Although there were some changes in karma in this world, Chen Ang was a patient hunter. He knew that this was just a slight test from the main god, so he did not pay much attention to it. At least, he would wait until the prey had nowhere to retreat and had no hope of escaping with its tail cut off. Only then would he strike with the speed of lightning and end its life.
He had just started to practice magic treasures, and it was the time when he was full of inspiration. Before dawn, he walked to a Sky Opening Cliff not far from Xi Xia Temple and waited for the sun to rise to collect the first purple gas. When the red sun rose and the clouds parted, he would absorb the purple gas from the east to nourish the Milky Way Dharma Power in his Dantian, so that the Dharma Power would have a trace of purple gas, which could nourish the Primordial Spirit.
The time to collect the purple gas was only the moment when the sun rose. In the remaining time, Chen Ang spat out the eternal lamp flame and used the Milky Way Dharma Power to collect the True Fire of the Sun from the sunlight and integrate it into the magic treasure. The True Fire of the Sun was one of the seven true fires in the universe. It was also called the Fire of the Sky. When it was refined into the common fire from wood, it would increase its power.
The eternal lamp flame was just a common fire, so it was not good. Chen Ang wanted to collect the True Fire of the Sun to improve its origin.
If he could collect the True Fire of the Sun from the sky, the Poison Fire of the Ancient Earth Lung under the crust, and the eternal lamp flame, he would be able to cultivate the True Fire of Samadhi. He would have the power to burn mountains and boil seas, and cultivate demons to achieve Dao. It would not be weaker than any magic treasure.
Of course, it was still too early to talk about this kind of hard work that could easily take hundreds of years.
The Milky Way Dharma Power engulfed the whole mountain like smoke and fog. Chen Ang soon felt the agitation of the spirituality in the eternal lamp flame and knew that it was time. If he continued to collect it, it would hurt the spirituality of the flame, so he stored it in his Dantian to nourish it.
Beside the stream, the Red Serpent Mochou was also absorbing the essence of the sun. When the warm morning light disappeared, the sun became more and more violent, and it was not suitable for a snake of Yin attribute like Mochou to degenerate its Primordial Qi. Chen Ang took Mochou down the mountain and walked towards Xi Xia Temple.
Before he entered the door, he saw a young man in a sorry state rushing out of the temple. The young man pointed at his nose and scolded, "You evil Taoist! You released a snake to harm others and caused me to be poisoned. You … you will pay with your life! " Chen Ang saw that his face was covered in rashes and he did not look human at all. His whole body was covered in dust and mud. It was obvious that he had tasted the pain of being burned by the Meridian Two Hour Fire yesterday.
Thinking about it this way, it was only natural for him to be so resentful.
However, Chen Ang was not his father, so why should he sympathize with his suffering? Seeing him pointing at his nose with a fierce look on his face, he immediately sneered. While he was still making a fuss, he absorbed his aura. He casually broke off a branch from the bushes beside him and used his transcendence energy to slap his aura in.
Wang Ming, who was shouting, did not know when to stop. Seeing that Chen Ang did not respond, he actually wanted to take two steps forward and get in front of Chen Ang's face. His uncle, Wang Changluo, looked on coldly from the side. He was probably looking for someone to hold Li Ning back so that he could not help Chen Ang. Chen Ang wasn't willing to let Wang Ming's spittle splash on him, so he casually pinched one end of the branch. Wang Ming suddenly cried out in pain, clutching his ankle as he fell to the ground.
"Oh! Sorry, I'm looking in the wrong direction! " Chen Ang turned the branch around and casually found a piece of cloth, wrapping it twice around the other end. Wang Ming's hands and feet seemed to be tied up, his mouth gagged, and he could only make muffled sounds.
The onlookers were originally prepared to teach this little Daoist a lesson for the sake of Master Wang Changluo, but now that they saw this scene, how would they dare to do so? They could only watch as Chen Ang swaggered away, calmly escaping.
Only after he left did someone mumble to himself, stammering, "Demon … Demon Dao!"
An old man whom Wang Changluo trusted quite a bit, trembled as he placed his luggage at his feet. Without even taking back his wages, he said to Wang Changluo, "Master, I don't dare to take this job anymore. Please be merciful, Master, and let me go!" Without waiting for a reply, he stumbled out of the mountain. Wang Changluo forced himself to cheer up, and asked someone to send him his wages and luggage.
He then put on a good show in front of everyone, comforting them with kind words and putting on a show. Finally, he managed to calm the anxious and uneasy hearts of the people.
At this time, Wang Ming had already broken free from the impeachment of Mo Sheng's magic. He looked in the direction in which Chen Ang had left in fear and shouted to his uncle, "The branch, that branch!" He wanted to snatch it back, but his uncle didn't dare to let him go. He pulled on his clothes and said, "Good boy, do you want to be defeated by the devil again? We can't wait to avoid such a demon, and you still want to send yourself to our doorstep? "
"If we don't get that branch back, even if we run a thousand miles away, we won't be able to escape his impeachment!" Wang Ming shouted.
It wasn't that they were knowledgeable, but that this spell was really famous. From the Witchcraft of the royal family to the common people beating up villains, this spell could be seen everywhere. It could be said to be the most well-known and widespread spell since ancient times. It was also the representative spell of the Masters, Taoists, and even the Gods and Sorcerers. Not only did it have a long history in the Central Plains, but it could also be seen in Western magic and African voodoo arts.
It was really the most widely varied spell in the world.
Wang Ming's uncle scolded, "He can capture your soul with just a casual pat. If you go now, who knows what other evil spells he has. You'd better follow me and invite your two Uncle-Masters Zhou and Yang, and ask for a good karma from that person and dispel that spell! "
That young Wang Ming was just angry for a moment. Now that he had come back to his senses, he was also scared out of his wits, so he followed his uncle's orders.
Not long after, Li Ning helplessly brought Wang Ming to knock on the door of the wing room where Chen Ang lived. At this time, the rash on Wang Ming's face had gotten better and he could see people, but this also meant that the next 'pain of being burned by fire' was coming. He looked around and suddenly cried out in surprise, "Uncle Li, look at the sky!"
Li Ning raised his head to look at the sky, and sure enough, he saw a white crane with coir feathers circling in the sky. The crane's cry was clear and melodious, and it descended to the back of the main hall.
Chen Ang stood behind the main hall. The Scarlet Serpent was coiled on the stone eaves of the well, hissing towards the sky. On the eaves stood a huge red-crowned crane. Its head was bright red, and its whole body was snow-white. There was not a single strand of mixed hair on its body. It had golden eyes and an iron beak, and its two claws were like copper hooks. It was at least a foot tall, and it was picking and combing its feathers.
In just a short while, Li Ning had already arrived with Wang Ming.
Seeing the white crane on the eaves, Wang Ming was overjoyed. He raised his hand and took out the sleeve dart that Li Ning had given him to protect himself, and shot it towards the white crane. Li Ning couldn't stop it in time, and the swift sleeve dart was caught by the white crane with its beak. But this action had already angered the feathered crane. It swooped down from the sky, and its two copper hook-like claws slashed towards Li Ning's head. If the claws landed, it would be a small matter for his skin to split open.
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