"Kill the fetus?" Feng Yin repeated questioningly, chewing on the meaning of the three words. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info.com

"This is the most different point between the unsolved killing dao and any killing dao, the unsolved killing dao needs to kill the fetus, no longer relying on the dantian to urge the secret technique, but a new base point. Kill said casually, but Feng Yin was shocked when he heard it.

"Of course, this is only your first step, if you can't even do this, no matter how high your talent is, it will be in vain. He stroked his white beard and said in a fashioned manner.

It is a difficult process to kill the fetus, first induce the murderous qi into the body, and then temper it with the mind, erase the so-called ethereal, until it is sublimated into a substantial existence, and finally shaped into another eternal self, which is called fetalicide.

"The most difficult thing about killing a fetus is to attract murderous qi into the body, and there is a possibility of falling at every turn, but you can skip this stage directly, just temper your murderous qi, and even if you grind, you can grind it out. ”

Killing explained that Feng Yin, who already has a certain level of attainment in the field of killing Dao, can save a lot of effort, and there will be no more danger to his life.

After obtaining concrete means from the killing, he began to try, but the old man shook his head, opened the door of a stone house, and motioned for him to do it inside, and the latter nodded.

Then the old man seemed to think of something, and reminded: "No one here will reveal anything about you, why do you still cover yourself up with your true face?"

Feng Yin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed dumbly, after too many battles, hiding himself almost became a habit.

Laugh at!

In a flash of light, Feng Yin turned back into his original appearance, a big-eyed young man, who was only eleven or twelve years old, harmless to humans and animals.

"Thank you...... Master. ”

He said with some reluctance that his status as an earthling for many years made it difficult for him to adapt to this title, but the grace of preaching was inevitable, so he still cried out.

Who knew that the old man's face was stunned, but he turned his head and said coldly: "It's okay to tell me anything, and the word master will be exempted." ”

Feng Yin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think too much about it, he said hello, turned around and entered the closed stone house. To tell the truth, except for the room where he rested, all the other stone houses had doors and windows closed, and he couldn't even open the door, and there was a slight strangeness in his heart.

"Is that so?!"

After walking into the door, Feng Yin was surprised, the space inside was much larger than he imagined, thousands of meters in a radius was extremely empty, surrounded by huge ancient stone bricks, and the walls were decorated with white gems.

"A ...... that touches the space"

Feng Yin remembered that the inn he stayed in that day was exactly the same as this stone house, but he didn't know who was high and who was low.

He sat up cross-legged, and the method of killing that guided him came to his mind, and then the murderous aura suddenly surged, surging and running.

At this time, Feng Yin is equivalent to guarding Baoshan in the air, but he doesn't know how to use it, his attainments in killing Dao are amazing, but before that, he has not used the means, and can only be regarded as a unique momentum that can be retracted and released freely.

Now that I think about it, what a waste.

The current Feng Yin is like a sharp sword, a sharp sword!

There was nothing around, but there was a cold wind, and a wave of killing intent surged out, and if anyone could touch it, they would definitely feel the biting cold.

Murderous!

The profession of a killer is extremely dangerous, it can be said that he walks on the tip of a knife, God knows how many times Feng Yin has been in the middle of life and death, for him, killing people is no different from eating and drinking.

And what he has to do now is to condense this murderous aura, make it change from quantitative to qualitative, and then temper it with the means of killing and teaching, so that it can be sublimated to the fullest, and create a new fetal murder.

"Cohesion...... Cohesion!"

Feng Yin in this state couldn't help but roar, he was trying, he was also deducing, trying his best to make his murderous aura hit and turn into a substantial existence, not just an ethereal momentum.

A day passed in a blink of an eye, Feng Yin was still trying, you must know that the release of murderous energy was also distracting, but Feng Yin was not discouraged at all, and finally gradually achieved results.

At this time, the originally ethereal murderous aura had turned into a mass the size of a human head, which could not be seen by the naked eye, but Feng Yin could indeed feel that this kind of achievement shocked Feng Yin's spirit, and he saw hope.

"Go on!"

He gritted his teeth and said, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead blurring his eyes.

Whether it is releasing murderous energy or condensing murderous energy, it is a great torture for willpower, and it is the same as non-stop thinking, but the former is much more intense.

Feng Yin knew that he couldn't stop, once he stopped, that murderous aura would become rootless, and the whole day's efforts would be in vain, and he had to persevere.

Another day has passed, and this time the progress is even greater than the last time, and the murderous aura the size of a human head has shrunk to the size of an egg, and he is held by Feng Yin's hands.

At this time, the murderous aura has a great lethality, although it is not visible to the naked eye, but if someone is next to him, there is a feeling of panic when he moves, that is, the oppression of the condensed murderous aura.

It is not difficult for Feng Yin to imagine that if this egg-sized murderous aura mass is thrown out, eighty percent of a Solid Body Realm cultivator will also die, you must know that this is just the beginning.

"It was definitely a joke to kill people just by killing spirit, but now it's hard to say. ”

I have to say that there are thousands of cultivators, and there is definitely no shortage of predecessors with great wisdom, such as the pioneers who created the path of killing.

Feng Yin retracted his heart, making his mind ethereal, and he complained a little that his imagination was too rich, so he almost lost his mind.

"It's not enough...... Come again!"

He roared in his heart, staring at the empty void above his palm, his eyes burning hot.

Another two days passed, and Feng Yin tried his best to finally shrink the murderous aura to a little the size of a mung bean grain, and it was almost condensed and formed, but it was just a little bit, which always made it difficult for him to get his wish.

"Damn, is there a bottleneck in this thing?"

Feng Yin's belly was slandered, his state was close to running out of oil, and the golden light of Zhihai was dimmed, so you can imagine how big the price is.

He had the urge to bury his head in his sleep, he was so tired that it was more exhausting than going through countless wars, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, otherwise he would have to start all over again.

On the fifth day, the old man named Kill buried his head in his own meadow, raised his head leisurely, glanced back inadvertently, and then continued to fiddle with a grass in the boundless meadow.

"Give!I!Condensation!!"

In the space stone house, Feng Yin's huge roar sounded, his eyes were bloodshot at this time, his immature arms were full of hideous and terrifying green tendons, densely packed, and his hands were holding the void that was nothing.

"Condensation!"

He was crazy, shouting like this, and finally succeeded at this moment, the murderous aura the size of a mung bean grain was extremely sublimated, and he was tempered into a substance murderous aura as thin as dust!

That grain of murderous aura is too meager, it is an exaggeration to say that it is small, and a grain of millet is as big as a mountain compared to it, and it is so small!

Feng Yin's face was excited, and he really wanted to look up to the sky and roar, but he didn't do it, because now is the most important moment, tempering!

At this time, his face was ethereal, with willpower as a file, and the method of killing as a model, he turned into the most clever craftsman and created a fetus of his own.

Maybe it's more accurate to say one.

There is no doubt that he did it, a small negligible fetus was shaped, the appearance was exactly the same as that of Feng Yin sitting cross-legged, but it was countless times smaller, and the appearance was pure black, and it was dancing on Feng Yin's fingertips at this time.

Feeling the close connection between the two, Feng Yin raised the corners of his mouth, very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Where should I put it?"

Feng Yin was a little undecided, not only the dantian, but also the human body, a total of seven hundred and twenty acupuncture points, which could be placed anywhere.

If it is placed on the fingertip, there is no doubt that finger will be Feng Yin's most powerful weapon, and if it is placed on the foot, there will be no one to resist his lower plate.

He thought about it, and finally put the fetal killing into the sea of knowledge, after all, this is the safest, unless he dies, it is impossible to be hit, and at the same time, the sea of knowledge is a place where the spirit is hidden, and the breath of the fetus will not leak out half of it.

Push open the door and walk out of the door, the world created by the killer body is no different from the outside world, there is also a difference between day and night, it is already late at night, the old man does not know where to find a recliner, is quite enjoying the moon.

"The old man enjoyed it a lot. Feng Yin joked that after shaping the fetucide, his mood was much better, and he started joking.

"That's not it, before you came, my longevity was unlimited, and now that I have an inheritor, there will be one less day after a day!"

He said with a smile, the recliner squeaked and swayed under him, although he said so, Feng Yin heard a hint of relief from it.

Feng Yin said loudly, sat in the open space next to the killing, and asked, "Old man, I don't know if I should say something or not." ”

The latter nodded lazily when he heard this, and motioned for Feng Yin to say casually.

"Why didn't you look for an inheritor before you died, and regretted it after you fell?" Feng Yin asked.

Feng Yin was a little puzzled, he had heard that he had told him about his past, such characters only needed to beckon, and countless geniuses and demons must be crazy to seek the Tao, but he had never passed on the mantle, so that he was obsessed with it.

"Well...... Qualifications are one thing, and looking at the entire cultivator world, there are only a few people who have that kind of qualifications on the surface. ”

The bright-faced people in his mouth refer to those whose talents are known, and some miserable people with natural talents and demons either died halfway, or they have been mortals all their lives and have never been in contact with the Dao of Cultivating Immortals, and such deeds are not rare.

"On the other hand, if you look carefully, you can find some, and it won't be so pitiful that it will be passed down from generation to generation. ”

"On the other hand?"

The old man seemed to ponder his words, turned his head and said, "Just one person who kills the Dao will make all beings in the cultivator realm silent, if there are a few more, how many people will be enough to kill?"

Feng Yin immediately understood when he heard it, but when he chewed it carefully, he felt that this word was domineering, and he felt that his blood was surging.

The Unsolvable Killing Dao has already caused boundless blood after just one walk, if there are a few more, how many people can test the knife in the world?!

"This is the reason why there is only one person in the generation of the Unsolved Killing Dao, one is enough, this world can't afford to kill more Dao heirs. ”

It's so domineering!

"Let's go rest, there's an introductory test tomorrow morning. The old man smiled and finished the last sentence, turned around and dissipated.