The Supreme Demon Code

It was not until Zhou Dingyun left for a long time that Su Zimo let out a long sigh, his face a little pale.

Although this confrontation was short-lived, it was extremely dangerous, but fortunately everything was in his calculations.

During the conversation with Shen Mengqi, Su Zimo heard one detail, that she and Zhou Dingyun would leave Pingyang Town with the real person Canglang tomorrow.

Su Zimo expected that Zhou Dingyun would definitely retaliate tonight!

It was not that Su Zimo had never thought of asking Su Mansion for help, but in this way, apart from implicating Su Mansion, there would be no change in the result.

Because Zhou Dingyun couldn't kill this person.

He is no longer the old Popi, but the person who will worship the immortal gate. Once this person dies, the real person Canglang will come to the door. Who can stop him then?

Su Zimo had never killed anyone, but for some reason, just when the sharp knife pierced Zhou Dingyun's throat, there was no nervousness, timidity or fear in his heart. Instead, he was a little excited and eager to try.

No matter if the sky or the ground falls tomorrow, he will kill the bully directly, and he will be relieved of the anger in his chest. That will be a joy!

The murderous aura on Su Zimo was not in disguise, because just now, he almost couldn't control it and stabbed it!

For the first time, Su Zimo discovered that what was flowing in his body was not the blood of a scholar, but more like a battlefield general who was killed by iron and blood, and more like a grassy arrogant who is willing to enmity.

A fame failed to stop the gangster, but a sharp knife in his hand forced him back.

"The suffering of ten years of cold window is not worth the benefit of a sharp knife."

Su Zimo laughed mockingly: "It's a scholar who is useless, but that's it."

Su Zimo returned to the room, threw the sharp knife aside, and lay down on the bed without feeling sleepy.

He is worried about one thing.

With Zhou Dingyun's temperament, after successful cultivation, he will definitely return to Pingyang Town, Yixue's shame today!

That would be his own death.

Maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe ten years.

Anyway, Zhou Dingyun will definitely come back!

Su Zimo knew this, but today he had to go back to the mountain.

Because, kill Zhou Dingyun, he will die tomorrow, let Zhou Dingyun go, there is at least a glimmer of hope.

The glimmer of hope is that before Zhou Dingyun comes back, he can gain the strength to contend with it.

But is this possible?

What is the spiritual root?

Why don't you have spiritual roots?

Why can't we practice without spiritual roots?

why...

Su Zimo's mind was in chaos, full of curiosity about the immortal gate, and at a loss for the future.

Unconsciously, Su Zimo's eyelids were getting heavier, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Su Zimo had a strange dream.

In the dream, a fairy whispered in his ear: "Do you want to practice?"

Yes, of course Su Zimo thinks.

There has never been a moment when he is full of desire for power like he is now.

But Su Zimo always felt something was wrong.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to wake up abruptly, and suddenly sat up, with surprise in his eyes, before he knew it, the cold sweat had wetted his back.

He finally realized what was wrong.

This is not a dream!

Someone is really asking him-do you want to practice.

Su Zimo got up and opened the door, and saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

Just beside the peach tree in the yard, a beautiful woman in a blood-red robe stood there, her beautiful eyes gleaming, and she was looking at him quietly.

I don't know when, the dark clouds have dissipated, the moonlight is like water, peach blossoms are falling one after another, and the woman is in it, as if there is haze, not like mortal dust.

"Do you want to practice?"

Die Yue spoke again, her voice soft, with a trace of laziness, and it was very pleasant to hear.

Su Zimo took a deep breath, and gradually recovered his calm. There were countless questions in his heart, but there was only one word left on his lips: "Think."

"Okay, I'll teach you." Die Yue's tone was casual, as if she was going to teach Su Zimo to dress and eat.

Su Zimo walked down the stone steps and came to Die Yue, staring at her eyes as clear as spring water.

Die Yue was also looking at him.

After a while, Su Zimo discovered that the woman in front of her was like a mystery, she couldn't see through.

On the contrary, under Die Yue's gaze, Su Zimo felt that everything about him was invisible, and there was no secret at all.

For a moment, Su Zimo's mind flashed a little bit of suddenness, and Die Yue knew everything that happened to him today.

Even the other side knows his own thoughts!

"I don't have spiritual roots." After a while, Su Zimo said.

"There is a technique that does not require spiritual roots."

"What technique?" Su Zimo asked subconsciously.

"Demon Clan Cultivation Technique!" Dieyue's gaze was magnificent, exuding a strange look.

Su Zimo's expression changed, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

Even if he doesn't know anything about practice, Su Zimo knows people. In the legends heard in the past, there is no shortage of ghosts and monsters that harm people.

Do you want to practice the demon clan's techniques and become a murderous demon?

But only for a little silence, Su Zimo has made up his mind.

"I learn."

Su Zimo didn't know what he would become in the future, but he knew that if he couldn't grasp this opportunity, he would definitely die when Zhou Dingyun returned soon, let alone talk about the future.

Die Yue was not surprised, she seemed to have expected Su Zimo to agree, and continued: "If you want to learn this monster clan exercise, you have to promise me two conditions. First, don't ask me where I am. Teach, you learn. Second, you are not allowed to spread this exercise."

"Good." Su Zimo nodded.

Die Yue said again: "One more thing, if you want to practice this method, you will experience unimaginable dangers, and you may lose your life at any time. Don't expect me to save you."

Su Zimo smiled indifferently: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky."

"If you have any doubts, just ask." Die Yue smiled slightly.

This is the first time that Su Zimo has seen Die Yue's smile in two years, and a sense of surprise suddenly surged in his heart, and he was a little lost.

But in a blink of an eye, Su Zimo's eyes regained clarity, and he asked in a deep voice, "What is spiritual root? What is spiritual practice? Why does Cang Lang say that one cannot practice without spiritual root?"

"Cultivation can also be called cultivation and Taoism. The human race has the three oldest cultivation schools-immortals, buddhas, and demons. The so-called spiritual root is the saying of immortal gates. Buddhists call it wisdom roots and magic gates. It's a magic seed, with little difference. If you don't have spiritual roots as a human race, you really can't worship these three sects."

Su Zimo understood, Die Yue's implication is that she does not need spiritual roots to cultivate monsters.

Die Yue continued: "People have five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch, and the spiritual root is the sixth sense, the key to feeling the aura between the heavens and the earth."

Su Zimo suddenly realized.

Without spiritual roots, one would not'see' the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and naturally would not be able to practice.

Su Zimo asked again: "Is there any realm in cultivation? What kind of monk is Canglang True Person?"

"The immortal gate can be divided into the condensing gas state, the foundation building, the golden core state, the original infant state... he is the golden core monk. There are different realms in the cultivation of demons, cultivating immortals, cultivating demons, and cultivating Buddha. Finally, There are different routes to the same goal, but no matter what, the path of the golden core is a great moat that must be crossed. The cultivators are as numerous as stars, but half of them are stuck in front of the path, and there is no hope for the rest of their lives."

"Cultivation is an act against the heavens that takes heaven and earth fortune. Stepping into the alchemy path means breaking free from the shackles of the heaven and the earth for the first time, and the lifespan can rise to five hundred years. The so-called swallowing a golden pill, I will only know me. I can't help it!"

Die Yue said: "The demon clan exercises you want to practice are divided into nine chapters, the first is for body tempering, the second is for tendons, the third is for forging bones, the fourth is for marrow cutting, and the fifth is for refining internal organs. The sixth chapter is the general knowledge, and the seventh chapter is the pill formation chapter. If you want revenge, you must cultivate to the seventh chapter."

"What is the name of this exercise?" Su Zimo asked.

"Secret Code of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness."

Su Zimo's heart was shocked, just listening to these eight words, there was a fierce and bloody air rushing toward his face, which was suffocating.

"The first body tempering of the Secret Book of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness, which can be divided into two layers, tempered skin and flesh, respectively corresponding to different breathing and breathing methods, and different techniques and movements."

Die Yue's eyes flashed with a strange light, and then Su Zimo's mind had a few long and mysterious formulas.

There is no fairy mountains and green waters, no heaven and blessings, no Qionglou Yuyu, just in this unremarkable courtyard, under this peach tree in full bloom, Su Zimo stepped into practice!

It seems very random, very coincidental, and as if it was destined in the future.

Not long after, under Die Yue's guidance, Su Zimo felt his exhale and inhale gradually different from usual.

This does not seem to be the way of human breathing.

After repeated corrections and repeated practice, Su Zimo gradually found a feeling.

Under this kind of breathing, the body is warm, the flesh and blood in the body seems to be burning and boiling, turning into endless essence, and constantly rushing to the surface of the body.

Su Zimo's skin felt itchy and numb.

"This skin-tempered breathing method is taken from the Wild Bull Demon King. You can practice walking, sitting, or lying down, regardless of posture. The cow is strong in nature, with tough skin, and it is difficult to pierce it with a sword. Slowly. Experience."

Seeing that Su Zimo's breathing was gradually on the right track, Dieyue turned and returned to the room without interruption.

Su Zimo has long been immersed in this wonderful breath, and with every breath, he can clearly notice that his skin has become rougher, tougher, and stronger.

The night gradually faded.

But Su Zimo didn't know the passage of time, and even forgot where he was. He just kept comprehending the formula, breathing out.

Just as the first ray of sunlight broke through the sky, Su Zimo's body was shocked, and suddenly he felt that two extremely hard things came out of his head and went to the sky!

At this moment, Su Zimo seemed to be truly transformed into a world-famous bull demon, voicing the world!

"Um?"

Die Yue, who was sitting still in the house, moved in her heart, her gaze penetrated the wall and fell on Su Zimo's body.

"How can I realize the essence so quickly? Ha... It's a genius who cultivates monsters, and it's not in vain that I gave you this opportunity." Die Yue's eyes flashed a touch of appreciation, no movement, but the whole person came to the courtyard strangely. , Appeared in front of Su Zimo.

boom!

Su Zimo, who was immersed in his cultivation, was suddenly hit by an external force, and his whole body flew out a long way, naturally interrupting his speech.

Su Zimo got up from the ground, feeling a little dizzy, and looked around. There was no one else in the yard.

Su Zimo frowned and looked at Die Yue not far away.

"Don't kill me?" Die Yue's appreciation had already been hidden, and she said coldly.

"What?" Su Zimo was surprised.

Seeing Die Yue waving her sleeves, a sparkling water mirror appeared out of thin air in front of Su Zimo.

Su Zimo was dumbfounded, these methods were indeed far beyond his cognition.

But when Su Zimo saw what he looked like in the water mirror, all the surprise in his eyes turned into panic!

"how so?"

Su Zimo's figure was a little thin, but in the water mirror, he was a whole thinner than before. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is skinny.

If it weren't for the familiar facial features and cheek contours, Su Zimo couldn't believe that the person in the water mirror was himself.

"No matter what kind of cultivation it is, power will not arise out of thin air. The three gates of the fairy, the Buddha and the devil receive the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth into the body. Every time you breathe out, what you refine is your own flesh and blood essence. If you keep practicing like this, you will die within three days."

"Then what to do?" Su Zimo was startled.

"Naturally it is to devour flesh and blood, replenish essence and then practice."

When it comes to eating, Su Zimo's stomach has already begun to cry, and an uncontrollable hunger pangs all over his body, almost driving him crazy.

Su Zimo strode straight to the kitchen to kill him, like a wind rolling cloud. In less than a quarter of an hour, everything that can be eaten in the kitchen was stuffed into his stomach by Su Zimo, only to slightly relieve his hunger.

It wasn't until this time that Su Zimo realized that he hadn't slept all night, and instead of feeling exhausted, he was energetic and full of power in every gesture.

Su Zimo picked up the thin iron basin next to it and squeezed it hard with his fingers.

I saw a few more finger prints clearly on the iron basin!

"Hi! So powerful?"

Su Zimo murmured secretly.

After only one night of cultivation, there was such a big change, and Su Zimo was immediately full of confidence in the future.

"Presumably even if Zhou Dingyun returned from the immortal gate, I would have the strength to fight against Yi."

At this time, Su Zimo didn't know the horror of the Twelve Demon King's Secret Code of the Great Wilderness. This exercise was actually the supreme demon canon that captures yin and yang, seizes good fortune, transforms the universe, and twists the air machine. It does not belong to this world. Things.