Chapter 339 Shadow and Blood Core

In the dark cave, the light of the torch reflected Duan Rong's face.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes focused, holding the tip of the Minghong knife in his right hand, carving on a rock...

He had swallowed the spirit of a carving knife from Xiao Yu, and had already acquired a certain level of carving skills.

Moreover, Duan Rong had already engraved the image of the Four Great Vidyarajas in his heart. He planned to carve four stone statues in this dark cave and build a mandala.

Not far away from the black blood vine, the remains of the wild boar were still oozing yellow pus, and bursts of stench came from time to time... But Duan Rong was unmoved, just staring at the statue in his hand, whose outline was gradually becoming clear...

This time, he was going to practice the Taizang Sutra directly to the eleventh level. What was this stench?

Half an hour later, Duan Rong picked up the statue of the Acala Vidyaraja in his hand diagonally, and blew away the stone chips on the surface of the stone statue.

In the light of the torch, Duan Rong carefully looked at the statue in his hand.

The size and shape were slightly larger than the statue he used to practice the fourth level of the Taizang Sutra in Xiao Yu's hands.

Moreover, the delicateness of the eyebrows and eyes of the statue in his hand was obviously better than Xiao Yu's four stone statues.

Duan Rong held the statue in his hand and glanced at it. In the corner behind him, in the darkness illuminated by the fire, the other three stone statues were also looming.

Duan Rong held the stone statue in his hand and came to a platform deep in the cave. He moved his eyes and placed the stone statue in the south.

After that, Duan Rong placed the other three stone statues in the corresponding positions.

At this time, he turned his hand and held the black blood fruit in his hand.

Duan Rong took off his clothes, smashed the black blood fruit on his chest, and then covered his body with the fruit pulp.

The pulp of the black blood fruit glowed with a faint red fluorescence in the dark. Duan Rong looked like a red-skinned savage at this moment.

The pulp of the black blood fruit soaked into his pores, and Duan Rong felt that his whole body began to hurt like a knife.

He did not dare to delay, and immediately sat cross-legged in the center of the four statues, forming seals with his hands, and his mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness...

A few hours later, outside the cave, the sky had already brightened, and deep in the cave of the black blood vine, Duan Rong was still sitting cross-legged. The pulp on his body had been absorbed, and only some broken skin and fruit seeds were seen on his exposed skin...

The torch inserted in the wall also burned out the oil, and gradually burned the firewood, which fell to the ground, splashing a little spark...

At the moment the torch went out, Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes in the dark.

His eyes were as bright as stars, and the fifth level of the Taizang Sutra had been achieved!

However, the next moment, a heavy feeling of fatigue spread in his soul. Duan Rong groaned with his eyes drooping, and struggled to stand up.

Although Duan Rong was very tired, he still went to the pool, washed himself, and then returned to his cave.

Duan Rong took his clothes and returned to the cave naked. He grabbed a towel and wiped the water stains on his body impatiently, then fell asleep on the stone bed.

When Duan Rong woke up, it was already late.

He put on his clothes, washed his face, and went to the medicine pavilion. He still remembered what Xia Honghua asked Pan Yong to bring yesterday, that if he didn't go today, he wouldn't have to go in the future.

Duan Rong walked into the three-story pavilion of the medicine pavilion, and was blocked by Xia Honghua at the curved counter, and was scolded.

Duan Rong also knew that he had gone too far, so he just touched his nose and listened to Xia Honghua's venting.

Xia Honghua was so angry that she almost couldn't breathe.

Duan Rong picked up the cup of tea on the counter and handed it to her, saying, "Have a cup of tea and take a break. You are really amazing. You can choke yourself by scolding someone?"

Xia Honghua looked at the cup of tea handed over by Duan Rong, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Don't give me that. Can you do the mid-year audit in July? If you don't want to do it, tell me clearly so that I can change someone."

"You took my contribution points but didn't work for me. You wasted my time." Xia Honghua said, and she actually sat there and cried. It really felt like an old hand bringing rain.

Duan Rong saw Xia Honghua like this, knowing that she was really worried about the account checking, so he smiled and said, "Look, why are you crying?"

"Last time I came here, didn't you say that you would check me according to the progress of your note? Isn't it the inspection date yet? You are quarreling with me?"

Xia Honghua wiped her tears with a handkerchief, took out the note from the drawer under the counter and looked at it, saying, "Isn't tomorrow the inspection date?"

"Then I am here, right? You can check tomorrow night. If you can't complete it according to the schedule, you can deduct my contribution points. Is this okay?"

Xia Honghua blew her nose with a handkerchief and looked at Duan Rong with tears in her eyes. "You said it. If you don't complete it, I will deduct your contribution points for a month."

Duan Rong laughed and said, "You are so mean. If you deduct my contribution points like this, won't I have to pay you back in the end?"

Xia Honghua pouted and said, "Who told you not to come for so long?"

Duan Rong waved his hand and said, "Okay. Just as you said."

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he entered the room and went to check the accounts.

Duan Rong didn't leave the medicine cabinet until dusk that day.

Xia Honghua finally looked better when she saw Duan Rong staying here for so long that day. She was really afraid before that Duan Rong would stand her up and cause her to fail the mid-year account check.

On the afternoon of the second day, Xia Honghua came to Duan Rong's account of the account and began to check the progress of Duan Rong.

She checked and smiled with her eyebrows.

Duan Rong's progress is obviously faster than her planning land, and the accounts are neat, separated, and clear.

Duan Rongdao: "So, how? You are so angry! "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "

"Hey! I really don't know how to do this?!"

Duan Rong said, sighing and shaking his head.

Xia Honghua looked at Duan Rong suspiciously. Is it really my son, is it too slow? However, she pushed up the progress of the middle -aged account.

Xia Honghua said: "I give you the lowest progress. If you can't finish it, I have to contribute to the contribution. You usually have to be okay, just go forward! How can there be a dozen? I won't show up, I thought you were picking up? "

Duan Rong could hear that Xia Honghua's speech was still wronged, and then said: "This time I am not right.

"Also invite Mrs., let me go." Duan Rong said, stood up, and looked deep at Xia Honghua.

Xia Honghua watched Duan Rong like that, and happily, said, "This is still like a attitude of admitting mistakes. Even this time. This is not allowed in the future."

"Yes." Duan Rong would pull the word long, and again.

Xia Honghua giggled and said, "Get up. Like worshiping the Bodhisattva in the temple. I worshiped me."

Duan Rong stood up and laughed: "The wife was originally a bodhisattva, why not do worship?"

Xia Honghua really wanted to twist Duan Rong's mouth, and said, "Say less these beautiful words, and coax the old lady.

Duan Rongdao: "Madam, rest assured! In the year of the year, the matter of checking the account must pass."

Xia Honghua glanced at Duan Rong and said, "You still have a conscience."

After Xia Honghua said, she twisted her waist and walked out.

Duan Rong looked at Xia Honghua's body disappearing at the door, wiped the cold sweat of the forehead.

It would be difficult to deal with if a woman was in trouble! Intersection

I do n’t know why, when I think of, Xia Honghua's cry yesterday, and there was a glimpse of the style when I left, Duan Rong was cold in my heart ...

Since then, Duan Rong has come to Xiahonghua every day. Two hours of accounts, the rest of the time have been struggling to repair in the hill in the business.

Only after the night, Duan Rong will go to the dense forest to supplement the devouring tree spirit. After knowing that the trees at home are full, they will hide the auxiliary drugs, take out the next layer of auxiliary drugs, and remove the black blood vine cave. Cultivate the next layer of fetal Tibetan scriptures.

After hard work until dawn, you can achieve a layer of fetal Tibetan scriptures.

Then go to your own cave and sleep for more than two hours, and then the red flowers will be tilted. After returning, you will refine the Zhengyang pills and cultivate the true qi. Between eight days, it has passed.

Duan Rong does not want to put all the time into the cultivation of the fetal Tibetan scriptures. However, when the cultivation of the fetal Tibetan scriptures, the shadow will be coming to the sea. When the gods come, there will be a huge pressure.

With the strength of Duan Rong Soul, it has been almost limited for several consecutive hours.

After achieving a layer of fetal tibetan scriptures, it is necessary to restore the soul. Otherwise, if you forcibly cultivate the fetal Tibetan sutra, he will be broken and died.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

These are also a good thing for Duan Rong to think about it in advance. He gives himself the time to cultivate the fetus and Tibetan scriptures. It is time to stay in the ten days.

In the early morning of this day, in the endless glory, the white mist was filled, and the sky was spread out from the gloomy clouds. Although it was already May, the temperature in the mountains was cold than the outside. In June and July, the summer will come.

With the summer, there are frequent thunderstorms.

At that time, thunderstorms would replace Bai Wu, which became a common landscape in this long stay in the mountains.

At this time, in the depths of the black blood vine cave, the torch has already extinguished, and there was no light in the cave.

A few days ago, the wild boar's corpse had been devoured by the black blood vine. After the wild boar corpse was swallowed, the stench in the cave was a lot light. On this day, only the faint odor fluttered in the cave. It's ...

In the dark, Duan Rong still sat in the center of the four idols. He closed his eyes and his face was quiet.

Duan Rong has achieved the fetal Tibetan scriptures on the eleventh floor.

His mental level has reached the twelfth level at this time.

Duan Rong was still at this time at this time.

He stood on the black land, and the milky white mist on the ground permeated his waist.

Duan Rong's eyes were clear and deep, looking up at the sky above his head.

His shoulders motionless, his chin and neck became a big blunt angle.

At this moment, his inner devotion is like a saint.

In the center of the sky, eleven stars are shining and reflecting each other.

These eleven stars are no longer standing, but around the center of the sky, rotating slowly ...

The outermost one is the milky white star that achieved the first level of the Taizang Sutra, followed by the blood-red star, then the toad shadow star, then the pupil star with a green glow... and so on, until the innermost one, which is the eleventh level star that Duan Rong has just achieved.

The eleven stars, layer by layer, surround the void in the center of the sky, slowly rotating...

At this time, a faint shadow clearly emerged in the void in the center of the sky.

The shadow, like smoke and fog, has a blurred face, as if a gust of wind will blow it away...

The shadow, in the void in the center of the sky, sits cross-legged, allowing the eleven stars to rotate around it...

Although the shadow has a blurred face, Duan Rong still recognizes it at a glance. The shadow is his own outline.

Moreover, at this moment, he can clearly feel that there is a sacred experience of fusion between his soul and the shadow.

He is the shadow, and the shadow is him.

That phantom was the manifestation of his soul core, the source of his soul!

Because of the emergence of that phantom, the originally weak connection between Duan Rong and those stars became unusually clear.

Deep in his heart, he could already know every star, and the connection between each star and him became stronger.

The moment the phantom appeared, his relationship with those suspended stars became as easy as using his fingers and arms!

Duan Rong stood there and looked up for a long time, and suddenly he had a deep doubt in his heart.

In his previous life, he had learned the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

Was it Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of being a butterfly, or was it the butterfly who dreamed of being Zhuang Zhou?

At this moment, he was in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, looking at the phantom, and his heart began to doubt.

Was he, who was standing in the center of the black earth at this moment, a phantom, or was the phantom like smoke and fog that appeared in the center of the sky a phantom?

At the moment when Duan Rong thought so, he clearly saw the shadow sitting cross-legged in the void, and his eyes suddenly opened on his blurred face.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Duan Rong who was looking up at the sky in the center of the black earth.

At this moment, Duan Rong felt cold all over!

At that moment, in terms of spiritual feelings, he and the shadow in the void were completely integrated and connected to each other.

He looked up at the shadow in the void, and at the same time he lowered his head from the sky and looked at himself who was looking up at the black ground.

At this moment, he was both a saint crawling on the ground and looking up devoutly, and a god sitting cross-legged in the sky!

Zhuang Zhou is the butterfly, and the butterfly is Zhuang Zhou!

Duan Rong's eyes were as bright as stars. At this moment, his soul seemed to be baptized, and his heart was full of satisfaction and humility!

After a long time, the piety in Duan Rong's eyes gradually faded.

He looked calmly at a corner of the sky, where a blood core was floating.

The blood core was only the size of a fist, with ravines and grooves on its surface.

This blood core was the origin of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, and the blood-glowing nebula collapsed into it!

After Duan Rong achieved the eleventh level of the Taizang Sutra, the Taizang Sutra in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness had obviously undergone a fundamental transformation.

The phantom appeared, and the eleven stars began to slowly rotate around the phantom...

Duan Rong had already tried it. If the origin of the Dirty Blood Divine Art was the current state of the blood core, he would not be able to activate the Dirty Blood Divine Art even if he wanted to!

However, if he communicated with the phantom and let it release the pressure on the blood core, the blood core would be able to return to a blood-glowing nebula in just a moment.

Once the blood core was restored to a blood-glowing nebula, Duan Rong could activate the Dirty Blood Divine Art immediately when he thought of it.

Now it seems that after the Taizang Sutra achieved the eleventh level, it took the initiative to seal the Divine Blood Art. Duan Rong could only activate the Divine Blood Art after communicating with the phantom through his mind and lifting the seal.

Duan Rong had always been quite afraid of the Divine Blood Art. Now that he saw that the Taizang Sutra could seal the Divine Blood Art in this way, he felt as if a thorn had been pulled out of his heart, and he felt relieved.