Using the sacrifice of the body as a means to achieve positive results, in fact, it must not be wrong, after all, after the great monks have practiced thoroughly, they are extraordinary, and they have great freedom and magical powers, so why care about a stinky skin in the past.

But the situation of Thirty-three at this time is completely different, the "Dragon Elephant Root Sutra" is unpredictable, and it is impossible for him to immediately attain the true result of Buddhism after he understands it.

If the foundation of the body is injured because of this, the only end on this wild island is to die and fall back into reincarnation.

Seeing that this calamity was no longer inevitable, fortunately, at this critical juncture, the great pain caused by the excessive consumption of the body had awakened the thirty-three from their ignorant and unconscious Dharma transmission practice.

Sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, he took a few breaths weakly, and he understood the situation at this time in a flash, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart, "Inheriting the mantle of the ancient great virtues, it is really not so simple!"

Now my physical body is empty, if I want to continue cultivating, I can only rely on the support of the elixir left behind by the enlightenment, and a misfortune may exhaust my vitality, the safest way is to temper my physical body first, and then inherit the true scriptures after the physical transformation.

And if you take this road, it just so happens that the "Eight or Nine Xuangong" in the mustard seed bag jade box is the treasure of refining the body, although it is only a fragment, it is enough to use.

But no matter how good the method is, the more difficult it is to cultivate, and with my qualifications, if I want to succeed in refining my body, I have to cultivate in this cave for at least a few years.

Although there is an ancient great virtue enchantment here, all evils are not invaded, and you can live by eating the boneless fish raw, but it is also comfortable, but the enlightenment is the coquettish figure of the younger generation of the Great Sumeru Temple, and it is impossible to disappear for thousands of days without anyone cares.

And once this thing happens, I'm just afraid that I'll be...", thinking of this, Thirty-three gritted his teeth, his eyes showed a touch of determination, he took out a few glass bottles from the mustard seed bag, swallowed the pills in them in one go, cut off the miscellaneous thoughts again, and fell into the realm of teaching the Fa.

Time passed slowly, I don't know how many times in a hurry, and I don't know how many times he woke up from the pain of meditation, swallowed the pill, and continued to insist on the practice of sealing, and finally when the thirty-three shapes stood up, and swallowed up the hundreds of bottles of pills and rain and dew in the mustard seed bag, the five fingers of both hands intersected, and the last Dharma seal in the "Dragon Elephant Root Sutra" was formed.

Suddenly, the dragons and treasure elephants soaring and running in the mountains collided in the air, merged, and turned into a colorful cyclone, which fell from the sky, shattering the bone bowl that was clasped upside down on his head, and the empowerment entered the thirty-three heads.

After running around its body nine times, and after scavenging the last bit of essence in its body, the colorful qi condensed and evolved, turning into a baby fist-sized, like a virtual and real egg, hidden in the zenith cover.

At this time, the spirit of Thirty-Three was already exhausted, and the body was even more craggy like a skeleton wrapped in human skin, with no luster in his eyes, and his face was gray and sitting on the red lotus, motionless like a stone statue.

I don't know how long later, an incredibly powerful and incomparable force suddenly arose from the depths of the earth, and the whole mountain shook and trembled.

After a while, thousands of cracks cracked on the stone wall, and countless gravel fell like raindrops, smashing into the churning more and more fierce sea of fire and river, splashing countless waves.

Natural disasters suddenly appeared, and at this moment of fate, as if governed by people's instinct to seek good fortune and avoid harm, Thirty-three staggered to his feet like a zombie and stood up, staggered away from the Red Lotus Throne, faced the falling rocks above his head, and let the magma and flowing water roar under his feet, and walked into the cave at the end of the rock road step by step.

The road was dark and shaky, his face was expressionless, his expression was sluggish, his steps staggered slowly, but miraculously he did not make a mistake, he fell, and it took four or five hours to slowly take off the cave, and he walked out of the cave unharmed.

And the moment Thirty-Three stepped out of the cave, the cave collapsed without a trace with a continuous loud noise, and the entire mountain became a little shorter.

At the same time, several small trees in front of the cave silently withered into a pile of rotten wood, dissipating between heaven and earth with the wind.

The tremendous impact of the landslide and the crack slammed into Thirty-Three's back, causing him to soar into the air like a piece of paper blown by a hurricane, flying seven or eight feet away, and rolling halfway up the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Even if it is the body of a warrior, this fall may have to remove a small half of his life, but after landing on the ground, only a dozen breaths, thirty-three as if nothing had happened, slowly got up from the ground, staggered and continued to walk, towards an endless dense jungle in the distance.

At this time, it is the time when the moon is full and the sky is full, and demons and beasts are usually haunted.

As Thirty-Three approached the forest, a group of hungry wolves with dull gray hair, jagged fangs, flat bellies, and mouths full of gluttony sprang out of the forest and rushed towards him in the bright moonlight.

Seeing that a tragedy was about to happen, but half a moment later, the two met, and the wolves regarded Thirty-Three as a lifeless ghost, and passed by without interest, allowing him to stagger into the dense forest, and disappear without a trace...

After that, there was no nail in the mountain, the years did not know the year, and more than 40 days passed quietly.

In the middle of the night, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, the sky and the moon were covered, the ground was pouring rain, the mud and rocks were flowing, and thousands of men and horses were quietly landing on a naturally formed harbor on the island in a huge fleet of sea ships.

After going ashore, hundreds of people and horses in this group of people and horses slowly rose into the air without being exposed to wind and rain like an invisible shield, and the rest of the sergeants with crossbows and swords and leather armor were extremely agile and silently listed the battle formation in less than half a cup of tea.

The leader at the front of the army was a general wearing unicorn black and gold armor, holding a seven-foot tiger slashing sword, with five locks of long hair on his chin, and his momentum was not angry and arrogant.

In the midst of the storm, I saw him look up at the monks in the air, and then at his subordinates who were ready to go, and said with the power of the Mandate of Heaven: "Clear Void Immortal, the military formation has been lined up, and you can cast spells." ”

"In that case, please wait a moment, General." When the Taoist priest with a face like a crown of jade and a graceful eyebrow among the cultivators in the air heard this, he smiled slightly, and condescendingly made a mockery of the general.

After that, he turned his head to look at several of his peers with advanced skills, and said loudly: "Senior brothers, it is at this moment to destroy the Dao thief law system and promote the prestige of my mountain gate, and please help me with my back." ”

When the words landed, Qingxu stretched out his index finger and pressed his eyebrows, and instantly saw a picture scroll of plains, hills, and rivers that looked as small as rice grains carving, but gave people a feeling of being vast and thousands of miles, appeared on his exposed face and neck.

At the same time, the virtual image of the table seal with the words 'Seal Qingning Sacrificial Wine' written on the bottom of one side erupted from the top of Qingxu's head, and after condensing into a green gold seal in the wind and rain, he was caught in his hand.