Chapter Eighty-Nine: On the Word
While Han Lin and the others were still in the secret realm, thinking about the candidates for tomorrow's gambling battle, outside the secret realm, the four sect heads sat in the sky, each casting spells to maintain the opening of the gate of the secret realm.
At the same time, they did not stop arguing with each other. The tongues of the people bloomed with lotus flowers, and they said it wildly, and under the mutual corroboration, they actually made some progress in their cultivation.
This is quite rare, and it must be known that these monks in their infancy, even if they have practiced penance for decades, may not be able to make progress. Such a discourse is already worth decades of penance, so why not do it.
And the elders of the various sects sitting cross-legged on the grassland below were also sitting with their eyes closed at the moment, quietly listening to the master's arguments, their faces were full of peaceful looks, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously showed a satisfied smile.
The preaching among the Yuanying monks is also very beneficial to these Jindan monks, and the probability of breaking through the Yuanying in the future will also be greatly increased.
Half a day has passed, and the discussion started by Qing Song has ended at this moment, and what he is talking about is the most basic exercise of the Lingyue Sect, and it is also the most fundamental exercise, the Red Spirit Jue!
This is an exercise that even the Taoist side praises, because its mantra is mysterious and unpredictable, it seems to be related to a book called the Soul Summoning Technique in the primeval period, and even in its mantra, it may hide a big secret in the primeval period.
Even the huge family behind Jin Zhifei was keen to find the original of this exercise, which showed the magic of this exercise.
And after Qingsong finished speaking, it was the turn of Tie Mingzi, the head of the Iron Smelting Sect. He was short and a little swollen, and his ruddy face made him look chubby and unintimidating
In the eyes of others, Tie Mingzi was more like a mortal old man than a person of a big sect. Only the heads of the same Yuan Infant Monks can feel the power contained in this plain and unremarkable fat body that is enough to make the heavens and the earth change color and turn upside down.
It's like a volcano covered in a thin layer of dust, and the surging power within it is enough to change the world.
"The way of the old man lies in refining weapons and cultivating spirits. ”
Tie Mingzi's breathless voice resounded in the air, rumbling like thunder, instantly sweeping the entire grassland and reaching everyone's ears.
Then, I saw a glimmer of light flash in his eyes, and a huge spiritual power as a majestic mountain abyss gushed out wildly, and at the same time, the big hammer behind him flew out as if it had a spiritual intelligence, and after a few turns in the air, it lay flat and suspended in front of Tie Mingzi.
Tie Mingzi caressed the big hammer as if he was caressing his own Dao companion, his eyes were full of love, this appearance was extremely funny, and the elders of the other sects all looked at him strangely.
On the contrary, the two elders of the Iron Smelting Sect looked at their own head with admiration, and almost all of them took Tie Mingzi's words as Guigao, which was unforgettable.
"I, a member of the Iron Refining Sect, regard cultivation as a refining tool. When the instrument is completed, it is the day of enlightenment. ”
Tie Mingzi's face was full of satisfaction, and he only had the big hammer in front of him in his eyes, as if this hammer was all he had.
"Therefore,"
He continued to speak, looking at the crowd, and gradually regaining his composure.
"The gate of my sect has been choosing a thing since I was a child and using it as the raw material used in its refining tools. Or gold, or wood, or stone, or iron, all of them, all of them, but after all, they all end up in the same place, just to refine their own tools!"
"If the instrument is completely formed, no matter what it is, no matter who it is, it can become a primordial baby, a thought to move the mountains and rivers, and a word to shake the wind and thunder. ”
As Tie Mingzi's words fell, the big hammer in front of him was windless and automatic, waving in the void, and an inexplicable fluctuation spread out, as if this hammer had spiritual wisdom and its own will.
The next moment, there was a boom, and a thunderbolt was generated out of thin air, and the sound of thunder rumbled, but everyone didn't care, but instead widened their eyes and looked at Tie Mingzi in disbelief, to be precise, it was the big hammer in front of Tie Mingzi.
At this moment, in front of the sledgehammer, there was a boy less than two inches tall, glowing all over his body, and his body was crystal clear, holding the handle of the hammer with his small hand. His hands were too small to hold.
But instead of sneering, they looked at the glowing boy with solemn faces and eyes, because they smelled a hint of danger in the child.
After the little boy appeared, he rubbed his glowing eyes, and suddenly saw that there were so many people around him, and immediately as if he was afraid of life, his body shook, and he hid behind Tie Mingzi at a very fast speed, and he didn't even take the sledgehammer.
It took a long time for him to timidly poke a head out of Tie Mingzi's shoulder and carefully examine everyone. As if to see that these people were no threat to him, the Glowing Boy giggled again. He tugged at Tie Mingzi's ears and played with himself.
"Spirit!"
Tie Mingzi looked serious, and said neatly, not caring about the little boy's actions at all.
"After the Yuan Infant, the instrument has been formed, and the road of my Iron Smelting Sect has embarked on the road of cultivating the spirit, and when the spirit is eight feet high, no different from ordinary people, it will be able to break through the heavenly wheel and turn out of the road. ”
"This is the method of heart forging left by my iron-making patriarch back then, forging tools with the heart, and incorporating the spirit with the spirit. When fighting with people, you can summon the spirit to fight with two enemies and one, and the power is infinite. ”
As soon as Tie Mingzi's words fell, a trace of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he pointed out, and immediately the little boy behind him also waved his arm, and together with him, they all pointed in the void, and in an instant, in the void, a small black hole appeared, and the little spoon continued to have the power of sucking.
Hiss!
Qing Song gasped, his expression was solemn, and then he looked at Tie Mingzi with a heavy look of jealousy.
Shattering the void, a Yuanying master like him can do it, but to be so easy, it is not something he can do, at least, it requires the cultivation of Yuanying in the later stage to do it.
This also means that if Tie Mingzi joins forces with his spirit, he has the ability to match the late Yuan Infant stage, although it is not as good as the real Yuan Infant late stage, but it is not far behind.
"Good!"
Qing Song, who was thinking about it, was suddenly interrupted by a burst of heroic laughter, and when he looked up, he found a middle-aged man with a tall body, surging qi and blood, and wearing a coarse linen robe walking from the void.
This middle-aged man was extremely terrifying, his breath was steady, and with every step, there was a clicking sound in the void, as if even this void could not withstand his strength, and it collapsed and scattered one by one.
"Monk Yuanying. ”
Qing Song said silently in his heart, he didn't expect the news of the birth of the immortal's finger bone to spread so quickly, and now there is a Yuanying monk coming, he frowned slightly, and he didn't say a word, looking at this person quietly.
"Who is Your Excellency?"
Lingjianzi stood with his sword in his hand, and he stood up, his hair and beard were all white, and he flew in the air.
"Lao Tzu is called respectful, likes to fight, and likes magic weapons!"
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and said word by word.