The sermon begins with the dragon and the horse

Chapter 308
After bidding farewell to the old monk of Guyun Temple, Shen Ma embarked on a journey again.

Walking in the kingdom of mortals, he has killed robbers and met kind-hearted people. He has witnessed everything from firewood, rice, oil and salt to wars and famines.

The night, like an extremely wide curtain, was quietly opened, covering the mountains, rivers and plains.In the high sky, the stars jumped out one by one, so many, so bright, and so far away.

Shen Ma leaned against the pine tree on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sky full of stars, with an unprecedented peace of mind.

For half a year, he forgot his status as a monk, integrated into the life of the mortal world, and felt the wisdom of life.

The breeze is blowing, the pines are bursting, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing. At this moment, he seems to be integrated with everything around him, resonating with the universe with every breath, and there seems to be a magical force pulling him, floating Be ecstatic.

Over the years, he has gone through life and death, traveled in various ancient tombs and dangerous places, fought against the powerful of all races, and traversed the icy universe without a moment of peace.

Treating many things, I am more and more eager for success.After half a year of precipitation, he lost his murderous spirit and gained a sense of tranquility and calmness.

As if a layer of window paper had been pierced, Shen Maming realized his own shortcomings, and his mood suddenly became clear: mountains are mountains, and water is water.

"It's time to leave, I don't know if the little girl is doing well with those two scumbags?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Shenma's mouth, and a dragon chant sounded. He revealed his true body, activated the Kunpeng treasure technique, and flew towards the distance rapidly.

Seven days later, when he passed by a majestic mountain, he found a familiar aura and stopped in haste.

Ahead, a ten thousand zhang mountain pierces into the sky, on top of the mountain there is a clear lake, surrounded by green pines and cypresses, and there are huge boulders lying horizontally.

There is a black stone tablet by the lake, and the inscription: Tengxianchi.

"Shh!"

A flash of divine light flashed, and Shen Ma descended beside the stele, murmured thoughtfully, "Tengxianchi, what a great name. Kunlun has Chengxianchi, Beidou Zhongzhou has Huaxianchi, this Tengxianchi...

Shouldn't it be the place where the famous Qing Emperor retreated in eternity? "

When the breeze picked up, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, and the green lotus swayed gently, as if dancing lightly.

The most peculiar thing is that the petals of Qinglian are dark green, carved like jade, beautiful and beautiful.

"Qinglian, Qingdi..."

Shen Ma stood on a piece of bluestone and scanned the entire lake with his five-color eyes, but he didn't find anything special.

What he could perceive was that there was a faint, familiar smell here.

"Hey!"

He began to practice Qingdi's kung fu, his body was glowing green, and a phantom of a green lotus appeared in front of his forehead, which was lifelike.

Suddenly, the entire Tengxian Lake moved, one symbol after another appeared from the bottom of the lake, bluestones, and cliffs, and then condensed into one, forming a mysterious void path leading to a light door in the fairy pond.

"There is a small world hidden, the emperor's methods are really unpredictable!" Shen Ma's heart was extremely excited, like a rough sea.

He quickly stepped into the light gate, and found that the space inside was very small, with a radius of no more than a hundred feet. A stone table and two stone piers were placed in the central open space, which was very simple.

"Baby!" Shen Ma grinned almost to the ears.

On the stone table stood a crystal clear vase, the divine liquid inside was shining brightly, shining with an intoxicating luster.This is the strongest sixth-order evolution liquid left by Emperor Qing that can be used by saints, and it is priceless.

"With the sixth-level evolution liquid, after I become a saint, it must be a smooth road."

Shen Ma was trembling with excitement, and after putting the precious vase on the table back into the storage bag, he turned his gaze to another item on the table, which was a scroll of letters.

He opened the notebook and read it carefully from beginning to end, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Wuliang, Shouma, is such a cruel body training technique practiced by a demon? Although it is a bit less interesting than the rotting flesh and bones in the Samsara Pool, but..." Shen Ma slandered endlessly.

At the beginning of the handbook is a warning: Don't rely too much on the strongest evolution liquid. If you want to take it, you need to use the body training method below to tamp the foundation, otherwise there will be serious troubles.

This is a secret body refining technique of gods and demons, which is almost self-abuse, like putting oneself in an oven to smelt, constantly removing impurities in the body, refining the blood, flesh, bone, and marrow, and perfecting oneself through transformation.

It's nothing if it's just transforming flesh and blood, but this secret technique actually wants to squeeze out bone fragments from the body, it's too fierce and domineering, and if you don't pay attention, it may damage the Dao Foundation.

"Hey, there are laws for every drink and peck. If you want to take a shortcut to the extreme, I'm afraid it's a fool's dream." Shen Ma sighed.

The back of the letter does not record the ancient scriptures and secret techniques, only the Qing Emperor's understanding and evolution of the Tao, and each demonic text on it has a special Tao rhyme, which made Shen Ma's mind sink into it.

"Thinking about the myriad changes of demons, walking on the road of rebelling against immortals, stepping on the boundless stars, the common people are wrong but my way is true, climbing mountains is like climbing to the sky, pointing out demons as righteousness, and dedicating them to the practice of cultivation..."

The Taoism left by Emperor Qing flows in Shenma's heart, and it is mutually verified with "Dragon Horse Magical Art".

His mind is clear and clear, bathed in auspicious light, the five secret realms of Lunhai, Dao Palace, Siji, Hualong, and Xiantai are singing together, making bursts of Dao sounds, as if there is no supreme being preaching scriptures, which is mysterious and extraordinary.

"Miaozai, Miaozai, he is indeed the only great emperor who proved the Dao in the ancient times, and the few words left behind also have great profound meanings, which is really amazing." Shen Ma recovered from his enlightenment, and was very pleasantly surprised.

As if clearing the clouds and seeing the fog, he saw a clear path, based on the demon emperor Xue Yueqing's method of tempering the original essence and blood and the Qing emperor's god and demon body training method, he embarked on a unique road of transforming into a dragon.

"Melting bones and refining flesh, returning to the source of death..."

Shenma began to temper his flesh, muscles and bones according to the body training method of gods and demons. As soon as he turned around, his heart began to roar, and the blood in his whole body surged in the blood vessels. It seems to tear the flesh.

"Ah..."

The severe pain made Shen Ma couldn't help crying out. This kind of pain was comparable to a thousand cuts, like countless ants gnawing, it was torture.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles all over his body began to twitch, expanding and contracting, and Shen Ma's entire face changed, almost distorted.

The sound of "chi chi" kept ringing, it was the sound of muscle tearing.The red scales on his body began to peel off, revealing ferocious flesh and blood, which was extremely penetrating.

One day, two days, three days... seven days passed, and for seven days, the mournful wailing echoed continuously in this small world. It is conceivable how much pain Shen Ma has experienced.

"Wuliangshouma, the nonsensical body training method of gods and demons, this is the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty..." Shen Ma couldn't help but cursed in pain, and greeted a certain emperor countless times.

Another seven days passed, leaving a puddle of broken flesh and blood on the ground of the small world.Shen Ma also recovered from the body training, and the scales on his body regrown.

Although no changes can be seen on the surface, he can clearly feel that his physical body is becoming more and more flawless. The accumulation of small things becomes big changes, and the small things become big trends. He is one step closer to becoming a saint.

"It's time to leave. However, I'm not the true successor of the Qing Emperor, so I'd better engrave a copy of this letter and save it for future generations."

A piece of jade slip with engraved Qing Emperor's handwriting was left by Shen Ma in the small world.Of course, it is impossible to leave the strongest evolution liquid, not even a drop.

(End of this chapter)