Chapter 42 The Power of a Bull
Li Qingshan took a deep breath: "Bone Bodhisattva is another demonic path!" Although he didn't know how high the Buddhist monk who was about to attain the Bodhisattva's fruit was, he also knew that this was probably a supernatural power far beyond his imagination.
Li Qingshan said with a serious expression: "This magical power is probably not easy to practice!"
Qingniu said: "Yes, this kind of magical power implements life and death. It not only requires the practitioner's soul qualifications, but also needs to take the blood of the creatures when they are about to die for sacrifice and refine them. Endure the burning of blood and energy to obtain a large amount of essence. However, now it is just using animal blood to fill the numbers. Of course, the best sacrifice and refinement thing is human blood, especially those who practice martial arts with strong blood."
Li Qingshan's heart trembled. No matter who hears this method of cultivation, he can only think of evil methods and magic. No matter what legends it is, one who uses human life to practice martial arts is counted as one, and he is a villain and will not die in the end.
He couldn't help but ask, "Why do you need to practice this?"
Xiao An was so scared that his face was pale. His intelligence gradually became clear and he knew that this was an extremely evil demon.
Qingniu said: "Of course it's to help you, hey, is this the upper level of ghost control?"
Li Qingshan was shocked and could no longer say anything blamed. He lowered his head and only smiled bitterly, "It seems that we are all following the wrong master, and we are destined to go dark on this magic path."
Xiao An finally calmed down and smiled shyly.
A sika deer flew in the forest to avoid the shadow-like wind, but finally it was blocked by a hunting knife. Before the blood could land, it was caught by the porcelain altar. As soon as the hot blood fell into it, the wind rolled up a blood-sinking bone flew out.
The white bones sit cross-legged, just like an old monk sitting still, and there is a mysterious feeling of the sacred and evil. If there is a monk here, if there is an unknown monk, he can understand the ultimate Buddhist principles of the alternation of withering and prosperity, and the reciprocity of life and death.
Li Qingshan could only watch Xiao An attached to the bones and refining blood and energy. The blood energy rose like blood flames. Xiao An frowned, his soul trembled, and he suffered great pain.
The magical powers of the devil are mostly shortcuts, but shortcuts are also dangerous paths, and they require a huge price and great risks. The pain of blood burning the soul is better than being burned by fire. You also have to maintain your mind and practice magical powers with great perseverance. You are really not something that ordinary people can practice.
Li Qingshan clenched his fists, feeling that there was a fire burning in his heart, and the heat was unbearable. Xiao An suffered less than one percent of the time when he was at the witch, so he reached out to stop it.
Qingniu said: "This is not only for you, you have what you want to do and what you want to fulfill, but he is the same. This is his freedom."
"What is his wish?"
"Yes, his wish is to help you." Qingniu couldn't help laughing at the playful words he said, but when he saw that Li Qingshan had no smile, he curled his smile, "Do you know? When I promised this little devil, he didn't know how happy he was, and he is also very happy now. As long as he can clear my mind and have no regrets no matter what he does, wasn't you said?"
It took a long time before the blood and energy were completely refined and merged into the bones, with a faint layer of redness attached to the bones.
Li Qingshan took out the spiritual ginseng, took out another drop of ginseng liquid and dripped it into Xiao An's eyebrows. Xiao An closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Li Qingshan turned around and jumped into the cold pool water again. Only in this way can he calm his heart down.
Days passed by, and 100,000 mountains were covered with silver. Li Qingshan went into the water to practice martial arts every day, and he had to get injured almost every day before he could get up. If his physique had not been very human and his spirit wine was nourishing from time to time, his body would have collapsed long ago.
Xiao An kept hunting and killing wild animals. At first, he only used the blood of small vegetarian animals such as hares and yellow sheep to practice. Later, he used carnivores such as tigers and leopards with heavy blood and evil spirits to practice.
The two of them seemed to be competing, practicing their magical powers desperately, and the spiritual wine soaked in Linggan tasted less and less.
Until a month later, the waterfall was still roaring, the whirlpools in the pool water were still rotating, and a figure could be seen in the center, dancing in the water.
Against the boundless torrent, as if facing countless opponents, Li Qingshan used the "Bulie Demon Great Power Fist" in the water. Each move was like on the shore, without any distortion, but was filled with condensation.
Bull Demon stepped on his hooves to stabilize his body, Bull Demon refining his skin to resist the torrent, and Bull Demon's horn hit the vortex.
Is the true qi also rotating like a vortex, forming a small cyclone, and the true qi flows to the limbs and bones, and the speed is getting faster and faster.
The water in the pond is turbulent, ten times more turbulent than usual.
Li Qingshan punched him.
"Boom" is like a muffled thunder blew in the water, and a terrible aura comes out of the water, alarming countless birds and beasts.
Xiao An's heart thumped, as if some terrible beast was released, far better than jackals, tigers and leopards. He stared at the water surface, and the water surface returned to calm, and the whirlpool that was spinning endlessly disappeared.
A smile appeared in the eyes of the green bull.
A tall figure jumped out of the deep pool and landed on the rock. Li Qingshan's bronze body was as strong as a cow, like a carved rock, and every muscle was filled with explosive power.
He punched the rock under his feet, and there was a loud "bang" sound, not like flesh and blood hitting the stone, but like a stone hitting the stone.
After a moment of calm, "Crack!", the huge rocks that had been polished by countless years of pond water cracked and finally broke.
Before the rocks were broken, Li Qingshan had already jumped to the edge of the pond, looked at his hands, and murmured, "Is this a powerful force?" He felt that he seemed to have infinite power, and his whole body seemed to be reborn. If he met a third-rate master like the Third Head again, he could kill him with just one hand, but he would not want to hurt himself a hair.
Qingniu said: "You're finally getting started."
Li Qingshan picked up the cracked bow and tied it up like the moon. The originally hard iron-tied bow is now soft like an ordinary wooden bow.
"Bengbangbang" Li Qingshan repeatedly plucked the bowstrings, and used the three-stone bow to use the continuous bead arrow technique. After all the continuous shootings, the bowstrings exploded, and the sound of shaking seemed to cut the air.
Li Qingshan felt that he still had enough energy, so he kept roaring, and brows were fired from top to bottom, left and right, and from all directions.
Power, a continuous stream of power, as if you can do everything and defeat all enemies as long as you want. This is the feeling of magical power and does not belong to any martial arts in the mortal world.
Xiao An watched from the side and worshiped infinitely.
"Xiao An, it's time to go out of the mountain!" Li Qingshan picked up the porcelain altar and walked out of the mountain, not to Heifeng Village, but to Qingyang City.
The sound of the waterfall became farther and the water in the pool surged again, and the vortex rotated again.
The three big words "Qingyang City" are engraved on the high city gate. Li Qingshan looked up for a while. This city he had heard of since childhood was the first time today.
Chapter completed!