Raising the Demon

Chapter 136
Eighth day.

Luo Qianshan finally found Zi Baifeng.

All the way up and down, the mountains are full of dust, but at this moment, everything is worth it.

He was lying on the edge of the lake, looking towards the island in the middle of the lake, Zi Baifeng looked at the sunset in the sky with his hands behind his back, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face, making him squint his eyes, as if thinking , and seemed to think nothing of it.

Did he already know what happened in Xiayan Village?
Behind him, the knife idiot is still practicing the knife, he hardly sleeps and eats, except for practicing the knife, he is still practicing the knife.

Zi Baifeng didn't know how to use swords, but Luo Qianshan had already entered the room. Just by looking at it, Luo Qianshan was infatuated.

When Luo Qianshan woke up again, Zi Baifeng had disappeared, and the moon had risen above his head. He couldn't even see Dao Chi clearly, but he could see the moonlight reflected by Dao Chi's knife.

Luo Qianshan shook his head, only to feel that there were too many things stuffed into his head, and it seemed that it was about to explode.

The flickering knife light continued, but Luo Qianshan didn't dare to look at it. He calmed down, took a deep breath, and thought about it carefully, but he almost peed his pants in fright.

This is the kind of person who killed Ba Dao with only four eyes, and made himself unable to move with only one eye, and was already dazzled by just watching his sword skills...

Such a person, why not arrest me, arrest Zi Baifeng for Mao!
Catch me, catch me, catch me!
To be able to learn such a knife technique, even if it is death, it is worth it!
At this moment, Luo Qianshan almost forgot his hatred, his mission, and just wanted to hug Dao Chi's thigh and call out Master.His reason has betrayed his heart.

To rescue Zi Baifeng from such a person... Can I really do this?
The doubt at that moment did not shake Luo Qianshan. In life, one does not only do things that can be grasped. Luo Qianshan has already seen the difficulty, and the next step is to solve this difficulty.

Didn't they also have no certainty when they watched the birds and mice?
However, more preparations are required. It seems that Zi Baifeng is not in danger yet.

Luo Qianshan retreated quietly. Now that he has traveled a long distance, his condition is not complete. He must find a place to rest and make plans again.

The moon has already set to the west, but Zi Baifeng has not yet slept.

He has no time to wait any longer.

Dao Chi didn't restrict him from moving around the island, but today, he went to see Dao Chi's "Sword Grave".

It was not just the corpse of the knife, but also the corpse of a human being. On the first night, Zi Baifeng discovered it. Every night, there would be a faint phosphorescent fire floating on the grave of the knife, and he also saw from the gap of the knife, The exposed black eye sockets.

How many people's bones are buried in this knife grave like a hill?There is no doubt that these people were all captured by Dao Chi, and they all died here in the end.

He shouldn't be called Dao Chi, he should be called Dao Mo.

And Zi Baifeng also counted, Dao Chi only has three knives in total, and three knives that need to be comprehended through the opponent's weapon.

Now only the last of the three knives remains.

Death is approaching, but Zi Baifeng's preparations have reached the last moment.

Either you die, or I live, there is no way out.

Dao Chi was still practicing his sword outside the room, while Zi Baifeng repeated the Raising Demon Art to the sword user in front of him over and over again.

Zi Baifeng gradually discovered that using the formula of raising demons is not only a process of pure output, but also a process of spiritual communication with the things he nourishes.

At the earliest time, Zi Baifeng could not do this.

All things have spirits, but they have strengths and weaknesses.

For existences like white foxes, green snakes, and thin legs, he could feel their moods, and he could apply the demon raising formula to them, but even so, not all powers could work.

The most obvious thing is that when he used the demon raising formula on the white fox to transform the white fox from an ordinary white fox into a three-tailed spirit fox, he used so much power that only a small part of it had an effect in the end, and the rest was used by others. The monsters absorbed part of it, but more still escaped.

This is wasting.

In the final analysis, no matter whether Zi Baifeng writes with his fingers or sings poems aloud, it is all a kind of spiritual indoctrination, and what are the aspects of spirituality: Zi Baifeng can only think of three points now: Knowledge, experience and emotion.

And to accept this kind of spirituality, the other party must also have the same foundation, and the nature cannot be violated.

Raising a monster is like becoming friends with a person. You must understand his preferences, be willing to cater to him, and be willing to talk about the same topics with him, and then find ways to make his preferences closer to yours.

Zi Baifeng stroked the knife, feeling the fighting spirit seeping out of it, he thought it was a knife with overwhelming fighting spirit.

However, when he used the power of Raising the Demon Art layer by layer, and felt it carefully, he felt an unspeakable pity.

compassion?Is it for yourself, or for others?
Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years.

These people who threw their heads and blood on the battlefield, are they really willing to do this?
Zibai Fengfeng couldn't help but think of the war in the south, what did those people think?Why are they fighting?Is it because there is no way to retreat, or because there is no way to survive except to fight?
And what about yourself?

Trapped here, watching his home being invaded by others, watching himself have to make false claims with the enemy, helping the enemy while weakening himself.

Had to fight, had to fight.

In this world, there are no mourners who are sure to win, only the dead who want to survive.

I have nowhere to escape, but I just want to protect my family and everything I care about.

If this is sinking, let me sink even harder.

As if hearing its narration, and as if echoing in his heart, the knife trembled in Zi Baifeng's hand, as if he was struggling, wanting to prove something.

I know I know……

Zi Baifeng's hands didn't stop.

Drunk lying in the battlefield, Lord Grim, a few people have fought back in ancient times.

Why fight?And why, must fight?
There is no reason and no reason is needed.

Fight, that's it!
If you kill him, there will be no more injustice in the world, no more unfortunate people.

Then why not kill him!

"Om!" The finger touched lightly for the last time, but the sound was no longer trembling, but a clear and melodious echo, like a morning bell.

Then, the knife lifted up from Zi Baifeng's hand and floated in the air.

Zi Baifeng stared at the knife in front of him with wide eyes, the knife trembled in the air, Zi Baifeng remembered that the last time Xiao Pan advanced, it was like this situation.

So he waits, waits for the knife to shine, or something.

But no, the knife gave no sign of glowing, but it did.

Where did the light come from?Zi Baifeng turned around, and the light filled the room, front, back, left, and right, illuminating the knife and everything else.

But only, did not illuminate themselves.

Then, Zi Baifeng finally knew where the light came from.

On himself!

Raising Monster Art, the third level--to be Tianguang!

Strictly speaking, the light did not come from his body, but a very strange mist, like finely crushed ice and snow, or tiny pine needles, coming from his body. After floating out of the body, those tiny spirit energy suddenly turned into light!
As the moonlight shines, mercury paves the ground.

If Yan Laowu and the others were here, they would definitely scream.

At this time, Zibaifeng is like the huge osmanthus tree on the moon. The difference is that the osmanthus tree turns osmanthus into moonlight all over the sky, but Zibaifeng, what floats out is hazy and uncertain. type.

This is my aura... the skylight that turned into it?

No, strictly speaking they are not the same.

Zibaifeng's sky light contains not only aura, but also spirituality.

He stretched out his hand, narrowed his eyes, and looked carefully.

The fine mist seems to be emanating from the pores. Although it is small, it can still be seen if you look closely.

That... turned out to be strokes one by one!

Silver hook and iron painting, the pen is very important!
Point, horizontal, vertical, left, right, lift, fold, hook!

Just, but not words.

Zi Baifeng felt a little regretful.

But he changed his mind, he had just entered the third level, maybe at the later stage of the third level, these words would become obedient one by one, and maybe they would be combined together.

But more importantly, the skylight transformed by these strokes will instantly change its nature after touching anything, and then reflect back.

When it was reflected back, its nature had changed, and it became a real aura, which spread in all directions and was breathed into Zi Baifeng's body at the same time.

At the first level, Zi Baifeng could only accumulate slowly, or steal some aura from Qingshi as a thief and use it back.

At the second stage, Zi Baifeng formed a self-circulation in his body, and began to continuously produce aura, replenishing it as needed, and no longer needed to go to Uncle Qingshi to replenish aura.

In the third stage, Zi Baifeng not only opened up the inner circulation, but even established the outer circulation. He has a closer connection with the heaven and earth and the world.At this moment, he doesn't even need to run the Demon Cultivation Art anymore, his Demon Cultivation Art has already started to run non-stop, constantly radiating a unique aura, everything in the world, no matter what it is, as long as it has been in contact with him for a long time, They will all become monsters naturally.

Raising demon formula is the most selfless immortal formula in the world, regardless of race, regardless of good and evil, as long as anyone can absorb the aura of this demon raising formula, they can absorb it.

But in this world, there are too many people who only know how to take but don't know how to get back!
After reaching the third level of the Raising Monster Art, Zi Baifeng is more sensitive to monsters, and the subtle emotional changes of those monsters seem to be able to convey back.

The fighting intent of the sword was like a raging fire, and Zi Baifeng only felt that a loud horn was blowing in his ears, which almost covered up everything else.

But under this loud fighting spirit, there are still a few voices ringing: "I'm really unwilling..."

"I want to protect him..."

"I don't want to die..."

"I'm going to beat him..."

Zi Baifeng was stunned by the weak voice.

　The Raising Demon Art has finally been upgraded!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)