The Legend of Rahu (11)
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Han Ming's spiritual consciousness has always been a shortcoming, and his realm is not as good as that of the Lord of Mocheng City and the Three Jue Venerables. The difference between his spiritual consciousness and theirs is not a little bit. Even if these two monsters have fallen, Han Ming still cannot open their storage bags.
Although he knew that there must be good things in the storage bag, he just couldn't touch them and couldn't take them out, which also gave Han Ming a headache.
After trying it for more than ten times, Han Ming had no choice but to turn his hands helplessly and put away the two storage bags for the time being, and planned to wait until he returns to the Demon Realm in the future and find a way to break it.
However, in addition to these two storage bags, Han Ming's spoils was another piece, which was a gray-white vertical pupil. It should have been left by the Lord of Mocheng after his death. Just by looking at it, there were indescribable evil aura seeping out.
It would definitely be great to survive from that level of heavenly disaster. Han Ming did not do anything about it for the time being, but he also solemnly put it into the scales between his neck.
Under the dim sky, Han Ming went straight forward. Although more than a thousand years have passed and things have changed, he still remembers the road and knows which side leads to the Holy Mountain and which side is the exit of the Cliff Cave.
After running forward for dozens of miles, Han Ming suddenly stopped. Although his physical cultivation was far less complicated than the methods of practicing the Dharma, the spiritual consciousness he should have was not much different. With his physical spiritual consciousness at the peak of his transformation of the gods, he felt that something seemed to be peeping at him.
Han Ming thought for a while, pinched the magic trick, and used not much magic power left in his body to activate the Qingblind Heavenly Jue, which had only practiced to the second level, and glanced into the distance, and soon a voyeur guy appeared.
It turned out to be a little monkey with only three heads, carrying a small hoe carved from spirit wood, grinning at this side, and occasionally shaking small fists, waving towards Han Ming from the air.
Han Ming immediately recognized this guy. It was not an animal, but a flower, a strange flower called the Three Demon Monkey Flower.
According to what Yiling said back then, the Three Demon Monkey Flowers are a rare spiritual plant in the demon world, and have an unimaginable effect on the demon generals' advancement to the Demon Lord. I don't know how many demon generals are eager to get a petal of their flowers, but they have no way.
However, this Three Demon Monkey Flower is not an ordinary Three Demon Monkey Flower. Not to mention that its medicine is at least tens of thousands of years old, it is rare in the world to give birth to spiritual intelligence and become a little monkey.
Ordinary spiritual psychics can make the Venerable-level monsters very moved, let alone such spiritual objects. If this spiritual flower is brought to the demon world, even those saints may be moved. After all, no one knows whether this flower will have an effect on a higher-level bottleneck after it is connected to the spirit.
This flower is indeed rare in the world. Han Ming had known it for a long time. He had caught it with Yi Ling more than a thousand years ago, but was deceived by the dead monkey acting. It was one of the few he had accepted the fate on his path to immortal cultivation.
Han Ming glanced at the monkey, pretended not to show up, and continued to move forward, thinking that this time, he could not let the dead monk escape. He had to think of some ways to take it down, so as to avenge his previous shame.
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Three months later, Han Ming stroked his chest and vomited out the depression in his heart. Finally, he looked at the three demon monkey flowers with red butt sticking out in the distance, grimacing, and arrogant.
Han Ming muffled his head and did not look at the guy. He turned into a ray of disgraceful light and flew away in the direction of the holy mountain.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he did not catch this guy. This dead monkey escape technique was too powerful and his head was so cunning. He couldn't catch any traps, formations, etc.
Like more than a thousand years ago, he returned in disgrace again.
"Forget it, maybe it shouldn't be mine!" Han Ming breathed a long sigh of depression, and went up the Pilgrimage Mountain without looking back.
After a thousand years, when he saw such a huge black mountain again, Han Ming still had to sigh that the majestic feeling of this mountain was that he had never seen it in a demonic state like Mozhou.
It’s not the size of the mountain, but the special majestic momentum and unparalleled pressure. Every rock has a special charm, as if it has a special Taoist rhyme. I haven’t felt it before. It may be because of the lack of realm and vision. I have been to the Demon Realm at this time and immediately felt it.
Han Ming took a light breath, raised his foot forward, and went straight up the mountain. He treated it as a lucky match. Maybe there was some treasure left, and none of the things on it was an ordinary thing.
The familiar altar, the familiar mummy, and the evil black corpse energy are exactly the same as when they left more than a thousand years ago. It seems that no one has ever set foot here in so many years.
Han Ming thought for a moment, took out the broken black armor that had been taken from the storage bag and slashed it on his body, and then walked forward tentatively. But as soon as he stepped into the altar, the golden color in front of him suddenly changed.
The dead corpse, black air, and the altar disappeared completely, replaced by a bamboo forest, with thick bamboo leaves on the ground, and half-blue and half-yellow leaves falling in the air.
In the middle of the bamboo forest, a little black boy sat, who was only in his teens, but his eyes were like an unfathomable black abyss. Just by taking a look, people could not extricate themselves from sinking into it.
Han Ming's eyes were round, it turned out to be the Heavenly Bone, the bone that was told of his three corpses and the smelting technique!
Behind the little boy with black hair, two people stood on the left and right. On the left was a beautiful woman with a dignified manner, with a kind of noble atmosphere of being a mother in the world. On the right was a young man wearing a big marten with a small wooden stick in his mouth, like a rich second-generation ancestor.
When Han Ming saw the beauty, he felt a little tugged in his heart. He naturally would not forget that he was helping him replenish Luohu's blood loss and capturing the female Luohu who was given to him as a servant.
The blood of Luohu was replenished back then, but now it is a huge loss, which is even more serious than that of the past. It has failed the female Luohu.
In front of the black boy, there were three figures, but Han Ming knew. The first one was a handsome young man wearing a nine-color robe, the second one was a person wearing a Taoist robe and a shiny body. As for the last one, it was a big-headed baby, full of yin energy.
The three immortals stood with their hands behind their backs, waiting for the slightly black little boy to speak.
"You three, you are following me all the way, and you are a little sincere. What do you want?" The black boy asked in an emotional tone.
The young man in Jiucai robe bowed slightly: "My three brothers, just because they respect the great master's mysterious method and gods, want to serve him!"
"Yes, yes, we just want to serve the adults and give them a blow. If you have any errands, just tell us what you need to run errands." The big-headed ghost baby nodded in response.
"I came down from Nanzhi all the way to find the adults' traces, and wanted to give me some advice!" The Taoist in the middle seemed a little honest and said truthfully.
"Is that true?" The black boy raised his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't he think I was in a broken body and wanted to chase after me and rob the treasure? But he found that I was still not something you can compete with?"
"I dare not, I dare not, I misunderstood!" The young man in Jiucai robe shook his head firmly to deny it.
"Young people admire you very much, how dare you have such inappropriate thoughts!" The big-headed ghost baby also denied it.
However, the Taoist priest in the middle was silent and very dull and honest.
"I don't have treasures on me, and I never need them, so I can't give them to you. But since you met me, it's a bit of fate, so I'll give you a chance." The black boy turned his hand gently, and golden runes flowed out of his hands.
"I have created three thousand methods in my life, but I have almost forgotten them. There are only more than ten impressions in my mind. I can give you a chance. If you three fight, whichever wins, you can choose one of them."
Han Ming looked over and carefully studied the golden runes on it, and was shocked.
"Three Corpse Divination, Five Elements Gold Molding Divination, Taoist Art, Original Dao, World Creation Art, World-Sharp Power, Yin and Yang, Nine Dao Return to One, Time and Space River, Reincarnation Dao,..." and more than ten secret techniques, including.
Just looking at these names may not be a big deal, but looking at the introduction of the martial arts, it is simply nonsense. Han Ming is still clear about the Three Corpse and the Five Elements Melting Gold Technique. That Taoist Technique is terrible. It is actually a technique of merging the Great Dao.
To put it simply, the art of merging the Tao is to seize the body of the heavenly way. I am the heavenly way, but the heavenly way is not me. I coexist with the heaven, immortal forever and immortality.
The creation technique is a kind of art that evolves the great world and becomes the creator of the new world. The world-sharp skill is completely opposite to the creation technique, and it is a art that destroys the world, among which the world-sharp skill is the original weapon.
There is also the River of Time and Space, which is a technique that makes people look down at the River of Time and Space.
Each of these techniques has unimaginable power. His despicable three corpse techniques and the Five Elements Melting Gold Technique all seem inconspicuous inside.
Of course, the practice of these techniques is naturally extremely difficult. For example, Han Ming’s three corpse law requires three points to one god. The most important thing about divine points is to erase the soul. Let me ask, without the assistance of the Heavenly Bone, who can survive the level of erasing the soul?
Tiangu had already helped Han Ming pass the biggest threshold of the Three Corpse Technique.
For example, the Five Elements Melting Gold Technique requires the Five Elements Melting Gold Technique. Without this kind of Dharma body, even practice is impossible.
Most of the other arts that are against the will of heaven have barriers that cannot be overcome. For example, the most basic condition is to use the fragments of the Tao to integrate them into the body and bones. The process is very dangerous. It would be good if one of the thousand succeeds, and it would be even more difficult to win over the Tao afterwards.
When the three immortals saw these techniques, they were also very surprised and excited, but after watching them all the way, they smiled bitterly. These techniques are against the will of heaven, but there is no one they can practice, or they can practice, but they dare not practice.
"Looking at you like this, I dare not choose. Well, you three use this human world as a battle to win that, and I can help him tailor a technique. A few days ago, I caught a strange little beast, which seemed to be the acquired product of the blood of many heavenly beasts. I also felt that using it as a starting point to deduce the outline of a new technique, and the one who wins can take away this technique."
The Three Immortals were immediately overjoyed when they heard this.
Chapter One
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