shook his head, and then seemed to remember something:
"This matter is not your fault. You don't need to blame yourself too much. In the cultivation world, how can things be so sure?"

When he said this, Song Feng looked at the surrounding environment.

Then, he looked at the weather and the terrain, and pinched the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches with his left hand, as if he was observing something.

At one of those moments.

Song Feng stopped what he was doing, and then spoke to David in front of him:
"Go north from here for eighteen miles and find a place with many hills. Look for a sea buckthorn tree three feet tall among them."

"We are looking for some technicians to dig down from this sea buckthorn tree. All the secrets are hidden underground!"

David was originally feeling a little guilty about his own inappropriate behavior, so when he heard his master's instructions, he quickly took out his communicator.

In just a short while, he had ordered these people to mobilize equipment and find professionals to dig down.

Although Song Feng did not scold him, David always kept this incident in mind.

This is what he has been doing for decades.

Something went wrong the first time I did something.

He doesn't allow himself to make mistakes. At the same time, he also wants to know what exactly caused such a special thing to happen.

The machine continued to dig downwards.

After digging for more than ten meters, a beam of light penetrated directly into the dark hole underground. Then, a surprised voice came from the construction team.

"...Sir, we dug it through!"

(End of this chapter)