Vol 3 Chapter 103: Distilling God into the Nether

In the night, the silent lightning flashed, and the guesthouse was illuminated in an instant. Sima Quan suddenly woke up. He took a few breaths, but found that he did not know when he actually slept.
He rubbed his eyebrows, and he couldn't remember what happened last night.
Suddenly, a very strong thirst surged up. He sat up from the couch, lighting an oil lamp on the wooden table. The light such as beans was very weak, and the remaining oil was not much. With a gap of tea, he reached out almost without thinking about it, but at this time, his fingers seemed to touch something, and a piece of yellow paper fell gently.
He hesitated, and stooped to pick it up, looking at the lights, seeing a few lines of handwriting written in cinnabar above, a few pens were like blood stains, and looked very dazzling.
"Transcript of a day, do not drink water."
"Transcript of the second day, don't leave the inn."
"Three days transcript, don't remove the mask."
What does it mean? Don't drink water? Don't leave this inn?
mask? What mask?
He touched his cheek, only rough skin between his tentacles, and nothing was worn there.
He just shook the yellow paper, and he was puzzled again. The handwriting was clearly written by himself. Judging from the transcript, he should have been here for three days, but his memory is still there last night. that moment.
He was a little uncertain right now. Was it really written by himself?
When the idea came here, he suddenly frowned. Who was he? What are you doing here again?
Seems like I can't remember.
He thought hard for a long time, but felt that there was something there, but he couldn't catch it, he felt very boring, and unconsciously reached out and lifted the kettle, shaking it, he could feel that there was only a sip of water in it.
He licked his chapped lips, hesitated to think of what was written on the paper, and finally put it down, but felt that the house was very boring, so he left the bed and rose to open the window.
It was another silent thunder, and the window was shone brightly. He glanced casually, but his eyes were frozen, a figure hanging from a tree trunk in the distance, which was suspected to be A person can see that long hair spread out, covering his face.
But when he wanted to see more clearly, everything outside fell into darkness.
He was tense for no reason, and could not help but breathe a few breaths, but he did not even realize that this reaction became more and more like a human with flesh and blood, but no longer the original demon.
Put down the branch window, insert the wooden tip tightly, and sit back on the bed, but at this moment, the body was slightly stiff.
He felt that there was another person on the couch, and he was now lying behind him.
He turned his body slowly, but the moment he turned his head back, the oil lamp struggled and bounced a few times, and finally came to an end. It suddenly went out, and the inside of the guest house suddenly became dark.
He didn't say a word, slowly reached out his hand, tried to explore, there was nothing there.
As if the choked throat was loosened, he exhaled, stretched out his hand and grabbed it twice on the wooden table, and quickly touched the tea cup, regardless of the reminder on the yellow paper. I drank the rest of the water and drank it so that there wasn't even a drop of water, so I put it aside.
A deep sense of exhaustion came up, and I could not wait to sleep.
The only remaining spirituality in his mind told him that he must not fall asleep, or he would lose something again, and may even sink forever.
He judged that all the roots should come from this body. If he can escape from it, he can be relieved ...
However, he just raised this idea, but a great fear came, telling him that if he was so fleshed out, he would also die because of it, and it might even be implicated elsewhere.
As for what it was, I only felt faintly related to myself, but couldn't recall it.
He worked hard to overcome the fear, instead of ignoring the exhaustion and hunger of his body, but sat down on his knees, and sat there motionless, following that trace of aura.
Under such insomnia, without eating or drinking, his body is gradually withered, but a little aura of light is always extinguished, and the loss of the physical body makes his mind gradually lively.
I don't know how long in the past, a voice whispered in his ear: "Do not sacrifice the world, do n’t have spirit; do n’t give up flesh, do n’t go into the gloom.

Before the two circles were closed, Sima Quan could not respond for a long time, and was originally prepared to send a detachment again. However, at this time, he seemed to notice something, but stood up and went in.
The next moment, he found himself standing in a land surrounded by dark cages on all sides. Not far in front of him, there was a yellow-robed Taoist sitting with his back to him, and at the same time a deep and ethereal voice came, "You What you have just experienced is your existence of human nature. Only by passing away can you become the true demon of Xuanyin. Why don't you want to? "
Sima Quan can understand the meaning of this statement, but although he is the body of Xuanyin Tianmo, he is practiced from the Quanquan classics. He is not a born demon, and is still a monk in essence, so he cannot really play Xuanyin Tianmo. Strength, of course, he also has his own advantages, but if humanity is eliminated, then he can undoubtedly exert more supernatural power than before.
But he thought for a moment, but firmly said: "Abandon people's hearts, I don't want to, and I'm born as a person, I should be a person."
The so-called person here does not mean the body in the world, but the cognition of the self. As long as he recognizes the identity of being a human, then no matter how the legal body changes, it is not a demon. Because the change of magical power is often exhaustive, so the different ways of thinking and the spiritual meaning derived from it are different.
The Taoist in the yellow robe who had his back to him didn't speak any more, stood up, and walked into the dark depths, his footsteps were unpleasant, but he went quickly, and soon disappeared into the darkness and never saw him again.
Sima Quan stood up, the surrounding scenes were broken, still standing in front of the inn, reaching out, fumbling on his face, but taking off that mask, and for a while, the weakness The feeling quickly left him, and some already fading consciousness also emerged clearly.
He is no longer flesh and blood, and his body is filled with majestic mana of destruction.
The mask still had a weird smile. Until now, he still couldn't figure out whether he had already worn the thing as soon as he entered here, or later he wore it in a fantasy state.
He silently inspected and found that he had an inexplicable understanding of a supernatural power, and perhaps he should not say so, but when it was said that it should have been a capable means that he had, but because the Taoism was incomplete, and now he has experienced this time. The twists and turns seem to be drawn out by people.
This supernatural power not only can reshape the flesh for himself or even countless demon heads, but also can match his heart and mind when confronting the enemy, turning the opponent into a flesh and body, and making him consider himself a mortal, just as he has experienced The fantasy-like scenes are so ordinary, so that they have a monstrous performance and no longer know how to perform, they can only fall into the red dust and continue to be consumed by the consciousness of spirit, until they perish.
At this moment he understood it. Only then was the man not trying to persuade himself to become a demon, but only to give him a chance to choose, or to abandon others, or refining them, and he made the latter choice. .
He walked forward with a large sleeve, and entered the inn again, but the scene inside was already quite different, but in front of him was a billowing river, unknown where it came from, and it was hard to see the end.
After he glanced at it, he didn't hesitate, stepped in, and made a loud noise, and he was caught in the muddy and deep river, and then went all the way to the unknown place with the current of Pentium.
In the Qing Palace, Zhang Yan glanced at the gates of the two realms. At that moment, he felt an obscure power. Often, it was left by the Ling You ancestor, and the specific conditions in it can wait for Sima Quan to return Ask again later.
After turning his thoughts on, he took a close look, and continued to stare at the movement in the silence. After a long time, he felt an induction in his heart, looking towards somewhere.
Looking for the essence of creation, unless you have reached the level of Dade, you will have the help of instruments and rely on your own machine to a great extent.
But this time, it was the Rendu Taoist who first discovered it, and found a piece of good fortune. Although it is an extremely small one, Ji Zhuang may use this to see the existence of distraction, so he did not have Without any hesitation, he immediately raised his fist, and then punched off!
The Rendu Taoist already sensed the essence of good fortune at this moment, but he did not immediately capture it, because he did not want to give this thing to Ji Zhuang Taoist in his heart, but wanted to swallow it himself. He believes that if the rest See, he will do the same.
But if you do it too eagerly, it is likely to be noticed by Ji Zhuang, so you have been cautious and worked hard to bring your own gas to an end, so as not to leak the situation here. An unbeatable collision came up, and then all the induction was dispersed, as if a calm lake wave was rushed in by a flood, and was chaotic in an instant,
The Rendu Taoist immediately lost his sense of the fragment ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Only under the collision of two methods, he also realized that it was Zhang Yan's act. He knew that the latter was powerful and had no intention of confrontation. I chose to retreat immediately.
Ji Zhuang Taoist can also see what happened here, can not help but frown deeply, he did not know that Rendu Taoist originally intended to obscure this fragment, but just saw Zhang Yan can take one step ahead to intercept the fragments that are felt by his own person, he is difficult It is confirmed that this is because of the weak performance of Rendu Taoists, and it is the same for all people. If the latter, it is impossible to carry forward the current affairs.
At the moment when things were tricky, if he was aware of it, he looked out, but the thin-faced Taoist man appeared there again, and he couldn't help but calmly said, "Taoyou came here again, but changed his mind. What? "
The man Shen said, "What are you looking for?"
Feeling the urgency behind his people, Ji Zhuang Tao felt certain in his heart and said, ‘This thing ca n’t be said for the time being, but respectful driving can really help me. As long as I am in my realm, I will be able to protect the respectful driving. "
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