Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

This painted-skin demon was clearly attracted by the aura emanating from the great formation.

At this moment, the smile on its flat face became even brighter, and it raised its hand to continue combing its hair.

The fishy, ​​sweet smell in the air grew stronger.

"not good!"

Chen Mo subconsciously held his breath, but it was too late.

I saw flickering lights and shadows before my eyes, and familiar or unfamiliar faces distorted and flashed by. I heard incomprehensible whispers in my ears, which brought waves of dizziness.

Spiritual erosion!

He snorted coldly, bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain instantly cleared his mind.

At the same time, the paper figure in his hand moved without wind, floated out, and in the blink of an eye transformed into three human-sized swordsmen.

"Stop playing tricks! Kill this ugly freak for me!"

The Painted Skin Ghost paused in his combing motion, his slit eyes fixed on the three paper figures, his gaze filled with a mixture of confusion and anger at being provoked.

The already faded floral dress, along with the cracked old woman's skin covering it, slid off her body like a discarded garment.

The true form of the painted-skin demon was revealed.

The blood-red body, exposed to the moonlight, looked like a humanoid lump of flesh whose skin had just been peeled off, with exposed muscles and fascia, dripping with a viscous, dark red liquid.

Only the patch of scalp on the top of his head was completely intact, its black hair mixed with pale white, making it stand out starkly and eerily against the backdrop of scarlet.

It let out a shrill cry that sounded inhuman, brandishing its claw-like fingers and bones, and rushed towards the paper figure with a chilling wind.

The three paper puppets, wielding swords and weapons, moved swiftly. Their faces, devoid of features and completely blank, exuded a chilling aura.

Under Chen Mo's control, the paper arm went straight up and clashed head-on with the claws. The collision between the paper arm and the ghost claws produced a metallic clang.

The other two figures slid and weaved to the left and right, their thin blades made of paper drawing chilling arcs as they aimed directly at the painted skin demon's joints and neck.

Although the painted-skin demon was ferocious, its body was still made of flesh and blood.

Under the combined attack of the three perfectly coordinated paper puppets, they were quickly overwhelmed.

The paper blade swept across, bringing up sprays of blood and bits of flesh.

It roared repeatedly, its chilling aura constantly trying to erode the paper puppet, but it was blocked by the evil energy on the paper puppet.

Seizing an opening, the paper puppet, which was facing the ghost head-on, suddenly opened its arms and, ignoring the ghost claws piercing into its paper body, clamped down on the painted skin ghost's arms.

The paper puppets on both sides lunged forward in an instant, their paper blades slashing across each other—

Click!

A sickening sound of bones cracking rang out.

The demon's hideous head, complete with a piece of scalp, separated from its body and spun up.

The headless body convulsed violently a few times before turning into a pool of foul-smelling blood that seeped into the ground, leaving only a few wisps of black smoke to dissipate.

The head fell to the ground, rolled around, and finally came to rest face up.

His narrow eyes were wide open, filled with resentment, and his lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Soon, the head melted away like wax, leaving only a palm-sized piece of scalp lying quietly in the filth, gleaming with an ominous oily sheen.

The three paper puppets quietly retreated to Chen Mo's side, and the tear in the chest of one of them, caused by the ghost claw, was slowly healing itself.

"Luckily, this guy isn't very strong!"

Chen Mo, whose back was already soaked with sweat, stepped forward, took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, and wrapped the still slightly throbbing painted skin ghost's head skin, folding it carefully layer by layer.

It felt heavy in my hand, and had a chilling, sinister aura.

This thing is extremely sinister, but if handled properly, it may come in handy in certain unorthodox techniques or in the crafting of specific magical artifacts.

Chen Mo put it away, glanced around the now deathly silent surroundings, and only after confirming that there was nothing else amiss did he quickly head into the city.

This place is only a few kilometers away from the great formation, and he is not sure if Master Liu can sense the fluctuations in energy here.

. . . . . .

The journey back was relatively smooth. After bypassing several patrolling police teams, Chen Mo arrived safely at the side room of Du'e Zhai's shop.

After he bolted the door shut, he leaned against the cold door and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

As his tense nerves relaxed, the fatigue and lingering fear that he had forcibly suppressed during the battle surged back, and a chill ran down his back from the cold sweat.

"No, we must open the Yin Aperture as soon as possible; this situation is too dangerous!"

After several days of preparation, he was planning to make a breakthrough tonight, but he was interrupted by those thugs.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Chen Mo dared not delay. He didn't even light an oil lamp, but only relied on the moonlight shining through the window to quickly walk into the inner room.

First, place the painted ghost head wrapped in yellow paper into a ceramic jar lined with incense ash, and then affix two talismans to it.

After doing all that, he sat cross-legged on the makeshift wooden bed.

My heart is still beating a little fast.

His encounter outside the city was like a thorn, reminding him that the world was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Close your eyes and concentrate, dispelling distracting thoughts.

Chen Mo exhaled a long breath and began to slowly breathe in and out according to the method of the "Taiyin Chongxing Jue".

A few days ago, he tried to cultivate during the day, but his progress was slow and he could hardly feel the Yin energy.

It wasn't until he practiced under the moonlight that he realized the difference; his efficiency was significantly higher.

At this moment, he deliberately faced the window, letting the blood-red moonlight fall upon him.

As the mental cultivation method was activated, the Moonlight Treasure Mirror, which had been dormant deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, stirred slightly.

An invisible force of attraction spread out, and the moonlight, which was imperceptible to ordinary people, was slowly drawn in.

All the moonlight that is drawn must first be filtered through the treasure mirror.

The Yin energy was stripped away, the turbidity was cleared, leaving only the purest essence of Taiyin, which flowed gently into his meridians.

The cool airflow traveled along the path of the cultivation technique, initially like a trickle of water, gradually converging into a stream.

Wherever it passed, there was not biting cold, but a refreshing coolness that cleansed the flesh and nourished the bones.

Ultimately, all the energy flowed towards a mysterious and unpredictable location below the dantian.

The place was originally empty, as if it were nothingness.

But as the pure Yin energy continued to gather and compress, a tiny, almost imperceptible gap seemed to be slowly being widened.

Chen Mo immersed himself in it, guiding it with all his might.

Time passed slowly, and the moon rose high in the sky, its radiance at its peak.

The accumulated essence of Taiyin has reached a critical point.

boom!

A silent tremor reverberated in my mind.

Below the dantian, a certain barrier suddenly opened up!

A tiny acupoint has been successfully opened!

It is not a physical entity, but it exists in perception like a vortex, slowly rotating and automatically absorbing the Yin energy around it after it has been purified by the Moon Essence Mirror.

The moment the acupoint took shape, Chen Mo trembled, feeling as if he had become a little lighter, and his connection with the red moon in the sky had become slightly closer.

The first yin orifice is complete!

Chen Mo opened his eyes, a faint purple light flashing in them before disappearing.

He felt the faint pulse in his lower abdomen and the significantly stronger Yin energy within his body, and a look of relief and joy finally appeared on his face.

"The Moonlit Mirror!"