According to the "Book of Life and Death", there are three types of magic, from low to high, spells, spiritual arts, and immortal arts. And each grade is divided into three grades and nine ranks, the grades are divided into upper, middle and lower, and the number of grades is from one to nine, and the number of grades can be gradually cultivated, but the low grade means that the technique itself is flawed and difficult to improve. The power of the spell is affected by the level and the user's cultivation at the same time, generally speaking, the power of the spell with a high order is naturally higher, but the degree of mystery of the upper grade spell is higher than that of the middle and lower grade spells, and it may not be possible to fight against the lower grade. If in the spell stage, it is about the power of the high-grade spell is higher than the middle-grade spell of the same level, and can deal with the lower-grade spell by one level, and the monk cultivates two small realms higher than the opponent, then the power of the same spell can be stronger than one order, and if the difference is a large realm, it is more than two orders.

"It's all top-notch!"

Yes, although there are not many spells in the appendix of the "Dao of Life and Death", all of them are high-grade spells without exception.

"You can't be greedy, you can't be greedy. Meng Tongchen looked at these high-grade spells that he knew were very powerful at a glance, and kept chanting the advice given by the ink crow in his mouth, there were only forty-two days left before the entrance test, and the most important thing during this time was to accumulate true qi and lay a solid foundation, which was related to future cultivation, and he couldn't be careless. But when the ghost building heard the name, he knew that it was definitely not a good place, and if he didn't practice spells, he was afraid that even if he was full of true qi, he would never return. Therefore, now Meng Tongchen must choose one of these high-grade spells as his first spell.

"That's it. After carefully selecting for a long time, Meng Tongchen finally chose a spell: the Death Curse for Extending Life. This spell uses the changes of life and death yin and yang to hurt the enemy, and has a wide range of applications. Because he didn't know enough about the ghost building, after consideration, Meng Tongchen still temporarily gave up those spells that were more powerful, but the weakness was also obvious in the face of some enemies.

Cultivating spells is also about visualizing. The visualization diagram of the Yin and Yang Rotation Mantra is a rather complex rune pattern, which should be a kind of simplification and combination of the two Dao rhyme characters of "life" and "death" seen before, and the cultivation method is to visualize this pattern, keep it firmly in mind, and when it is time to cast it, visualize the corresponding rune pattern, and at the same time cooperate with the operation of the true qi to cast the spell.

The current Meng Tongchen has not really stepped into the door of cultivation, and when he really steps into the realm of Nazhen, he can clearly sense the existence of his soul, and he can directly engrave the runes on the soul, and the speed of casting spells will be greatly accelerated.

Meng Tongchen, who had already visualized the words of the Dao rhyme, quickly visualized the corresponding rune of the Yansheng Death Mantra, and then he pinched the Dharma seal in his hand, and recited words in his mouth, so as to mobilize his true qi.

After the short incantation was finished, Meng Tongchen raised his hand and pointed forward, and a black and white intertwined light shot out from his fingertips and landed on the bamboo chair on the side, and then the bamboo chair shook violently and turned into fragments.

"This power is quite ordinary. Meng Tongchen shook his head, he knew that the problem was in himself, the essence of the Yansheng Death Mantra was the life and death changes in the spell, which made the opponent unguardable, and at this time he was just barely casting, the Yin and Yang mana changes were insufficient, and even canceled each other out a lot, the power was naturally not enough, and to solve this problem, there was no other good way except to practice diligently.

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A black and white intertwined light flew out, and when it was about to fall on the bluestone paved floor, the white light suddenly faded, leaving only the black light to hit the stone surface, and then the hard bluestone slab decayed and shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a puddle of mud in a blink of an eye.

Another ray of light fell, this time it was a white light, and it fell on the slate, and soon the slate exploded from the inside out, and several branches and buds spread out wildly.

Casually hit a piece of true qi to brush away the mud and crazy branches, Meng Tongchen let out a sigh, and it took more than 20 days of hard work before and after, and finally he really mastered this life-prolonging death curse, but fortunately, the runes of this life-extending death spell did not conflict with the visualization practice, and Meng Tongchen did not relax the accumulation of true qi during this time.

The bell rang softly, and Meng Tongchen knew that it was the day of preaching in the Santu Hall at this time, so Shi Shiran got up, and after briefly tidying up himself, he opened the door of the house, and sure enough, there was a Taoist boy waiting outside. Now that it is the fifth sermon, the disciples have long been familiar with the path, and there is no need for the boy to guide the way, but as the disciples condense their true qi and begin to practice the magic, the damage to the items in the room has increased, and now the main task of these Taoist children has become to clean the room for the disciples and repair the damaged items during the sermon.

When I got off the stone tower, I saw Feng Sheng and Qian An, living in the same stone tower, and the relationship between the three of them was much better than that of other disciples.

Feng Sheng condensed his true qi before the third sermon, and now his cold and icy true qi accumulation is also a little hot, although he still looks so cute, but he can't help but have a bit of a cold temperament.

Qian An condensed his true qi a little later, but he had an elder in the True Realm who gave him a specially weakened ghost, and after refining the true qi of the underworld, his cultivation increased greatly, and the amount of true qi accumulated was probably much better than Meng Tongchen. Although he still looks smiling, his body is steaming, and a hideous grimace appears from time to time, which is very scary.

In contrast, Meng Tongchen looked the most ordinary now, if it weren't for living in the same stone tower and communicating with each other on a daily basis, Feng Sheng and Qian An might not have known that he had already condensed into true qi.

"Qian An, you can't contain your hellish true qi at all, so you are embarrassed to come out and be scary, you really lose the face of the third uncle. The three of them were originally exchanging with each other about the cultivation gains of the past seven days, when suddenly a flirtatious voice came, causing everyone nearby to turn their heads to look over.

Qian An's accumulation of true qi is obtained from refining powerful ghosts, and his foundation is indeed somewhat unstable, but the "Catalogue of Nine Shadows and Ten Hells" he cultivated was originally to refine and collect all kinds of ghosts, until he played a ghost prison, as long as he spent enough time to fully refine this powerful ghost, it would be beneficial and harmless to him. Of course, how could disciples who didn't practice the same exercise know about this kind of thing, they only knew that Qian An, who had just looked imposing, was actually just unable to contain his true qi, and his cultivation was probably enough.

There was a lot of discussion all around.

Feng Sheng was about to open his mouth to refute, but Qian An raised his hand and held it down, he still said with a smile: "Qian Mu, your blood prison is really angry, but the second uncle obviously gave you a drop of Chipeng blood, why did you refine the shadow of a bald eagle."