"Buzz!"
With a single twist of the seventy-two streams of Xuan Shuang evil energy, even steel would be pulverized.
However, the physical bodies of all these "celestial beings and immortals" emitted a faint jade-colored glow, resisting the strangulation of the evil energy.
Its entire body is crystal clear, revealing a state of golden bones, jade marrow, and glass-like body.
Mysterious patterns, interwoven within flesh and bones, subtly form a restraint.
Bai Cang's expression changed slightly, but he was more pleased than surprised. "Good heavens, Yang Xiaogou really is using them as magical artifacts for refining!"
What kind of bullshit "divine method of heaven and man" is this? It's clearly a body-refining technique similar to the "Taiyin Refining Form Technique"!
Many immortal beings who have reached the end of their lifespan can extend their lifespan by binding themselves to the Yangshen Cave Heaven through the "Transformation Pool." In reality, they have transformed themselves into special artifact spirits, and their daily cultivation is a process of "self-refinement."
Moreover, they had to work for Yang Dingtian in peacetime and risk their lives for him in wartime.
Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to do that!
"Yang Xiaogou is truly a role model for us all. Even if Satan came, we would all get a tattoo of him!"
Bai Cang thought to himself, then chuckled, "But now, all that gold thread he's been putting on every year has actually benefited me!"
With a thought, Bai Cang's sleeves billowed, and the Yin and Yang energies swirled in the air, instantly pulverizing all kinds of golden bones, jade marrow, and crystal bodies.
The chaotic flames rose up, refining them into streams of Qi, which instantly merged into the "Ghostly White Bone Banner".
"boom!"
In an instant.
The golden flagpole and jade-colored banner radiate a dazzling and brilliant light.
Seventy-two mysterious Yin-based ghost-capturing spells intertwined and coiled to form the Imperial Throne Altar, enshrining "Little Nie" and the "Five Little Ones" within them.
Countless mysterious patterns intertwine and crisscross, propelling the Xuan Yin Ghost-Slaying Technique to continuously evolve and expand.
In time, when "Little Nie" and the "Five Little Ones" ascend to the level of Ten Thousand Year Ghost Immortals and all the forbidden techniques are transformed, that will be the day when the "Ghostly White Bone Banner" is upgraded to a magic weapon.
only……
"Ten Thousand Soul Flags? Ten Thousand Demon Flags?"
Bai Cang was delighted, but also had a happy trouble in his heart. "Never mind, let's just call it the Human Emperor Banner."
Thinking this, the banner disappeared, and Bai Cang spoke loudly again: "All the immortals have attained enlightenment. Who else wishes to enjoy immortal bliss forever?"
As he spoke, Bai Cang's gaze fell, staring intently at the Yangzhen children, including Tunyun and Tuwu.
Those two bastards even tried to take advantage of him.
"Bai the Great Philanthropist" doesn't hold grudges; he settles scores on the spot!
"Splash!"
Seeing this, the rest of the group quickly moved away, as if the other party were a "plague" they couldn't avoid.
Even the other Yangzhen disciples kept their distance from Tunyun and Tuwu.
“Brother Jinxi, no, elder brother Jinxi, have you forgotten? We even helped you before.”
"Brother Jinxi, please say something, Brother Jinxi..."
Upon seeing this, Tunyun and Tuwu panicked and hurriedly looked at "Brother Jinxi," shouting excitedly.
"So noisy!"
Bai Cang snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve.
All the Yangzhen Boys and the Heavenly Generals were already stiff.
Streaks of blood leaped out from above their heads.
"Heavenly Demon Child, do you want the Blood God Child?" Bai Cang asked with a mocking smile.
"boom!"
The next moment.
A river of blood meandered out from the void.
With just one more roll, nearly a hundred children and divine generals were swept into it, turning into streaks of blood shadows that crisscrossed the river of blood.
In the blink of an eye, the river of blood surged back and vanished without a trace.
"Alright, those who were meant to ascend to immortality have already done so. Would you all be willing to switch to cultivating the Qi Refining Path of my Xuanmen Sect?"
Bai Cang clapped his hands with a smile, then turned to look at the crowd.
Those of the Yangzhen type have already transcended the tribulation of lightning and their souls have become one with their bodies. They have gone too far down the dead end of "it is difficult for a Yin spirit to become a saint after countless tribulations".
Apart from "divine union with the grotto heaven," there is no other way, and it is even more impossible to switch to the Xuanmen Qi cultivation path.
Bai Cang, without hesitation, treated them as consumables and refined them into magical artifacts.
It can also serve as a warning to others and intimidate everyone.
This is the saying: If you don't work hard in cultivating immortality, you'll be brothers in the Human Emperor's Banner; if you work too hard in cultivating immortality, you'll also be in the Blood River Immortal Realm.
In short: Choice is more important than effort!
As expected, as soon as Bai Cang said this, everyone present prostrated themselves on the ground.
"We are willing to follow the leader and cultivate the Xuanmen path!"
"We humbly beg the Master to grant us the Dharma; we would be eternally grateful!"
"We are devoted to the Xuanmen sect and humbly beg the sect leader for mercy!"
Seeing this, Bai Cang chuckled inwardly, then rolled up his sleeves, causing the energy within everyone's bodies to suddenly become chaotic.
Then, a blood-red lotus flower appeared on his brow.
Everyone's momentum declines rapidly, eventually becoming imperceptible.
Surprisingly, their cultivation levels were all knocked down by Bai Cang, and they were reduced to mortals again.
However, their cultivation was not wasted; it was all "fed" to the Blood Nightmare Heart Demon, becoming the shackles that Bai Cang used to control their lives.
"I possess three techniques: the Nine Heavens Sword Technique, the Heavenly Gang Five Thunder Technique, and the Howling Wind and Thunder Book!"
Immediately afterwards, Bai Cang raised his hand and pressed down, and three stone tablets containing mysterious patterns materialized out of thin air and landed in front of everyone.
Immediately afterward, he loudly proclaimed, "But I will only accept thirty nominal disciples."
Whoever first condenses their Golden Core and meets the required rank will be accepted as my disciple.
The rest will enjoy eternal bliss and longevity, as long as heaven itself. Do not say you were not warned!
Before the words were even finished, everyone rushed to gather around the three stone tablets, intently studying the techniques inscribed on them.
No one had any intention of responding to Bai Cang's words.
Seeing this scene.
Bai Cang, however, was not angry at all; instead, he nodded with some relief.
Pressure is the source of motivation; the ancients were right!
Even if it's just to avoid "eternal bliss and longevity," they will dedicate their entire lives to studying the techniques and practicing tirelessly without ever stopping.
The three cultivation techniques bestowed by Bai Cang are all purely methods of cultivation, without any combat or self-defense techniques, making them the purest of all.
Only the top thirty who meet his requirements can be accepted as his disciples and receive the complete inheritance, with the hope of following him to the Great Crimson Heaven to "establish a sect".
Most importantly, each of the remaining seven hundred-plus people is one of the most outstanding and exceptionally gifted individuals in Yangshen Heaven.
How fiercely will they fight for these thirty spots?
Even Bai Cang couldn't have imagined it!
As for whether problems might arise during this process, that was no longer something Bai Cang needed to consider.
Isn't that precisely where their value lies?
Without their sacrifice, how could Bai Cang have perfected his self-created cultivation technique?
Thinking of this, Bai Cang waved his sleeve again, and faint ripples appeared.
It was as if an invisible river was flowing, drawing everyone into it.
The flow of time also subtly changes at this moment.
One day outside is equivalent to one year inside the cave!
May all reunions in the world not require arduous journeys to meet; let the moon represent my heart, and let us admire the bright moon together.
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