Chapter 142: Three blows and hearing the piano break, and the devil trails are trampled on thousands of miles (Part 2)

After all, Fu Jie was injured on his body. Although he was faster than me, he had to stop and rest. When he ran away, I chased him, and when he stopped to rest, I was also chasing him. Although he had never caught up with him, he never threw me away. At first, I could use the method of spiritual locking to pursue his traces, but later, maybe the distance was wider or he was careful to restrain his essence and spirit, and my spiritual consciousness could not find him. I used another method - the Qingming Circle Light Mirror.

I used the Qingming Mirror to use the magic of the round light mirror to "see" him, that is, the "Heavenly Eye" magical power of a practitioner. This kind of magical power is not omnipotent, nor can I see whatever I want. Although the magical power is infinite in theory, there are always some things in human consciousness, especially for a master like Fu Jie. But the wonder is that there is something between Qingming Mirror and Fu Jie. Fu Jie was injured under the "Shenxiao Tianle Thunder" emitted by Qingming Mirror. As long as the injury has not healed, the Qingming Mirror can see his whereabouts. When I saw Fu Jiejixing's back in the Qingming Mirror, Fu Jie seemed to be able to feel it. Looking back from the mirror and looking in my direction, there was a hint of panic and confusion in his eyes.

Even Feng Junzi didn't understand how many magical uses it has? The longer I studied it, the more magical it would be. With the help of Qingming Mirror, he followed him all the way. After entering Helan Mountain, Fu Jie suddenly disappeared, and I couldn't find him with Qingming Mirror. There are three possibilities for this change: one is that Fu Jie hid in a place where spiritual consciousness is difficult to reach, the second is that Fu Jie used the magic spell to hide his tracks, and the third is that his injuries were healed by the thunder of the gods. The third is that he was the greatest possibility.

Fu Jie's injuries were mainly under Tan Sanxuan's "Three Strikes of Broken Strings", and my fake "Shenxiao Tianlei" looked very magical, but in fact it was not too powerful, at least it could not be compared with the Three Strikes of Broken Strings. I was not proficient in this spell for the first time. In fact, this self-created Taoist technique itself is not very mature. Moreover, my move was mainly to save people, not to hurt people. Fu Jie walked along the way and took medicine. Has Shenxiao Tianlei's injuries healed? If this is the case, I have to find him quickly. If he recovers a few more injuries, I may not be able to kill him.

But I don’t believe that he can run far, so he should be nearby. The reason is very simple, he can’t run anymore! He has been chasing for the past four days and three nights, and even my body has reached the end of his strength. If I don’t have a good rest, I can’t continue chasing like this. I don’t believe that an injured person can be stronger than me. Even if his cultivation level is higher, his body may not be as good as me. Since this is the case, let’s rest together, nourish my spirit and then play cats and mice. Perhaps Qingmingjing couldn’t find him because my own spirit is weak, and I need to sit quietly and regulate my breathing to cultivate my body and mind.

It was already night, and the mountains on both sides of Yinshan Pass stood tall, with rocks stacked, and a curve of spring water flowed out of the stone ditch. Half the moon rose between the two mountains, illuminating the valley. I found a flat stone under the rock wall and sat cross-legged, put the Qingming Mirror on my knees. I dared not enter into a deep meditation, but still practiced the mental method of contemplation. In the visualization, the power of flames burned away the dust and fatigue of the body and mind. Once I entered the state of contemplation, I realized that this place was wrong, specifically the environment was wrong! When practitioners practiced, they often had to find a blessed cave, because the impact of each place on people is different. Of course, you can also barely understand it in the aspect of "feng shui and earth".

I opened my eyes and the moonlight was shining on the opposite cliff. On a bare stone wall without trees, I saw a sheep! Don’t be surprised, it was not a wild sheep on the mountain, but a painting engraved on the rock. The painting method of this sheep is very abstract, with a big body and a small head. The long horns on the top of the head extend out exaggeratedly far and backwards into an arc. A lamb was also copied below. Suddenly, there was a painting on the rock, and from the traces, it was quite old.

I stood up and walked over, and found that hundreds of rock paintings were carved on this large cliff stone wall. These rock paintings include horses, cows, sheep, donkeys, deer, birds, wolfs and other animals, as well as hunting, sacrificial scenes, sun, moon and stars, but the most are all kinds of human faces, large and small. These human face patterns are extremely strange! Most of them are round faces, long ears, shiny heads, and deep and huge eyes. This is not an ordinary human face, but a ghost face or a illusion portrait. The most special one is sunflower-shaped face, which emits petal-shaped light outside the round face. If it weren't for facial features, I thought it was portrayed as the sun.

When I saw these rock paintings, I remembered a person, and my mood became more complex and deep. I remembered the craftsman who died in a foreign country. The craftsman was good at witchcraft, and these rock paintings were the remains of the "witch" in ancient times.

I have read some literature on religious history research. In ancient times, it started from the North Sea in the east to Siberia in the north, and ended in Siberia in the southwest, including Mongolia, Ningxia, Gansu, and Xinjiang. A primitive religion, Shamanism, has been widely circulated among the nomadic peoples in the vast areas of Mongolia, Ningxia, Gansu, and Xinjiang. Shamanism has no written classics, no leader, no temple, and no standard religious rituals. However, Shamanism has a very complex concept of soul and believes that all things have spirits. They worship the "ancestral spirits" of their respective clans and tribes, and at the same time have extensive natural worship and totem worship. Various gods, animals, plants, and natural phenomena are the objects of worship or sacrifice during shamanism. These rock paintings should be the remains of ancient shaman activities.

It is very reluctant to call shamans religion, it is a primitive witch-sacrificial activity. Witch is the source of religion, but it is not just the source of religion. Medicine, art, etiquette, law and even ancient hieroglyphs all originated from witches. Although "witch" has become a derogatory term that people dislike or reject in the present, it is the origin of the entire human civilization. It shows that primitive humans first began to realize that "existence" itself is also a complex proposition, with spiritual and spirituality. When abstract thinking begins outside behaviors beyond instinct, "man" appears.

The place I am standing now is the temple of ancient shaman sacrifices and wizards. With the sky as the temple, the earth as the altar, and the mountains as the offerings, I seek spiritual communication from all races and all things in the world and gain spiritual power. Does this power exist? Of course it exists! Just like when we hold our own hands together, there is a kind of power, but the form is different. The ancient information is still left in this mountain wall, no wonder I feel very strange when I sit quietly.

Guess what I saw in the illusion portraits all over the mountains? I saw emotions, wishes, and thoughts! The strange faces, with fear, hatred, longing, awe, yearning, imagination, begging and other information in the lines. Maybe an archaeologist could not interpret the meaning here, but I "see". I suddenly entered a state where I could feel the complex souls of ancient people who copied these rock paintings thousands of years ago. Although those people had long been nowhere to be found, they had a strange communication with me through these rock paintings. When I looked at the mountain wall, I took out the Qingming Mirror Mirror with one hand and aimed at the rock painting.

The rock paintings under the moonlight are reflected in the mirror very clearly. At this time, my body, mind, the Qingming Mirror in my hand, and the rock paintings in front of me have been dissolved into one. Then I made an action - turn the Qingming Mirror backwards and aimed at myself.

If you stand in front of the window, holding a mirror with your hand out of the window, the scenery should be the scenery outside the window. But when you turn the mirror to point it at yourself, you can only see your own face. If you still see the scenery outside the window in the mirror at this time, is that a mirror? It is probably the display screen of a digital camera. Is there such a mirror in the world that can take away the scenery in the mirror? If there is really, it is the Qingming Mirror in my hand at this time.

I turned the mirror of Qingming Mirror over and looked at it. There was still the mountain rock painting in the mirror. As long as I couldn't think of it, and my mind was dispersed, I could use Qingming Mirror to "take away" the scenery it once looked at. This was my sudden perception after standing in front of the rock painting and entering a strange state. Qingming Mirror has another wonderful use since then. Maybe this is not the wonderful use of Qingming Mirror, but the wonderful use of me, a "person". When we walk through a place and see beautiful mountains and rivers, can't we also keep it in our minds to take it away? Using the Qingming Mirror method is just a more direct and magical way. I really don't know how magical this mirror is! It shows me more and more miracles.

As soon as my mind was closed, the rock paintings in the mirror disappeared, and they still looked like a mirror. I saw my face. The hair in the mirror was messy and the face was dusty, and my appearance scared me. At this time, my thoughts moved, and the rock paintings all over the mountain emitted a message - there was something close to me. I looked at the distance and frowned, then turned to the mountain.

I was hiding my body in the rocks, looking at the Qingming Mirror in my hand motionlessly. The scene in the Qingming Mirror is the Yinshan Pass under the night sky. This is the scene where I used the Jingzi to "take it away" before hiding. Before that, I used the Qingming Mirror to create an illusion under the rock painting - I was sitting cross-legged there. The scenery in the mirror is very clear. I could even see the breeze blowing the leaves, and I could see a figure quietly approaching in the distance. This wonderful use is really magical. It is like a surveillance screen without a camera. I gave the name of the wonderful use of Qingming Mirror "Chejing".

Since I couldn't find Fu Jie's trace with the round light mirror spell, I used the Scene-carrying technique to wait for the rabbit. I think Fu Jie should have been chased by me. As long as his injury is slightly better, he will definitely find a way to go back and forth to plot against me. As a result, he really came! He was not too close and hid very well. He stopped a dozen feet away and slowly pulled out the Yanling Sword. The Yanling Sword emitted dark light, but no fluctuations spread.

How could the light be dark? It was a circle of phantoms that seemed to have a substance. The two-foot short sword turned into a five-foot long blade, but no light was emitted. Then he threw the sword into the sky, and the knife began to rotate silently like a slow swimming fish in the air. It rotated without making a sound of wind, but there were more and more shadows in the circle. The dark sword spinned faster and faster, and it was no longer clear that blade body, and it turned into millions of sword shadows.

Fu Jie was very sinister! His magic power of the sword was leaked without any leakage. He wanted to use the power of the spell to the extreme and unable to restrain the fluctuations of his spirit to the point where he gave me a fatal blow. The person who could already see him took the spell of Qingming Jing, and Pingxin calmly waited for the moment when he took action.

Suddenly, the entire mountain pass was illuminated by strong light! The sword shadow in the air exploded, and the bright sun burst out in the air. Thousands of light blades and rain formed a flying net of heaven and earth, shooting towards my sitting figure from all directions. If I really sat there, even if I found out, I wouldn't have time to hide. Unfortunately, I was not there!

Fu Jie made a mistake. If he tried it before taking action, he should be able to find out that it was just a phantom, not a real person. This kind of spell cannot hide from such a master like him. Unfortunately, he did not. In order to hide his own actions, he restrained all his spiritual sense and energy, and only exposed his body at the last attack. His reaction was also very fast. As soon as the attack was taken, he immediately found something wrong. He immediately waved his hand, regardless of whether he could do it or not, and immediately waved back the sword shadow wheel in the air and blocked it in front of me, aiming at the direction I was in. At this time, a tortuous lightning flash slashed from the mountain - Fu Jie's sensitive spiritual sense reaction saved his life, because I had to be exposed as soon as I cast the spell.

This time I took action, the sacred sky thunder, which was created by myself. Because I was prepared for it, the power was much greater than the last time. Lightning was slashing in the middle of the light wheel of the knife shadow, breaking the light wheel, and the original shape of a two-foot short knife appeared in the air. The knife was fixed in the air, and the blade suddenly shone, like a transparent filament, and made a strange tearing sound. Although both of us were plotting, we fought each other head-on, and there was no trick at all.

The peak reflected in the Qingming Mirror suddenly moved, and the slashing force like a sea of ​​slashing condensed into a twisted beam of electric power. Waves after waves of dragons and snakes flying in the air rushed towards Fu Zhi with sizzling screams and friction sounds. Fu Zhi's goose-ling sword no longer rotated, but was stationary in the air, becoming brighter and brighter. The original shape of the two-foot blade was no longer visible, and it became a sword of light. The outline of the blade became larger and larger, and it had become more than nine feet long. The knife was too bright, so I couldn't see Fu Zhi after being covered by magic weapons.
Chapter completed!