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Day 8.

Luo Qianshan finally found Zi Baifeng.

All the way upside down, thousands of mountains and dust, but at this moment, everything is worth it.

He lay on the edge of the lake and looked towards the island in the middle of the lake, Zi Baifeng looked at the sunset that had sunk in the sky with his hands behind his back, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face, making him squint his eyes, as if he was thinking, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

Did he already know what was happening in Xiayan Village?

Behind him, the knife idiot is still practicing knives, he hardly sleeps or eats, except for practicing knives, he is still practicing knives.

Zi Baifeng doesn't know how to swordsmanship, but Luo Qianshan has already entered the room, just when he sees it, Luo Qianshan is stupid.

When Luo Qianshan realized it again, Zi Baifeng was gone, the moon had risen overhead, and he couldn't even see the knife idiot, but he could see the moonlight reflected by the knife idiot's knife.

Luo Qianshan shook his head, only to feel that his head was stuffed with too many things, and it seemed that it was about to explode.

The flickering knife light continued, but Luo Qianshan didn't dare to look at it, he calmed down, took a deep breath, and thought about it carefully, but he almost peed his pants in fright.

is such a person, he killed the overlord knife with only four eyes, and with just one eye, he couldn't move, just watching his knife skills, he was already dazzled......

Such a person, for Mao not to catch me, for Mao to catch Zi Baifeng!

Catch me, catch me, catch me!

If you can learn such a knife technique, even if you die, it's worth it!

At this moment, Luo Qianshan almost forgot his hatred and his mission, and just wanted to hug the thigh of the knife idiot and shout Master. His intellect had betrayed his heart.

To rescue Zi Baifeng from such a person...... Can you really do this?

At that moment, the doubts did not shake Luo Qianshan, life in the world, it is not only to do things that can be grasped, difficulties Luo Qianshan has seen, and the next step is to solve this difficulty.

When the birds and mice watched back then, didn't they and didn't have any certainty?

However, more preparation is required, and now it seems that Zi Baifeng is not in danger for the time being.

Luo Qianshan quietly retreated, and now that he had traveled a long distance, his state was not complete, and he had to find a place to rest well, and then plan again.

The moon has set in the west, but Zi Baifeng has not yet slept.

He didn't have time to wait any longer.

The knife idiot does not restrict him from moving around the island, and today, he went to see the knife idiot's "knife grave".

It was not only the corpse of the knife, but also the corpse of a person, on the first night, Zi Baifeng found out, every night, there would be a faint phosphorus fire floating on the knife grave, and he also saw the black hole hole hole in the eye socket that emerged from the gap in the knife.

How many bones were buried in this hill-like knife grave? There is no doubt that these people were captured by knife addicts, and they all died here.

He shouldn't be called a knife idiot, he should be called a knife demon.

And Zi Baifeng also counted, there are only three knives in total, three knives that need to be comprehended through the opponent's weapon.

Now only the last of the three knives remained.

Death is approaching, but Zi Baifeng's preparations have reached the last moment.

Either you die, or I live, there is no way back.

The knife idiot was still practicing the knife outside the room, while Zi Baifeng was cultivating demon techniques from the user of the war knife in front of him over and over again.

Zi Baifeng gradually discovered that the use of demon cultivation techniques is not only a simple process of output, but also a process of connecting with the things he nourishes.

At the earliest, Zi Baifeng could not do this.

All things have spirits, but there are strengths and weaknesses.

Beings like the white fox, the green snake, and the thin legs, he could feel their mood and be able to use demon cultivation tricks on them, but even so, not all the strength could have an effect.

The most obvious thing is that when he used the demon cultivation technique on the white fox, so that the white fox turned from an ordinary white fox to a three-tailed spirit fox, he used so much power, and in the end, only a small part of it had an effect, and the rest was absorbed by other monsters, but more of it still escaped.

That's waste.

In the final analysis, whether Zi Baifeng writes with his fingers or recites poetry aloud, this is a kind of spiritual indoctrination, and what aspects are spirituality divided into: Zi Baifeng can only think of three points now: knowledge, experience and feelings.

And in order to accept such spirituality, the other person must also have the same foundation, and the nature cannot be violated.

Raising a yokai is like being friends with a person, you have to understand his preferences, be willing to cater to him, be willing to talk about the same topics with him, and then find a way to make him closer to your preferences.

Zi Baifeng stroked the knife, feeling the battle intent seeping out of it, he thought it was a knife with monstrous battle intent.

However, when he used the power of the demon cultivation technique layer by layer, and then felt it carefully, he felt an indescribable compassion.

Compassion for oneself or for others?

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years.

Are these people who are throwing their heads and spilling blood on the battlefield really willing to do this?

Zibai couldn't help but think of the war in the south, what did those people think? Why did they fight? Is it because there is no way to retreat, or because there is no way to survive except fighting?

And what about yourself?

Trapped here, watching his home being invaded, watching himself have to make a false deal with the enemy, helping the enemy while weakening himself.

I had to fight, I just had to fight.

In this world, there are no victorious mourners, only the dead who seek to survive.

I have nowhere to get out, but I hope that I can protect my family and everything I care about.

If this is a sinking, let me sink harder.

As if hearing its narration, and as if it resonated with himself in his heart, Zi Baifeng's hand, the knife trembled, as if struggling, wanting to prove something.

I know the way, I know the way......

Zi Baifeng's hands did not stop.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

What do you want to fight for? And what do you have to fight?

There is no reason, and there is no need for a reason.

Battle, that's it!

If you kill him, there will be no injustice in the world, and there will be no unfortunate people.

Then why not kill him!

"Hum!" the fingers touched at the last time, but it was no longer a trembling sound, but a clear, melodious echo, like a morning bell.

Then, the knife rose from Zi Baifeng's hand and floated in the air.

Zi Baifeng stared at the knife in front of him with wide eyes, the knife trembled in the air, Zi Baifeng remembered that the last time Xiaopan advanced, it was the situation in front of him.

So he waited, waited for this knife to shine, or something.

But no, the knife showed no signs of glowing, but there was light.

Where did the light come from? Zi Baifeng turned around, and the light filled the room, front and back, left and right, illuminating the knife, and everything else.

But he did not illuminate himself.

Then, Zi Baifeng finally knew where the light came from.

On his own body!

Demon Cultivation Tips, the Third Order - Be the Light of the Sky!

Strictly speaking, the light did not float out of his body, but from his body, it was a very peculiar mist, like fine snow and ice, and like very small pine needles.

Like the moonlight, mercury paves the ground.

If Yan Lao Wu and the others were here, they would definitely scream.

At this time, Zibai Feng is like the huge osmanthus tree on the moon, the difference is that the osmanthus tree is turned into moonlight with osmanthus flowers, but Zibai wind, floating out is hazy and unshaped.

This is your own aura...... The light of the day?

No, not strictly speaking.

Zibaifeng's heavenly light contains not only aura, but also spirituality.

Reach out, squint your eyes, and look carefully.

The fine mist seems to emanate from the pores, and although it is small, it can still be seen when you look closely.

That...... It's a stroke by a stroke!

Silver hook iron painting, pen pen!

Point, horizontal, vertical, apostrophe, pinch, lift, fold, tick!

It's just that, but it's not a word.

Zi Baifeng was a little regretful.

But when he thought about it, he had just entered the third order, and maybe by the late stage of the third order, these words would be obedient one by one, and maybe they would be combined together.

But more importantly, the light of the sky that these strokes turn into will instantly change its nature and then reflect back when it comes into contact with anything.

When it was reflected back, the nature had changed, and it had become a real aura, spreading out in all directions, and at the same time, it was also exhaled into the body by Zi Baifeng.

At the first level, Zi Baifeng could only accumulate slowly, or use it as a thief from Qingshi and steal some aura to use it back.

In the second order, Zibai Feng's body formed a cycle of its own, and began to produce a steady stream of aura, which could be replenished as needed, and there was no need to go to Uncle Qingshi to replenish aura.

In the third order, Zi Baifeng not only opened the inner circulation, but even established the outer circulation, and he had a closer connection with the heavens, the earth and the world. At this moment, he no longer even needs to run the demon cultivation technique, his demon cultivation technique has begun to operate non-stop, constantly radiating a unique aura, everything in the world, no matter what it is, as long as it is in contact with him for a long time, it will naturally become a demon.

The demon cultivation recipe is the largest selfless immortal recipe in this world, regardless of race, good or evil, as long as it can absorb the aura of this demon cultivation recipe, you can absorb it.

But in this world, there are too many people who only know how to take, but they don't know how to return!

When the demon cultivation technique reached the third level, Zi Baifeng was more sensitive to the induction of demons, and the subtle emotional changes of those demons seemed to be able to convey it back.

The battle intent of the war knife was like a raging fire, and Zi Baifeng only felt that his ears were like a loud horn, almost covering everything else.

But under this loud battle spirit, there are still a few voices ringing: "I'm really unwilling......"

"I want to protect him......"

"I don't want to die ......"

"I'm going to beat him......"

The faint voice made Zi Baifeng stunned.