Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Late at night!

The full moon rises in the east, and the jackdaws are startled...

Inside the old house, a shadowy figure walked in the shadow of the night.

Under the moonlight, the woman was wearing a red cloak, and the night wind blew her graceful and graceful figure that could not hide her body.

There was a maid next to her, who was a little shorter in stature, but her eyes were good and she was dexterous.

"It's a good way to kill you with one move and have nothing to hide!"

The woman in red walked to the center of the courtyard, looking at the remaining traces, her beautiful eyes did not show joy or anger.

"One move is deadly? Who else in Ping'an Town can kill Qin Jiu with one move? What kind of strength is this?"

The woman in red was indifferent, leaning over to reach out, her slender fingers swiped across the scorch marks on the ground.

"The thunderous, the five thunders hit the top... I can't believe that Chen Qinggang has practiced to such a degree." The woman in red said indifferently.

"I underestimated him."

"What?" The maid's delicate body trembled slightly, and there was a look of fear in her eyes.

For a monster like her, a master of thunder and thunder is simply a disaster, not to mention reaching the "five thunders" realm, when her blood and energy are running like five thunders, she can't escape.

Such a master doesn't even need to mobilize the talisman, and he doesn't even need to use the [Inner God's Art of War], he can slap her to death with a single slap, and there is no suspense at all.

"It's said that Chen Qinggang is the weakest among the three major guards, but unexpectedly he has reached the realm of the Five Thunders." The maid looked dignified and worried.

"Although it's a little trickier, it's nothing." The woman in red slowly got up, shook her head, and a cold look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Right now, the interior of the Yuyao Division is empty, and only Chen Qinggang is in charge. This kind of opportunity is a rare opportunity, and it's a must."

"Miss, don't you want to..." the maid said in surprise.

"I will visit Yu Yaosi in person at night, and I may be able to take off the seal." The red-clothed woman's face flashed a resolute look.

When the maid heard this, her face turned pale.

"Miss, the matter is very important, do you want to report to the leader?"

"No need!" The woman in red shook her head.

The maid hesitated to speak, but finally held back.

"Go back first." The woman in red raised her hand to signal.

The maid nodded, turned around, the demonic energy vanished, the human figure was scattered, a gray fox jumped out of it, rushed out of the yard, and disappeared into the vast darkness.

The woman in red looked at the distant back and jumped.

The demonic energy surged like red flames, and a red fox came out of the disillusioned human figure.

Its fur is as shiny as brocade, and its long tail is like a flame that is particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

The red-haired fox climbed over the courtyard wall and ran into the alley.

Inside the house, the dim light was still on.

Through the gap in the window edge, you can see a thin scholar, wearing a long gown and reading at night by candlelight.

The red-haired fox was lying on the courtyard wall, looking at the book under the light, a soft color appeared in his eyes.

Two years ago, she was robbed while practicing, was seriously injured, and died in the mountains.

It was this scholar who picked her up and took care of her day and night.

From then on, she would always come over and watch from a distance in the middle of the night, just looking at it seemed extremely reassuring.

"Um?"

At this moment, the scholar suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, just in time to meet the red-haired fox.

The former was slightly stunned, then showed a look of joy, thinking of him beckoning.

The red-haired fox hesitated for a while, but still ran down.

The book opened the door, leaned over and rubbed the fox's head.

"Little fox, are you coming to see me?" The scholar said with a smile.

"The sage said that the crow feeds back and the lamb kneels for milk. I didn't expect you, a little fox, to know how to be grateful. It seems that you have a spiritual connection." The scholar was overjoyed and couldn't help but hug the fox.

The red-skinned fox squinted his eyes and drilled into the scholar's arms very obediently.

Back in the house, the scholar hugged the fox and continued to read.

One person and one fox, cuddling with each other in this silent night, conveying warmth.

…

Back home, Zhou Dao closed the door tightly, and couldn't wait to take out the corpse of the fox demon hidden in the Qingpan treasure bag.

A high-level evil-level monster, he has been in the Yuyao Division for two years, and he has only seen it once.

He couldn't wait to offer sacrifices to the ancestors.

No way, his biggest advantage is that he respects the filial teacher.

"Sacrifice!"

Zhou Dao flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood spurted out, landing on the corpse of the fox demon.

[Sacrificing the fox demon to obtain the pure Yang Qi]

A mechanical voice resounded in Zhou Dao's mind.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of crimson Danxia Qi descended and floated in front of Zhou Dao.

The air flow was like a newborn sun, exuding a warm luster, rolling like a fire.

"Pure Yang Qi? What the hell... I made a lot of money this time!" Zhou Dao's eyes widened.

This is a sacred artifact for cultivation, and he has only seen records in Taoist books.

According to legend, in ancient times, only the great supernatural powers could extract pure yang energy from the spirits of heaven, earth, and all things. Today, there are no such supernatural powers in the world.

How precious is pure yang energy?

"Book of Taoism" says: "The common people keep their thoughts and refine the yin spirit, and the lifeblood of the immortals is pure yang."

It means that the essence of mortals belongs to Yin gods, with shadows and intangibles.

In the understanding of the thoughtful traveler, consciousness and body are separate, and consciousness is generated first, and then there is action.

For example, I was thirsty and wanted to drink water, so I got up to get a teacup.

But if there is no physical body, this idea of ​​mine cannot be put into action at all and become a reality.

Therefore, the essence of human beings belongs to the yin gods, with shadows and intangibles, and they just use their flesh and blood to cultivate.

The flesh is the tool of cultivation, and the boat that crosses the gods.

The ultimate goal is to cultivate a pure yang **** from the yin **** and turn the virtual into the real.

Therefore, the Book of Dao has a good saying about practice:

The tortoise draws qi into the spiritual root, breathes in the room into the danchen, mortals eat the five grains, and I cultivate Taiyin to transform into Yangshen.

The so-called spiritual roots are the twelve channels hidden in the human body.

Only when it is opened can it be regarded as a spiritual root, one can swallow the medicinal pills, run it in the dantian life house, store the power of the great medicine with the veins, transform the blood and qi, and nourish the yin and the yang.

From then on, you can truly embark on the path of cultivation.

The so-called people take food as their heaven.

Mortals eat five grains to nourish their flesh and blood.

Practitioners, on the other hand, eat pills to convince qi, nurture blood qi, nourish yin and generate yang.

The direction and essence of life evolution began to be different.

But it is extremely difficult to cultivate the power of pure yang.

The human body is a cauldron, and it needs to be extracted bit by bit from the big medicine.

Zhou Dao sacrificed and obtained so many treasures, and it was only able to reach the seven transformations of the refining realm, and there was only a little pure yang power in his blood.

As for others, it is even more difficult to achieve this step.

This shows how precious pure Yang Qi is.

The ancients said that the gods who eat qi are immortal, so it is pure yang qi.

"Tsk tsk, good stuff!" Zhou Dao's eyes lit up, like a weasel becoming an essence, and he couldn't wait to swallow the pure yang energy and refine it.

The energy of pure yang entered the body and turned into a warm current, like a flood bursting a dike, rushing towards his limbs and bones, and then following the twelve veins, into the dantian, flowing through the internal organs, and reaching the Tianling treasure cave...

rumbling...

In an instant, the blood in Zhou Dao's body was tumbling like a boil, making a deafening sound.

His breath became more and more expansive, and his spirit was full of energy, and he moved Zhou Tian.

bang bang bang...

Only to hear the "fifteen" loud noises, like spring thunder rolling in, bursting forth.

"Fifteen thunders! What the hell!" Zhou Dao's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but growl.