Chapter 175 Chu Ning: How many people misunderstand me (Jie Dan)

"The old man finally came out!"

Meng He stepped out of the gap and looked at the bloody world in front of him with excitement on his face.

After hundreds of years, he finally arrived here.

If he had to wait another hundred years, he would probably have reached the end of his life. Fortunately, as long as he got the opportunity this time, he would have the chance to break through to the God Transformation Realm. By that time, under his leadership, the Wentian Sect would unify the four continents.

Four hundred years ago, he was still in the middle Nascent Soul stage, but he had already begun to prepare for the Spiritual Transformation stage.

If one really waits until the late Nascent Soul stage to start preparing for the Divine Transformation, the possibility of achieving the Divine Transformation will be so low that it can be ignored.

Only if you start in the middle stage, will it be possible to break through the Nascent Soul stage and enter the Spirit Transformation stage.

To this end, he searched for many secret realms and explored many distant secrets, and finally he found a place where there might be an opportunity to become a god.

Soul Island.

It is well known that the land of Soul Continent is not conducive to cultivation, but no one can explain why it is not conducive to cultivation.

By chance, he discovered from the tomb of a late Nascent Soul cultivator who lived a thousand years ago that there was an energy in Soul Continent that could devour the soul, and it was very likely related to the legendary soul cultivators.

Soul cultivation.

A kind of cultivator whose practice is different from that of ordinary people.

Soul Continent is likely to be filled with the corpses of soul cultivators at the Divine Transformation level.

The senior had recorded in his notes in the ruins that if one had the opportunity to enter the body of this soul cultivator, one might have the chance to become a god.

Although it is only a possibility, it is enough for Meng He.

If you want to become a god, you can't miss any possibility.

To this end, he spent decades understanding Soul Continent, and finally found the burial place of the soul cultivator's body.

However, he could not enter the burial site alone, so he found five Yuanying powerhouses to come together.

Everyone agreed to break the formation first. As for the opportunity to achieve spiritual enlightenment, it would depend on their own abilities at that time.

This kind of cooperation is common in the monastic community.

Unexpectedly, when the five of them entered the burial place of the soul cultivator, they encountered a crisis. Two of them died here, and the only three of them who were left were unable to activate the formation and could not leave, so they were trapped here.

Meng He's attention was attracted by a blood-red bead in front of him.

This blood-colored bead is extremely dazzling even in a blood-colored world.

At first glance, one gets the feeling that it is the master of this world.

"The Soul Bead of Transformation."

There was a glimmer of greed in Meng He's eyes, and he rushed towards the blood-colored bead without saying a word.

Hundreds of years of anticipation are about to be realized today.

At the same time, Meng He was on full alert to prevent others from coming in to compete with him, and to prevent other traps.

It was not until his hand touched the red bead that Meng He let down his guard and a look of joy appeared on his face.

But the next moment, the joy on Meng He's face froze.

"So that's how it is."

After a while, Meng He smiled bitterly, and the joy on his face turned into a desolate look. His figure slowly twisted and turned into a wisp of black smoke that floated into the blood-red beads.

As Meng He's body floated into the blood-red bead, another Nascent Soul powerhouse appeared soon after.

Like Meng He, this person saw the blood-red bead with ecstasy in his eyes and immediately went towards the blood-red bead.

Afterwards, it was the same as Meng He's, but the difference was that the expression on this person's face was unwillingness and anger.

The third one is still the same.

Until finally Monk Chan Yi came in.

"Amitabha, the false and the real, the true and the false, the rebirth of the dead... all because of not being able to let go."

Monk Chanyi looked at the blood-red bead and did not rush over to grab the blood-red bead like Menghe and the other two did. Instead, he sighed slightly.

"Donor, why are you so stubborn? Since he's already dead, just let go of your obsession."

As Monk Chan Yi finished speaking, Tu Wang's figure appeared in the bloody world. At this moment, Tu Wang had an indifferent expression and cold eyes, like a wild beast that had been dormant for many years.

"You are quite mysterious, monk." Tu Wang looked at Chan Yi: "If you leave now, I won't make things difficult for you."

"Amitabha."

Chan Yi chanted the Buddha's name: "This time I came to this place because I realized that the resentment here is too strong, so I came here to save it."

"Realm?" Tu Wang seemed to have discovered something: "You are not from this realm? Are you from the Buddha realm?"

When Tu Wang mentioned the Buddha Realm, he showed a fear on his face, but then he returned to normal: "Even if it comes from the Buddha Realm, so what? This is not the Buddha Realm, there is no Buddha's power blessing."

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless. Turn back and you will find the shore. Don't be attached to appearances, benefactor."

"There is a smooth road ahead for me, so how can there be a sea of ​​suffering? If you don't want to leave, then stay."

Tu Wang raised his hand, and the entire bloody world began to change, transforming into a sea of ​​blood, instantly sweeping up Chan Yi.

However, in the sea of ​​blood, there was a golden light that pierced the sea of ​​blood like a sharp sword.

The bowl was suspended above Chan Yi's head. No matter how the sea of ​​blood beat and swallowed it, it could not be shaken at all.

When Tu Wang saw this scene, his expression became extremely ugly.

He could do nothing about the monk.

This bowl is definitely a treasure of Buddhism.

"Monk, if you want to stay here, then stay. I won't accompany you."

Tu Wang stretched out his hand and the blood-red bead flew towards him. Upon seeing this, Chan Yi chanted a Buddhist name, and a piece of golden talisman paper flew out of the bowl.

The talisman paper appeared, emitting a thousand feet of golden light, directly illuminating the entire bloody world.

The sea of ​​blood receded.

A golden light fell on the red bead.

No matter how Tu Wang stretched out his hand, the red bead remained motionless.

"Buddha's light shines everywhere. You are not from the Buddha realm. You are from the upper realm. This is impossible. It is impossible for someone from the upper realm to come to this realm... I understand."

Tu Wang seemed to have figured it out, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "Let me see how long you can stop me."

Chan Yi did not respond. He had already played all his cards. Now he could only rely on Master Ji for everything.

Above the blood-red world.

Chu Ning sat there cross-legged, the middle-aged scholar stood on one side, and in front of Chu Ning, there was a queue that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The souls stood there.

To be precise, it is the obsession of the soul.

Butcher, farmer, child, scholar...

The obsessions of these souls entered Chu Ning's body one by one.

"Those damned bandits, it was them, they killed me and robbed me of my fifty coins. I have no money to buy cloth for my wife and children, how are they going to survive this winter?"

In the darkness, Chu Ning watched as a butcher slowly appeared.

The butcher was filled with rage, with a long knife stuck in his chest.

Chu Ning was silent, sitting cross-legged in front. Below Chu Ning, there was a mountain.

When the butcher came up to him, the green mountains below trembled.

The anger on the butcher's face disappeared, and he bowed deeply to Chu Ning: "Thank you, sir, for avenging me."

The butcher's figure disappeared and turned into a red light, falling on the mountain peak.

Then the second and third persons appeared.

The obsessions of these dead souls were transformed into the power of the soul cultivator long before the soul cultivator fulfilled their unfulfilled obsessions.

However, with the death of the soul cultivator, these obsessions were revived again under the manipulation of evil thoughts.

What Chu Ning needs to do is to let go of these obsessions again.

The Art of Standing Still like a Mountain can achieve this.

Peddlers, nobles, and noblemen...

There are all kinds of people, ordinary people at the bottom, the powerful among ordinary people, and monks at the bottom...

More and more soul lights are shining on the mountains.

At this moment in that bloody world, the red bead that was fixed by the golden light became noticeably dimmer.

The soul's obsession continues.

Later on, monks began to appear.

Qi Condensation Monks, Foundation Establishment Monks, Golden Core Monks...

"Where is this?"

An old man appeared in front of Chu Ning. When he saw Chu Ning sitting on the top of the mountain, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"How ridiculous! I died three hundred years ago, yet you still cling to me."

There was no need for Chu Ning to do anything, the old man woke up on his own.

"Since you already know, please rest in peace, Senior."

Chu Ning opened his mouth, and the information that the scholar conveyed to his mind was about the old man in front of him.

The old man and four other people came here four hundred years ago, but unfortunately they all died at the hands of evil thoughts.

Xie Nian deliberately kept the obsessions of the three people in order to cultivate them.

The obsession of a Nascent Soul master is a great tonic for evil thoughts. The stronger it is cultivated, the greater the final benefits will be.

"There is no such thing as Meng He who is lucky enough to survive and become a god. It is just a wisp of unwilling obsession."

Meng He sighed self-deprecatingly and looked at Chu Ning: "Are you from the Four Continents?"

"Yes." Chu Ning nodded and admitted it.

"I have two obsessions, one is to become a god, the other is my sect. In order to become a god, I abandoned my sect. I feel so ashamed of my master and all the ancestors. Please tell my son a message from me."

"Please speak, senior."

"The extremely cold ice is stored by me under the ancient warehouse tree."

The words were a little vague, but Chu Ning could understand that they should be a secret message.

"Which sect did you come from, and who is your son?"

Chu Ning did not talk about what benefits he could get. His purpose here was to let all these souls and obsessions rest in peace. If he wanted them to rest in peace, he must satisfy their obsessions.

"My name is Meng He, I come from Wentian Sect, and my son is Meng Yang."

"Wen Tian Clan's Sect Master Meng Yang?"

Chu Ning was a little shocked. Among the four major sects in the four continents, he only knew more about the Xiyue Sect, but he still knew the names of the leaders of the other three sects.

The leader of Wentian Sect is called Meng Yang.

There can be no coincidence of having the same name.

"My son is already the sect leader?" Meng He was stunned, then he laughed out loud with satisfaction: "In this case, I have nothing to worry about."

Meng He strode towards the mountain. Unlike other souls, when he landed on the mountain, he directly illuminated an area of ​​the mountain.

"This Nascent Soul expert is the leader of the Heavenly Questioning Sect. What about the remaining two? They won't be seniors from other sects, right?"

Chu Ning's eyes were filled with anticipation, and soon a beautiful middle-aged woman appeared in front of him.

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Like Meng He, the woman's eyes regained clarity the moment she saw Chu Ning.

But the woman didn't say anything and went straight towards Qingshan.

This woman's only obsession is to become a god.

Now that I know I am dead, I have no last words.

The last Nascent Soul cultivator appeared. He was an old man. When he saw the mountain below Chu Ning, he sighed heavily.

“I didn’t expect there are still Shan Zong disciples in the world.”

"Does senior have any wishes?" Chu Ning took the initiative to ask.

"After four hundred years of vicissitudes, all obsessions are gone."

"Then please rest in peace, senior."

Chu Ning made a gesture of invitation, the old man smiled unwillingly, and finally flew towards the mountain.

The old man went into the mountain with determination, and more figures appeared in the darkness ahead. This time there was not just one person, but thousands.

Seeing these thousands of figures, especially the one walking in the front, there was a look of confusion on his face.

"Senior, what is this?"

Standing at the front of these thousands of children was the scholar Ziliang.

"Good intentions are also obsessions. Ziliang should rest in peace today."

The scholar smiled at Chu Ning and floated towards the mountain.

"Senior, what obsessions do these kids have?" Chu Ning shouted hurriedly.

"Ziliang's heart cannot be dealt with, but Shanzi can handle it himself."

The scholar entered the mountain and lit up most of the peak.

Chu Ning looked at the children in front of him, and he knew why Senior Ziliang asked him to deal with it.

Senior Ziliang is the good intention of Senior Hunxiu.

These children had their souls extracted and made into soul pills. Their obsession was revenge, which conflicted with the kindness of Senior Ziliang.

Chu Ning did not hesitate, nor did he even think about it. He said directly: "I swear that if I am strong enough, I will avenge you and make Xuantian Sect pay for their blood debt with blood."

In Chu Ning's mind, these words were not meant to deceive these obsessions.

He already had a grudge against the Xuantian Sect. If he was strong enough, he would attack the Xuantian Sect first.

Thousands of children bowed to Chu Ning and walked silently towards the green mountains, like lights lighting up the green mountains.

As the obsessions of all souls were sent up the mountain, at this moment, green mountains suddenly appeared in the bloody world below, and crashed down on Tu Wang with the force of a mountain.

Tu Wang's face changed and he was about to dodge, but Monk Chan Yi seemed to have anticipated what was happening. The bowl floating above his head suddenly disappeared and appeared above Tu Wang's head.

"Certainly!"

When Monk Chanyi said "Ding", Tu Wang's expression became horrified because he was imprisoned.

The green mountain was instantly pressed down and smashed into the sea of ​​blood.

Seeing this, Monk Chanyi smiled, but then his expression changed: "Amitabha, Donor Ji, please quickly put away Qingshan and let me take back the bowl."

"What's wrong?"

Chu Ning looked at Chan Yi with some confusion.

"Amitabha, I just used a force that I shouldn't have used. If I didn't have the bowl to cover up my aura, it would have spread out of here."

Chan Yi looked a little anxious, which was rare. Chu Ning nodded: "So that's how it is. Okay, I'll take it back now."

Chu Ning formed seals with his hands, and after a few breaths, Qingshan emerged from the sea of ​​blood, but the speed was not fast. At the same time, a force that made Chu Ning feel palpitating suddenly appeared in this world.

"Master Ji, it's too late!"

"It will be there soon, Master Chanyi, please wait a moment."

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Chan Yi immediately realized that Donor Ji did it on purpose.

"Master Ji, you are the most shameless Shan Zong disciple I have ever seen."

Looking at Chan Yi who had disappeared, Chu Ning curled his lips, thinking about how many misunderstandings the world had about him.

"receive!"

With a light chant of "collect", the mountain instantly flew back to Chu Ning's dantian. At the same time, the bowl appeared in Chu Ning's hand.

"Put it away first and study it slowly."

Chu Ning put the bowl into the storage bag, his eyes sparkling: "With so many soul beads, combined with the golden elixir fruit, it should be enough for me to form a pill."

After getting the information from the scholar Ziliang, Chu Ning already knew that those red beads were called soul beads. Soul cultivators obtain obsessions and condense them into soul beads to increase their strength.

Soul cultivators can absorb it, and so can he.

"Even Yuanying masters cannot enter this place. It is best to form a Dan here."

Chu Ning crossed his legs and floated in the air, holding the foundation-building fruit in his left hand, and filled the nine spiritual springs first.

Seven days later.

The nine spiritual springs in Chu Ning's dantian were all overflowing, and powerful spiritual energy continued to spread from his body in all directions.

"The time for forming the elixir has arrived."

With a whisper, Chu Ning changed from a sitting position to a standing position. He raised his right hand and puppets flew out of the storage bag and stood around him to protect him.

Chu Ning replaced the Golden Elixir Dao Fruit in his left hand, and held the Soul Orb in his right hand.

On the mountain peak of his dantian, there are tens of thousands of soul beads.

Every time a quarter of an hour passed, the soul beads in Chu Ning's hand were exhausted, a flash of light would appear on the mountain, and another soul bead would appear in his hand.

One, two...

One hundred, two hundred...

The number of soul beads was decreasing rapidly, but the volume of the Golden Elixir Dao Fruit was not decreasing very fast. In Chu Ning's Dantian, the nine spiritual springs began to merge at this moment.

Nine spiritual springs merged into one.

The only huge spiritual spring that existed was shrinking in size at this moment, but the spiritual liquid in the spring did not decrease. Instead, it began to slowly squeeze out.

Form the elixir.

That is when the spiritual fluid is compressed to its limit and turns from liquid to solid.

A golden elixir hangs in the dantian.

It means that the elixir has been successfully formed.

After Chu Ning understood the process of Dan formation, his first thought was, isn't this just a chemical change? The spiritual liquid is compressed and combined with the spirit.

The two materials produce a chemical reaction.

The most difficult part of forming a pill is compressing the spiritual fluid.

The spiritual liquid in Chu Ning's nine spiritual springs is much more than that of ordinary cultivators, so it is even more difficult to compress it.

Every time the area of ​​the spiritual spring decreases and the spiritual liquid in the spring is about to collapse, a force will appear and pull back the spiritual liquid that is about to collapse.

This power comes from the golden elixir fruit and also from the soul bead.

One day, two days...

One month, two months, three months...

Half a year later, the spiritual spring in Chu Ning's dantian had been compressed to the size of a fist, and at this moment, the spiritual liquid in the spiritual spring had turned golden yellow due to the extreme compression.

"burst!"

Chu Ning, who was standing in the air, shouted softly, and the golden elixir fruit the size of a peach pit in his right hand disappeared directly.

In Dantian, the spiritual spring suddenly dissipated.

The spiritual liquid in the spiritual spring also exploded at this moment.

The spiritual liquid exploded, revealing a tiny golden particle as small as sand.

This is the golden elixir.

But the golden elixir is not stable at this moment and will dissipate at any time like sand.

At this moment, the many soul beads on the mountains in the Dantian suddenly heard the order to charge and rushed towards the grain of golden sand frantically.

One, two...

With the influx of soul beads, the volume of the golden sand gradually increased, and slowly some mysterious patterns appeared on it.

The golden elixir has attributes.

For a Jindan strongman, the properties of the golden elixir determine the properties of the subsequent practice.

These lines gradually grew larger as the golden elixir grew, until the size of the golden elixir stopped growing, but color appeared.

green.

Belongs to wood.

(End of this chapter)