"Not so strong?" Chu Honglin frowned and looked at him.

Chu Zhiyuan's eyes were slightly closed, and the strange bytes were recited in the lower mouth, and the double palms were printed separately.

The sealing movement seems to have been practicing for a long time, quickly formed the seal, and then gently combined.

His body quickly put on a layer of light and golden light, becoming solemn and solemn.

The void drops a ball of golden light, the size of the fist, condensed into a small net.

Golden Net has a handkerchief size, and it floats lightly towards Chu Honglin.

Chu Honglin stretched out his hand and stretched it to his palm.

Golden Net suddenly penetrated into his palm.

"Um--?"

He suddenly frowned and looked at his palm, feeling his palm away from his body, and lost contact.

Chu Zhiyuan did not dare to use super sense in this palace, but stared at it.

"Fifteen Uncle, how do you feel?"

"Weird! Very weird!"

"Come again!"

Chu Zhiyuan's palms were sealing each other, looking slightly.

The lips are moving, and a strange notes are emitted.

At the same time, I think of a strange pattern in my mind.

This pattern is like a hundred peony fusion, and the folds of layers of folds are mixed together, but densely unconventional.

He knew that it was just thinking that this pattern was not directly remembered if it was not inherited directly into his mind. I was afraid that it would be difficult to live.

Too complicated, too dense, is a kind of beyond memory limit, which makes people dense and complicated.

He felt that if he didn't forget himself, he would not remember it soon.

Even if you are inherited, if you have a bad memory, you will quickly blur. In the end, this is a bit missing.

After a while, he was faintly golden, solemn and heavy.

Handlene seal is off, forming a new handprint.

In the new handprint, a group of golden light appeared in the void, and quickly condensed into a gold net.

This goldennet is twice the size of the previous, falling towards Chu Honglin.

Chu Honglin did not stretch his right hand this time, but stretched out his left hand.

Golden Net did not enter his left palm.

His face was slightly changed, frowning: "It's really weird!"

"Uncle Fifteen, how are you weird? Hurry up!"

Chu Honglin thought about it, and finally shook his head: "You try to give yourself a look."

"... That line." Chu Zhiyuan then showed again.

This time he made the Golden Net smaller, with only half of the size of the palm.

Chu Honglin laughed.

When the gold net fell towards him, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly accelerated and rushed over, blocking Chu Honglin in front of Chu Honglin, and reached out to block the gold net.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly felt that his left palm was not his own, and he lost control.

It seems to be amputated, and I lost this hand completely.

Chu Zhiyuan did not dare to take photos of others with super sensual holes, but he could take photos.

Under the inner photo, the gold net covers it and wraps the left palm.

The left palm fell into a fishing net like a fish and could no longer move.

When the vitality flows in, the breath that should originally flow to the meridians of the palm flows directly into the golden net and is absorbed by the golden net, making the golden net brighter.

The blood that originally flowed to the palm was also absorbed by the golden net, making the golden net brighter.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Chu Honglin in surprise.

Chu Honglin was frowning and staring at his palms, his breath surging.

Both palms began to gradually light up.

In the soft white light, the golden net gradually appeared on his skin.

The white light and the golden net are competing with each other and entangled together.

Slowly, the white light became brighter and brighter, and the golden net began to dim.

One ebbs and another rises, and finally the white light suddenly shines brightly, and the burst of light destroys the golden net, causing it to dissipate in the air.

"call--!"

Chu Honglin swung his palms, and it felt so good to regain control.

Only when something is lost can one feel more beautiful.

Chu Zhiyuan also began to use the Great Light Fist, so that the power of the Great Light Fist was contained but not released.

A ball of white light appeared in the void and condensed into a fist seal. After the light fist entangled with the golden net for a moment, it was broken through by the light fist and dissipated.

Chu Zhiyuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

The feeling of isolation covered by the golden net is too scary.

This Great Demon-Subduing Seal is too overbearing and its power is a bit astonishing.

Now it can only be used, and it has such power before even realizing it.

"How?" Chu Honglin smiled and said, "You made the right choice, right?"

"Thank you, Uncle Fifteen!" Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile: "He is indeed the most powerful!"

Chu Honglin said: "Actually, it is beyond my expectation. According to some ancient records, the Great Demon-Subduing Seal is a miraculous skill that can truly restrain heavenly demons, ranking first in power."

"If it's so powerful, why did the Demon-Fu Lingshan end its inheritance?"

"Clouds gather and disperse, prosperity must lead to decline, life must lead to death, the same is true for Fumo Lingshan, and those sects that were powerful for a time in ancient times also ended in the same way."

"Isn't it because of the decline of spiritual energy?" Chu Zhiyuan said.

"With the growth of the demon world, some spiritual energy has indeed been swallowed up, but this is not the fundamental reason why the ancient sect was cut off."

"What's the reason for that?"

"The passage of time and the changes in people's hearts." Chu Honglin shook his head and said: "Most sects were destroyed by civil strife."

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

Chu Honglin said: "Like this Demon-Subduing Mountain, it was destroyed due to civil strife, resulting in the Six Paths of Demon-Subduing Sutra being discontinued."

"Such sects often have mature inheritance mechanisms to prevent civil strife, right?"

"If it were really useful, there wouldn't be so many civil strife in the sect." Chu Honglin hummed: "Just like the throne, if the succession system of the eldest son of the emperor is formulated, will it prevent competition?"

Chu Zhiyuan was silent.

Even if the eldest prince became the prince, he could not completely stop the ambitions of the other princes.

After all, he is only one step away from the throne, and the temptation of the throne is too great, not only with power, but also with cultivation and longevity.

Unless, like Xiaotian Waitian, the emperor's sword directly recognizes the master.

But the practitioners of Tianwaitian are powerful and do not allow a weapon spirit to choose the emperor.

"Okay, this kind of thing is not something we can worry about. The Great Demon-Subduing Seal and the Great Light Fist can also help each other. The Great Light Fist helps to understand it, and it also helps to understand the Great Light Fist."

"The heart of light, the heart of compassion," Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "Plus the heart of slaying demons."

He felt the aura of the withered old man.

Sitting cross-legged in the void, the void was black, broken by the golden light around him.

Is this black darkness?

Is the golden light compassion or anger in the darkness, or murderous intent?

What do the notes chanted by the withered old man mean, and what language are they in?

"Uncle Fifteen, is there any record about the Demon-Conquering Lingshan Mountain? I'd like to take a look."

"Let's go, let's leave first." Chu Honglin said: "I will give it to you later."

"yes."

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Ninth Prince's Mansion

In the brightly lit courtyard, Chu Zhiyuan was sitting in the pavilion, drinking wine and reading books.

"Ancient Gouxuan Lu" is a book that records the status and news of sects in ancient times.

The dark yellow silk book was brought to him by Chu Honglin from Diwu Academy.

He saw the record about Conquering Demon Lingshan.

Fu Mo Ling Shan is the mortal enemy of the demon clan.

In ancient times, countless demons died at the hands of the disciples of Fumo Lingshan.

When the masters of the demon clan see the disciples of Fumo Lingshan, they are like a mouse seeing a cat, and they run away after hearing the news.

If it weren't for the scarcity of disciples in Fumo Lingshan, maybe all the demons would have been killed.

The favorite thing of Fumo Lingshan disciples is to kill demon disciples. They are extremely bloodthirsty and more like demons than demons.

The disciples of Fumo Lingshan cannot go down the mountain unless they are in the state of divine transformation. Everyone who goes down the mountain will cause a bloody storm among the demons.

Therefore, some people infer that the final destruction of Fumo Lingshan was probably related to the demons.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly smiled.

Finally, I saw in the book that the sounds recited by the disciples of Fumo Lingshan were divine texts.

There are even rumors that the Six Paths of Conquering Demons originated from the Gods.
Chapter completed!