In April and May, the summer heat would gradually rise. Occasionally, there would be a day where the sun was especially strong. Although it was not to say that it was like a blazing fire, or that the heaven and earth were like a furnace, standing under the scorching sun at noon, one would feel scorched and hot, and one's skin would be scorched off.
Hong Yi chose this day, when the sun was especially strong, to ride to an uninhabited wilderness near Mount Jade Dragon. He then dismounted and found a shady place before sitting down cross-legged. He silently calmed his mind and meditated, channeling his soul power.
It was not easy for him to choose the day where the sun was the strongest. It was precisely to break through to the soul, condense the wandering soul, and turn it into a Yin Spirit. He would be able to control objects, and reach the realm of controlling objects in one go.
Only when one's cultivation reached the realm of controlling objects could dao techniques truly be used for self-defense. It would not be like before, where it could only harm the soul and cast evil arts.
"Murong Yan, that woman, her dao techniques are so profound that she has actually reached the realm of manifestation. Although her body is injured now, her Yin Spirit can slip out and cause trouble, making it impossible to guard against. After a while, when her injuries recover a little, I'm afraid she will resist. I have cultivated to the realm of controlling objects, and with the help of the Blood Vein Steel Needle, I can subdue her."
"Although I don't want to do anything to her, I have to dig out some things from her, such as some information about the Taishang Dao. My mother is from the Taishang Dao, called Meng Bingyun. What is her relationship with the Taishang Dao's leader, the Monogatari? There are also some dao techniques that I have cultivated. Right now, my dao techniques are completely like a blind man feeling an elephant. I have not inherited any sect or sect, so there are many questions. "
Hong Yi, on the other hand, knew that his cultivation of martial arts was still alright. He had even received pointers from Bai Ziyue before. However, his cultivation of Taoist techniques was something he had to fumble about on his own. He had experienced life and death several times. If not for the Amitabha Sutra protecting his spirit, he would have died long ago.
Now that he had finally met Murong Yan, an authentic disciple from Xuantian Hall, who was in his hands, how could Hong Yi not ask in a roundabout way?
"No matter what, while her injuries haven't recovered, I'll take the opportunity to further improve my cultivation. Strength is the most important thing. If I cultivate to the realm of Ghost Immortal and have magical powers like the Monogatari, would I still have to worry about not getting justice for my mother? The Monogatari's Nine Flaming Flame Dragons could even burn Grand Tutor Yuwen to death. Yun Meng's Grand Tutor Yuwen, Yuwen Mu, was a man whose name shook the world, just like my father, Hong Xuanji. Nine Flame Dragon, Nine Flame Dragon … "
Hong Yi muttered this dao technique under his breath.
But he knew that this dao technique used the spirit to control fire, transforming it into nine huge fire dragons that could melt gold and iron. When a person was surrounded by the fire dragons, they were immediately burned to ashes.
Fire was a type of masculine Qi. Yin Spirits could not control it at all. Even if they were to forcibly control it, they would burn themselves. The stronger the fire, the more damage it would do to their spirit.
For example, the flames of the Nine Flame Dragon that could melt gold and iron, ordinary Yin Spirits would be burned to ashes by the masculine Qi if they got close to it, let alone control it.
Moreover, Hong Yi heard Murong Yan mention that the Monogatari's Nine Flame Dragon would not be extinguished even if it entered the water. In the sea, it had once burned to death the tyrants of the southern sea, the Black Shark King of Black Shark Island, and the pirate leaders of the Eighteen Islands of the Lost Bay of the South Sea.
Such a powerful dao technique had already transcended the secular world and could even look down on imperial power.
Hong Yi was also faintly shocked.
Nine Flame Dragon!
The dao technique was actually so powerful.
No wonder the Taishang Dao was called the Taishang.
Moreover, Hong Yi had heard from Hakuziyue that the Taishang Dao's leader, the Monogatari, had not cultivated to the Yang Spirit and become an immortal. Then how powerful would the dao technique be after cultivating to the Yang Spirit?
Hong Yi did not dare to imagine.
However, everything had just begun. Hong Yi's dao technique cultivation had only just begun.
He got rid of all his thoughts and entered the Amitabha state of immeasurable lifespan and immeasurable light. When Hong Yi felt that his spirit was full and that all kinds of calamities and tribulations could not be shaken, he suddenly executed the pagoda visualization method.
All of a sudden, his Divine Soul emerged from his body!
It was noon, when the sun was the strongest.
As soon as Hong Yi's spirit left his body, he felt as if his entire body was being pricked by needles! At the same time, there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, as if he was in a sea of fire.
"Good lord!"
This was the first time that Hong Yi's spirit had completely left his body. He was exposed to the midday sun and even went out to wander.
As he wandered, the pain all over his body intensified, as if he was being cut by a thousand knives!
"Death by a thousand cuts is the cruelest punishment. The pain I'm suffering now is probably similar to death by a thousand cuts. It's so difficult! Although martial arts are hard to practice, compared to dao techniques, it's really too easy. "
Although his body felt like it was being cut by a thousand knives, Hong Yi did not return to his body. Instead, he swam further and further away until he could no longer see his body in the white sea of fire, and could not sense his body at all. Only then did he stop wandering.
A feeling of loneliness and despair arose spontaneously, growing stronger and stronger.
In the stormy sea, a person who fell into the water and struggled with all his might, but could not see a boat, naturally felt incomparable despair.
Right now, under the midday sun, Hong Yi had left his body and wandered far away until he could no longer sense his body. He was trying to cut off his path of retreat to his body, truly putting himself in a dead end to survive. Otherwise, it would be difficult to cut off the hope in his heart.
Originally, this situation was the most dangerous, and it was almost a narrow escape. However, he had comprehended the essence of the Amitabha Sutra, the state of being unmoving for thousands of lifetimes, and the state of being unmoving, which could rapidly repair his spirit.
The feelings of loneliness and despair, coupled with the torment of the blazing sun, immediately made his spirit feel like it was about to scatter.
Hong Yi did not move, enduring all kinds of pain, and activated the Amitabha Sutra. His body immediately felt cool, and his soul that was about to scatter condensed, and his mind was firm!
With this coolness, Hong Yi looked up at the sky, and did not move. He visualized the inside of his spirit, and there was also a blazing sun. Suddenly, it exploded, and flames descended, covering the inside of his spirit.
With this visualization, the coolness was gone, and boundless heat was born.
This was visualizing the inner heart fire, and the blazing sun outside was the real external fire that burned the spirit.
The inner fire and the external fire attacked together, burning the spirit!
With this heart fire, together with the True Yang Fire of the Sun between heaven and earth, the uncomfortable feeling in Hong Yi's spirit was ten times stronger than before, and the despair was also ten times stronger than before!
"This kind of torment, I might as well just die, and save myself from this kind of torment! I might as well just give up. "
Suffering such torment, for the first time, Hong Yi had the thought of "just die", because this kind of feeling was worse than death!
"Unshakable for thousands of lifetimes, immeasurable lifespan, immeasurable light …" Hong Yi used all of his willpower to suppress this thought of seeking a quick death. He fused his soul with the Buddha in the Amitabha Sutra and used all of his strength to feel the realm of immeasurable lifespan.
In the fire, his spirit was on the verge of being extinguished, but it did not disperse. After suppressing all kinds of thoughts, Hong Yi had a feeling that his spirit seemed to have become a golden Buddha like the big Buddha Amitabha, like real gold, not afraid of the fire, but instead becoming purer and purer in the fire!
After an unknown period of time, Hong Yi activated the Amitabha Sutra to resist the tempering of the inner and external fire, and only felt that his body was getting cooler, purer, and more solid.
Rumble!
All of a sudden, in Hong Yi's thoughts, the golden Amitabha Buddha that he had transformed into shone brightly, vast and boundless, filling up the whole universe. At the same time, the flames in the sky also turned into gentle light.
Endless light.
Hong Yi let go of his thoughts, only to see that it was no longer a blinding white.
At the same time, he could no longer feel the fire-like heat, and the world was still the world.
The sun was still shining brightly, and in Hong Yi's spirit's perception, other than the fact that the sun's light was especially bright, it was actually similar to what he saw with his physical body.
One had to know that when the spirit came out of the shell to see the sun, and when the body saw the sun, it was very different.
When the spirit came out of the shell under the sun, it was surrounded by a sea of fire, a furnace of heaven and earth, and it was difficult to move an inch, and it was extremely torturous.
But now, the world that Hong Yi's spirit saw was actually no different from the world that he saw with his naked eyes.
This meant that the strength of the spirit had already reached the point where it was gradually solidifying, and was in between the realm of emptiness and reality.
He had already become a Yin Master!
Although this step was a small breakthrough, for those who cultivated dao techniques, it was a qualitative leap. Turning one's own wandering spirit into a Yin Master meant that one had truly crossed the threshold of cultivation.
Although becoming a Yin Master was just the beginning of cultivation, there was still a long way to go. As for the later stages of manifestation, possession, possession, lightning tribulation, and Yang Spirit, each step was more difficult than the one before.
However, although the Yin Master was just the beginning, since ancient times, many people who cultivated dao were unable to condense their own wandering spirits into Yin Masters. In the end, their physical bodies withered, and their thoughts dissipated between heaven and earth, without a trace, and their souls scattered.
From afar, Hong Yi saw his own body sitting in the shade, motionless.
Before becoming a Yin Master, Hong Yi could not even see where his physical body was. He was surrounded by a sea of fire, and he could not see anything more than three steps away. Now that his body was at least a thousand steps away, how could he see it?
With a thought, Hong Yi felt his spirit immediately float in the air, but it was very stable, no longer like the floating feeling of a wandering spirit.
The spirit floated in the air, and its speed was many times faster than before. Although it could not be compared to the speed of a lightning horse, it was equivalent to the galloping of a horse!
Clenching his fists, Hong Yi could even feel the fineness of the Yin Master's fist, and the feeling of strength spreading through it.
Just as he was about to return to his shell, his heart skipped a beat, and he landed on the ground, holding a withered branch in his hand. At first, his hand passed through the branch, but when Hong Yi focused all his thoughts on his hand, his hand tightened, and he actually grabbed the branch and picked it up.
This withered branch was actually picked up by his hand!
Finally, he could control things!
A thought flashed through Hong Yi's mind.
"If anyone were to see this, they would see a withered branch floating in the air for no reason. That would be like seeing a ghost." Hong Yi threw the branch away, smiled lightly, and returned his spirit to his shell.
After his spirit returned to his body, Hong Yi took out a wooden box and opened it. Inside, there were three items. Naturally, they were the Amitabha Sutra, the Blood Pattern Steel Needle, and the Explosive Flame Talisman Sword.
"This Explosive Flame Talisman Sword's aura is terrifying." Hong Yi opened the box and scanned the three items one by one. When his eyes landed on the dense purple flame-shaped runes on the Exploding Flame God Rune Sword, he felt that this little dagger was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time and could explode at any time.
This feeling made Hong Yi wary, and he knew that it was best not to control this dagger for now.
"Why don't I try to see how many things I can control now?"
Hong Yi thought for a moment, and then he stopped his spirit and jumped out of his body. He gathered his thoughts, controlling the withered branch, small rocks, and other things.
For a moment, in the wilderness, withered branches flew, and rocks were thrown everywhere.
Rumble!
A rock the size of a cow's head floated in the air, and suddenly flew out, smashing into a big tree. With a bang, the tree bark cracked.
After trying for a long time, Hong Yi finally found out that the power of his spirit could only control objects weighing about 40 to 100 kilograms, which was only half of his physical strength.
At the same time, his spirit could also use his fists and legs! But his strength and speed were only half of his physical strength.
All of a sudden, Hong Yi seemed to understand a little bit of the terror of a true Xiantian Master's spirit and body as one.
"Sword!"
Hong Yi's spirit flashed, and he grabbed the hilt of the Shark Slaying Sword. He quickly waved the sword, and flew to the top of the tree. He danced up and down, and branches and leaves fell one after another.
"I finally know why cultivators use flying swords, and not sabers, spears, sticks, and sticks. Because the Yin Spirit only has half the strength of the physical body, but it has no weight at all. It can fly up, down, left, and right, and even soar into the air. This is in line with the secret of agility of the sword! "
As Hong Yi drove the sword, he immediately understood why there were only sword immortals since ancient times, and not saber immortals, stick immortals, or axe immortals.
Because the Yin Spirit only has half the strength of the physical body. Using other weapons without the sword would not be as good as using the physical body.
The greatest advantage of the Yin Spirit was that it could fly, and it was extremely agile. Combined with the secret of agility of the sword, it could naturally exert its power to the greatest!
"That's right, let's try this blood patterned steel needle. Let's see why it is called immortal steel."
Hong Yi finally focused his thoughts on the blood patterned steel needle in the box.
It was half a foot long, and its entire body was covered in blood veins that wrapped around the steel. It looked like human flesh lying quietly in the box, and it gave off a moving luster under the sunlight.
The moment Hong Yi's spirit came into contact with this blood patterned steel needle, and just as he picked it up, he felt something strange.
He felt that this needle was like the shell of a human body. The meridians inside were very clear, and he felt like he could drill his spirit into the meridians.
This blood patterned steel needle was like the shell of a human body! He could drill his spirit into it.
Hong Yi felt this, and with a thought, he really treated the blood patterned steel needle as his own body, and fiercely merged with it.
Sure enough, with a whoosh, his spirit drilled into the needle!
"Go!"
After Hong Yi's spirit drilled into the needle, he felt an incomparable warmth around him, as if he was being protected. Suddenly, the needle flew up and danced up and down. It was so agile that it was no different from controlling his own body.
"Break!"
Hong Yi's spirit became one with the needle. He was the needle, and the needle was him. Seeing a huge mountain rock in front of him, he fiercely slammed it.
Puchi!
The needle directly pierced through the rock that was a foot thick! It came out from the other side, and a needle hole appeared on the rock.
"What a great power!"
Hong Yi was shocked. He did not doubt that this needle could pierce through iron armor.
He finally understood why the blood patterned steel was a treasure that was hard to find in the world. This was simply a steel body that could house the spirit.
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