Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 226: Fighting in the Mind
The first time Wanyan Kang’s demonic nature truly and thoroughly erupted, the damage it caused was terrifying.

He is like a source of plague. Anyone who gets close to him will be affected, become crazy, and be dominated by the desire to kill.

Those thousands of Mongolian soldiers were not killed by Wanyan Kang... at least not all of them. Most of them died from infighting in madness and chaos.

When everyone on the battlefield becomes crazy, the more brutal they are, the more miserable their death will be.

On the contrary, those who have a greater yearning for civilization in their hearts can gradually regain their sanity after a period of madness.

This was exactly what happened to Li Ying. He woke up from the horrific killing and destruction and saw the real hell on earth. Then he was frightened. When he saw Wanyan Kang walking towards him, he would rather bite his tongue and commit suicide than get close to Wanyan Kang.

And it is absolutely impossible that Wanyan Kang was so deeply possessed by the devil because the demon fetus let him go on its own initiative. After all the people were dead, it would retreat again and let Wanyan Kang wake up.

From the perspective of the demon fetus, once he erupts, he will completely control Wanyan Kang's body, and then do whatever he wants and release its chaos and evil.

Of course, Wanyan Kang was able to wake up because of Qiu Chuji.

Time goes back to the moment when Wanyan Kang was completely possessed by the devil. Qiu Chuji, who was far away in Mount Zhongnan, also felt the same feeling at the same time.

In just a moment, his mind was connected with Wanyan Kang, and his perspective switched to Wanyan Kang's in an instant.

At the same time, in the vision of his soul, Qiu Chuji arrived at a boundless sea of ​​blood. Dense black clouds were floating above the sea of ​​blood. The terrifying murderous intent continued to invade Qiu Chuji's soul, trying to drag him into the boundless hell and become a part of them.

In the Dao Heart Demon Planting Method, although the cauldron has to bear more, the person who plants the demon seed will also receive constant feedback.

This is actually a process of constant spiritual confrontation between each other.

When the impact is too great, this feedback may turn into a "backlash".

At this moment, Qiu Chuji was being attacked by the demon fetus.

The terrifying demonic tide, despite being at a great distance, swallowed up Qiu Chuji's soul in one gulp, trying to assimilate him into the demon.

A cold and strange laugh echoed harshly in the space of blood and darkness. All kinds of distracting thoughts turned into demonic shadows, shuttling back and forth beside Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji did not shout in panic, but sat cross-legged on the spot and began to recite the 'Taiyi Sin-Exorcism, Demon-Slaying and Body-Protecting Mantra'. A ball of mysterious light emerged from his soul and began to illuminate the entire consciousness space that was a mixture of red and black.

The soul also changed. It was no longer Qiu Chuji's normal form, but switched to the form of Ju Mang's soul. The vigorous life and fresh will fought against destruction and death, as if to cut the sky and the sea apart and cut through the hazy chaos.

The demonic shadows that were the embodiment of those distracting thoughts were annihilated by the sweeping sword energy.

The fallen dust accumulated into small isolated islands under Qiu Chuji's feet.

Taoism is not Buddhism, and it does not strictly prohibit human desires. Instead, it goes with the flow, sticks to one's heart, strictly observes the bottom line, and lets nature take its course.

Therefore, when Qiu Chuji swung his sword to slay the demon, he was also constantly taming and gathering these distracting thoughts. The harmless thoughts were not eradicated but reshaped. Therefore, as he continued to swing his sword, vitality began to appear around Qiu Chuji.

Soil, grass and trees appeared on the sea of ​​blood and began to grow lushly.

The island grew bigger and bigger, and gradually seemed to become land. The island was full of birdsong and flowers. In the midst of destruction and chaos, life and order were born.

Qiu Chuji should be thankful that the first spiritual form he cultivated was the God of Spring, Ju Mang.

This made it much easier for him to awaken vitality and restore order in the space of consciousness.

As more and more distracting thoughts were cut off and transformed, when the light of spring enveloped the ocean of consciousness, turning the sea of ​​blood into nutrients and the dark clouds into spring rain, the backlash brought about by this possession of the devil was slowly dispelled.

In reality, Wanyan Kang regained his sanity and became sober.

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When Wanyan Honglie led his troops on horseback to the ruins of Bazhou City, what he saw was Wanyan Kang, covered in blood, standing in the middle of a battlefield filled with corpses and blood. The soil had been watered red by the blood, and it gave off a bone-chilling chill from afar.

The broken bones, shattered limbs, and blurred flesh and blood...all stimulate the eyes.

It’s so tragic!
The tragic song of death is like a flower of flesh and blood blooming on this battlefield stained with blood.

This flower is weird and evil, like the darkest nightmare.

In a general battle, the red side has 3,000 people and the blue side has 5,000 people, fighting each other. It does not mean that all 8,000 people must be wiped out. If they fight like this, both sides will soon be left with no one.

Rather, after one party's strategic layout was penetrated, they were in a tight spot in all aspects and had to start choosing to transfer and retreat... Of course, it could also be said to be a rout.

The loss is mostly one third or more.

A considerable number of deserters would also be captured, captured, incorporated, or reduced to slavery.

The so-called annihilation of an army usually means that some troops died, some were captured, and some fled. Instead of returning, they chose to hide somewhere and change their identities.

A battlefield like the one before us, where all the people are completely wiped out, is rare throughout history. It is too tragic...

It was so tragic that the crows only dared to circle in the sky, and were too afraid to land because of the smell of blood.

Even some veteran soldiers who have experienced many battles could not help but feel nauseous when seeing this bloody battlefield.

Those new recruits who had not fought in any tough battles simply vomited everything out.

Wanyan Honglie also had a strong physical discomfort, and when he saw Wanyan Kang, the only one standing, he felt a kind of emotion called "fear" for his adopted son for the first time. From love to disgust, and then from disgust to touching, Wanyan Honglie's feelings towards Wanyan Kang fluctuated in these ranges, jumping back and forth repeatedly.

This was the first time he was so afraid of his son.

Wanyan Kang felt Wanyan Honglie's fear, so he stood up straight, threw away the broken sword in his hand, and smiled at Wanyan Honglie from a distance.

This smile made Wanyan Honglie rein in his horse and stand still, feeling a chill down his spine.

"This is not my son... I... I don't want a son like this!" Wanyan Honglie shouted desperately in his heart, but a forced smile appeared on his face: "Kang... Kang'er! I'm glad you're okay!"

"Are you... okay?"

At this moment, Wanyan Honglie's mood changed again.

He led thousands of elite cavalry and marched hundreds of miles to come, just to provide support because Wanyan Kang was suffering a loss.

But at this moment, he wished that Wanyan Kang would turn around, revealing a back full of arrows and holes. He would rather hold Wanyan Kang's body and stage a father and son farewell on the battlefield, the old man sending off the young man, and shedding a few tears.

"Father...my child, everything is fine!" Wanyan Kang smiled again, revealing his teeth with blood on them.

Wanyan Honglie shuddered and almost fell off the horse.

“Hahaha…hahaha! Good! It’s really good!”

"Good news, father! If you guard the granary, and we have food and grass, we can gather more of our old subordinates, and then fight a decisive battle with the Mongols." Wanyan Honglie moved his eyes away, and found that there was no good place to look. In the end, he could only look up at the sky and smile.

Wanyan Kang nodded, then pointed behind him and said, "Why are you still standing there? Move quickly... The Mongols won't give us too much time."

The Jin soldiers gritted their teeth and walked across the battlefield, then entered the warehouse.

The warehouse was indeed full of food and fodder.

In addition to food, there were also large quantities of clothing, dried meat, and so on.

There was just less wine and oil, after all, they had been taken out and spilled on the surroundings and the Jin soldiers.

But it's enough.

Such a large amount of food and fodder is enough for tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to eat for one or two months.

It seems that it cannot be solved once and for all, but having food and supplies for one or two months is enough to do a lot of things.

Everyone quickly loaded the food and fodder onto carts, and if there were no carts they used war horses to carry them.

When they had taken almost everything they could take away, they set the battlefield on fire.

When the raging fire started, it seemed to be washing away the blood and killing of that night.

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In the Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain, Qiu Chuji, who was sitting under the statue of the Three Pure Ones, slowly opened his eyes with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

After a night of spiritual perception and fighting in the space of consciousness, it is obviously not easy.

It can be imagined that such a situation will not happen only once, and he is mentally prepared.

Of course, at present, it is far from out of control.

In other words, if he really couldn't turn things around in the consciousness space, Qiu Chuji could also choose to give up the battlefield of consciousness, go to find Wanyan Kang in his physical body, and give him an iron fist punishment in reality.

However, this kind of consciousness game was also a good training for Qiu Chuji's soul, so he did not resist.

"Wanyan Kang's demon fetus should have been unlocked to more than 60%."

“If he fights a few more tough games, he will unlock more.”

"The desire to kill was not difficult to deal with at that time."

"The hard part is yet to come."

Qiu Chuji thought about it, stood up and walked out of the hall.

The sunlight penetrated the mountains and forests, falling unevenly but generously on the buildings, casting long and narrow shadows.

In the square in front of the gate, many Quanzhen disciples have begun to practice martial arts and sword skills to the sound of the morning bell.

Hundreds of disciples dancing with swords in unison looked quite impressive from a visual point of view.

Qiu Chuji was looking at the disciples standing everywhere and dancing with swords, as well as Yin Zhiping, Zhao Zhijing and others who were leading the way, when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

A vague idea gradually began to take shape.

Internal strength is difficult to achieve because the primordial Qi of heaven and earth is difficult to move. The world itself is just a small puddle. It is naturally very difficult for a person to draw a large bucket of water from the small puddle.

So if we can imitate and simulate the structure of the dragon veins, and then use the power of the group to extract some of the vast energy between heaven and earth, and then distribute and refine it, is this feasible?
(End of this chapter)