Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 32

[Chapter 32]

Outside the area surrounded by Shi Feng, three alchemy cultivators probed in the air, and their consciousness spread out, covering a radius of 30 miles. One of them is Elder Gao Yue from Dragon City.

Gao Yue carefully searched for a full quarter of an hour before saying, “There is no trace, how about you?”

Tianluomen and Mo Xiezong’s cultivators shook their heads and said, “No, we can’t find any traces at all. Senior Brother Gao, let’s go back, these two teams are missing, just report to the sect.”

Gao Yue’s face was gloomy and she said, “One of them is the disciple of the city lord. Continue to check for a while.”

The female cultivator of Moxie Sect frowned and said, “Senior Brother Gao, the enemy who attacked the trial team escaped. We have also checked. It is a foundation-building cultivator of the Taoist sect. The tentacles of the enemy are so close, we have to go back to the city. Wait for the support of the sect. If there is a cultivator of Pill Formation attacking the city, the loss will be even greater.”

The elder of Tianluomen also said the same, persuading Gao Yue to turn back immediately.

According to the rules, three people are walking together, and two people are already going back. Gao Yue has nothing to do. He stares down angrily and says, “You wait for me.”

After all, Gao Yue cast a spell, and thirty-six rays of brilliance descended from the sky and blasted into the earth below, leaving clear marks.

“Let’s go.” After Gao Yue left the spell mark, she reluctantly followed the two cultivators of the pill formation. It will take several months for the spell mark to disappear. Once the Dragon Control City disciples appear, they can sense it. With the legacy of this spell, they can also know it three hundred miles away.

Ye Ting also didn’t know that the people outside were looking for the two teams. He collected his mind, stabilized his emotions, and slowly turned Qinglian Jiange to the second page.

In the center of the yellowed paper, an ink mark hit the bottom of the eye, a stroke from top to bottom, vertical and straight.

A voice sounded without warning in Ye Ting Zi Mansion’s Sea of Consciousness, and the silt couldn’t block it.

“Ye Ting, you know the guilt!”

Ye Ting’s soul sits in the green lotus, pure and flawless, all impurities are taken away by the force of karma, he is a little dazed, what’s my fault?

This feeling was too short-lived, Ye Ting didn’t realize it, and immediately, in the silt, the memory of the tenth generation trembled with the sound.

Ye Ting couldn’t recall anything, but felt that his soul trembled, and thousands of emotions hit his heart.

This thought had no cause and no effect, but Ye Ting burst into tears. A sword intent silently appeared in the sea of knowledge of Zifu and submerged into Ye Ting’s soul.

Ye Ting’s three thousand six hundred and ten acupoints vibrated at the same time, and in his soul, the Sword Intent of Time, Qinglian Furious Sea Sword Intent, and the second Sword Intent of Qinglian Sword Song were entangled and merged with each other.

Looking at the sword manual again, there are several lines of writing under the vertical ink marks.

It reads: In the seventeenth year, Devil May Cry National Master refined 30,000 babies as weapons, I would strike at them with a sword, and ask them to beheaded in the street, what a pain!

The handwriting was flying like a phoenix, but it didn’t have the arrogance of the first article, but instead, it turned into an image in front of Ye Ting’s eyes with an indescribable pain.

Thousands of miles of Hanhai, Xiongcheng stands tall, and people kneel down on both sides of the long, khaki-colored street. One hundred and eighty strong men with naked upper body carried a giant chariot. Above the giant chariot, in the center of the Golden Lotus Throne, sat a thin monk.

The monk is wearing a light red cassock, his eyebrows are lowered, and there is a sense of compassion.

The giant chariot stopped, and the young man with a blue-clothed iron sword stopped in front of him. The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and in the pupils, a blood-red vortex revolved in the opposite direction, and the yellow sand flew up and turned into a deep red, like a sea of blood, rushing towards the boy. In the red sand, the shrill cry of a baby could be heard, and it was extremely tragic.

The young man turned a blind eye and looked sad. He raised his iron sword and shouted: “Devil May Cry, you know the guilt!”

In the monk’s eyes, the blood-colored vortex only stopped for a while, and the young man’s figure had turned into a meteor, leaped up, and fell with a sword. The monk’s neck was broken, and a head flew into the sky.

In the red sand, 30,000 blood infants were inexplicably angry and rushed towards the young man. On the young man, the blue lotus shadow bloomed and spread, and 30,000 blood babies were killed with a sword.

Looking at the young man again, his eyebrows were raised like swords, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes. He looked around at the people kneeling on both sides of the long street, and abandoned the sword. On the long street, the voice of the young man echoed: For the tiger…

Qinglian Swordsong’s second form – Inquiry and Execution.

Ye Ting’s 3,610 acupoints withered down at the same time, and his true energy disappeared. In the sea of knowledge in the Zifu, on the green lotus in the demon world, the soul is sad and unable to control itself.

He didn’t know where the remorse came from, the memory of the tenth life was stuck in the mud, so close at hand, as far away as the world.

Master, I am sorry for you!

The sand grains formed by memories trembled in the mud, but he should not be greedy. He stretched out his hand and let the Buddha’s karma contaminate the conferred gods list, destroy the sect’s reliance, and sink 300,000 miles of rivers and mountains for millions of years. The inheritance is cut off.

If you ask about punishment, you can ask about sins in previous lives.

The rhythm of the Qinglian sword song flows, and the condensate chapter appears quietly. The deeper the pain, the faster the realization.

The three thousand six hundred and ten acupoints shrunk, and the true qi gradually condensed. The condensate is great, the first glimpse of the door.

I don’t know how long it took before Ye Ting opened his eyes and his cheeks were cold. There was still sadness in his eyes, but he didn’t know where the emotion came from.

Asked what the crime was like, he already knew. How are you, you can’t understand.

Use your own pain to break the opponent’s defense. As soon as the opponent’s defense is broken, he will naturally invite Jianyi to come and kill him. In the sword manual, the young man is only condensed liquid, and the Devil May Cry National Teacher has already formed the elixir.

This sword, I learned it myself, but I don’t know the cause and effect.

Pain, Pain!

The handwriting on the sword score was like a sharp blade, rolling in Ye Ting’s heart. Ye Ting lay down slowly, turned his head sideways, and both the sword and the Diyan Sword were in front of him. Below is the free world where everything is upside down. Trapped here, alone, hurt, crying, so lonely.

Ye Ting, you have to live.

The father’s face appeared, and he looked into Ye Ting’s eyes lovingly.

OK, I’m going to live. No matter what happened in the past, just look at this life!

Ye Ting sat up suddenly, grabbed the Diyan Sword in his hand, and shouted angrily, “Ye Ting, you are guilty!”

In the space, there are echoes of Ye Ting. You are guilty! you know the guilt…

A sword light lit up in Ye Ting’s Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness, slashing towards Ye Ting’s soul. In Ye Ting’s soul, a sword light also flew up and greeted him.

“I am innocent.”

Ye Ting retracted his sword, his voice trembling a little, and said to himself.

In the sea of knowledge of Zifu, sword lights clashed, and two by two dissipated. Ye Ting felt exhausted both physically and mentally. He consumed more than 90% of his infuriating energy, and was almost exhausted.

The soul on Qinglian also slowly fell, and Qinglian closed up to protect Ye Ting’s soul. Ye Ting fell into a drowsiness, but still sat on the ground, holding a long sword of earth flame, with a four-foot sword in front of his knees.

After waking up again, three days later, Ye Ting felt full of energy and the pain in his heart disappeared. It turned out to be such a method of practice, repeatedly sharpening one’s own soul.

This sword is more dangerous than Qinglian Furious Sea. It is easy to learn by yourself, but difficult to master.

Because now I am a little afraid, afraid that when I go to practice again, the sword will come down and I can’t bear it. In the midst of pain, it is easy to make choices, but in peace, one has to lose courage.

Without questioning the punishment, you can continue to practice. The Qinglian sword song has been generated and circulated all the time. The 3,610 acupoints are extremely full, and they are no longer worried about stealing the infuriating energy from the ten-direction purgatory space.

Since swordsmanship has already seen the door, why pursue small success?

Looking back, after I cultivated the Inquisition, the power of Qinglian Furious Sea has increased significantly, and the changes that follow are all in my heart. This feeling of control has never happened when I manipulated the Thunder Forbidden Pill.

To practice, or not to practice?

Ye Ting looked at the reflection under him, and couldn’t help but think of the lights on the other side of the dragon sacrificial platform. At that time, have you ever hesitated?

Ye Ting’s eyes gradually firmed, he slowly raised the sword of fire, and said solemnly: “Ye Ting, you know the guilt!”

Since then, Ye Ting has no spare time other than drinking the spiritual fluid to replenish nutrients and restore his true energy. With a shout, his coma was getting shorter and shorter.

The pain in his heart has not diminished, but his soul has become more tenacious. The sword intent in the soul solidified, and each time it dissipated in the duel with the sword light that came, the speed of recovery was accelerating.

On the 66th, Ye Ting did not fall into a coma when he cut out the hundredth sword.

The consumption of the acupuncture points in the body is less than 60%.

Asking the guilt and beheading, so far!

Joy suddenly struck, Ye Ting threw the Earth Flame Sword, and formed a thunder seal with both hands. In the laughter, the magic thunder struck three times in a row, without even using the Thunder Forbidden Pill.

Although he can only cut out one sword, after one sword, he still has the fighting power. Hundreds of swords to destroy, eventually pay off.

Putting away the thunder seal, Ye Ting calculated the time. If the master still did not come within a hundred days, he would have to use the escape talisman. Counting sixty-six days later, I don’t care about waiting thirty-four more days.

Every time you use the Escape Talisman, it is equivalent to consuming ten years of your master’s lifespan. That’s all, I haven’t completed the Thunder Seal of the Little Heavens, so I might as well continue to practice here.

When Ye Ting was at sea, Xiao Zhutian’s Thunder Seal was close to breaking through. It was just a malicious look that woke him up. Now this environment is closed, just to make up for the last regret.

The bluestone is strange and unusually hard, and the place where the sword talisman tries to attack will slowly recover. If used as a target, the effect is better than the cloak demon.

Ye Ting was not in a hurry, and took the spiritual liquid first to restore his true qi. When his physical condition was adjusted to the best, Ye Ting released the All-Heaven Thunder Forbidden Pill.

With the previous experience, Ye Ting’s two-handed thunder marks changed, and the speed became faster and faster. In the cave, the bluestone powder was flying, and the thunderous sound was rolling, repeatedly stirring. Ye Ting did not control it at all, and his infuriating energy was quickly consumed. Seeing that the True Qi was about to be depleted, Ye Ting dissipated the Thunder Seal, took a Pill containing the Qi Demon, and slowly activated the Pill Mark with the Demon God Breaking Spell before swallowing it in his stomach.

The infuriating energy was surging and the source was endless, Ye Ting let out a long roar, and then formed a thunder mark on his hands.

When the three kinds of thunder marks in his hand no longer changed and merged into one, a thunder light burst out without warning and slammed on the stone wall. A big hole like a bucket appeared, as deep as ten feet!