Pure Yang!

Chapter 256: The Great Fierce Fangs! The Place Where the Human Xiao Retreats

Even though the black and white Qi flow separately, the mighty primordial spirit is immortal.

The face of the strange figure was exactly that of Zhang Lingzong in his youth. On that day, he was killing people everywhere in Fangya Mountain, and the holy fetus of gods and demons suddenly became ferocious. The lives, blood, souls, etc. of those dead were infused into the mark, and finally such a monster was formed in this special place of Fangya Mountain.

He is like a miniature of Zhang Lingzong back then. He has been nurtured over the years, possessing the mysteries of the divine and demonic fetus, and showing the tyranny of the Great Lingzong King.

As the strange figure slowly dissipated, everything returned to silence...

The wind rises again and the dust has settled.

Zhang Fan had a blank expression on his face, but the black and white Qi between his eyebrows had not completely dissipated. Although it was faint, like a firefly compared to before, it was real and existed, condensed and not dispersed.

"Zhang Fan...you..."

Fang Changle couldn't help but be moved. Wherever his eyes went, Zhang Fan's soul was about to emerge. He sat cross-legged on his forehead, forming seals with his hands. He was actually practicing some special and wonderful method, inhaling and exhaling the black and white Qi.

hum...

The primordial light was three inches away from the body, like a halo, blurry and dreamy.

The light of the primordial spirit is the sign of entering the realm of Bodhisattva.

The primordial light shines everywhere, and the being ascends to heaven, without being trapped by the myriad of relationships and without being affected by evil.

Originally, Zhang Fan was unable to comprehend this realm in such a special situation. It was dark in the night and his soul was incomplete. If he were an ordinary person, he would not even be able to embark on the path of cultivation.

However, the last time he comprehended the secret of the Golden Cloud Treasure Box, the golden light hidden in it was actually a thought.

The holy fetus of gods and demons was originally a medicine made from thoughts. He devoured it and only then did he break free from the shackles and achieve the realm of a great master.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's chance came again. As his soul swallowed and exhaled the black and white Qi, the alchemy method was mysterious, and the spiritual seal was wonderful. The Yuan light covering his body began to wriggle and vibrate at an extremely mysterious frequency...

hum...

The next moment, Zhang Fan's Yuan Light was split into two. No, to be precise, it was divided into two from one.

"He broke through!?" Fang Changle couldn't help but be moved.

Once a Taoist practitioner reaches the level of a great bodhisattva, it takes a long time of practice before one can achieve a high level of Taoism.

In Taoism, "nine" is the ultimate.

The realm of great bodhisattva, the ninth level of primordial light.

The first state of Zhaishou, the ninth level of inner elixir.

Observe the master's realm and the nine changes of Dharma.

Only by doing all these can one attain the great position of Heavenly Master, achieve the unity of heaven and man, stand at the threshold of pure yang and infinity, and gaze into the secret of immortality.

Because of this, it is almost impossible to see the end of such a long road, and some people spend their entire lives just going around in circles.

You should know that those who can cultivate to the level of a great bodhisattva are already among the best among men, and are rare throughout history.

But how many people can reach the ninth level of Yuan Guang?

As a descendant of Maoshan, Fang Changle has seen too many evildoers like this. They are gifted with extraordinary talents and good luck. They have entered the realm of great masters and are extremely glorious. However, they have been guarding the mountains all their lives, practicing day and night, and have never been able to condense the power of the second primordial light, but ultimately died in regret.

Cultivate longevity, cultivate longevity. Since ancient times, many people have sought to become immortal, but how many have achieved it?

After all, this road is full of despair and there is no end in sight.

Fang Changle had never thought that Zhang Fan had only been in the Great Bodhisattva realm for a short time, but he had actually broken through again and reached the second level of the Great Bodhisattva... No...

Suddenly, Fang Changle's brows trembled violently, and he saw Zhang Fan's soul transforming again. The Yuan light around him began to vibrate at an even more terrifying frequency, began to differentiate, and began to evolve...

“Triple Elemental Light!?”

"The third level of the great master!?"

Fang Changle's eyes widened and his expression became extremely strange. In just how short a period of time, he had already achieved the equivalent of decades of hard work by others?
"What the hell? Is there any justice in this? Isn't it said that the road to immortality is very bumpy? Why is he on the highway?"

There was a strange look in Fang Changle's eyes as he murmured softly.

It's true that comparison makes one angry. Fangshan, which others regard as a dangerous place, has become a blessed place for Zhang Fan. How long has he been in the mountain? In less than an hour, he has made breakthroughs and reached the third level of Yuanguang! ?
call……

At this moment, Zhang Fan's soul returned to his body. He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath. There seemed to be flashes of lightning in his clear eyes, colorful and brilliant.

"What a great place." Zhang Fan grinned and chuckled.

He could roughly guess that it must be because of the special magnetic field of Fangfang Mountain, coupled with the extraordinary divine and demonic fetus, that it was able to imprint it and mix it with the soul fragments and vital blood of the deceased to form this monster.

In fact, this was simply a gift left for him by Zhang Lingzong.

Only Zhang Fan can enjoy it.

After all, they both came from the same source, and he was the only one in the world who could absorb and inherit the remaining power of this monster and nourish his soul.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was playing with the black iron piece he carried with him. Faced with the sudden breakthrough in his realm, he calmed down and was composed.

"you……"

Fang Changle walked up to Zhang Fan, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head and said nothing.

He couldn't complain anymore.

"Old Fang, it's really hard to describe the experiences in life." Zhang Fan patted Fang Changle on the shoulder and comforted him.

"You're fucking pretending again." Fang Changle curled his lips.

"Let's go. This Fang Mountain is indeed extraordinary. We don't know what dangers are hidden ahead." Zhang Fan whispered in a serious tone.

At this moment, he finally understood why his mother chose such a place to practice in seclusion.

The white mist just now was extremely strange, and it had a great impact on the souls of practitioners. Those with higher realms were still able to barely resist it, but those with lower realms were likely to be in great danger.

"That white mist is called [Evil Breath], which is usually only found in dangerous mountains and desperate places. It is like a breath of evil breath exhaled by a very evil creature, which specifically affects people's souls..."

Fang Changle is worthy of being a disciple of Maoshan, he is knowledgeable and experienced.

In fact, there are many kinds of [evil breath]. Some of them will only cause the soul to hallucinate and fall into external scenes. If there is no external force, it will be difficult to extricate itself and it will be trapped in the mountains forever until death.

Some will continue to strip away and devour the power of the soul, becoming nourishment for the evil spirit and strengthening the mountain.

There are many different kinds of [evil auras] hidden in Maoshan. They were all captured by Maoshan’s ancestors who traveled around the world and came from different evil mountains. They were then sealed with the Shangqing talismans and kept in Maoshan.

Most disciples who have reached a certain age can have some experience of this.

After all, seeing the world and knowing everything can be considered a form of practice.

"Your Maoshan is indeed a double first-class sect." Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

When it comes to inherited education, the ten most famous Taoist mountains in the world have incomparable superiority, which is also something that other mountain sects and practicing families cannot match.

"In my opinion, to be able to resist that [murderous aura] just now, one must be at least a sorcerer or above, otherwise..." Fang Changle hesitated to speak.

"A small half of the Qin family's men must stay there." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Although there are forty or fifty people in the Qin family who have awakened their primordial spirits, a small number of them are at the [Qi Gong] realm. These people's physiques are much stronger than ordinary people, but they are not good enough for practitioners. Their primordial spirits are still immature, and most of them cannot withstand that burst of [murderous breath].

"So many people were killed just after entering the mountain." Zhang Fan said lightly.

Although those who died were all Qi workers, they were seedlings that had not yet grown up. For the entire clan, it was an unbearable loss.

"The Qin family has placed all their hopes on Baihe Temple. As long as we can find the place where Ren Xiao is in seclusion, all the losses can be made up." Fang Changle said calmly.

"let's go."

When mentioning the place where Ren Xiao was in seclusion, Zhang Fan's heart tightened a little and he quickened his pace.

By using the [Evil Breath], they finally got rid of the Qin family's people, so they could move more freely.

Fangya Mountain is not very big, but the mountain is very steep and dangerous. Even though Zhang Fan and Fang Changle have been wandering around for a long time, they have not gained anything. "We can't do this. The Qin family has the artificial antenna of Qin Wangsun. We are like a headless fly." Fang Changle stopped.

"I can probably sense it a little bit." Zhang Fan said after a moment of hesitation.

"Um!?"

After hearing these words, Fang Changle couldn't help but reveal a strange look.

"How can you sense it? You've never been here."

"It's hard to explain right away." Zhang Fan shook his head.

Firstly, he had just devoured the power of the monster left by Zhang Lingzong, and his soul had grown stronger again. Secondly, since entering this deep mountain, he had a special feeling, as if they were attracted to each other in some way.

Perhaps, this is really a mark of blood connection.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's ears moved slightly, as if he sensed something.

"What noise do you hear?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Changle held his breath and concentrated. Sure enough, he heard bursts of strange sounds coming from a very far distance, like the shouting of fighting.

"It came from there."

"Go and have a look."

Zhang Fan took a step forward, turned into a shadow, and disappeared into the dense forest.

The dual cultivation of sex and life complement each other. His primordial spirit condensed into three rays of primordial light, and his true yang grew stronger, nourishing his limbs and bones, and infusing hundreds of major acupoints. Naturally, his physical body was also improved a lot.

A moment later, Zhang Fan and Fang Changle arrived at a cliff. There were corpses and blood everywhere. Almost all of them were masters of the Qin family.

"Another wave of death?"

Zhang Fan took a quick look and saw more than a dozen bodies lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

You know, the Qin family only brought about forty or fifty people in total, and their fierce breath killed more than a dozen people. Now more than a dozen people have been killed, and their cultivation level is even higher.

In other words, in just half a day, the Qin family lost half of their troops in Fangya Mountain.

"Look."

At this moment, Fang Changle reminded.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw that the head of the Qin family, King Qin, had a pale face and was slumped aside, gasping for breath. His right arm was hanging down, and it was obvious that he had suffered a serious injury and was unable to move.

The crystal coffin of Qin Wangsun was placed next to it.

Qin Ming stood at the very front, his true yang was surging and his soul was awakened. He looked up and stared at a strange stone hanging above his head.

The strange stone was about one foot long and black all over, except for the top three inches which was bright red like blood and shone with a dazzling light.

"This is a rare treasure in the mountains." Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

All things have spirits. Even mountains, rivers, swamps, strange rocks and trees, as long as they grow a "shape", they will give rise to phenomena. With the rotation of the sun and the moon, they can give birth to incredible things.

This is exactly in line with the Feng Shui saying of "calling the shape and drinking the image".

Just like that day, Zhang Fan met a man selling counterfeit goods in the black market of Yujing. The stone fetus he was selling was said to come from Jiangjun Mountain and was conceived and born by the spiritual power of this mountain.

If this kind of thing were true, it would be earth-shattering.

Of course, Fang Changle also said that even if mountains, rivers and lakes were formed, they might not be able to produce such a spiritual fetus that was born and raised by nature. The influence of nature's creation of living things is so far-reaching that it is simply unimaginable.

Even if this kind of thing is conceived, it may not actually come into the world.

For example, as for the stone embryo on Jiangjun Mountain, Fang Changle said, the real one was fought over by the Taoist Alliance and the Wuwei Sect masters before it was formed, and its whereabouts are unknown.

Like Fang Mountain, the mountain is like a fang, and a great evil is hidden in the mountain. With the rotation of the sun and the moon, this rare treasure was finally born.

That [fang] is the essence of the entire Fang Mountain.

hum...

Suddenly, Qin Ming held a bronze mirror and shone it on the [Fang]. The blood light on the top of the latter gradually faded, and then it automatically fell off the mountain and fell into Qin Ming's hand.

"Magic mirror!" Fang Changle's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a look of fear.

A Taoist magic weapon can only become an ordinary magic tool after being practiced for no more than a hundred years.

If it is worshipped and refined for more than one hundred years but less than three hundred years, it will become a Huangyu magic weapon.

If it is over three hundred years old and under eight hundred years old, it is a Qingyu magic weapon.

After more than eight hundred years, it became the Purple Feather Magical Weapon.

This [Magic Mirror] from Qiyun Mountain is indeed a genuine Qingyu magic weapon.

Rumble…

In an instant, a terrifying aura was about to burst out from Qin Ming's body. His breath became increasingly powerful and fierce, and the whole person seemed to merge into one with the Fang Mountain under his feet.

hum...

Almost at the same time, the piece of black iron in Zhang Fan's pocket that he had been playing with all day moved slightly.

"What a great fortune, this treasure born from nature actually fell into his hands." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

Once he got this fang, Qin Ming would be blessed with good luck on Fang Mountain and would be loved by the people of Fang Mountain.

Moreover, if the gift from heaven is kept in the family, the Qin family will surely prosper in the future.

"He really spent a lot of money." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

So many Qin family disciples died, and even the [Magic Mirror] from Qiyun Mountain was used to obtain this [fang]. However, compared to the gains, all the costs were worth it.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Fang, since we are here, please come out."

At this moment, Qin Ming shouted loudly, holding the fangs in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

With this treasure, his spiritual perception became incredibly powerful, and every movement within a hundred feet was under his control.

"It's really a treasure."

Zhang Fan became alert, looked at Fang Changle, and slowly walked out.

"Friend Qin is so capable that he actually got this treasure." Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed as he stared at the huge ferocious fang.

"A rare treasure created by nature, owned by a virtuous person. This is also a gift from heaven. Qin Ming dare not refuse it." Qin Ming chuckled.

At this moment, he held a huge ferocious fang in his hand, and his momentum was vast and boundless, making him seem even more fearless.

"Song Yunqi and the others?" Fang Changle took a glance and asked.

"Just leave now." Qin Ming said calmly.

He looked around and said meaningfully, "But in my opinion, the place where Ren Xiao is in seclusion should be nearby."

After these words were spoken, Zhang Fan looked thoughtful. His eyes moved and he was suddenly stunned. As far as his eyes could see, on the stone wall in front of him, there were clearly two small characters carved with a knife in the moss.

"spirit!"

"Ling!"

There is a love symbol between the two small words.

"Oh shit..." Zhang Fan was speechless in shock.

(End of this chapter)