The countless shadow demons exist in everyone’s heart. Once they enter the painting, it inevitably leads to endless turmoil, life tornted until the oil runs dry and the light goes out.
Throughout history, countless masters of the Daoist Sect, unparalleled talents attempted to use this painting to refine spirit and heart, but the result was always the birth of myriad demons, descending into madness to death!?
Roar...
Before the Group of Demons Birthday Celebration Painting, Li Changgeng seed possessed; his eyes were bloodshot, unable to tear his gaze from the scroll before him.
At this mont, he resembled that elevated, withered figure, flourishing in longevity, yet surrounded by a throng of demons, ultimately unable to escape becoming one of the countless shadows.
Thoughts scattered, demons torturing longevity, I am the shadow demon, and the shadow demon is .
Rumble...
At this mont, Li Changgeng let out a low roar again, and all the blood and qi in his body reversed...
His Primordial Spirit was constantly in turmoil, sotis like that longevity figure, other tis like the overwhelming shadow demons, seemingly about to be sucked into the painting at any mont, becoming one of the shadows within...
This painting seed to be splattered with countless Primordial Spirits.
Whoosh...
Li Changgeng’s Primordial Spirit gradually weakened, initially blazing like the sun, then raging like a fire, but now like a small flickering fla, on the verge of extinction.
Finally, Li Changgeng’s Primordial Spirit completely returned to silence, even his body devoid of breath, form and spirit withered like dead wood.
"Is he dead? The successor of the White Crane Temple is such a waste of effort?"
The cold voice echoed hauntingly in the hall, without a hint of mockery at this mont.
"The Group of Demons Birthday Celebration Painting does have sothing to it."
At this mont, Li Changgeng slowly opened his eyes, as if brought back to life, and with a wave of his sleeve, the yellow silk on the ground flew up, covering the [Group of Demons Birthday Celebration Painting] on the wall once more.
All external scenery faded, and the No-Life Hall remained the No-Life Hall.
Li Changgeng still stood in front of the shrine while not far away was Jiang Lai, staring directly at him.
"It’s not like you said, he’s not dead."
Jiang Lai turned her head, as if speaking to the air, but in the corner was a cara capturing everything in the hall.
"Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune!"
After a mont of silence, the cold voice ca again, tinged with seriousness.
Heaven has five fortunes, the earth has six qi, all things take life, creation is ford, a person who can steal the fortunes of heaven and earth can enter the realm of immortality.
This is one of the Nine Great Inner Elixir thods, the domineering Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune.
Since ancient tis, fortune and montum are linked, fortune has rises and falls, montum has highs and lows.
For example, a seed, seemingly insignificant, can traverse thousands of miles riding the wind.
A piece of duckweed, seemingly insignificant, can traverse the great rivers and seas aided by the waves.
This is the vast grand montum, ever-changing with fortune.
If heaven lacks fortune, the sun and moon have no light, if earth lacks fortune, plants do not grow, if people lack fortune, life is unconnected.
The dominance of Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune lies in its ability to circulate fortune, steal life and death, seize yin and yang, determine victory and defeat... All reversals, I decide, wherever I stand, I am king.
It is said that once this technique reaches its pinnacle, even the fortunes of heaven and earth can be forcibly taken, which ans my body is immortal, attaining longevity.
Just now, in that instant, Li Changgeng stole his own fortune, making himself as worthless as wild grass, drawn into life and death, yet able to rejuvenate like withered wood eting spring.
This is the thod of placing oneself in a land of death, seeking life in despair.
"An ant glimpsing the azure sky, you also know a corner of that sky."
Li Changgeng looked indifferently at the surveillance cara in the corner, his gaze turning cold and clear.
"What a pretender, I don’t believe you’re unaffected at all."
The cold voice once again echoed in the hall.
Li Changgeng remained silent, he stepped forward, his body moving with incredible speed.
At this mont, he seed like the gentle mountain wind, rising with montum, unstoppable, reaching Jiang Lai’s side in an instant.
Rumble...
Jiang Lai threw a punch backward, a terrifying force compressing the air to the point of explosion.
Buzz...
At this mont, the hem of Li Changgeng’s garnt fluttered in the violent wind, creating strange ripples.
Almost simultaneously, Jiang Lai’s fist landed on Li Changgeng’s body, but such a powerful punch felt as if it hit cotton, not causing the slightest ripple.
"Your fist’s montum has been exhausted." Li Changgeng spoke quietly, his broad palm already resting on Jiang Lai’s shoulder, with a "crack" sound, the latter’s shoulder bone fractured.
Such terrifying power, executed effortlessly, more frightening and unbelievable than the punch just now.
"Don’t go head-to-head with him, bring out the main course."
At this mont, the cold voice echoed again, sounding a little anxious.
In the face of [Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune], all ans seem ridiculous, fortune can turn, montum can be seized, truly ants glimpsing the azure sky, not knowing how high the sky, not knowing how deep the earth, ultimately only despair remains.
Whoosh...
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Lai lightly retreated backward, even the severe injury of the shattered shoulder bone not causing a ripple in her eyes.
"Stubborn, aren’t you? Then I’ll have to get rough." Li Changgeng said lightly, his eyes seeming devoid of human emotion, stepping forward slowly.
At this mont, Jiang Lai unexpectedly retrieved an iron box from behind, exactly the sa as the one enshrined on the altar, the only difference being the talisman sealing the box had been removed.
"Send him on his way."
The cold voice, like a Life-taking Talisman, suddenly resounded within the No-Life Hall.
Li Changgeng raised an eyebrow, sensing an unprecedented crisis, and in that instant, Jiang Lai opened the long-sealed iron box.
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