I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 260: Sand-Combining Magic
Zhang Xiaohua's face lost all color and was filled with horror. How could he kill thousands of soldiers silently overnight?
That was the camp of thousands of masters. Even the True Man Yin Shen couldn't force his way in or get close to it at all.

Moreover, how could there be no struggle or resistance when thousands of soldiers were assassinated? We are not little chickens and ducks, how could we not know how to resist?
The atmosphere was serious at this time. Zhang Xiaohua had no time to care about Zhang Chen and hurriedly followed Liu Feng and left.

The two walked to the Grand Master Hall in the backyard. Liu Feng seemed to remember something and asked, "Could it be Zhang Chen who did this?"

"How could he have that ability? If he had that ability, I would have died long ago." Zhang Xiaohua retorted without even thinking.

"What injuries did the deceased have? What were his characteristics?" Zhang Xiaohua asked.

"All the blood in the body was sucked out, and only two sharp holes were found on the top of the skull, which seemed to be left by animal fangs." Liu Feng said.

Zhang Xiaohua was stunned when she heard this: "Did they all die because their blood was sucked dry?"

He thought about how he was inexplicably entangled by a blood-sucking monster and the blood-red imprint of the scripture. If it had not been for the protection of the fox spirit, he would have been dead at that time.

Although the strange thing disappeared later, Zhang Xiaohua still remembered it vividly. If the vixen had not diverted the trouble and thrown the blood-red rubbing into Zhang Chen's room next door, she would have been dead at that time.

"Zhang Chen can control the monster. This kid has some tricks. I just don't know how he subdued the monster at that time." A thought emerged in Zhang Xiaohua's mind: "Now that I think about it carefully, this kid is really not simple. It seems that I need to get in touch with him more, dig out all the secrets in him, and then find a way to kill him."

There was a hint of ferocity in Zhang Xiaohua's eyes, and she quickly followed Liu Feng's back and walked into the ancestral hall to hide.

Zhang Chen looked at the backs of Zhang Xiaohua and Liu Feng as they left, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart, thinking that these two guys were too timid and were scared by him.

He didn't even think about the fact that he had not encountered such a thing. If he had encountered such a thing, he would probably not be much better off than the two of them.

Zhang Chen's mind was confused, and he didn't think about it. Instead, he went back to the house to sleep. He didn't want to care about what was happening outside. Was there anything strange? Didn't he know?
Zhang Chen returned to the house. Little Dou Ding was sitting there reading a book. When he saw Zhang Chen come in, he approached him mysteriously and said, "Zhang Chen, have you heard? There is an evil spirit at the foot of Huangli Temple again. Thousands of soldiers in the Pingbian Palace died inexplicably overnight. All of them were drained of blood."

"I just heard about it from the abbot." Zhang Chen was drowsy at this time, and he replied directly while lying on the bed.

"Do you think that monster will come to the mountain to commit crimes?" The little kid climbed onto the bed and lay beside Zhang Chen with a worried look on his face, his eyes full of fear.

Hearing what the little kid said, Zhang Chen patted his cute little head and said, "Don't be afraid. Have you forgotten that I'm a cultivator? If a mere evil spirit dares to come to my house, I can capture it easily."

After saying this, Zhang Chen lowered his hand and fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey, why do you fall asleep as soon as you come back? Get up and practice martial arts." The little kid patted Zhang Chen's head and saw that Zhang Chen's breathing was steady and he had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Why did you fall asleep?" The little kid looked at Zhang Chen with surprise in his eyes, but he didn't continue to make a noise. Instead, he hid aside and studied obediently.

Zhang Chen had nothing to do now, and even skipped lunch and dinner. He slept until dawn the next day, when he was once again woken up by the little kid's kick:
"Zhang Chen, it's time to do morning lessons, don't sleep any more!!!"

The little kid kicked his feet back and forth, finally waking up the sleeping Zhang Chen. Then he widened his eyes, came forward and said with concern, "Boy, there's something wrong with you. How can a normal person sleep for so long? Do you want to ask the master to come and check you out? Are you sick? Or have you been harmed by some dirty thing?"

The little boy's voice was full of worry, and his big black eyes stared at Zhang Chen with anxiety in his eyes.

"I've already told you that I'm cultivating immortality, so don't worry. Just tell me to get some sleep for a few days. Also, don't tell the temple master about my condition these days, so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble."

Although Xiao Douding was still worried after hearing this, he didn't say anything more. He just asked Zhang Chen to get up and wash up.

After they washed up and had breakfast, Zhang Chen fell asleep. Xiao Douding simply held a book and sat beside Zhang Chen, reading quietly. From time to time, he would reach out and touch Zhang Chen's forehead and feel his breath.

In his dream, Zhang Chen seemed to be standing in endless wind and sand. There were endless runes flashing in the wind and sand, evolving into countless mantras that were understood and absorbed by Zhang Chen.

Half a month went by like this. Late one night, Zhang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the moonlight outside the window with a look as if he was in a dream.

"The magic of combining sands is truly incredible. This magical power is the prerequisite for the legendary Three Divine Winds. If we can find the legendary magical power 'Calling the Wind' and the legendary 'Shaking the Earth', we can combine them into the supreme magical power, the Three Divine Winds." Zhang Chen's eyes showed a hint of excitement.

How strong is the Three Flames Divine Wind?
The blue sky shook the Bullfighting Palace, trying to blow down the Senluo Palace. The five hundred Arhats were making a commotion, and the eight great Vajras were all shouting. Manjusri's green-haired lion had gone, and Samantabhadra's white elephant was hard to find. Zhenwu's tortoise and snake had lost their group, and Zi Chi's mule was floating on its reins. The immortal mountain caves were dark, and the island of Penglai was dim. Laojun could not take care of the alchemy furnace, and the God of Longevity put away the dragon whisker fan. The Queen Mother was on her way to the Peach Festival, and a gust of wind blew off her skirt and waist bracelet. Erlang lost his way in Guanzhou City, and Nezha could not get the sword in the box. The three floors of the Leiyin Palace collapsed, and the Zhaozhou Stone Bridge collapsed in two. A red sun was dim, and the stars in the sky were all dim. The Dragon King searched the sea for Yaksha, and the Thunder God looked for lightning everywhere. The ten generations of Hades were looking for judges, and the cow-headed and horse-faced in the underworld. This wind blew down Putuo Mountain and rolled up a volume of Guanyin Sutra. White lotus flowers flew by the sea, blowing down the twelve courtyards of Bodhisattvas. Pangu had seen wind before, but it was not as bad as this wind. The world is about to explode, and the vast land is trembling! (There is a charge for 199 words, and words are left for everyone.)
The Three-Flavor Divine Wind is so powerful that once it is mastered, its power will be truly earth-shattering.

"The art of combining sand is divided into two parts. The upper part talks about wind, and the lower part talks about sand. When wind and sand combine, the magical power is formed." Zhang Chen pondered over the various formulas: "The upper part talks about wind, and the main purpose is to use the formulas to refine nine kinds of strange winds in the world. The stronger the refined strange winds, the stronger the magical power will be after it is cultivated. The lower part of the formula talks about sand, and the main purpose is to find nine kinds of strange sands in the world. Once they are refined, the power of the nine kinds of magic sands is combined, and then matched with the blowing of nine kinds of strange winds. The power is really earth-shaking." Zhang Chen pondered over it carefully.

The wind and sand combine to create the magical art of combining wind and sand!
After that, if you want to advance, you need to find the legendary magical power of calling the wind, and combine it with the magical power of shaking the earth to upgrade its power. When the time comes, the wind and sand will turn the world upside down, blowing up to the nine heavens and down to the underworld. It will be truly unstoppable.

This Samadhi is the combination of wind and calling the wind, sand and shaking the earth, and then combined into one Qi, it is the Samadhi. "I am only in the Qi Refining Stage now, and I can only refine one kind of strange wind and one kind of strange sand." Zhang Chen thought to himself: "But I don't know how powerful it is?"

"I still need to carefully look for the magical wind and sand between heaven and earth. I can't fool around with ordinary wind and sand." Zhang Chen got out of bed at this time, thinking secretly in his heart.

"Sand is easy to say. I think the sand in the spiritual world is good. The sand in the spiritual world contains magic. But where can I find this wind?"

Zhang Chen kept thinking in his mind, if it was just an ordinary wind, he would not take it seriously. Since he wanted to practice, he had to practice the strongest magical power, otherwise it would be a waste of time and energy.

“It’s hard to find strange things in the real world, so I have to look for them in the spiritual world, or in the ancient tomb of gods and demons. Maybe I can find what I want.” Zhang Chen pondered in his heart.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen's mind moved, and when he appeared again, he had reached the first level of the spiritual world. Only then did Zhang Chen have the energy to look at the feng shui of the entire mountain, but he saw that the entire mountain was covered with black sand, which looked very magical. Zhang Chen thought of the power of the wind bag before, and felt that these black sands would be good for practicing magical powers.

"This black sand comes from the deepest part of the underworld. It contains the power of death. It is formed by the karma of the underworld after the death of countless wronged ghosts. This sand is the root of the construction of the underworld. It is equivalent to the soil in the human world and is the cornerstone of the underworld." Zhang Chen squatted down and looked at the soil, with a thoughtful look in his eyes:
“The fallen souls are strong and weak. The strong ones, like the innate demon gods during the infinite calamity, the sand and gravel left behind by their falls are naturally extremely powerful. The weak ones are just ordinary souls, how powerful can they be? It is really worrying.” Zhang Chen picked up the black sand and after mastering the magical art of combining sand, he was very familiar with all kinds of wind and sand between heaven and earth and could recognize them automatically.

After identifying the black sand for a while, Zhang Chen hesitated: "These are just the gravel and ashes left by ordinary dead souls. Although they are better than ordinary dust, they cannot meet my needs. Even if I can use this sand to refine my magical powers, I am afraid that they will be of little use to cultivators after they are refined."

What's the point of practicing it if it can't deal with the supernatural powers of cultivators?
Zhang Chen put down the gravel and swept across the surrounding mountains. He saw that all the surrounding mountains were covered with black gravel. The world within a hundred miles was full of black gravel.

As for the ruins of the temple, there seemed to be a mysterious law of power flowing. That power was full of compassion and had the power to save everyone. It could actually continuously save the countless grains of sand that fell between heaven and earth.

Those gravels are left by the dead souls, and Buddhism can certainly save them.

Zhang Chen stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. He saw darkness all over the place, and the sky was dimmed by black sand.

The sky is an endless green, as if there is a layer of light blue mist flowing.

The feeling was like a gray, rainy day, but the rainy day in front of me was a blue sky.

"No! I can now enter the underworld through Huangquan, but I am not satisfied with these black sands. Why don't I go directly to the Netherworld to find satisfactory sand? That is the Netherworld, how can I not find the sand I want?" Zhang Chen looked at the mountain full of black sand, and an inspiration came to his mind.

"There is no rush to explore the spiritual world. I will first find a way to practice the magic of combining sand. I always feel that this spiritual world seems inappropriate and is full of inexplicable and unknown weirdness. For example, this temple is extremely weird." After Zhang Chen flashed the thought, his figure flashed and disappeared directly in the first level of the spiritual world.

After leaving the spiritual world, Zhang Chen opened his physical eyes and began to think about the feasibility of going to the netherworld to collect sand and gravel.

"The main cultivation method in this world is the soul system. If I use the sand and strange wind in the underworld to cultivate my magical powers, it will definitely have a great inhibitory effect on the soul cultivation system." Zhang Chen silently deduced and explored:

"The only thing I need to worry about is how feasible it is for me to go to the underworld to collect the divine sand." Zhang Chen kept sorting out the information in his mind, analyzing and simulating it: "First, the ferryman on the Forgotten River is my biggest trouble. But I have the skill of seducing souls, so I may not be afraid of him. Second, are there any other weird things blocking the way in the underworld."

Zhang Chen thought about it for a long time and felt that no matter what, he had to stay hidden and give it a try. How could he be willing to give up if he didn't try?
He does not lack ordinary magical powers now, what he lacks is the means to truly pose a threat to those old guys.

"We still need to find a place to set up the Nine Bends of the Yellow River formation so that I can meet that old guy on the Wangchuan River." Zhang Chen estimated the time and felt that it was almost time for morning classes, so he did not move rashly, but waited patiently.

As expected, Zhang Chen didn't have to wait long before the morning bell rang out in the darkness, breaking the tranquility of the Taoist temple.

"Zhang Chen, get up!" The little kid shouted subconsciously, then touched the bed casually, but found nothing.

The little kid was startled and quickly turned over and sat up, seeing Zhang Chen sitting in front of the window.

"Why did you get up so early today? Are you well?" When the little kid saw Zhang Chen sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly kicked off the quilt and jumped out of bed, looking at Zhang Chen with joy.

"It's fine now." Zhang Chen stroked the little kid's head with a smile: "Thank you, little senior sister, for taking care of me during this time. Senior sister, go and wash up quickly, so as not to be late for the morning class."

The little kid nodded happily and ran to the side to wash up.

Soon, Xiao Douding finished washing up, and with a happy face, he pulled Zhang Chen and said, "Let's go to do morning lessons."

"What's the current situation of the Taoist temple? How are the strange things happening down the mountain being dealt with?" Zhang Chen asked.

"The Pingbian Palace sent experts to investigate, but they found nothing. They just said that all the soldiers were killed by monsters. The ancestor sent down divine power overnight to investigate the entire Taoist temple, but he did not find any traces of the monsters. The matter had to be left unresolved. But I heard that the Pingbian King sent more troops this time, a total of 3,000, and there were more than 30 martial arts masters who practiced qi and blood." Little Douding said:
"But the brothers in our Taoist temple are unsure. They feel that the monster has not left and is hiding somewhere quietly. Maybe the monster is full after eating 3,000 soldiers and is resting now. When he gets hungry, he will come out to look for food again. Then we will be in big trouble."

(End of this chapter)