Chapter 347 Heart Demon

Then he walked two or three hundred feet forward. The terrain was different, and there was a huge turning point in front of him. The river roared and poured down from a place dozens of feet high. The flow was extremely fast. Under the clear light, it could even faintly see that there were huge boulders on the cliffs on both sides of the banks being forcibly stripped out by the undercurrent and downstream.

Wang Chan runs the yuan god and integrates into the precious green lotus. As long as the light shines on the place, everything is revealed in front of him. His feet stand on a rock at the bottom of the river. Under the waterfall in front of him, the bottom of the river is also curved and uneven, and the mud and sand are piled up into hills, and countless reefs come out of the ground, sharp as knives. There are countless dark caves on both sides of the cliff, large or small, lined up, and many fish and shrimp probe into it.

"Why hasn't that Quanyi caught up yet?" Wang Chan moved his steps and found a stone cave with a height of more than one person under the cliff on one side. He only walked in, and the clear light permeated. The mud full of water in the cave was immediately squeezed out, and a dry and clean bluestone ground appeared.

This big river runs between the mountains. Dozens of mountains turn down, and the gap between the upstream and downstream is huge. A waterfall is often formed in more than ten miles. Therefore, the undercurrent undercurrents of the river is turbulent. Over time, the stone walls are washed away, and many caves are formed under the cliffs on both sides. The small ones are like fists, and the big ones become holes. Go deep into here and hide the best place.

Wang Chan plunged into the water. After his whereabouts were exposed, Zhang Quanyi would not leave him. Finally, he chased him. Unexpectedly, he waited at the bottom of the river for a moment, but he still didn't see anyone. He was still strange. At this time, his heart trembled suddenly, and there was a warning sign. The nine yellow springs that were originally wrapped in the treasure-colored green lotus seemed to be nourished by the water vapor of the river. When they recovered, they actually jumped out like living creatures, drilling out of the clear light, as if they sensed the call of Wu from hundreds of miles away and wanted to fly away.

"Qinglian!"

Wang Chan was slightly surprised in his heart. He quickly stretched out his hand and pointed to it. The yuan god suddenly gushed out of his eyebrows. When he opened his mouth, he opened a few mouthfuls of essence on the precious green lotus. Suddenly, the lotus flower petals were in full bloom, trembling, flying away from the top of his head. In a blink of an eye, it turned into the size of a mill. It rotated in the water, and then the way was clear and brushed. When he came down, he firmly bound the nine yellow springs in front of Wang Chan.

The lotus flower is out of the mud but not stained. Its original name is Gao Jie, not to mention the magic weapon made from the spiritual roots of heaven and earth such as the nine-grade green lotus. In the Taoist Qingqi, it has the innate effect of abandoning and suppressing all evil spirits. The nine yellow springs are condensed by the mana of the Tianwu family for countless years, but at this moment, without the master's control, just like The same rootless water. As soon as it was together with the treasure-colored green lotus, it was immediately suppressed in all directions. It had to shrink its volume and once again turned into a yellow jewel the size of a sea bowl, motionless, allowing the clear light to be wrapped outside layer by layer.

It was not until this time that Wang Chan really saw the appearance of nine yellow springs. He saw that these nine yellow springs were divided into nine. They were all yellow, and the water vapor inside was turbulent and endless. From time to time, they turned into a black hole, gloomy and dark, like a deep and bottomless wellhead. It's just that in the yellow spring, the magic rolled. As soon as I stared at it for a while, there were countless changes in my mind.

These nine yellow springs seem to be able to sense the changes of people's hearts anytime and anywhere, and immediately give birth to corresponding scenes in them. On the Huangquan Road, there are all kinds of horrors, revealing all kinds of terror, and looking through people's desires. If it hadn't been for Wang Chan's heart, the spirit would be as solid as a rock, and the spirit of boxing was deep into the bone marrow and unshakable. Only this After a few glances, I was afraid that my mind would be shaken, and I was gradually fascinated by my mind.

All kinds of changes appeared in his eyes. After a blink of an eye, Wang Chan couldn't help hearing bursts of wonderful sounds in his ears, sometimes like the sound of nature, like the wind blowing grass, insects singing and birds, sometimes as if they were in full of the air, thousands of sounds, pouring into his ears together. The mysterious place was simply incredible.

At the same time, under his body, all five aggregates are born, his eyes are full of colors, his skin is **, his touch is warm and fragrant, and even his mouth is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty for a while.

I just looked at the nine yellow springs carefully. In an instant, the spirit of the yellow spring attracted the magic thoughts in my heart, encouraging Wang Chan's mouth, eyes, ears, nose and tongue, and six thieves and five poisons came together.

This sound and light sensing echoes each other, pulling one hair and moving the whole body. Although it is not a real knife and a real gun, it sacrifices its life to fight, and the blood splashes, but the danger is enough to make any spirit practitioner change the color. No matter how magical it is, as long as the heart is a little worse in kung fu, as long as the heart demon moves, it can immediately make people lose their minds first, and then lose their bodies. If it is light, it will go to the devil, muddle-headed, and the heart will change greatly. It can't even be saved.

The "Jiuyou Huangquan Dafa" practiced by the Tianwu family is originally a ghost secret art. After the transformation of the yuan god, the yellow spring is full of magic. Even if no one controls it, it can spontaneously show great power. A little charming mind and inducing the magic power of the heart demon are just one of the most basic means of these nine yellow springs. If it were Tianwu's personal self-driving control, it would turn into a fantasy of Huangquan. Even if it is meditated for a thousand years, the Buddha's great virtue of the heart is like a pool of dead water can't stand it.

"Dur!" Wang Chan suddenly stretched out his hand and made a fingerprint on his forehead and eyebrows. He pulled it out. The fierce light in his eyes shot out four or five feet away. "My life is up to me. I say it by myself. Since the tiger grabs the food and grabs you in your hand, I am naturally not afraid of you from it!"

With a deep shout, Wang Chan used the magic sound. The voice shook all over his body and buzzed, and then there was the sound of countless Taoist people reciting the truth of the scriptures, resounding through the void around him. The scenes and all kinds of magic sounds in the yellow spring suddenly turned into nothing in a blink of an eye as if being watered with snow by boiling water.

On the mountains and seas, at this time, there were still thunder rolling and thunderstorms. On the 108 mountains around, all of them flashed dazzling electric light. They were gathered together by Tai Weizi's flying sword, constantly releasing thunderbolts and bombarding down.

Where the thunder light is located, in a vast area within a thousand miles, except for him alone, there is only the Tianwu family's Styx God at the entrance of the Magic Palace. The waves are turbulent and rolling. Although they have been suppressed on one side, they have not retreated.

From here, in an ancient palace in the deepest part of the mountains and seas, there are two people talking at this time.

"Your Majesty, Zhang Quanyi has retreated, and only Tai Weizi is still outside, presiding over the array. Do you want me to lead the troops out and summon a million ghosts at this time?"

"No, there is no room for loss. Your duty is to inspect the magic palace and suppress the black rope mud plough fantasy below. It's not your General Huo's turn to take action on things outside. Although my skills have been suppressed and my vitality has been consumed a lot by the thunder, it is not a problem if I want to hold on for a few hours. It happens to take advantage of the five-eous thunder array of Taiyimen to help me refine the impurities in the yuan god. Through this, at least I can save my five hundred years of retreat. On the huge throne, three feet tall, Tianwu, who was only tied a gem and jade belt on his forehead, suddenly frowned slightly.

"The young man named Wang Chan, I don't know where he came from, can actually block the magic illusion of **, which is amazing. It seems that only after a few hours can the air machine sympathize and recall the nine yellow springs. It's a pity that such a change happened in the middle of the journey, otherwise Huangquan Yuanshen would have been born through disasters, and he could also remove Luohu's ban a hundred years in advance and return to me.

Two green lights suddenly shot out in his eyes, and one end disappeared into the void. There seemed to be a scene of mountains and a big river running down, but it was Wu's magic power on this day. Even if his cultivation was suppressed in half, he could still roughly feel some clues of his nine Huangquan shen. On that side, the nine yellow springs suddenly burst out, and it was also sensed by his call that he launched his magic power and attracted Wang Zen's heart demons. But how did he know that Wang Zen's heart was the strongest. After decades of hard practice, he was full of courage and diligent efforts. A heart had been polished by him for a long time, like a diamond crystal. And the body is also covered with the clear light of the precious green lotus, which is invulnerable to all evils. Once the nine yellow springs are launched, whether it is six thieves or five poisons, it will have no effect on Wang Chan.

At the same time, Tianwu also felt wrong. The connection between his own gods became more and more obscure, and after a short time, he could no longer feel it. Only then did he know that Wang Chanjue was very human.

At the same time, Wang Chan under the river shouted and drank back the heart demon invasion. At the moment when the nine yellow springs retreated, he also vaguely mastered something. Knowing that the change just now, it must be Tianwu's summoning behind his back, but now there is still time, and he is not afraid that Tianwu's real body will fly to him. Looking around, I saw that the quiet nine yellow springs were still entangled and kept swimming.

Each of these nine yellow springs is the endless yellow spring magic qi of Tianwu's under the earth, which was integrated into its own essence and vitality. It was only exercised for thousands of years. Each of them contains a lot of Tianwu's painstaking efforts and magical power. As long as Wang Chan can successfully refine one of them, he can get a cultivation, and the mana will soar geometrically.

If all the nine paths are refined and absorbed, the benefits that Wang Chan can get will be endless, and even become a top master, which can compete with Tianwu, a peerless murderer inherited from ancient times to the present to some extent.

"On that day, the Wu family was controlled by Luohu's ancestor, and all nine Huangquan ancestral gods were scattered. Now they have been re-gathered, but they can never eliminate a mark set by Luohu's ancestor. They can't really integrate themselves and feed the ontology. It is said that it is his ancestral god, rather than a magic weapon. However, Luohu's ancestor's method was also ingenious. He slapped a sweet date and must have passed on a sea of blood. Otherwise, how could the Wu family practice another Styx River outside the nine yellow springs that day? --

(to be continued)