The Great Asura Patriarch
The Xuanyuan Dharma King was really surprised. In the prehistoric times, there were three thousand left-handed sects and side sects that cultivated ghosts and natal demon gods. Even some of the witch sect's spells for refining living souls were derived from the Asura Dao, commonly known as the Demon Dao. The Xuanyuan Dharma King practiced magic for thousands of years. At that time, he vaguely knew about the ancestor of the left-handed sect. Legend has it that he has been hiding in the depths of the Netherworld Blood Sea, which is extremely dangerous. Even if one has great magical powers, it is difficult to enter. In the heart of the Xuanyuan Dharma King, the Styx Patriarch is like the Three Pure Ones in the immortal family.
As soon as he was surprised, the scene in front of him went dark. The two masters and apprentices were already in an extremely strange space. There was chaos all around. A three-headed python appeared in the sky. It was not a dragon. It had two flesh wings on its back, but no claws. Its whole body was black. Its eyes were ten acres in size. The green light was dim, illuminating the chaos. The whole body stretched in the air, extending to the distance, and it was unknown how many feet long it was.
Among the three giant pythons, one was motionless, but the other two shook from time to time, like two dark mountains, with fiery red arrows, ferocious fangs, and smelly fluid falling like a waterfall.
Wang Yinyang was a little afraid when he first saw such a terrifying beast. He had lived in the mountains since he was a child and had fought against giant pythons and snakes many times, but this time, it was really beyond his imagination.
Xuanyuan Fawang was also moved, but he was staring at the top of one of the three giant pythons.
On the top sat a demon god, six feet tall, with only a few white silk threads around his body. His skin was dark, as if he was pierced by iron, and he had five hands, two of which grew under his ribs on both sides, holding a trident, a serrated knife, and a skull. Wolf fangs, and a hand grew out of his chest in the middle, forming a seal. Like a lotus.
Even more strange, this person's head was a square, with a face in each of the east, south, west, and north, and a face on his neck. Each with a different expression.
You can see clearly that the sound of this seat, the Great Burning Heaven, rolled down like thunder, and the three-headed giant python made a sound, and the left and right heads shook continuously, and the green light flashed, which was dazzling.
When the Xuanyuan Dharma King saw this image, it was exactly the appearance of the Great Burning Heaven recorded in various books of the magic path. In addition, the other party's magical powers, he was completely unaware of it, and was captured. It was really immeasurable.
The four demon gods, Zizai Tian Bo Xun, Da Fentian, Yu Se Tian, and Shiva. In the magic path, the magical powers are vast, comparable to Buddha, and the Xuanyuan Dharma King was a little distracted for a while.
In fact, the Hinayana magic path that the Dharma King practiced before was the Asura technique.
Although the mixed brand of magic and witchcraft is powerful, it is difficult to achieve the right result. It is not a superior technique, and it has no effect on the comprehension of Taoism.
The apprentice pays homage to the master. The Great Fentian snorted coldly, and the Xuanyuan Dharma King woke up in shock. The other party clearly wanted to accept a successor. This was something that could only be encountered once. Only a fool would refuse. As for whether it would be disadvantageous to him, the Xuanyuan Dharma King did not even think about it. The other party could kill him with a slap. If it was disadvantageous to him, there was nothing he could do. This was a matter of more advantages than disadvantages, not to mention that it was also a matter of forcing a duck to climb a shelf. Seeing that the Xuanyuan Dharma King and Wang Yinyang both bowed down, the Great Fentian nodded, and the five faces changed continuously, with joy, anger, ferocity, gloom, and cunning. No one could tell the true reflection of which face was in their hearts. I came here to follow the order of the founder. You have a predestined relationship with my Asura Dao, so I came to save you. I will teach you the upper-level methods of the Asura Dao and the infinite magical powers. You can comprehend them on your own. The founder often gives lectures in the Netherworld Blood Sea, and you can also come to listen to his teachings. Da Fentian's voice remained unchanged, and the hand on his chest touched Xuanyuan Fawang. Xuanyuan Fawang's Nigongwan jumped, and indeed countless mantras and marks were injected into his soul.
The Fawang was in the process of comprehension, and Da Fentian said again: The Blood Godson you are refining is the method of the founder to become a Taoist and refine immortals. The greater the supernatural power, the greater it is, but your fire is too shallow, it is difficult to become a formless blood demon, and you have no self-defense. I will give you a magic weapon to refine immortals and Buddhas.
The Fawang had a series of adventures. Suddenly, the ancient Shura Demon King accepted him as a disciple. Not only did he give him the skills, but now he also gave him a magic weapon. He was surprised and confused, and didn't know where he was.
Da Fentian slapped the three-headed giant python under his seat. The head in the middle opened its huge mouth and spit out two things, one red and one black, two small dots, flying towards Xuanyuan Fawang. The Fawang hurriedly caught it with his hands, and it suddenly sank, as if he was holding a thousand-pound weight.
A closer look revealed an umbrella and a sword. The sword was blood red, about two feet long and one meter wide, as thin as a cicada's wing. On both sides of the sword, there were three very thin blood grooves. The sword and the hilt were integrated, but they were made of the same material. On the hilt, the texture was spirally rotated and crossed each other. A closer look seemed to be inlaid with countless bloody eyes, which was so weird that even the Xuanyuan Dharma King shuddered slightly. Wang Yinyang felt dizzy and irritable when he saw it. Fortunately, both of them had refined blood nerves and were not attacked by Shura magic.
The other treasure umbrella was pitch black. When it was closed, it was only two feet and five inches long. The umbrella was neither silk nor linen, but smooth and natural. When touched with the hand, it was very soft, like entering water. The Xuanyuan Dharma King did not dare to open it, and hurriedly recalled the many formulas that Da Fentian had just passed on. There was a method of sacrifice and refining in it, which made him more happy.
This treasure is the treasure I used to cultivate Buddhahood. I have been refining it for many years in the prehistoric times. The sword is called Blood Eyes and the umbrella is called Demon Luo. Now I will pass it on to you. I am afraid that your magic power is too low to use it. However, since you are already the body of the Blood God, it is best to plunder your magic power. I will not give you magic power, and you must practice it yourself. You are listening to the lecture in the Blood Sea. With these two treasures, you will naturally have no obstacles. Da Fentian Dao.
Xuanyuan Dharma King is not an idiot. The other party must have a purpose for passing on treasures and teachings. He will not do it for no reason. He hurriedly thanked Da Fentian and asked: "Teacher, what do you want me to do?" Da Fentian laughed and said: "What do you want me to do? Just do it. What does it have to do with me?" Before Xuanyuan Dharma King spoke, Da Fentian scanned Wang Yin Yang and thought to himself: This disciple has good qualifications, but he has not passed the heavenly tribulation and his magic power is extremely low. It just so happens that the founder has a new disciple and is still in need of a playmate.
After thinking about it, he said to the Xuanyuan Dharma King: You can sacrifice the magic weapon on the spot. I will return to the blood sea. My disciples will go with me. You can often go to listen to the teachings in the future. Don't neglect it, but you know
After saying that, he waved his hand, and Wang Yinyang floated and flew to the python head on the left. Wang Yinyang heard what the big Burning Sky said for a long time, and he was no longer as afraid as he was at the beginning. He gradually became bolder. He saw that the python head was black and shiny, and each scale was several acres in size. It was a piece of light. Looking over the top of the head, it was very wide. He couldn't help but touch it randomly. The python head did not move and let him touch it randomly.
The Xuanyuan Dharma King did not dare to disobey, so he bowed his head and said: I respectfully send off the teacher.
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up again, but Da Fentian had disappeared. Xuanyuan Fawang sighed and sat down in the chaos, thinking carefully about a series of things. Since he got the blood nerve, he seemed to have fallen into someone else's calculations. He couldn't help but look at the two magic weapons in his hands. Xuanyuan Fawang couldn't help but hold them tightly, his face was ferocious, and it took a while for him to regain his composure. He closed his eyes, and a trace of blood light emerged from his body, wrapping the two treasures.
This chaotic void was blocked by Da Fentian's magical power. He could leave but not enter. Although there were Shushan disciples chasing him outside, Xuanyuan Fawang was not afraid of them finding him, let alone coming in.
It is said that Da Fentian rode a three-headed python, shuttled through the void, entered the gap between the three realms, and was about to break through the void to reach the netherworld. Suddenly, his mind moved and he stopped. The three-headed giant python swung its tail for thousands of feet, making a rustling sound, and circles of waves were faintly rippling in the void.
Seeing Da Fentian suddenly stop, Wang Yinyang was secretly surprised, but he didn't dare to ask, and he was only secretly puzzled.
The founder of the sect had ordered that the God of Gou Chen would come to disturb me the last time I went out, and God really came. Da Fentian said to himself.
Ah, tsk tsk tsk hum, dozens of different voices came from all directions, some loud, some sharp, some small, some male and female, each voice was clear, but there were some weird ripples.
The three-headed python under the seat of Da Fentian tensed up when he heard the voice, as if he had met a natural enemy. The tail that was shaking just now suddenly became stiff, maintaining a funny posture, motionless, and the three big heads also drooped down, and the six eyes were closed. Wang Yinyang, who was sitting on the head, even felt the primitive beast tremble slightly.
What is this thing that scares the python? Wang Yinyang wondered in his heart.
I know that the old ghost of the Styx is very advanced, so don't show off in front of me, otherwise I will get angry and refine you by accident, and the old ghost of the Styx will hardly help you seek justice. A gloomy voice came out, and then a figure appeared in the distance, but it was a Taoist in black.
This guy has practiced for hundreds of Yuanhui, and his magic power is not bad, just right to practice to replenish his body. A cold voice came from the mouth of a woman in white.
Then, twelve people appeared from the void in twos and threes, two women and ten men, with different faces. They were Dijiang, Xuanming, Gonggong, Zhurong and others who were created by Zhou Qing's obsession with the body of the ancestor witch.
These twelve people surrounded Da Fentian from top to bottom, left to right, but their bodies were very small, like an ant in front of the three-headed python. It seemed that as long as the giant python's tail brushed, these people would be like sweeping flies, vulnerable, but the giant python did not dare to move at all, and was extremely afraid.
Da Fentian heard it and said quickly: God is joking, my magic power is ordinary, how can it be in God's eyes