Chapter 99: King Yasha

Raising the head three feet, the altar emerges, the ancient seals of the dragon and the snake, and the mysterious inscription are faintly visible in the incense.

[Sacrifice the big black snake demon, and get the reward of the soul mystery "Yasha Zunwang"]

A mechanical voice sounded in Zhou Dao's mind.

The golden light fell, and a massive amount of information poured into Zhou Dao's sea of ​​consciousness.

Even with his cultivation, he felt a splitting headache, blue veins appeared on his temples, and the blood in his body gradually boiled.

"Spiritual Soul Secret Art...It turned out to be Divine Soul Secret Art..." Zhou Dao was very excited.

He had already heard about the mystical art of the soul, and was fascinated by it, but such a mystical art was hard to find in the world, and he had sacrificed so many monsters, but he had never obtained it.

In today's battle, Ming Jianbo's "Spiritual Snake and Yin Mother Sword" belongs to a kind of soul-mystery technique.

Evolving the spirit snake magic sword with the soul, hiding the Tao in the Taiyin, it is difficult to guard against gods and ghosts, and almost took Zhou Dao away.

If it wasn't for him using the "Xiao Lei Yuan Jing" to shock the body and make the soul return to the body, the consequences would be disastrous.

Although the spirit is the most yin and nothingness power, it can still affect real matter, especially flesh and blood.

There are many sects in the world, and not every sect possesses the secret art of the soul, and even if it has, it is impossible to pass it on easily.

"It's really luck that I got it."

Zhou Dao couldn't wait to comprehend the secret art of "Yasha Zunwang" that he had obtained.

This secret is mainly a large number of runes, handprints, meditation methods and so on.

The most important thing is an ancient portrait, which is a tall evil spirit, shaped like a skeleton, holding an iron fork, with flames on its head, a leather bag wrapped around its waist, filled with dead bones, and corpses everywhere.

This is Lord Yaksha.

According to rumors, this is an evil spirit, which was conceived in disasters such as famine and war.

Those innocent souls who died in vain gathered together, drilled into the deep mountains, sucked up the earth's energy, stole the dragon's veins, used the power of heaven and earth to nourish their gods, and absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon to forge their bodies.

Once it takes shape, its supernatural powers are unrivaled, and it is one of the most terrifying monsters in the past and present.

There are records about Yasha in the "Yaoshi Work Manual".

This kind of monster feeds on evil spirits and big demons. There is a bag around his waist, which is said to be made from the skin of the earth, and it is specially used to hold bones.

If one day, the bones in the bag are full, it means that the yaksha is about to die, and there will be 100,000 living beings buried with him.

This is the king of evil spirits, and its appearance represents disaster and ominousness.

If a mortal sees it in the mountains, he will turn into a ghost, his emotions will be reversed, yin and yang will be confused, and he will not be able to be reborn forever, so he will stay in that mountain forever.

In ancient times, there was a powerful man who subdued Yaksha and transformed him into a Dharma protector. He also read scriptures and traced the statues of gods.

Therefore, for many beliefs, yakshas are not ghosts, but gods.

This is a mysterious existence that combines demon and divinity.

"The yaksha eats evil spirits and transforms the world into hell. I am a demon from the ten directions, and all ghosts worship me as king!"

Zhou Dao was fascinated by the appearance of King Yasha, and he was completely immersed in the cultivation method of this mysterious art of the soul.

He sat cross-legged like a dead tree, with his hands in mudras, guiding the spirit with a strange posture.

Gradually, his breathing became slower and slower, and his heart beat at a strange and specific frequency.

In a trance, there seemed to be a light in front of him, like a thread.

Zhou Dao raised his hand to touch it, and the light became brighter and brighter, filling every corner in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, Zhou Dao felt that his body was extremely light, like a feather.

Out of body!

Zhou Dao lowered his head, and saw "himself" sitting cross-legged in the room, his body undulating, and his blood and energy circulating well.

Everything in the house is also clearly visible.

This feeling has never been felt before.

Zhou Dao flew higher and higher, and the voices of the nearby houses, and even the people in the houses, were clearly visible and audible.

"Damn, you don't have a fire to cook at night, so you don't have to go to work tomorrow?"

The neighbor next door slapped the table and taught his wife a lesson.

"The soul travels at night, it can be seen that it is true. It turns out that the power of the soul is so mysterious..." Zhou Dao sighed.

The spirit and soul are indeterminate, invisible, inaudible, unknowable, undetectable... It is difficult to cultivate.

But this kind of power continues to grow, and it can still affect reality, even matter.

Just like Ming Jianbo's [Spiritual Snake Yin Mother Sword], if the soul is injured, the blood of the body will also wither.

What's more, the shattering of the mind and soul, the disappearance of the body and dao, is more dangerous than usual Bidou.

The so-called fighting method is just like this, with just one thought, the winner will be decided.

One thought comes out of the soul, and all dharmas come from it.

"Your Majesty Yaksha, you can visualize freely."

Zhou Dao's eyes widened, and he visualized the Dharma image of 【Yasha Zunwang】.

In an instant, the Yaksha King appeared in front of his eyes, with a blue face and fangs, holding an iron fork, white bones, and red flames, walking towards him.

At the same time, there was a gust of dark wind, and Zhou Dao could hear the endless wailing in the sky, as if the evil spirits from hell were about to rush out of the Nether Capital.

The dripping blood gradually defiled the world, but it was all wreckage and broken arms.

"not good!"

Zhou Dao's complexion changed suddenly, cold sweat broke out, his thoughts were reversed, and his mind suddenly lost control.

King Yaksha represents fear, calamity, resentment and ominousness.

The bones and skeletons all return to the netherworld, the emotions are burned, and the hearts of the people are gone.

hum...

Zhou Dao's body fell suddenly, extremely heavy, and countless lights and shadows flickered in front of his eyes.

The weakest part of that piece was thoroughly stimulated.

Summer night, Taoist temple.

The heavy rain was majestic and the thunder rumbled.

The young Zhou Dao hid in the dilapidated Taoist temple, with a tile covering his head, and his roots could not stop such a heavy rain.

In front of the eyes, a shadow looms across the horizon, huge and incomparably huge.

The young Zhou Dao looked up.

This is a tall man, wearing a coir raincoat and a hat, coming through the wind and rain, exuding a cold breath.

At that time, Zhou Dao felt extremely fearful and trembling, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, he couldn't even control his body, and couldn't help shaking.

He didn't know who the man in front of him was, but when he stood in front of him, he felt unstoppable fear in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Dao rolled his eyes and passed out.

When he woke up again, the rain had stopped, he was lying on the bed, the room was dimly lit, and it was extremely warm.

Sitting next to the bed was an old Taoist priest with gray hair and a dirty Taoist robe, with unkempt hair and unkempt face.

"Master... someone came in..." Zhou Dao said weakly.

The feeling just now was the despair he had never experienced before, as if he had fallen into the sea water, no matter how he struggled, there was no hope of life.

For the young Zhou Dao, this was a lingering fear.

"I know, I'm fine now." The old Taoist patted Xiao Zhoudao's head with a sullen face, "Go to sleep, and forget everything when you wake up."

As he spoke, the old Taoist stood up and walked outside.

"Master, where are you going?" Zhou Dao was a little scared and couldn't help asking timidly.

"kill!!"