Nurture the original essence in accordance with the ti, and gather True Qi.
Collect in the prosperous tis, replenish in the waning tis, gather when scattered, take when harmonized. Preserve the spirit in the cinnabar field, and the Qi rises from the dantian.
The spirit guards the Kun Palace, True Qi moves automatically; fire enters water, and water naturally transforms into Qi.
The heat surges, circulating endlessly; indistinct and vague, as if there is form. This is the initial birth of the elixir, it cannot be hastily collected; if any slightest thought arises, the True Qi will be lost.
Thanks to the fundantal knowledge of the warlock learned from Zhang Mingrui, Fang Zheng could understand the Dharma Gate in the Profound Fire Twelve True Chapters.
Following this Dharma Gate, he silently operated the 'True Qi' within his body, raised his palm with emptiness, and truly, a wisp of 'Pure Yang Qi' quietly erged.
Yang can generate fire,
which can burn everything!
This is the core of the Profound Fire Technique.
It was also because Fang Zheng cultivated True Qi that he could enter the practice so easily.
"Co here!"
With a single-handed gesture, the leg bone beside him was enveloped in True Qi, slowly floating midair, as the 'True Qi' flowed in, gradually reacting.
A wisp of black smoke erged from it.
Accompanying the black smoke, a strange, cold, despairing, and angry aura mixed together and surged towards Fang Zheng's Sea of Consciousness along with the True Qi.
"Hmm?"
Fang Zheng furrowed his brows slightly. This was different from what the Profound Fire Treasure Refining Technique described, why did it feel like it was about to refine him?
Auras intertwined.
In his heart, nurous murderous intentions, anger, and unwillingness naturally arose, as if he was on a desperate battlefield, roaring madly.
Illusions even appeared before his eyes.
He just wanted to kill freely!
"Phew..."
Exhaling a turbid breath, Fang Zheng used his Divine Thought to outline a deity statue in his Sea of Consciousness.
Yama Visualization thod!
The intent of Yama suppressing the four extres and eight directions erged, instantly subduing the distracting thoughts in his Sea of Consciousness, and extending towards the leg bone.
"That's right."
Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, True Qi once again wrapped around the leg bone, refining it thodically without haste, completely unaware of the peril earlier.
He didn't understand.
Magical artifacts also have many differences.
So evil Dao artifacts have the ability to beguile hearts, such artifacts, if not refined, might even reverse control over the cultivator.
In the novel stories, so weapons, their owners often turn into murderous demons, such weapons are similar in nature.
The leg bone is clearly such an evil Dao artifact.
However, the malevolent thoughts within the leg bone are not deep, coupled with Fang Zheng's decent Yama Visualization thod, allowing him to suppress and attempt to refine it.
This is very risky!
Divine Soul and Sea of Consciousness are of utmost importance to a cultivator, how could foreign objects be allowed to intrude, a shadow left could destroy one's Dao journey.
Only soone like Fang Zheng, who knows nothing, could be so foolishly bold, forcibly suppressing without regard, unknowingly eting the requirent for no desires and no thoughts.
For the knowledge on cultivation, he ultimately knew too little.
He didn't know how much ti passed.
Fang Zheng opened his eyes, a faint connection appeared between him and the leg bone, he could already slightly manipulate the hidden power within the leg bone.
However, to wield it as easily as an arm would take who knows how long.
"So that's how it is..."
He exerted effort to drive the leg bone to move slowly, murmuring to himself:
"This magical artifact is made from human bones, for so reason it holds extrely terrifying malevolent Qi, so it can defy Martial Dao Will and instead possesses exorcism and soul-shaking power."
"Relying solely on the power of the magical artifact can gravely wound Households Commander Ming, the ability of the wielder is secondary."
"Hmm..."
"That Daoist who manipulated the leg bone with ease, able to change and transform at will, must not only have a deeper level of refinent than myself but also possesses a profound Object Control Technique."
"It's a pity..."
"Couldn't retain it!"
Fang Zheng shook his head in regret, sowhat unsatisfied.
He had heard from Zhang Mingrui that orthodox cultivation sects generally have Object Control Techniques, whose intricacies surpass even Superior Martial Arts.
The key is...
Object Control requires no holding, only consuming mana and thoughts.
Imagine, if he mastered this technique, standing still, hands unmoving, the magical artifact flying out on its own to kill enemies, how elegant would that be?
Even the Ancient Sword Immortal was nothing more than this!
"Hmm, leg bone... calling it a leg bone sounds unpleasant. Since it has soul-shaking and desolate powers and resembles a cudgel, I'll call you Desolate Pole."
"Desolate Pole!"
Fang Zheng smiled contentedly.
This leg bone, left by who knows whom, refined by a master, its power is terrifying, could its previous owner have been a Master?
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At the outskirts of the military camp.
Figures appeared one after another.
"The heavenly stars are dim, the sun and moon without light!"
An elderly man in a gray robe looked up at the sky, his voice cold and stern:
"Today,"
"There shall be blood!"
"Naturally." The Ren Family Patriarch, Ren Yan, spoke slowly:
"Today, blood will flow like rivers here. After it is done, you shall have the Thousand-Autumn Demon Sword, and the Ren Family will get Song Kewang's corpse, then there will be no further relations."
"Brother Ren, saying such things is quite chilling." White Lotus Sect Incense Master Li laughed:
"The matter isn't done yet, and you're already speaking of parting ways, which is very inauspicious."
"Do you believe?"
"I do not!"
"Haha..."
The two laughed aloud simultaneously, then raised their arms:
"Take action!"
As the words fell, several disciples of the White Lotus Sect took the lead, stepping forward to sit cross-legged on the pre-prepared Magic Altar, quietly chanting a spell:
"Begin with the Talisman Command, Piercing Abyss Righteous Sentence, Golden Axe leads the way, Thunder Drums follow..."
"Yin and Yang in chaos..."
"Quick!"
Several people chanted the spell, their voices initially low and barely audible, gradually roaring like thunder, as if thousands were shouting in unison.
The sound,
resonated throughout the heavens and earth.
With the utterance of the word 'Quick', an invisible wave passed through the soldiers of the camp, establishing a connection with the blood-sacrificed Magic Altar in the center of the camp.
"Boom!"
Blood-red light surged to the sky.
An invisible energy exploded and swept in all directions, the dense resentnt, and death energy shattered the concentrated Evil Qi in the camp, scattering it in all directions.
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