NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 20 Everyone has his own way
Shifeng Quiet Room,
In front of Jiang Moshu, the phantom figure was constantly breathing and practicing.
The black smoke directly penetrated the dantian of the phantom villain, and then emerged from the eyebrows. Countless mysterious runes actually reacted with the phantom villain, and shattered and reorganized in the air on their own.
Then it quickly entered Jiang Moshu's physical body, continuously combined with the physical body, and solidified in the meridians and acupoints.
Countless tiny lightning bolts swam and struck around the villain, but could not find any target that could be hit.
Three days ago, no progress could be made in either the breathing of spiritual energy or the condensation of sword energy.
Jiang Moshu knew that he had reached the limit of his current body's ability to carry out cultivation.
Three kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures reorganized his Dao foundation, and the nine levels of innate physical limitations were eliminated like blowing sand and dust.
This alone makes his qualifications truly reach the level of those who are the direct descendants of a long-established family.
As long as he thinks about it, breaking through the physical limitations is like gently knocking down a domino, and everything will fall into place naturally.
But this is not the best choice,
Breaking through the body barrier, you can achieve no leakage of breath. A ninth-level monk is probably at this level.
The aristocratic families at the higher level can use heavenly materials, earthly treasures, or secret techniques to support their children, so that their children can break through the body barrier and then the body will be harmonious, and they can perfectly adapt to the skills they practice.
This is also the most terrifying thing about disciples from aristocratic families compared to casual cultivators or ordinary disciples of sects. Even if they use the same technique, they can easily win.
Only the true disciples or a few inner disciples of each righteous demon sect can rival the geniuses of the aristocratic families in this regard.
After all, the treasures of heaven, materials, earth, and sect resources are limited, and they must be divided and fought over within the sect.
Zheng Yuqing's request for Jiang Moshu is to achieve physical and emotional harmony, so that he can stand on the same starting line as the most promising group of Taoist saints in the spiritual world.
After injecting perfect practice time, Jiang Moshu made an unexpected discovery. After the phantom villain coordinated his physical body to reach the standard of harmony, he did not make a breakthrough immediately. Instead, he continued to correct the avenue runes and injected the physical orifice. In the hole.
Through the feedback from his spiritual practice, Jiang Moshu already knew that physical and mental harmony was not the pinnacle that could be achieved by breaking through the body barrier.
Above the harmony, there is a layer of realm.
King Kong!
The vajra of the body, the vast sea of qi, and the bright mind are the culmination of the body, qi, and heart in the stage of condensation.
However, Peak Master Zheng did not mention this.
Either the method is too secretive, even a powerful person like Peak Master Zheng doesn’t know about it.
Otherwise, the conditions are too difficult and almost no one can achieve it, so there is no point in saying it.
Since I have a choice, of course I want the best, and I will decide on the Vajra Body.
Jiang Moshu smiled, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he closed his eyes and concentrated, comprehending the true meaning of King Kong coming from the spiritual platform.
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The thirteenth simple stone room.
Jiang Moshu looked at the Ten Thousand Demons Red Resentment Bag but was speechless. This thing was so delicious.
The blood and resentment of the demon clan on the thirteen mountain peaks didn't even make a splash when poured into it, and the eyes were just a little red.
At this rate, the great body-refining demon would have to kill several thousand to fill the bag.
It’s no wonder that neither of the two true successors in the True Successor Hall was optimistic about him at that time.
It's really too arrogant, it consumes both energy and life, so there's no way he can get started with the third level of Condensation.
However, after continuously washing the mountains and slaying demons, the fear value finally improved a little. .
[Fear value bonus: 0.009% (a few demon spirits are afraid of you)]
No matter how small the chance is, there is still a chance to draw the magic weapon of the Demonic Sect. There is no telling what you will draw next time.
And when the demon clan kills more, won't the probability increase?
At this time, an ethereal and loud voice came into the stone chamber, which made people feel that everything was empty.
"The donor is so murderous."
Jiang Moshu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took out a piece of bone jade and put it on his forehead. He immediately transformed into a young Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth. He looked like he was no more than a scholar.
It was the human skin used exclusively by the two Jiang brothers, which was re-refined by Zheng Yuqing with elixir energy and turned into this piece of bone jade.
The first time Jiang Moshu brought it on, Shen Caiyan was laughing and giggling.
When he heard the name Ji Cuiyu again, he even spat: "I'm really not serious at heart."
Jiang Mo slowly walked out of the stone room, but Shen Caiyan was still one step behind, floating behind.
Outside the house, the sunset glow occupies a small half of the sky, as bright and bright red as if washed by magic fire. In the other half of the sky, the bright moon rises early, with no clouds and no clouds, as clear as the blue.
Jiang Moshu glanced at the beautiful scenery on the horizon and sighed softly: "There are many beautiful things in the world that need to be discovered, but you only see the blood. Monk, you are obsessed with it."
There was a monk not far away, with a calm demeanor and a solemn demeanor.
When he saw Jiang Moshu coming out, he bowed to himself.
"The young monk Leng Chan came from Northern Xinjiang."
Jiang Moshu looked at him coldly, exuding an aura of alienation.
"I am Ji Cuiyu of Mingtan Sect's Ten Thousand Ghost Peaks. Monk, please speak directly if you have anything to say."
"The donor has killed too much. He has killed the demon spirits of the Thirteen Peaks, but it has harmed Tianhe."
Leng Chan clasped his hands in a salute and continued, "Now that the demon clan in the northern border has shaken hands and made peace with the human race, the young monk followed his master to come to the West Extreme precisely to promote peace in this area."
Jiang Moshu's eyes turned cold.
"The Northern Xinjiang Buddhist Sect's hand is quite long, but in our land of the West, the hatred between the human race and the demon race is as deep as the sea, but it is difficult to resolve. Monk, don't waste your efforts."
Jiang Moshu's heart was burning with anger, and some people always wanted to kneel down. He looked at Leng Chan as if he were facing an enemy.
"I look at the sect's records. There are no monsters or demons in this world, right?"
Leng Chan was silent for a while, then replied calmly, "Not bad."
"Later, a catastrophe of monsters came from outside the sky, and the human race was in turmoil. In the end, it was difficult to save the Central Plains. Hundreds of millions of people died at the mouth of the monsters and demons, right?"
Leng Chan was silent again, and finally said expressionlessly: "Not bad."
"In the past 20,000 years, the human race has worked hard to conquer the Central Plains and established the Western Pole, Southern Territory, Northern Territory, and Eastern Border."
"Speaking of which, this world is the land of the human race, and it will never be allowed to be invaded by the demon race and the demons."
Leng Chan said calmly, "How can killing solve the problem? The hatred was already tens of thousands of years ago. Now the number of monsters is hundreds of times that of humans. How many can you kill?"
"More than Yingying is small, he still has a heart that illuminates the night. If he keeps killing like this, one day he will eventually kill all the demons and demons."
The clear voice penetrated the empty stone platform, but it was like waves, echoing endlessly.
"Monk, you want people to respect you, but I don't need it."
"It's enough that demons and demons fear me."
Because he came from time travel, Jiang Moshu's moral values are still somewhat different from this world.
From the bottom of his heart, Jiang Moshu hated monsters eating people.
Just because he comes from a world where humans are respected, there are no monsters, and there are no demons.
Coming from a world of order, he is naturally a bit out of tune with this chaotic world of practice.
He surrendered to the world, or the world changed because of him.
Jiang Moshu laughed self-deprecatingly and waved his hand, Wangui Banner stood behind him. Shen Caiyan was already dressed in a red military uniform.
"Having pity creates a wish, arousing the desire to kill, holding the red lotus fire, and practicing the way of purifying the world.
All demonic obstacles are burned away, all evil demons are killed,
Kill me with boundless evil and imprison me, and you will see boundless light and goodness!
My way is here,
Monk, have you ever wanted to do one? ! "