Chapter 113: Golden Spider King

From the sunset to the sun, the moon is in the sky, the cycle is endless, the heavens and the earth are in circulation, where do you want to preside over the soul?

I saw that my body did not have the spirit to preside over, and entered the realm of "can't be without thought". One stroke and one style, the two sets of boxing methods of tiger and butterfly were practiced one by one, changing yin and yang, harmonizing and softening, grasping the weight, and the soul of Hong Yi was sitting in the void, suddenly understood The true meaning of the realm of "can't be without thought".
Between heaven and earth, the sun rises, the west falls in the evening, the wind blows, the thunder and lightning, all kinds of sports cycles are endless, and the ancient times remain unchanged. There is no such thing as a supernatural host. This is the natural law of the Tao.
"Buddha said that there is no way to read, and the fairy said that the Tao is natural." Hong Yi understands this truth, and his heart becomes more aware.
Regardless of the physical training of the body below, Hong Yi relied on the realization of this point in the heart, merged into the cultivation of the past "Amitabha", between the running souls, in the void, constantly light and bright flashing, gathered Above the spirit of God, the invisible and unrelenting spirit is turned into a glass of general treasure moonlight Wang real body.
This gathering of "Baoyueguangwang" is three times faster than before. The soul of a few breaths is crystal clear, and the faint light is clear, such as a long lamp.
"Night Fork Wang Fork!"
Hong Yi feels that his gods should be enlightened and become stronger. The integration of "Baoyueguangwangshen" is more agile and tenacious, and the thoughts in the heart suddenly move, and a bad thought rises.
"Falling evil thoughts, becoming a night fork, can be a law-protection." Hong Yi quickly surrendered this evil thought, let the evil thoughts entangle, and gradually, this evil thought was turned into a huge three-strand steel fork!
At this time, the image of Hong Yidi has changed. The glass of the moon is generally on the ground of the hand of the moon. It has a long handle, and it is fierce and savage. At first glance, it is a timid weapon.
This weapon is still a land of condensation, but it is completely different from the moonlight in the body. The color of the glass is generally black, and it is very fascinating.
Hong Yi knows that this is the fork of the fork of the night fork, the fork of evil thoughts, is his own evil thoughts, condensing the moonlight into a land.
"This fork can hurt people."
Hong Yi looked at the evil fork in his hand, and he knew that this thing has been the same as the "Broken Soul Arrow". It can sever the enemy's soul. With its own visible level, it can fork and even destroy all the spirits of the underworld. !
In the realm of manifestation, the soul of the soul condenses the atmosphere of the heavens and the earth, and the changes are endless.
Hong Yi, who condensed himself into a nightmare of the evil spirits, knew that he really broke into the realm of realism.
This condensed into the "sick of the evil mind" can not be compared to the night of the king.
The thought of the night fork king, invisible and inferior, can only affect the enemies of the enemy, once the enemy is high, this confusion will not work.
However, this "fork of evil thoughts" is tangible and qualitative, can be seen by the naked eye, and has real power, not only can hurt the soul, but even hurt the body!
Even if the enemy's tunnel is higher than Hong Yi, it will be more or less damaged by this fork.
This is the difference between obscenity and physical formation.
"The evil thoughts are the night fork king, the killing is the king of Luosha, the murder is the king of Shura, the battle is the King of King Kong, the anger of the world is the destruction of the king." Hong Yi took a small step, from the "driver "Dacheng has cultivated to "conformity", and the heart repeats the five thoughts of the Amitabha record to kill the enemy's spirits. The heart has deepened the understanding of the scriptures.
In the past, the Buddha was more successful.
In the "Past Classics", the practice of the method, the method of fighting, is more clear in the heart of Hongyi.
"The future is a great Buddha, but it is only a practice of the law. It has no effect on the battle of the soul and the soul. In the Amitabha, it is the five devils that are really used in the battle of the soul."
"When Zhao Rongrong was trapped in the Xinghe River in the middle of the day, I could only keep the nature of the Amitabha Buddha. I couldn’t keep my nature. She couldn’t hurt me, but it’s still impossible to get out. It’s only angry. In the midst of the destruction of the King, only the endless starry sky is broken. The anger of the Buddha is really destroying everything and destroying everything."
The Amitabha Buddha is angry, and the incarnation of the Ming King is the destruction of the King of Ming.
Hung Yi once again remembered the battle with Zhao Rongrong on the same day.
But now he dare not try again, and he doesn't dare to think about it, let alone the real agglomeration. Because he is now in the realm of realm, he can only think of the king of Raksha, and reluctantly a little Shura.
"In the realm of ghosts and celestial worlds, I can see that I have destroyed the Ming Wang... But I really want to anger myself, gather the heavens and the earth, and manifest the destruction of the Ming Wang. I am afraid, I am afraid that it will be possible to achieve the Yangshen. !"
If you really condense the King of Destruction into a entity, Hong Yi can't think of it, and who else in this world is his own opponent.
But it is still early.
"Today's harvest is great, and the practice of martial arts is stable. When the locals broke into the realm of the martial arts, they also glimpsed the state of 'can't be without words'. The gods also really got to the realm of 'conformity'. If I go a few more steps, Wu will go to the great master. When the immortality is attached to the body, then it can really compete with Zhao Rongrong and become a master of the world."
Hong Yi suddenly looked at it, scattered the soul of the gods and condensed the moonlight, and returned to the body.
This return to the body, immediately stop the action of punching, Hong Yi felt that the blood circulation in the body, the bones of the bones, the muscles are eager to move, contains endless power, full of endless confidence, good state, full of energy, Jane An ordinary person can't reach the top.
In the current state of the body, Hong Yi has a feeling that he is a congenital master like the red chasing yang, and he can even fight.
However, Hong Yi did not take this vigorous energy to find the red chasing the sun, but sitting cross-legged, taking this eagerly eagerly stunned, body calm, breathing steady, and slowly fell asleep.
The heart and body are completely asleep and rest.
I woke up, it was the next day, the sky was bright, the birds screamed outside the window, the sunlight tree shadows shot into the house from the window, and the cool water in the yard was clearly perceived by Hong Yi. These scenes are natural. There is a moving color.
Oh! Oh!
Mu is watering the well in the yard, washing the clothes of Hong Yi, and then drying in the sun.
"No, I can't have Xiaomu to wash my clothes in the future. It has become a maid to me. How can this be done? Wait until the southern military camp, settle down, be sure to buy more reliable hoes, and let Xiaomu be a big lady." Shaking his head and shouting: "Xiao Mu, I will call everyone, let's go to the Huangpi Building in the town to eat, eat, and come back to pack things."
"Okay." Xiaomu promised.
Waiting for Hong Yi to wash for a moment, and sincerely, put the "诛邪" peach sword across the incense case, ignite the three-column sandalwood, worship for a moment, the mind and the sword are connected, the subtle induction is getting stronger and stronger, this stops It’s down.
This is a daily sacred martial arts practice.
After Hong Yi completed these homework, people gathered, and shed a few guards of luggage. Hong Yi and his party went to the Huangpu Restaurant in the center of Huangpi Town.
Huangqi Town’s glutinous rice, famous for its far-reaching, Hongyi once occasionally ate a meal in the Yuyuan Building in Yujingdi. The rice was fragrant, and the aroma between the teeth was not scattered for a few days, even when sleeping at night. That aroma seems to go straight into the soul of the dream, making people dream again and again, so there is a dream of Huang Wei. [This is not the earth world, so go pick up the idiom]
Southern rice, the best in the world, and yellow rice, the most in the South.
Hung Yi is not easy to come to the South Huangpi Town, of course, refused to miss the opportunity, a bit of a blessing.
Huangpi Restaurant is located in the center of the town, behind a quiet Yanjiang River, is a branch of Bailang River, a tea tree on the riverside, a bluestone dam, a quiet river, like a piece of pale blue crystal, which can be counted in the distance, many in the distance The children with bare bottoms play in the water, and some women who wash clothes use the stone to beat the clothes, making a rhythmic sound.
Seeing such a scene, Hong Yi really felt the taste of the waters of the seven provinces in the south.
The Huangpi Restaurant is very large, with more than ten buildings and three floors. It stands on the street in the center of the town. At first glance, it seems that the whole street is a restaurant industry.
Hong Yi and others came to bring the restaurant down. Some folks came up to meet them. They saw Hong Yi wearing a koi dress, a long sword with a waist, and a luxurious dress. They also followed a few faces and stabbed them. It seemed to be a match. The fierce servant of the eyes, knowing that the head is not small, did not dare to neglect, bent over and snored, and invited a few people into it.
"Come a bucket of yellow glutinous rice, a few pots of yellow glutinous rice wine, and you have more special remedies here, don't be too sullen and greasy."
Hung Yim let Xiaomu lose a few small silver cakes in the past. The buddy puts a handful of sputum in his hand, observes the color, has a frost-like texture, and uses his finger to bounce, and listens to the wind chimes to the ear. Loud, knowing that it is a good quality "Yu Jing money", immediately eyebrows.
Big dry casting silver coins, in the various government houses have mints, although the style is the same, but the color is biased, the world's silver coins, naturally the best in the capital of Yucheng Yujing, after casting, there is frost on the money The same texture, this is really "grain silver."
"This son, there is a little trouble in the hall, there is a good room on the top floor, as long as you have a little more money, don't know if you...?"
"Today is still in the morning, when I have not eaten the rice, how do you have so many people in the shop?" Hong Yi has already seen this street, and there are many people eating, horses, horse-drawn carriages, all of them are flowing, three religions, nine colors, all kinds of colors There are people, and my heart is already strange.
As soon as I entered the lobby of the restaurant, the hall was full of seats. Dozens of large tables were full of people. It was very noisy. Hung Yi looked at them and found that these people were wearing different bodies, and the body was obviously strong and strong. Ground, hidden weapons, between eating and drinking, if there is no one else.
"So many people, one is our Huangqi town, the yellow rice, the world is famous. Second, the recent Nanzhou ancient road, I heard that it is very unsafe, so many people are staying here. Gongzi, are you going to the south? Take the Nanzhou Trail?"
The buddy generally asked Hong Yi to go upstairs, explaining it.
"The ancient road in Nanzhou is very unsafe? What happened?" A red wrinkled brow was asked, and asked.
"I heard that there are monsters in the black wood mountain near the ancient road. Once in the evening, there will be harm, the ancient road of Nanzhou, a few hundred miles, all sides are barren hills, there is no one in the inn, to rest at night, it is necessary to sleep, This is simply sending the flesh of his body to the monster's mouth."
The buddy answered, and he was on the top of the restaurant.
The top floor of the restaurant floor has been cleaned up a lot. With a fine screen partition, it has made a lot of windows, and you can look at the mirror and the Yanjiang River. It is refreshing.
"Monster?" Hung Yi and Chi Chauyang looked at each other and had some surprises. They had to go to the south and they were going to take the Nanzhou Trail. I heard that the road was not flat. I thought it was like a black soil. Tao, but did not expect, actually is a monster.
Although the monster has seen it, the little fox in the valley, the old, pure fox family, can also be regarded as a monster.
Everything in the heavens and the earth has spirituality. Some of them have the wisdom to learn the animals that human beings cultivate. They can be regarded as monsters. But in the heart of Hongyi, such animal foxes are not so much monsters as they are foreigners. people.
As for the kind of monster, Hong Yi only read it in the novel notes, and the truth has not yet been seen. Even if there is such a monster, it will soon be annihilated by the official joint gate, the world is three avenues, too, right First, Fang Xian is not vegetarian.
"What monster is it? Is there a notice from the government?"
Hong Yi asked.
"What monsters do not know about the small land, just listen to the rumors, some dead people, have been wrapped into a large silkworm cocoon." This buddy put the seats in order, let Hong Yi four people one by one, "official, like Nanzhou that In the Shuiyang Province, the governor of Hongkang Province, the governor of Hongkang dispatched troops, sent Fang Xiandao Taoist to explore, but did not find anything, and later issued a notice, saying that it is to let the people of Nanzhou ancient roads be careful, then there is no following."
"Shuiyang Province governor Hongkang?" Hong Yi eyes flashed, Hong Kang officially Mrs. Zhao's second son, his half-brother, also, don't wear the world to kill the enemy!
"Okay, let's go." Hung Yi waved his hand and knew that the buddy couldn't ask anything. He was also a cultivator, and he didn't care about monsters, unless it was the world's eight monsters. Fairy.
However, the ghosts of the ranks of the Eight Great Immortals in the world have long been reincarnation, become people, and have nothing to do with the monsters, and will not fall to the point where they are harmful.
In a short while, the yellow rice is coming up. The rice is actually in the white with a rotten gold color. The aroma comes from the nose, and the appetite is greatly increased. When you eat it in your mouth, chewing, there is a fragrant smell, and it is round and fragrant. Chewing up, it is also very chewy. It is indeed the best in rice.
Shen Tiezhu, Xiaomu had a very happy meal, and Hung Yi also ate a few bowls.
Even standing next to the "Baiyun Wu Lao", "black scorpion, golden scorpion, silver scorpion" eight slaves, but also throat swallowing.
"Red brother, what do you want?" Hung Yi saw the red chasing the sun to eat, it seems that some are absent-minded, could not help but ask.
"I just heard that the monster on the road, the dead people are wrapped like a large silkworm cocoon, I think of a person." Red chasing the road.
"Who?" Hong Yi knows that the red chasing sun is widely known.
"Rousan Empire State Teacher, Golden Spider King." Red Chasing Yang Road.

Rousan Empire?
Hung-yi quickly turned his mind and recalled what he had read in the history of the Bible. He knew that this was another land empire on the eastern grassland, but the land of the imperial land was not bordered by Dagan, and it was separated by tens of thousands of clouds. There is no point in the border.
The vast grasslands are boundless, and in addition to Yunmeng, there are many large and small countries and tribes.
"The Eight Great Devils of the World, Peacock King, Heavenly Snake King, White King, Golden Spider King, Silver Shark King, Condor King, Black Wolf King, Fragrant Fox King. Cheng, this golden spider, tough and tough, the sword is difficult to break, a spit out, it is formed into a large net in the air, catching the birds, the eagle will be eaten by it, people will be spit by the net, it will move No, it becomes a scorpion, closing your eyes and waiting to die, but the most powerful." Chi Chauyang took a sip of sassafras, only then.
Hong Yi, this is the first time I heard the names of the eight big devils in the world, but I feel fresh.
"That said, in the black wood mountain in the ancient state of South China, the monster is a golden spider. Or the golden spider king?" Hong Yidao.
"Golden spider king status is lofty, how can a country's division appear here? But the golden spider thing~EbookFREE.me~ was born only in the tales of the ruins of the country, Dagan, Yunmeng There will be no, and this is also the map of the Rouran country, and this kind of golden spider, for the person who cultivated the Tao, after practicing the possession of the realm, as a body outside, very useful. Several elders in the Xuantian Pavilion One of them, there is such a golden spider, the medicine is more powerful with the elixir. When it is against the enemy, the spirit is attached to it, and it is strange and dynamic, spitting the spider's silk. If it is caught by the spider's silk, it is extremely top. Congenital masters, are difficult to get out, can only be slaughtered." Red chasing Yang Road.
"The body outside.
"Hong Yi nodded, but he knew that the monks, who practiced the possession of the realm, can be attached to the body of flesh and blood, control the action, some masters, the powerful animals, the magical medicine to feed more magical, encounter To the enemy, just attach it, and kill the enemy, it is the body outside.
Like this golden spider, it is so powerful, I am afraid that it is really equivalent to a boxing master.
"If it is a golden spider, then we just caught it. After that, my brother will practice what is outside the body." Xiao Mu looked up.
"This is just a guess, but we still have to go to the southern roads today. If there is such a fierce thing, we should pay attention to it."
Hong Yi eats while picking vegetables.
At this moment, footsteps came from under the stairs, and a woman’s voice sounded:
Man, is there anyone in the upstairs? Someone immediately squats, if it’s as messy as downstairs, disturb us to eat. Unpleasant, your restaurant will be open to the end."
"What kind of person is this? Is it so arrogant?" Hung Yi’s ear moved.