The clouds gather and the rain dissipates, and Jing Hua sits cross-legged.

Just now, when the "witch god came", strange changes occurred in the virtual realm. From birth to death, then from death to life, the body and soul turned violently and stirred, as if they had pried open a crack for the monk, allowing him to peek into the supreme Tao between heaven and earth.

It feels vague, as if it is there or not, as if it is there, but it is difficult to grasp clearly.

After being "blessed" by the witch god, Jing Hua felt his soul and his body further improved. Many fragile tendons, organs and organs could not withstand the test, and directly declined and disappeared from life and death, like having experienced a "cleaning" from the inside to the outside, from the soul and the body.

Jing Hua had originally had concerns. He practiced both spiritual and martial arts, and he had connected the four meridians in less than ten years, but he did not have any master's advice at all times. He lacked guidance from his elders and would inevitably leave chronic diseases, which would affect the stability of the "foundation building" and would affect the stability of the "foundation".

The classics have vaguely mentioned that major sects and families have secret experiences, which enables their core disciples to move step by step, relax and firmly, and their foundations to be extremely solid. The seemingly inconspicuous details have a great impact on subsequent advancement.

After the "Sheng Shen" ritual, even if there were any omissions before, they were completely eliminated by the "Shen Poison". In the final analysis, monks enter the Tao to practice, which is nothing more than "virtual" and "real".

"Solid" means the body and body. Jing Hua has been constantly encountering strange things. With the help of the "Shen Tong" ritual, the internal organs, tendons, and bones are all tough and strong, far beyond ordinary monks. "Virtual" means the understanding of the soul. Jing Hua was a human being in his two lives and had an innate advantage.

The eight foundation-building veins, each of which is a pass.

As the spiritual veins gradually penetrate, the monk can not only control magic weapons for longer and accurately, but also enhance the power of magic. Now his body is free and full of vitality, and there is a tendency to impact the "Sining Line".

Zhuoman knelt beside him, feeling mixed with joy and sorrow.

What was happy was that the "Shen Tong Ji" was progressing smoothly, and the materials used were "atomized" by only one-third, and the "sacrificial ceremony" was completed. She finally got what she wanted, received the blessing of the witch god "Bi Du" and successfully broke through the bottleneck of the soul.

What I worry about is that the process is a bit strange. The difference between the "male cultivator's sacrifice" was too great before and after the "sacrificial ceremony". Not only did they not go crazy and died in a mad manner, but they also got more benefits than her, which made Zhuoman very confused.

Jinghua is neither a "sacred man" in the clan, nor has he ever believed in the great witch of "barbarians and sacrificial despots". Where did the "sacred relatives" come from?

The two were not familiar with each other before, and had a "relationship" for some reason, and didn't know how to speak for a while. After a long time, Jing Hua sorted out his thoughts and took the lead in breaking his silence.

"Zhuo...Man, who is the sacred place of the great witch 'Yi Du'?"

The female cultivator turned around and leaned her head lightly on Jing Hua's shoulder.

"The holy book records that the witch god 'Yi Du' has great magical powers, which can not only save lives and heal wounded people, but also protect their homes and hunt foreign demons. Many tribes in the southern Taoist continent where I live worship witch gods, and 'Yi Du' is one of them."

Jing Hua stretched out his right hand, put on the female cultivator's slender waist, and gently stroked it up and down.

"The great witch 'Yi Du' is so generous that it not only allows you to break through the bottleneck, but also benefits me a lot. If I had known such a good thing, I would go directly to the southern Xinjiang road to find you. I have practiced together for three or five years, which is much better than going to seclusion alone..."

Zhuo Man moved his left hand upward and pinched Jing Hua's ventral side.

"It's not that easy, you see..."

Following her sight, Jing Hua discovered the "chaotic stone" on the ground. The stone obviously shrank and became the size of a mung bean.

Zhuoman murmured: "...The holy scripture is clearly written, the first time 'transmitting god' is the most effective. If you want to gain the 'god' again in the future, you must pass a higher-level 'god sacrifice'... Jinghua, do you have relatives and people of the tribe believe in the witch god's 'blade'?"

Jing Hua smiled and said, "The Jing family has lived in Lizhou for generations. I still know the name of 'Yi Du' from you..."

Zhuoman did not give up and continued to ask, "What about your mother? Is she also from Lizhou?"

Jing Hua was stunned and sat up straight.

"My mother rarely mentions my mother, only knows that she is a spiritual cultivator... She is not from Lizhou and died very early..."

Zhuoman spread his arms and hugged Jinghua from behind.

"I shouldn't ask randomly..."

"It has nothing to do with you. But today I have been delayed for too long. When I go out, my elders at home don't know. I'll come to see you tomorrow..."

Zhuoman leaned against his back and gently swept Jing Hua's earlobe with his lips.

"The 'sakura' is not over yet, you can't give up halfway..."

"oh......"

Jing Hua turned around and said in surprise: "We were not..."

"The 'Shen Tongshi Rite' is the 100-day sacrificial sacrifice of our clan. The divine power is as powerful as the sea, and it is not so easy to disappear. The new 'Divine Fate' of You and I need to be consolidated through the ritual."

Jing Hua smiled and lowered his head and kissed him.

"One word is determined."

When he walked out of the quiet room, the white wolf was waiting in the yard. When he saw Jing Hua, he immediately stood up, with his big mouth wide open and his mouth curled upwards. He never spoke outside, but just laughed "hohoho" in a naughty way.

"Bang!"

Jing Hua stretched out his left hand and took a heavy shot on the white wolf's head.

"Go away!"

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Jieling City, "Hongshun Tower".

"Bang..."

Duan Yihao's face was twisted, slapping the table "bang" and making a sound.

"Old Zhao! Zhao Congtian! It's been more than a year! Where is your way? Where is your master? Jing Hua has been back from Zhongnandao for many days, and he has not even damaged his hair. Twenty pieces of spiritual jade... There is still a lot of noise when thrown into the water, you..."

Zhao Congtian raised the wine pot and filled the two with fine wine.

"Brother Duan, don't be impatient, I'm afraid this matter will be discussed for a long time..."

"I can't settle!"

Duan Yihao waved his right hand and directly interrupted the other party's defense.

"Old Zhao, you have handed over ten pieces of spiritual jade into your hands! This is not twenty taels of gold or silver, what's the result? The mess of Jing's surname is safe and sound! There are so many spirit stones, I can just buy a talisman treasure and kill him..."

Zhao Congtian stood up and bowed deeply to the other party.

"Brother Duan, I did not arrange this matter well. Zhao took half of your losses. Please calm down your anger first, let's discuss it slowly..."

As he said that, Zhao Congtian handed a leather pocket, Duan Yihao shook his hand and opened it, and five pieces of spiritual jade were neatly arranged inside.

When Duan Yihao saw Ling Yu, most of his anger disappeared. Then he thought that the two of them had conspired and the other party suffered heavy losses. At this moment, he yelled and couldn't help but lose his composure.

He raised his wine glass and nodded to Zhao Congtian.

"Okay... Lao Zhao, I'll have this cup first."

The two of them drank all over, Duan Yihao asked with a gloomy face: "Old Zhao, then tell me, what's going on?"

"Brother Duan, the person who received our Lingyu is Liang Wujian. He is a well-known middle-aged man in Kuazhou. I have dealt with him before. As he said, Lingyu has been handed over to the hands of the monks of the "Xuanjia Gate". On the day Jinghua left Lile City, nine killing cultivators followed. Three were the foundation-building perfection, and the other six were all foundation-building veterans..."

Duan Yihao frowned, with a skeptical face.

"And what? Jing Hua is still jumping around. Did all nine fools be killed? Are they a stake?"

Zhao Congtian shook his head and said, "I don't know what's behind those nine people, but a few days ago, I went to find Liang Wujian, but I returned in vain. I heard that he has been missing for many days and now his whereabouts are unknown."

Duan Yihao hummed.

"Old Zhao, it's not that Liang or something. He is jealous of twenty pieces of spiritual jade, but he ends up running away with money, right?"

Zhao Congtian shook his head, his expression on his face was a little strange.

"Brother Duan, before delivering the Lingyu, in order to know the truth, I asked Liang Wujian for the list of killing Xiu. Last time I went to Kuangzhou, I asked by the way that the nine people on the list were unknown and have not returned to the 'Xuanjia Gate' yet."

"ah......"
Chapter completed!