12dz Chapter 204 Auntie, You Can't Do That
Chapter 204 Auntie, You Can't Do That
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
Yang Silang had also practiced Taoist magic and knew that there were many evil spells within the Taoist lineage.
For example, there are techniques like life-borrowing, luck-borrowing, and Gu marriage. Mo Xinlian has a lot of messy memories. When she wandered around the human world, she also encountered Taoist priests using such evil techniques.
Then I thought of it again.
Long Yiyan once said that Emperor Jinghe was seriously ill and on the verge of death, so he urgently ordered people to take out the Shadow Stone from the royal treasury and ordered two people to drip their blood essence into it and practice martial arts with all their might to imprint the martial arts spirit into their bodies.
Then Emperor Jinghe actually became more energetic day by day and gradually recovered.
On the contrary, both martial saints perished within a few years.
Putting it all together, could it be that Emperor Jinghe borrowed the essence, spirit, and lifespan of the two martial saints?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Who was Emperor Jinghe?
That was the ruler of the Great Shun Kingdom. What extraordinary people and talents did he have under his command?
He could command even the most powerful and valiant warriors, and if a country possessed a treasure, acquiring it was merely a matter of a thought for him.
If one truly wanted to perform such evil magic, one could do so with ease.
He just didn't know why he had chosen these two martial saints.
It's possible that their water and fire elemental energies can complement each other, or it's possible that either of them is simply the strongest. Who knows?
In short, there must be some inside story behind the deaths of these two martial saints.
The two of them in the shadow stone are not door gods, but rather like offerings placed on an altar.
Yang Silang kept Tian Zhenfeng's teachings in mind.
Don't focus on the blood and tears; if you look at too much, you might get seriously ill.
After all, the divine intent displayed by the two martial saints now is resentment, malevolence as high as a mountain, and killing intent reaching the heavens, almost ghostly, and has deviated from the previous path of water and fire.
It would be strange if one didn't fall ill after being struck by such divine will.
Yang Silang immediately lowered his head and silently prayed.
"I'm so sorry, seniors..."
"You may have been wronged, but this junior is merely a mere grandmaster."
"They still managed to infiltrate the mausoleum area; they couldn't withstand an investigation."
"You want to stab and hack that person? He's too powerful. I don't even have the right to look at him."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've received your favors, but I can't do anything about it."
"I hope you two will forgive me and stop using your supernatural powers."
He recalled the Grandmaster of Golden Marrow who, upon comprehending divine will, became so overwhelmed with emotion that his long roar echoed throughout the mausoleum area, only to be executed along with his entire clan.
Do you really not know that the Commander-in-Chief paid money to come in and learn martial arts?
How could that be? It's just that the unfortunate Grandmaster broke the rules on the surface, and in order to avoid implicating the tomb guards, he had to die.
same.
If this stone moves in any unusual way today, and the commotion is too great, it will alert the imperial guards.
He and Grandpa Tian Zhenfeng will likely meet the same fate, with their heads hanging and their bodies passed down through generations. Even Long Yiyan might be implicated.
Therefore, he can do nothing and is incapable of doing anything.
Anyway, this strange phenomenon has existed for ten years, and nothing has gone wrong all these years, which means we can just wait and see.
At the same time, he listened intently to what Grandpa Tian was doing over the other side of Ying Shi.
Tian Zhenfeng continued to breathe deeply, his true energy spreading like fire.
Therefore, what is seen on both sides of the shadow stone is not the same. After all, the divine will of the Martial Saint is actually a kind of imprint. Who knows what changes have occurred in the stone over the years?
Yang Silang originally intended to quietly endure half an hour, and then simply leave.
Sudden.
He felt a burning sensation inside his sleeve.
Yang Silang looked down and glanced at it quickly.
He had a pebble-shaped crystal in his sleeve pocket; it belonged to his aunt.
"Oh no..." Yang Silang's expression changed slightly. "It seems I've gotten into the habit of grabbing something as I go out today."
"I haven't fed her during the day. My aunt has been sleeping during the day and eating at night lately, so she must be hungry now."
"Hurry up and feed this little tyrant."
Yang Silang flipped his hand, and five-colored stones appeared in his palm. These were stored in his compartment and were given to his aunt as snacks.
On ordinary days.
As soon as the five-colored stone appeared, the little aunt absorbed the five-colored stone energy from it and ate it very happily.
But I don't know what happened today.
The five-colored stone in his palm remained completely still, without any change.
The little aunt, with her pebble-shaped crystal, suddenly inhaled a long, gray stream of air, as thin as a hair, which stretched outwards. Yang Silang looked in the direction of the stream and found that it connected to the shadow stone.
"useless……"
Yang Silang exclaimed inwardly.
He hurriedly shook the crystal in his hand, and with his other hand he made a cutting motion towards the gray stone energy, hoping that his aunt would understand what he meant.
Unlike other races of demons, crystal demons have a very long infancy period.
My aunt has always been a glutton since birth, and it's hard to say whether she has developed supernatural abilities and can understand human speech. In any case, Yang Silang tried to communicate with her by leaving his body, but she didn't respond at all.
Now he can only hope that his aunt can understand his gestures.
Unfortunately, her aunt ignored her completely and continued to inhale deeply.
Yang Silang watched with trepidation.
Fortunately, the Shadow Stone was enormous, about ten feet long and half a foot wide and thick, so the loss of some stone energy on such a massive body was negligible.
“Eh…”
"Something has changed!"
As the aunt inhaled the stone's energy, she seemed unaware that she had triggered some kind of internal restriction on the shadow stone.
Yang Silang opened his eyes and looked.
Suddenly, the little aunt in the palm of my hand became translucent, and a picture appeared.
On the two enraged martial saints in the shadow stone, numerous dense black runes appeared, seemingly forming chains that bound the two together.
At the bottom of the shadow stone is a runic array shaped like the Bagua (Eight Trigrams), with a round hole in the center. Below this array is a thick, twisted, black root that stretches towards the top of the treasure, the burial place of Emperor Jinghe.
Eight chains extended from it, locking the two Martial Saints in place. Dark, ominous flames burned on them, continuously devouring the blue and red divine intent from the Martial Saints' bodies, which fell into the round hole and were then teleported away through the tendril.
Du Mohu was blocking the round hole, and a large amount of his blue water essence was drawn away from him.
Mu Canghu, having been drained of much less, was now vigorously wielding his sword to slash at the roots beneath the formation.
However, every time he made a move, the runic chains would glow and solidify, binding his hands and feet and preventing him from exerting any real force.
Look at it more closely.
Du Mohu's figure blurred, and the ground beneath his feet also became ethereal.
Mu Canghu's figure was still very clear.
"What?"
Yang Silang was surprised and hurriedly looked up.
In the shadow stone, the two saints still wield swords and spears, shedding blood and tears.
There were no rune chains, eight-sided arrays, round holes, or roots whatsoever.
He lowered his head again.
The aunt's body clearly depicted such a scene.
"Hiss..." Yang Silang suddenly realized.
The imagery displayed on the stone when everyone was trying to comprehend martial arts was a censored version with some content removed.
My aunt is also a stone demon, belonging to the same category as this shadow stone. By absorbing the stone's energy, she inexplicably broke through the restrictions within, allowing her to see the real scene.
Those two seniors are so pitiful.
They cannot find peace in life, and they suffer even in death.
Daoist practitioners believe that the soul can survive even after the physical body perishes.
Physical death does not mean the annihilation of the soul.
For example, She Nu, born in the Shu Temple.
Sometimes, their souls would be captured by the enemy and subjected to torture.
The Martial Saint's Divine Intent can almost be seen as an alternative kind of divine soul. However, unlike the divine souls of previous cultivators, it cannot exist independently and must be contained within a magical artifact to survive.
At this moment, the two martial saints are essentially suffering from the torment of the formation even after death.
No wonder he grasped the true meaning of Mu Canghu's fire so smoothly, while he couldn't even touch the true meaning of Du Mohu's water.
Yang Silang originally thought he was close to the fire elemental energy.
In reality, the true meaning of Du Mohu's water within the shadow stone was almost completely drained, releasing only a meager amount of divine intent, which was far from enough for him to comprehend.
"Auntie, eat faster..."
"Auntie, please stop using your supernatural powers..."
Yang Silang silently prayed that his aunt would stop acting crazy.
The image clearly shows that these two martial saints were set up, and they have been fighting for more than a hundred years without being able to escape. It's truly tragic.
He looked down at his aunt with extreme nervousness, and on the cobblestones, the scene changed again.
The two martial saints seemed to sense that someone was watching them, and suddenly turned to look at him at the same time, shouting loudly.
pity.
Yang Silang heard nothing, but from their lip movements, it seemed that the two were asking for help.
I am but a minor master, and there is nothing I can do to help!
Yang Silang was quite helpless. "If even you two martial saints with your extraordinary cultivation can't solve this, what can I do?"
He watched as the eyes of the two martial saints gradually shifted from fervent to disappointed and numb.
The chains binding the two tightened, and the formation intensified its absorption of divine power, causing pain to appear on their faces.
"Fine, I'll accept your bribes!"
"Let's give it a try..."
Yang Silang reached out and touched his aunt's body. In the Niwan Palace, the merit wheel behind the true form of Ruyi Tianzun turned, and specks of golden merit light went straight into his aunt's body.
He didn't know anything about breaking the formation.
The golden light of merit can dispel all evil and external forces, so perhaps it can be of some help?
Even if it only alleviates the pain of the two seniors a little, it would still be considered a help, right?
A tiny bit of golden light seeped into the aunt's body.
on the screen.
Suddenly, a large area of golden light illuminated the eight-sided formation.
The black rune chains binding the two melted rapidly under the golden light, like thin snow under the blazing sun.
The eight rune chains extending from the eight-sided array crumbled inch by inch.
Du Mohu and Mu Canghu finally broke free of their restraints.
The two men's faces lit up with surprise, and suddenly they drew their swords and spears, causing water and fire to surge!
In an instant, the scene transforms into a world of blue and red.
The boundless water and boundless fire collided, unleashing a powerful and vigorous force that surged towards the black roots beneath the eight-sided array!
Click!
The thick, twisted black root that led to the imperial mausoleum was mostly broken off!
The Eight-Sided Formation shattered into large sections, forming black rune chains that were about to bind the two Martial Saints. However, Mu Canghu simply shook his body, and the chains shattered. Clearly, with most of the formation and its roots destroyed, the rune chains were no longer very effective.
However, their figures also became greatly blurred.
Du Mohu could barely maintain his form, while Mu Canghu's form became much weaker, and his feet had already become ethereal.
Mu Canghu raised his sword again, pointing it directly at the top of Jinghe Emperor's Treasure. His face was ferocious, and his killing intent was rampant. His remaining true energy was boiling, but it could not even cover his entire body, which showed that he was extremely weak.
Du Mohu pointed at Yang Silang, then at the two men, and shook his head to stop him.
The two martial saints exchanged a glance, already understanding each other's intentions. They then bowed deeply to Yang Silang, and each flicked their fingers, sending out a point of red or blue light that entered Yang Silang's dantian.
The two martial saints exchanged a glance, already understanding each other's intentions. They then bowed deeply to Yang Silang, and each flicked their fingers, sending out a point of red or blue light that entered Yang Silang's dantian.
Only then did the two throw down the swords and spears they held as if they were their own lives, and calmly sit cross-legged on the ground, letting the remaining black-lettered chains bind them again. Mu Canghu raised his arm slightly, and the chains broke apart.
However, the Eight-Sided Formation was severely damaged, and the black-inscribed chains were extremely dim, so they could only absorb a tiny bit of true essence from them, and the two barely managed to maintain their figures.