father……
Are you going to kill me?
Looking at the black-maned tiger monster in front of him, Xia Ming's eyes suddenly focused.
Although the sword light between his fingers gradually dimmed, the murderous aura around Xia Ming did not diminish at all.
Staring at the tiger demon's red eyes, Xia Ming's heart was suddenly filled with waves of shock.
A guess emerged in his mind, and this guess made Xia Ming feel conflicted.
"The Dao Lord calculated, the Dao Fruit collapsed, and everything turned into chaos."
"Am I the only one left alive?"
"Or is this also a killing game?"
"Which one is true?"
"Which one is false?"
As his thoughts raced, Xia Ming's aura fluctuated.
Sometimes it is cold and chilly, with murderous intent surging, majestic and uncontrollable.
Sometimes the waves crash against the shore, with huge waves piling up, one higher than the other.
Finally, everything calmed down and Xia Ming returned to the darkness of his heart.
Their eyes met, and Xia Ming spoke again.
"Why did you kill him?"
"Because he stole Dad's things! He deserves to die!"
"Why did you kill him?!"
Xia Ming's voice became louder, and the black-maned tiger demon's body trembled violently.
"Because I don't like him..."
Hearing the tiger demon's answer, Xia Ming's eyes became increasingly darker.
As if sensing that Xia Ming still had murderous intent, the black-maned tiger demon immediately hugged Xia Ming's thigh.
"father……"
"Have you forgotten the child?"
"Have you forgotten Chongyang?"
When Xia Ming heard the word "Double Ninth Festival", his pupils shrank suddenly.
At this moment, the black-maned tiger demon dived into the river nearby.
The moment the tiger demon leaped, Xia Ming also opened his five-fingered hands.
The sword flashed across the water, and the tiger monster disappeared into thin air.
The river water erodes and leads to the underworld.
It is unknown how deep it can be traced back.
"The devil's disorder..."
"You are not Chongyang'er at all!"
"You are just a demon who stole a trace of Dao!"
"Dare to lie to me!? Just wait!"
Xia Ming suppressed the cold light in his eyes and did not rush to chase the black-maned tiger monster.
Without wasting any time, Xia Ming quickly returned to Wei San'e's side.
Fortunately, thanks to Xia Ming's powerful medicine, Wei San'e still had a breath left.
Xia Ming frowned, but Wei San'e looked relieved.
Staring at the flowing clouds above his head, Wei San'e sighed helplessly.
Noticing Xia Ming's arrival, this guy slowly turned his gaze towards Xia Ming.
"Brother Xia... I can't pay back your three spirit stones..."
"Hey... Brother Xia... I have a jade slip in my arms... It contains some of my insights."
"If Brother Xia doesn't mind...then take it...Brother Xia...Brother Xia...I want to change my name."
"The goal of becoming the Three Evils is still too far away... I'd better change my name to Wei Hu..."
"That tiger monster bit me so hard... I couldn't bear it..."
"Brother Xia, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely repay you."
"Oh, it's better to be alive."
"It's okay to die."
After saying this, he died.
Wei San died of evil.
Staring at Wei San'e's face, Xia Ming's pupils began to shrink violently.
In a trance, the face of Wei San'e in Yu Xiaming's eyes began to gradually become old.
Wei San'e...seems to be turning into Wei Hu little by little.
At this moment, an old man's long sigh sounded in Xia Ming's ears again.
【I have had many fears in my life. 】
[When you are young, you are afraid of tigers; when you are strong, you are afraid of rumors. 】
[When I get older, I start to fear the heights of mountains and strong winds. ]
【Wei Cang...is old.】
【When people grow old, they no longer rely on their muscles and bones for strength. 】
Just when Wei San'e's face was about to overlap with that of the old man.
A hint of murderous intent suddenly flashed across Xia Ming's eyes.
"Wei Hu? Say it again!"
"You want to lie to me too! Your name is obviously Wei San'e!"
"A demonic obstacle! Are you going to design one for me even after you die?"
"Why did you say that? All the Dao marks in your body are mine!"
"In this illusion, you are just a trace of my Dao!"
"You can't be called Wei Hu! You can't be Wei Hu!"
"Stop it!"
With murderous intent surging in his heart, Xia Ming's sword beams were intertwined in his palms.
Just when Xia Ming opened his hands and was about to completely destroy Wei San'e's body.
A strand of long silver hair fell quietly in front of his forehead.
White hair floats, blocking the eyes.
The sword light in Xia Ming's palm also gradually disappeared.
"Flowers in the mirror, moons in the water, everything is false."
"The false world is the true way, but it is my heart that is confused."
"This illusion is really not simple."
"Compared to Daojun, I still have a long way to go."
Xia Ming was calm, and Wei San'e's expression did not change at all.
Xia Ming took out the jade slip from Wei San'e's arms and buried it at the foot of the mountain.
A stone tablet was cut and four powerful characters "Xia Ming" were engraved on it.
——People in the three evil paths.
Before writing the inscription, Xia Ming read through Wei San'e's handwritten letter.
From that notebook, Xia Ming got a hint of inspiration for a breakthrough.
Wei San'e was right, there is a great road between mountains and rivers.
Mountains change and water flows.
Mountains and rivers are alive.
The same is true for the Tao.
The Tao also needs to find that crucial balance point.
Sitting quietly above the dark pool, Xia Ming seized the opportunity for a breakthrough.
The wind blew and ripples appeared on the water.
Although the reflection is fake, Xia Ming is real.
When the second strand of white hair falls on the forehead.
Xia Ming has been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage.
The golden elixir gives birth to the universe, and the primordial infant enlightens the mind.
Spiritual energy floated around, and a green lotus slowly emerged from the water.
It is hollow inside and straight outside, without vines or branches. Its fragrance becomes clearer as it spreads far away, and it stands tall and clean.
The green lotus slowly blossomed, and Xia Ming was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage as he wished.
His determination in the Tao was firm, and he was blessed with the extraordinary power of Qinglian.
Xia Ming's perception of the Dao marks around him also became clearer.
The world gradually became clear, and Xia Ming could tell what was true and what was false.
At the same time, within the realm of all laws.
Wanfa Daojun also tightened his grip on the fishing rod in his hand again.
"Good good!"
"Can't you tell the difference between true and false?"
"Then I'll help you again!"
"I will let you live a clear life!"
"All things are eternal and bright! All things are created by nature!"
"One thought from the heart of Tao! All Taos will be in full bloom!"
The Taoist Master Wanfa activated his secret technique, and the Dao mark on the fishing rod immediately became more than twice as thick.
Little by little, the calm water surface was disturbed again.
……
Wei San'e died, and Xia Ming continued to walk alone.
Following the traces of the black-maned demon tiger, Xia Ming continued to go deeper into the Central Region.
In front of a green mountain, Xia Ming finally found traces of the demon tiger.
Just when Xia Ming was about to go up the mountain, an old man on the side of the road stopped Xia Ming again.
"This young man, don't dare to go up the mountain!"
"You don't know, this mountain is called the Nine Demon Mountain, there are nine mountain masters on the mountain, each one is more powerful than the other, they even have the means of immortals, they can pluck heads and dig out hearts, doing all kinds of evil! The nine demons have been entrenched in this mountain for hundreds of years, even the immortals can't do anything to them. In addition to the nine mountain masters, there are a group of evil bandits in the mountain, like wolves and tigers, extremely difficult to deal with!" The old man's words naturally could not stop Xia Ming's steps.
As soon as he entered the mountain path, Xia Ming smelled a strong smell of blood.
Going up step by step, the bloody smell around him almost solidified.
All the people in Nine Demon Mountain were killed.
Pushing open the heavy door, the Nine Demon Hall was covered in blood.
Even Xia Ming couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the scene.
On the high main throne, the black-maned tiger demon was biting a human head with its big mouth.
He bit off the neck, twisted off the head, used the skull as a wine cup, and drank the blood inside.
And under the high seat of the tiger demon, there was a pile of blood, flesh and mud.
Heads piled up one after another, their eyes widened, staring at Xia Ming in front of them.
Before Xia Ming could say anything, the tiger demon spoke first.
"father……"
"Are you here?"
"Chongyang has been waiting for you for a long time."
Walking towards the tiger monster step by step, Xia Ming's eyes were cold.
"Dad... do you want to eat something?"
As he spoke, the black-maned tiger demon handed over the head in his hand.
He pulled the tiger demon off the high seat, with a sword flashing in his palm, Xia Ming had already decided to kill.
Sensing Xia Ming's murderous intent, the man-eating tiger demon's eyes suddenly turned red.
No resistance, no glaring.
The tiger demon just stared at Xia Ming's face quietly with his eyes wide open.
"father……"
"Are you going to kill me again?"
"Dad! Haven't you noticed yet?"
"They are all fake! This world is also fake! They are all transformed by Dao Hen!"
"Only you and I are real! We have to become stronger and stronger, we have to refine the Dao Marks, only in this way can we escape from this cage!"
"Dad! We have to go back and help them! Dad! Have you forgotten me? Have you forgotten them too?"
"If Dad wants to kill me, then kill me. After all, you are my father..."
"Dad... Chongyang wants to go home."
"What's wrong with me!"
Staring at the trembling eyes in front of him, Xia Ming's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Being able to say such words, could the black tiger in front of him really be Chongyang'er?
If we kill him by force, it would be fine even if he is just suffering from mental disorder.
If he was Chongyang, there would be no chance of redemption.
Chongyang'er was originally Xia Ming's beacon. If Xia Ming took action personally, he would surely die.
Looking at the horrific sword mark on the tiger monster's abdomen, Xia Ming's eyes were dark.
Above the sword mark, strands of blood-red traces were constantly healing the hideous wound.
Xia Ming pressed his big hand hard on the demon tiger's shoulder and asked again:
"Why did you kill Wei Sane?"
"Because he wants to deceive Dad! He wants Dad to be addicted to this. He wants Dad to die. He is a bad guy!"
"Then why are you running away!"
"Because Dad wants to kill me...I can't die yet! I have to tell Dad the truth!"
"Then why are you waiting for me here?"
"Because I believe in Dad..."
When saying these words, Chongyang'er was firm in his heart, without any abnormal fluctuations.
Pulling up Chongyang who was kneeling on the ground, Xia Ming let out a long sigh.
"Don't eat people anymore. I will teach you how to cultivate Dao Marks."
"What you gain from eating people cannot compare to the understanding of the great situation of mountains and rivers."
Looking at Xia Ming in front of him, Chongyang nodded vigorously.
"Chongyang always listens to his father."
After the Nine Demon Mountain, Xia Ming had Chongyang following him.
While continuing to travel with Chongyang, Xia Ming continued to comprehend the traces of the divine path.
Transformation of the spirit, transformation of the spirit, what is transformation of the spirit?
All the laws and principles turn me into a god!
Xia Ming wanted to do more than just refine the Dao Mark.
He must also continue to improve his perception and truly become a god.
Xia Ming plans to take a different path to becoming a god.
……
If you refine a mountain, you will become the god of the mountain; if you refine a river, you will become the god of the river.
On an ordinary hill in the Central Region, Xia Ming began his journey of becoming a god.
One mountain per year, one river per decade, one hundred years of continuity, one thousand years of expansion.
When clouds rise in the mountains and rivers, the gods will emerge.
Dao traces accumulated, mountains and rivers connected, and Xia Ming could sense more and more things.
He can feel the slightest movement on the ground, and he can even more feel the demands of the people in the mountains and rivers.
The people of Dongsang Town prayed for rain from heaven.
The people of Xiling Town are eager for the flood to stop.
Xia Ming had an idea, and the dragon traveled a hundred miles in Xilingchuan.
The blocked river course was suddenly cleared, and the vast flood turned into water flowing eastward.
Water vapor rises from the mountains and rivers, dark clouds cover the sky, and head straight for Dongsang, where the heaven descends to benefit all living things.
In a short time, people rushed to tell each other, and one person told ten people, and ten people told a hundred people.
They said that a god appeared in the Xiling River.
Afterwards, the people built a temple on the Xiling River to hold sacrifices.
The name of the temple is Zhenxian Temple.
As Xia Ming refined more and more mountains and rivers, the coverage of Zhenxian Temple became larger and larger.
Each of the True Immortal Temples is like a nail driven into the mountains and rivers.
As more temples are built for worship, naturally more incense is offered.
There are also traces of Tao within the incense.
Because of the blessing of the Avenue of Incense, Xia Ming's path to becoming a god became more and more terrifying.
With the power to control mountains and rivers, and the blessing of the people, Xia Ming's strength has reached an extremely terrifying level.
As the territory continued to expand, not only people, but even the creatures in the mountains and rivers began to wait for Xia Ming's orders.
As the path to spiritual transformation continued to evolve and improve, Xia Ming began to focus on the Yin and Yang realms.
Refining the void and returning to the yang are so wonderful and endless.
The moon is the moon, the sun is the day, yin and yang rotate, and day and night alternate.
Xia Ming not only wants to dominate the mountains and rivers of the Central Region, he also wants to dominate the black and white of the Central Region!
Isn’t the alternation of day and night also a kind of change in Dao Mark?
Night is Yin and day is Yang!
Just as Xia Ming was using the Avenue of Incense to continuously refine the Yin-Yang Dao Marks.
He also noticed several unique and wonderful existences.
A green crane with nine heads and a yellow dragon with a broken horn.
A white snake with broken scales, a black wolf, and a red toad.
They are Yuanyang Dunyi, they are Yuanyang's Dao traces.
At the same time, they are also Xia Ming's signposts.
After teaching these five people the method of refining Dao Marks, Xia Ming sent them to other Tianye.
It was still too slow for him to refine the Dao Mark by himself.
If there is the blessing of Dunyi, the situation will be much better.
As Xia Ming continued to refine the mountains and rivers of the Central Region, he began to balance yin and yang, preparing to advance into the Mahayana realm.
It seems that escaping from this cage is just around the corner!
Sorting out the traces of the Tao, alternating between day and night, balancing yin and yang, advancing to the Mahayana stage... these are not things that can be accomplished overnight.
Xia Ming needs time to comprehend and deduce continuously.
So, he left the matters outside to Chongyang'er.
In addition to Chongyang'er, Xia Ming also promoted several grass-headed gods.
These mountain elves can also hear the demands of the people.
Putting aside all distractions, Xia Ming began to retreat.
Every few years, Xia Ming would wake up and explain some things.
When Xia Ming came out of seclusion for the first time, he found that the scale of the Zhenxian temples in various places had expanded several times.
As the Zhenxian Temple expanded and its believers increased, the traces of Taoism in his retreat area also became much denser.
When Xia Ming came out of retreat for the second time, he found that his retreat place had become impregnable.
After listening to Chongyang'er's report, Xia Ming felt relieved and then went into seclusion again.
When Xia Ming came out of seclusion for the third time, he waited for a long time, but he still couldn't see Chongyang'er.
After a slight perception, Xia Ming did not find anything wrong, except that the incense marks on his body became more than twice as heavy.
The ever-accumulating traces of incense and offerings are both a wealth of practice and a trouble.
It takes a lot of time to balance these traces of incense and Tao. What the Mahayana realm pursues is the succession of yin and yang and the long road.
Instead of one being prosperous and the other declining, with yin and yang out of balance, the traces of incense and Taoism are difficult to digest.
After waiting for a long time, Xia Ming finally saw Chongyang who had arrived late.
"Dad! I'm late!"
Looking at Chongyang'er kneeling at his feet, Xia Ming slowly stroked Chongyang'er's black mane with his big hand.
"Go ahead, practice well, don't be lazy."
"Okay, Dad!"
After Chongyang left, Xia Ming slowly spread out his hands.
But a thin trace of blood was left on Xia Ming's index finger.
There is resentment in the blood, although it is dim, it is extremely eye-catching.
It's not demon blood, it's human blood.
The blood of people who died with resentment. (End of this chapter)
