Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The Four Changes of Refining Realm is a watershed, and it is also the basic condition for becoming a Demon Slayer Guard.

The wandering spirit controls the qi, the blood qi is cultivated, and the spiritual thoughts are scattered. It is easy to attract evil spirits and take advantage of the emptiness.

When ordinary people break through this level, they will be guarded by masters.

For example, when Zhou Dao first broke through the Four Changes of the Refining Realm, because he sacrificed an electric mouse from Nanfu Mountain, he obtained an energy-gathering ring. After using it, there was no bottleneck.

Wang Xiaoyi is different.

His own foundation is superficial, and he was forcibly promoted to this level.

Fat Taoist's technique is extremely domineering, harvesting and nourishing all things, refining medicine and cultivating truth.

If the fortune is not deep, it will be doomed.

After Wang Xiaoyi's unreliable master taught the Dharma, he ignored it and slipped away!

Of course, there are also thoughtful reasons for this, and it was directly done to the mountain wall by others.

But looking at Wang Xiaoyi's excited appearance now, it is estimated that even if his eighteen generations of ancestors climbed out of the coffin to persuade him, they would not be able to persuade him to come back.

In the past two days, Wang Xiaoyi was in high spirits, and his spirit changed.

It looked like an orangutan who ate a basket of bananas, full of satisfaction and joy from beginning to end.

"Hey, after two days, I'll give you a big surprise." Wang Xiaoyi was beaming, wishing he could tell the whole world that he was about to break through.

"What surprise? You can upgrade to a gold-level VIP with your consumption at Zuichun Building?" Zhao Guangming asked curiously.

Wang Xiaoyi glanced at it, grinned and said, "It's even more exciting than that... It's one step closer to my dream."

As we all know, Wang Xiaoyi's dream is to go to the imperial capital one day and stay in Tianxiang Tower for one night, of course it is not just a simple stay.

Obviously, becoming a demon slayer guard, achieving success and fame, and entering the Tianxiang Tower, that is called having a face.

After all, Tianxianglou is the largest flower building in the imperial capital, with dignitaries, nobles, princes and princes... all the people in it are big shots, and they might not even be able to get in if they don't have any status.

"Don't ask, you will know when the time comes." Wang Xiaoyi grinned.

"I solemnly promise that when that time comes, I will cover the rest of your life."

Zhou Dao listened silently.

Although Wang Xiaoyi has a lot of money in his family and is a wealthy man in Ping'an Township, his temperament is extremely straightforward and righteous.

Obviously, he has tacitly agreed that he must be able to step into the four transformations of the refining realm, and he is not aware of any danger.

"That fat man didn't tell him anything." Zhou Dao thought to himself.

If nothing else, Wang Xiaoyi is basically a dead ball.

"Come to live!"

Wang Qingwan walked in.

Since Huo Changen's death, she has taken leave for a period of time, as if to help take care of Huo Changen's affairs.

Not seeing her for a few days, Wang Qingwan has lost a lot of weight, and her already slender figure looks even thinner.

"Captain Wang..." Zhao Guangming hesitated to speak.

His mouth was too stupid, and at this moment he wanted to say a few thoughtful words, but his tongue got stuck.

Zhou Dao shook his head helplessly.

Zhao Guangming is indeed only suitable for hiding in the corner silently, watching from a distance, and guarding his goddess with his eyes.

"Yeah." Wang Qingwan groaned, and put down the file: "You should be careful in handling it."

With just one sentence, Zhao Guangming was on the verge of crying.

So heartwarming.

He stared wide-eyed, looking at Wang Qingwan's retreating back, his eyeballs almost followed.

"As the captain, you are so approachable, and you have a relationship with your subordinates... Did you hear that?" Zhao Guangming said excitedly.

"Be careful when you handle it... My mother, my heart is melting..." Zhao Guangming was so excited that he couldn't calm down.

It looked like another orangutan also ate a banana.

Seeing Zhou Dao really wanted to give him a [Embarrassed Baby] on the spot.

"Slender Snake!?"

Zhou Dao opened the wooden box, and inside was a milky white long snake, all the scales on its body had fallen off, it was naked, and there were sticky mucous membranes.

"It's disgusting." Wang Xiaoyi covered his mouth and nose to resist the unpleasant stench.

Zhou Dao couldn't help frowning.

The shedding snake is a kind of snake demon.

It is recorded in "The Work Manual of Yuyaosi" that in ancient times, some ugly girls were regarded as monsters, and the mountain people in the village were superstitious, so they put heavy makeup on them and sent them to the cave to let them destroy themselves.

After these women died, their bodies were eaten by snakes.

The mountain snake was contaminated with resentment, and over time, it gradually changed into this kind of monster.

It is rumored that the scales of the molting snake can fall off and become a sticky film. If it is applied on the face, it can remove all spots and smooth out wrinkles.

This kind of "Yao Zhen" was once all the rage among the rich and nobles, and was favored by the ladies in the boudoir.

However, people later discovered that using this [Yaozhen] has a disadvantage, that is, it will accelerate aging.

Thirty years old, looks like sixty years old.

Gradually, no one used it anymore.

"It was raised by a sorceress in a village and sold to those rich peasant women. It's a crime." Wang Xiaoyi looked at the file and said.

Zhou Dao looked at the molting snake, and when no one was around later, he took it back and sacrificed it to the patriarch.

After a busy day, Zhou Dao cleaned up the molting snake and sealed it in a coffin.

When it was time to disperse, Wang Xiaoyi took the lead to leave Yuyaosi.

Looking at his hurried figure, Zhou Dao knew that this kid was obsessed with cultivation and couldn't extricate himself.

He wanted to step into the four transformations of the refining realm as soon as possible, and the temptation of power made Wang Xiaoyi almost tireless.

It was still early, so Zhou Dao first went to Uncle Qin's book club.

He was extremely curious about Fat Taoist's mastery, and wondered if he could find a clue in the ancient books here.

The No. 73 Publishing House was empty, and it was approaching the meal time, but there was no one there.

"Um?"

As soon as Zhou Dao walked in, he noticed a middle-aged scribe sitting in the corner, wearing a toga, he was a bit scholarly and angry, and his appearance was quite handsome, he looked like a stranger.

"Xiao Zhou, you are here."

Zhou Dao nodded, and took a second look at the middle-aged scribe.

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe raised his head and met his eyes. The other party seemed to have noticed him, but he only took a look, and then continued to look down at the book.

"Master Qin, who is that?"

"A friend who taught in the academy where I used to be the concierge." Uncle Qin said casually, "Come and see me."

"It turned out to be a teacher in the imperial capital." Zhou Dao was stunned, but without asking any further questions, he got into the pile of books and started to read.

Time passed, and before you knew it, it was getting dark.

Zhou Dao put down the scroll in his hand and looked out of the window. The full moon was rising and the lights of Wanjia were gradually turning on.

At this moment, a shadow loomed in front of him.

Zhou Dao looked up, but he was the middle-aged scribe just now.

"Little brother is eager to learn." The middle-aged scribe smiled and glanced at the book in Zhou Dao's hand.

"You are... Uncle Qin's friend!?"

The middle-aged scribe sat down, nodded and said, "My surname is Li, and my name is Li Yi. You can call me Mr. Yi."

"Mr. Yi? Which one?" Zhou Dao was taken aback for a moment, feeling that the name was a bit strange.

The middle-aged scribe stretched out his index finger and made a horizontal stroke in front of him.

"The number one in the world!"