(Fellow book friends, I want to change my name again, the editor in charge said, the word killer is a bit inconsistent, and the name is preliminarily set as "Huang Ting Immortal Dao: No Self")

The yin thunder exploded, the green fire flew sideways, the huge impact force, all kinds of stones in the cave flew around, the shock wave arrived, Mo Xian's body moved, like a swimming fish, twisted a few times, the strength of the shock wave was different, and the terrain in the cave changed, and Mo Xian's body was just in the weakest place of strength, and he also avoided a few stones that flew in.

The shock wave also had an impact on the Styx Turtle, but the Styx Turtle relied on the turtle shell on its body, and did not take it seriously at all, layers of brilliance flashed, and it seemed to glance at Mo Xian proudly, and there was obviously a mocking light in its small eyes.

It looked at Mo Xian, and when it looked at it, it was suddenly confused, why didn't it see Mo Xian.

It stretched out its neck, its small eyes rolled slightly, and a sword light seemed to be exhibited from the air, and in an instant, with the sword of the heart, in the shock wave, it seemed to fight in the wind and waves, and the sword appeared in front of it like a light petrel.

The Styx turtle looked at the sword light, and didn't react at all, the sword light passed by, and the Styx turtle seemed to have just reacted, shrunk its head, and just wanted to shrink, its head suddenly fell off, and the qi and blood in the cavity rushed out, and in a blink of an eye, it was like a lingzhi, and it was as depressed as a cover.

As soon as the ghosts saw it, they roared upward, one by one, like mosquitoes seeing blood, Mo Xian obviously felt the changes that had occurred in the ghosts, and his body was further condensed, as if he had eaten the Ten Great Tonic Pills.

Although it was useless to Mo Xian's yin qi, the strength of the ghost spirit has taken a leap, evolving from the most basic evil ghost to a ghost general, and one of them has touched the edge of the ghost king.

Cultivating ghosts, under normal circumstances, starting from the yin soul, condensing the body, can hurt the low-level monks, called evil ghosts, further, called ghost generals, and further, called ghost kings, ghost kings, ghosts called kings, has been able to enter and exit the netherworld, the strength is not weaker than the condensed earth evil monks of the heavenly gang, and then down, called the heavenly ghosts, has been an extraordinary thing, depending on the space as idle, heavenly ghosts, hundreds of millions of ghosts, it is difficult to come up with one, it is just a legend.

I didn't expect such a benefit, although it didn't help Dao Xing, it can be said that the ghost spirit only really became a sharp weapon in Mo Xian's hands at this time, and before, it was just a tool that Mo Xian refined on a whim and used to find treasures in the Yin Wind Cave.

Mo Xian saw that the ghost spirit sucked up the qi and blood of the Styx River Turtle, leaving only the turtle shell, took a photo of it, took it in his hand, and looked at it carefully, especially the two runes, one of which he roughly knew that he could gather Yin Qi for Yin Thunder, and the other didn't know what to do.

He silently wrote down the two runes, thought for a while, calmed his mind and gathered his energy, held his breath and drew it in the air with his hand, the yin qi quickly gathered, and a faint yin thunder began to appear, but before the yin thunder formed, it dispersed.

Mo Xian let out a sigh of relief, his own martial arts were still insufficient, and the Yin Qi he had refined was not compatible, if his own martial arts were deeper, he could forcibly condense the Yin Thunder Bead.

He called it the Yin Thunder Fu, another rune, he also experimented, just a painting, his face changed, he found that the real Qi in his body rushed out all of a sudden, the Yin Wind suddenly rose, faintly seemed to hear the sound of water, but soon retreated, he was soft, his face was cloudy, he faintly felt, this rune seemed to summon the Yin Wind, so what was the sound of the water, he didn't know, he let out a breath, and the True Qi in the body recovered quickly, but it was only six or seven percent of the usual.

He put the turtle shell into the Qiankun bag, and from the Qiankun bag, took out a jade bottle, and collected the yellow spring water into the bottle, the yellow spring water looks like a lot, although it is in the air, but a stream flows to the depths of the cave, however, when Mo Xian took it, he found that there was not much, only about half a liter.

This bit of yellow spring water formed a self-consistent stream, and Mo Xian felt the magic of yellow spring water for the first time.

He found a place, released the Xuanyin Gathering Beast Flag, protected his body, and sat up quietly, he wanted to recover his true qi, he didn't know what danger would be, at least before the next yin wind came, he adjusted his state to a better state.

The yin wind is coming again, in the second layer is much more violent than the first layer, this is the first time that Mo Xian's body is attacked by the yin wind in the second layer, and all kinds of pain in the familiar body appear in turn, Mo Xian has been experienced in this situation, he has entered the first Zen heaven again, this time, he entered the first meditation day deeper, first aware that he has entered the first meditation, and then enter a deeper contemplation, the body is soft, joy is suddenly born, or relatively thick, further deeper, joy gradually recedes, an indescribable joy fills the whole body, and gradually lives in one mind。

When everything receded, the yin wind had ended, Mo Xian secretly thought to himself: "If it weren't for the Yin Wind Cave, the cultivation would not be able to grow at all, but this would be a good place to refine the mind, probably because the cultivation could not grow, this place has become a place of punishment." ”

In the following days, Mo Xian walked deeper and deeper, so that when Yan Tianyun came, he didn't see Mo Xian this time, and Yan Tianyun came this time, ready to settle the reward given to Mo Xian last time, but he didn't meet Mo Xian.

Mo Xian has already stepped into the third layer, and in the third layer, the area seems to be much larger than the first and second layers, and moreover, Mo Xian saw a large number of beast souls for the first time, but fortunately, there are Xuanyin Gathering Beast Flags by Mo Xian's side.

In the third layer, Mo Xian found the dark iron and the dark copper, as well as the luminous stone of the green glow firefly, which was unexpected by Mo Xian, he spent a lot of time in the third layer, of course, he also gained a lot, and the Qiankun bag around him was almost full.

Mo Xian stopped at the third layer, because the third layer was too vast, until half a year was up, Mo Xian did not reach the fourth layer, he was washed by the yin wind every day.

Although his martial arts have not progressed, but after more than half a year of polishing his body and mind, like a shining diamond, he has refined a battle body similar to the incorruptible body of King Kong, although his martial arts are still shallow, after all, in the cave, the highest upper limit will not be higher than his previous cultivation before entering the cave.

In half a year, he finally walked out of the Yin Feng Cave, he thought of the old Taoist, his heart moved, he benefited from the old Taoist's sleeping skills, and the Taoist song that the old Taoist priest read when he woke up gave him a deep impression.

He came out of the Yin Wind Cave and sang: "

It's gone, the Tao has fallen, and a few Taoists know the true self;

But the fish recognize pearls, and the grass seeds as fairy fruits.

is full of abandonment and curiosity, all of which are blessings and invite misfortune;

I always met the Master who didn't bow his head, and locked the door himself. ”

He understood, the old Taoist priest was reminding him, "I always meet the Master and don't bow his head, he has already locked the door", the old Taoist priest is obviously a master, "a few Taoists know the true self", yes, a few people know the true self, and take the illusion as me, the real self gradually understands in self-reflection, it is funny to think about it, the world always says that the gods are good, and who knows the hard work, it is often the mistaken power for wisdom, but it is pitiful, and it is regretted when you are trapped in reincarnation.

He walked into the room respectfully, the old Taoist priest was still sleeping, and Mo Xian stood aside and waited quietly.

After a long time, the old Taoist priest stretched his waist and said in his mouth: "

It's gone, the Tao is gone, and the fool is only refining in the body;

The mouth and nose think that the Yuan Gate, behind the umbilicus is mistakenly the Yellow Courtyard.

Knowing God is suspected of being the protagonist, and the turbidity is mistaken for his family;

I don't know that the great medicine is invisible, and the first good in the great void. ”

Mo Xian had an idea, and also wrote a song: "

It's done, and the word will be preached. If you don't understand the Master, it's all in vain;

The ancestors taught the secret of the road machine, and the lamp and lamp continued to refer to the congenital.

There is no real thing up and down, and all kinds of scenes are illegal boats;

A sentence before the death of the meeting, a golden lotus grew in the fire in an instant. ”

After chanting, he arched his hand and said respectfully: "Disciple Mo Xian, who was a killer before, was forced by the situation to inadvertently embark on the path of cultivation, and was punished half a year ago to come to the Yin Feng Cave, not knowing the true face of the real person, in the Yin Feng Cave, after several reflections, thank you for the real person's intentional guidance, Mo Xian is here to thank the real person, please ask the real person's name?"

Lao Dao smiled: "No need to be polite, Lao Dao has no potential." ”

"It turned out to be Uncle Shi. Mo Xian suddenly realized.

"Let me ask you, has the blood washed away from you?"

"In June in the Yin Wind Cave, how could there have been blood on my body?" Mo Xian asked rhetorically.

Qian Wu laughed: "Okay, how can there ever be blood on the body of a good person! Anyway, since you call me a master, I have a small method, I don't cultivate Dan, I don't practice qi, just spin around in my heart, pass it on to you." ”

Mo Xian kowtowed and thanked him, and there was a whisper in his ear, Mo Xian was overjoyed, this is a trick, practicing this trick, it is just in sleep, just a thought of contemplating the place of nothingness, naturally entering sleep, no matter what else, the posture does not ask, as long as the words loose, sink and forget, even if you fall asleep, it is not tight.

The more Mo Xian chewed, the more he felt that this method was profound, although he did not sleep for a few days and nights, but the natural habit, he still could not abandon it, this kind of exercise is not contradictory to his practice of the way of the Huang Ting, because it does nothing, does not go to the qi pulse, does not need to think, and does not have a specific posture, and will not conflict with any exercise, and the gist of holding the inaction, the method is simple and effective, it is indeed a superior exercise.

Mo Xian half a year ago, he saw looseness, sinking and forgetfulness from Qianwu, with the help of this, he successfully entered the first Zen, which reflects its function, and today, Qianwuzi explained the method to him in detail, pointing out the key points, unlike Mo Xian's own understanding of the simple, it can be said that he is not a real disciple, and ordinary people really can't do it.

Mo Xian once again thanked Uncle Qianwu, and he passed on his tricks, and he had regarded Mo Xian as his own.

Qian Wuzi looked at Mo Xian's back, and sighed in his heart: "Senior brother accepted him as a successor, he is indeed a cultivator seed, I don't know what his future is?" Senior brother still can't forget the past, this time I hope Mo Xian will not let the junior brother down, he doesn't seem to be practicing the way of Jindan, look at his appearance, he is taking the road of Huangting, or good, the exercises in the Huangting Sutra are Taoist classics, I hope Mo Xian can give my junior brother a surprise." ”

He climbed on the table again, entered the realm, and no longer cared about the affairs of others, the hut seemed to be in harmony with the environment, but on the outside, he seemed to be eating and waiting for death.