The majestic memories came surging in, accompanied by the spiritual infection of chaos, bloodthirstiness and brutality. The status of the female statue was not low. Even if part of her spirit was cut off, she could still resist the spirit of the 7th and early stage Sun God. But Zhang Yuanqing was different. He majored in the power of the sun. His spirit was tougher than that of the Sun God of the same level. Coupled with the power brought by the heart of the phantom god, he could barely devour souls of higher levels.
While suppressing the invading chaotic spirit, he digested the fragments of memory, and soon he figured out the identity of the female sculpture. She was none other than the Yaoguang Sect Leader who led the Shushan disciples to resist the rebel army.
After Master Yaoguang died, the disciples of Mount Shu built the Yaoguang Temple for her and offered incense and prayers to her every day. The remaining soul of Yaoguang attached itself to the statue, and with the nourishment of the power of vows and incense, she gradually recovered.
For a long time, she existed silently in the sculptures as the sect's patron saint, worshipped by disciples.
Of course, ordinary disciples were unaware of her existence. Only the elders who built the temple for her knew that her residual soul was attached to the statue. They gave her the sect's most precious treasure, the Flying Knife of the Immortal Slayer, to let her control and guard Nanyuan.
Until one day, the black smoke in the main hall spread to the South Garden. Yaoguang, as a Yin spirit, could not resist the pollution of Yin energy and degenerated into a pure resentful spirit to hunt nearby creatures. Moreover, the power of incense and vows could allow the remaining spirit to recover its strength and live forever in the world.
Zhang Yuanqing, who had gained new knowledge, endured the pain in his head and was full of surprise. If this was the case, then why would the ancient monks be afraid of wasting their lifespan?
Er, that's not right. When Xiutu died of old age, his soul and body were destroyed at the same time, but Yaoguang died of illness due to a severe damage to her origin, which was an unexpected death.
The residual spirit of a high-ranking ruler who died suddenly can linger in the world for a long time, so after receiving the power of incense and vows, she survived as a guardian spirit. It might be useful to make a note of it later.
Zhang Yuanqing continued to read the memory fragments. As the memories flashed through his mind, Zhang Yuanqing captured a fragment of memory that made his blood boil.
Since the demise of the Han Dynasty, the tradition of practitioners being crowned kings and ministers ended. Most practitioners scattered into the martial arts world and formed sects. The order among practitioners became chaotic and disorderly. They no longer worked for the country and the people, but for their own selfish interests. As a result, evil methods of plundering the spiritual essence of others came into being.
By the Tang Dynasty, the order of the martial arts world had stabilized and this type of magic was listed as a taboo. Only those in the evil ways were keen on using this method to devour the spiritual essence of others to strengthen themselves.
It is said that this method was created by a Taoist alchemist. This alchemist was limited by his talent, and his cultivation stagnated in his fifties. In desperation, he suddenly came up with an evil magic.
Since medicinal herbs rich in spirituality can be made into panaceas, why can't the human body? So he spent his whole life reading Taoist texts, meditating for several years, and created the method of refining the Sancai Pill.
The so-called three mistakes are to refine the human sword spirit and heavenly soul energy into a magic pill. After taking it, the power will increase dramatically. With this method, this alchemist can travel the world and no one can defeat him.
However, at the peak of his powers, he became insane due to the excessive complexity of the soul fragments he swallowed. He became a madman, and without the guidance and control of his will, the complex and chaotic spiritual power in his body went out of control, backfired on his body, and he died.
Zhang Yuanqing was worried that he had no secret method to eat humans, so it was unlikely that he would be able to hunt down the head of Chunyang Sect or ask Lao Bangzi for the secret method.
The former is a rat in the gutter who is both a star official and a nobody, and it is too difficult to catch him alive; the latter hates evil and is upright and dignified, and will never allow his disciples to improve their cultivation through such evil techniques.
It was as if he had found the secret method in the copy to help him. Memory fragments kept flashing. After a while, Zhang Yuanqing saw the headmaster Yaoguang, who had not yet turned into a stone statue, dancing with feathered clothes fluttering, and an old yellow gourd floating in front of him.
The dance is sometimes wild and fierce, like a man with epilepsy, sometimes twisting his waist and hips, sleeping gracefully, and sometimes strong and powerful, like a martial arts performance.
This doesn't seem like a dance created for entertainment, but more like some kind of ancient sacrificial dance.
The dance was not long and was over in twenty seconds. The Yaoguang Sect Leader, who was wearing fluttering feathered robes, bowed and said.
"Please turn around, baby." A ray of white light flashed out from the gourd, and it whizzed away with eyes and eyebrows, and flew towards the enemy camp at the foot of the mountain, and the picture disappeared.
Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and pinched his swollen brows. Although he had the abilities of the Sun God and the Void One to suppress the negative costs of the Soul Devourer.
But his mental problems still persisted. He became irritable, easily angered, and his thinking was confused and he was unable to think calmly.
Seeing him wake up, Fu Qingyang and others gathered around him, their eyes fixed on the yellow gourd. What kind of treasure is this?
Zhang Yuanqing exhaled and sighed: "What an awesome treasure, the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife!"
Immortal Slaying Flying Knife?
Everyone was moved. Apparently, they had all heard of the name of this magic weapon. Xiahou Aotian's titanium alloy dog eyes suddenly shone brightly. "Let me see it."
Excitedly, he tried to snatch it away. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes became fierce, and he placed the short knife across the opponent's neck with a ferocious look, "You're looking for death!"
Xiahou Aotian was stunned. Zhang Yuanqing seemed to have just reacted. The fierceness on his face disappeared. He quickly put away the knife and shook his head painfully, "Sorry, I'm not in a good mental state. The level of the female ghost statue is too high. I have eaten the spirit and it has caused problems!"
Xiahou Aotian took the yellow gourd and said, "Hurry up and find a way to wake up the Palace Master of Stop Killing. The musician can calm your restless mind. Why would you want to devour souls for no reason?"
As he said this, he lowered his head to read the item information. A flash of light flashed, with eyebrows and eyes? How strange, can the spirit of the weapon give birth to eyebrows and eyes? How exactly is the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife made? I want to analyze it. Xia Genghou Aotian muttered to himself while holding the old yellow gourd. At the same time, he understood the reason why Yuanshi Tianzun devoured the soul.
Without mastering the sacrificial dance, the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife would be useless, and killing the Palace Master would lead to certain death.
"Don't analyze it, it's a waste of time." The Moral Heavenly Lord Demon Eye Heavenly King snatched it and took a breath after reading the item information. "Although this item is not a rule-based item, its lethality is at least at the peak of level eight. Or even level nine. How could this copy of Shushan Nanyuan have items of this level?"
He and Fu Qingyang are both in the early and middle stages of level eight. The output of peak level eight is enough to kill them, and level nine is even more deadly.
Yaoguang Palace is just the first level, and there shouldn’t be props of such high strength.
Fu Qiyang took the item and looked at its properties, then answered the Demon Eye King's doubts, "Although it is strong, its attack frequency is not high. It can only reduce the number of team members by two or three at most, but it won't wipe out the whole team. In an A-level dungeon, this strength is reasonable."
He looked at Zhang Yuanqing and asked, "Save the Palace Master first."
Let us also watch the sacrificial dance, Fu Qingyang added in his heart. Zhang Yuanqing, who was in a bad mental state, did not see the meaningful looks of his teammates. He came to the corpse of the Palace Master who was protected by vines with the yellow gourd section in his palm.
Ever since he was promoted to the Sun-Wandering God, his spirit body had become so powerful that he had a photographic memory. Everything he had seen was imprinted in his mind like a printer.
There was no need to stimulate the headache and turn back time. Zhang Yuanqing put down the yellow gourd Dayuanyang and opened his arms. His palms were facing the sky and they suddenly trembled like a patient with an epileptic seizure. Then the style of the painting changed and he twisted his waist and hips slowly. His arms swung like snakes. His waist stiffened and his hips paused. The muscles of his limbs tensed up. The dance became vigorous and powerful, and he swung his arms and turned around with great vigor.
Thirty seconds passed quickly, and Zhang Yuanqing stopped without saying: "Please turn around, baby."
A powerful vortex was seen forming at the mouth of the yellow gourd, and a faint white light escaped from the broken neck of the killing officer and returned to the gourd.
Bang bang bang!
Princess Yin Yao took the lead in applauding, and the Demon Eye King with three heads and eight arms clapped the most enthusiastically and his expression was the most playful, with all eight arms clapping at the same time.
There is a scene. Fu Qingyang and Xiahou Aotian silently erased the Flying Dagger of the Immortal from their hearts. The proud Mr. Qian does not allow himself to become a comedian, while Xiahou Aotian thinks that the style of the Sacrificial Dance does not suit the protagonist, and he is worried that he will lose the character of the protagonist if he uses it rashly.
Zhang Yuanqing's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his emotions, which had finally calmed down, were on the verge of getting out of control again.
Princess Yin Yao observed the expression on her face and tactfully stopped clapping. She picked up the head of the Palace Master of Stopping Killing and connected it at the broken part. After the seal was lifted, the flesh on the bloody neck squirmed, and the blood vessels extended and connected quickly. In less than ten seconds, the Palace Master of Stopping Killing opened his eyes, with a confused look as if he had just had a deep sleep.
"What happened?" She looked at Zhang Yuanqing. The cold-blooded nephew picked up the yellow gourd and walked towards the ruins that were emitting black smoke.
By the time Zhang Yuanqing finished performing the two sacrificial dances and retrieved the soul fragments sealed in the corpse, the Palace Master of Stop Killing had already learned about what happened after he lost his head from Princess Yin Yao's narration.
Because Zhang Yuanqing was in very bad condition, the team retreated outside the mountain gate to rest!
Xiahou Aotian studied the yellow gourd eagerly, put on a monocle, summoned the Three True Fires and some high-tech machines to analyze the material composition and spiritual power type of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.
Zhang Yuanqing lay with his legs apart on the bed of the killing officer, listening to her humming in the cradle, and fell into a deep sleep.
It was two hours later when he woke up. The sun was high in the center of the sky and it was eleven o'clock in the morning. In addition to his mood being a little capricious and irritable, the illusion that his consciousness was split and out of control and he was unable to think calmly had disappeared.
As an illusionist, he can easily resolve the remaining problems.
However, the problems accumulated deep in the mind need time to be eliminated bit by bit. This is the price that the Soul Eater must pay.
"I'm almost there." Zhang Yuanqing yawned. "Keep going!!"
Fu Qingyang and others naturally had no objection, but Xiahou Aotian was so engrossed in the gourd that he didn't pay any attention to what was happening outside.
Zhang Yuanqing kicked him and asked, "What did you find out?"
Xiahou Xingaotian frowned, "After my research, I found that it is indeed a gourd family, not refined into a gourd. The strange thing is that although it is a gourd, it contains abundant metal spiritual power, so it is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire."
"The metal spiritual power inside the gourd is even more exaggerated, so that line of light was born. It feels to me like, well, it's like the gourd vine is fed by the metal spiritual power to bloom and bear fruit. But as a refiner, the first thing to master is the material, and the properties of spiritual power. The props must be refined according to the characteristics of the material. In the Five Elements, metal overcomes wood, and wood dies when it touches metal. Therefore, it is impossible for the gourd vine to be fed by metal spiritual power."
"Here..." He pointed at the yellow gourd and spread his hands, "This thing kind of subverts my perception."
Zhang Yuanqing snatched the yellow gourd and said, "If you can't think of it, forget it and continue to push the dungeon."
They entered the mountain gate, passed through the area where the Yaoguang Palace was located, and stopped in front of the steps leading to the second floor. Looking around, on both sides of the central square, there was a golden-roofed palace on the left, and on the right were attics and houses. The South Courtyard had a trapezoidal layout with three floors.
Compared to the Yaoguang Palace, the second floor has a large area of houses, which is probably the living area for the disciples. As usual, Xiahou Aotian took out the drone to make a staircase and entered the second floor.
Everyone followed the drone with their eyes, and saw that the moment it flew over the steps, it seemed to pass through an invisible film and disappeared.
The next second, Xiahou Aotian took off the neural connection cable and frowned, "The drone has lost contact. I can't see any images."
Zhang Yuanqing looked at the clear sky, the overgrown weeds and the smell of decay. The second-level drone had clearly flown past, but he could not see the scene in front of it in his field of vision.
It was like an illusion, not a real second layer. A bright white light appeared in Fu Qingyang's eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at the front. It was an illusion!
Fu Qingyang retracted his gaze and said, "This area is covered by an illusion. I can't see through it, and neither can you? The Demon Eye King frowned."
Zhang Yuanqing said, "The illusion is secondary. The main thing is the black smoke. The black smoke has a hidden power, so it cannot be seen through. Just like when we touched the statue and gourd in Yaoguang Hall before, we couldn't read the information of the items because the information was hidden."
He looked at his teammates and said, "Illusion is my specialty. Let me find out."
Under the leadership of Fu Qingyang and others, he summoned a corpse and manipulated it to climb the stairs, pass through the invisible membrane ridge and disappear from everyone's sight.