"Hu, hu... I finally left that ghost place." Lao Zhu left the evil valley and ran for more than ten miles of mountain road. He saw that he could no longer see the valley. Then he stopped. He leaned against the trunk of a big tree and panted heavily. For a pig who was only two months old, running so far was no less than a marathon. He sweated like a sludge and sat on the ground like he was limp.

"Bang!" Lao Zhu put the nine-toothed rake that was resisting on his shoulder aside, but he made a muffled sound and smashed it into the ground. Lao Zhu was so scared that he shrank his head, and then he remembered that his nine-toothed rake was not an ordinary thing, but a fairy weapon with great origin.

There is a saying: This is to train the divine ice and iron, grind it into bright and bright. Laojun uses his own hammer to add charcoal chips to his own body. The five emperors of the five directions use their minds, and the six Dings and six Jias have worked hard. The nine-tooth jade hanging teeth are formed, and the two-ring gold fallen leaves are formed. The body is made of six stars, and the body is arranged according to the four seasons and eight sections. The length is up and down to determine the universe, and the left and right Yin and Yang are divided into the sun and the moon. The six-line gods are arranged according to the heavenly bar, and the eight trigrams are arranged according to the Dou.

The full name of the Nine-toothed Rake is Shangbaoqin Jinpalladium. It is forged by the Taishang Laojun with the divine ice iron. It uses the innate Eight Trigrams to condense the power of stars, making the palladium indestructible and has the ability to determine the universe and divide the sun and the moon. The two ornaments, jade pendant leaves, are also amazing treasures, which can be transformed into a six-glorious five-star array and blessed on the rake.

Originally, the treasure of the Heavenly Palace that Taishang Laojun made and gave to the Jade Emperor was awarded to Marshal Tianpeng by the Jade Emperor, which became Marshal Tianpeng's natal treasure. Although it was not as exaggerated as Sun Wuzi's Ruyi Golden Cudgel weighing 13,500 kilograms, it also weighed several thousand kilograms.

If the Nine-toothed Rake had not been sacrificed and refined by Marshal Tianpeng and had a perfect operation, and Lao Zhu occupied the reincarnation of Marshal Tianpeng, and he would not have to bear the actual weight of the rake when used. Otherwise, with Lao Zhu's current weaker body, it would be difficult to move, let alone carry it so far.

"Can this nine-toothed rake be contained in the body? Can such a large object be installed on the body?" From the memory left by Marshal Tianpeng, Lao Zhu discovered the basic method of using the nine-toothed rake, and was very curious.

"I don't have magic power, and I don't know if it can really drive it." Old Zhu couldn't suppress his strong curiosity, and immediately followed the Dharma in Marshal Tianpeng's memory and recited a spell in his heart. The pig's trotter pointed at the nine-toothed nail on the ground: "Baby, collect it!"

With Lao Zhu's order, the nine-toothed rake on the ground flashed, and suddenly turned into a ray of inspiration, and flew into Lao Zhu's body in a flash.

"Ah, it's really gone!" Although Lao Zhu was prepared, he was still slightly surprised and hurriedly looked inward according to the method in Marshal Tianpeng's memory. Sure enough, he found a nine-toothed rake floating in it in the lower abdomen dantian.

"This method is really effective! It really obeys the command!" Old Zhu looked surprised, as if he had discovered some treasure.

In the final analysis, Lao Zhu was just an ordinary person in later generations. Although in the era of information explosion in later generations, the topic of gods and ghosts had been discussed countless times, and there were countless related literary and film and television works, for most people, watching works in this area was just for entertainment. In fact, they did not believe that there were gods and ghosts. But now the living gods and magic methods appeared in front of Lao Zhu, and they were used by him by himself. How could he not surprise him?

"Baby, come out.Baby, come out.Baby, come out..." After discovering that he had actually possessed the real magical method, Lao Zhu was suddenly shrouded in an excited mood, and kept sacrificing the nine-toothed rakes, and was enjoying it. With the continuous driving, Lao Zhu became more and more proficient in the methods of sacrificing treasures and collecting treasures. Later, he had reached the level of being extremely familiar and flowing. With a thought, he could freely retract and release it.

However, Lao Zhu ignored one thing. Although the collection and release of the Nine-Toothed Rake is the most basic function of this spiritual treasure and does not consume mana, it still consumes a certain amount of divine consciousness. However, this divine consciousness consumption is too small for Marshal Tianpeng and has almost no impact on Marshal Tianpeng, so Lao Zhu did not take it seriously.

But Lao Zhu forgot that Marshal Tianpeng was a fairy who had cultivated himself into the soul of the soul, and he himself was just an ordinary person who had traveled from later generations. The difference between the two was apart. The consumption of the divine thought of retracting and releasing the nine-toothed rake was naturally minimal for Marshal Tianpeng, but it was really not small for him.

Therefore, while playing, Lao Zhu felt as if he hadn't been asleep for several days and nights, and his eyelids were as heavy as if he was filled with lead. After once again putting the Nine-Tooth Rake into his body, Lao Zhu, who had been supporting his excitement, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He yawned, leaned his head against the tree trunk, closed his eyes, and immediately snored loudly, and fell asleep.

Just after Lao Zhu fell asleep because of frequent retracting and releasing the nine-toothed rakes and his soul energy was consumed too much, there was another wave of trouble in Lao Zhu's Niwan Palace.

The Dan Jing says: "Entering between the two eyebrows, one inch is the Mingtang, two inches is the bridal chamber, and three inches is the upper dantian." The upper dantian is also known as Niwan Palace, Qiongshi, Shangtian, Zifu, Shishi, Shishi, Lingtai, Shanggong, Tiangong, etc. The actual size it occupies in the mind is not large, only one inch or two inches in a circle. However, there is a void inside, and its vastness is the residence of the human soul and the immortal soul.

While Lao Zhu was sleeping soundly, the soul living in the Niwan Palace continued to receive the memories scattered in the Niwan Palace after the soul of Marshal Tianpeng was broken. Finally, with the continuous reception of Lao Zhu's soul, the originally scattered Marshal Tianpeng's memory was gradually reunited to one place, forming a memory river. It began to connect and merge with Lao Zhu's own soul memory, and merge with Lao Zhu's long river of memory. At this point, Marshal Tianpeng's memory was completely accepted by Lao Zhu and became a part of his own memory.

But just after Lao Zhu's soul completely accepted Marshal Tianpeng's memory, the memory river that originally belonged to Marshal Tianpeng suddenly emitted a ray of light. These lights gathered together and formed a somewhat vague figure. The person's face was blurry and difficult to distinguish, but his body naturally exuded a fairy atmosphere.

After the vague figure appeared, it immediately flew along the already coherent river of memory towards Lao Zhu's soul core. Lao Zhu's soul will seemed to realize something was wrong, and he mobilized his soul energy to intercept the sudden appearance of the figure. However, the intercepted soul energy melted like the snow exposed to the sun, and could not cause any obstacles to the figure.

This vague figure is nothing else, but a trace of Marshal Tianpeng's will, which Lao Zhu thought had completely destroyed. Marshal Tianpeng's soul was destroyed and collapsed by the evil aura suddenly emerged from the evil valley, but his memory belonging to him still retains his will mark. Originally, these will marks also dissipated into countless parts with the memory, and they were not a climate at all.

But after Lao Zhu regained the scattered memories and included them in his long river of memory, the will imprints scattered in various memory fragments were also gathered together, and they were able to condense into a trace of Marshal Tianpeng's remnant thoughts. After discovering that his reincarnation body was actually occupied by Lao Zhu's soul, the trace of Marshal Tianpeng's remnant thoughts were immediately furious and wanted to invade Lao Zhu's soul core, completely erase Lao Zhu's soul will, occupy Lao Zhu's soul, and thus regain rebirth.

Although Marshal Tianpeng was a little surprised that his reincarnated pig body would be taken over by a human soul, he did not take Lao Zhu seriously because of this. An ordinary human who had not practiced any way was an ant to him. Even if he had only a trace of remnant will, his power was not something that an ordinary human soul could resist.

But just as Marshal Tianpeng's will was invincible all the way and broke into the core area of ​​Lao Zhu's soul, he was shocked to find that there was an illusory floating in the origin of Lao Zhu's soul, like a phantom black lotus. On this phantom black lotus, there were twelve petals.

"Twelve-grade black lotus!"

Marshal Tianpeng's will incarnation was shocked and did not care to erase Lao Zhu's soul will. He turned around and wanted to run out. Unfortunately, he was still one step late. Just when Marshal Tianpeng's will incarnation turned around, the phantom black lotus rooted in Lao Zhu's soul source suddenly lit up, and a black light shot out, directly illuminating on Marshal Tianpeng's incarnation. Marshal Tianpeng's slit could not even make a scream, and was completely annihilated by the black light.

At this time, Lao Zhu was leaning a pig's head against the trunk and sleeping soundly, and he was completely unaware of the thrilling scene that happened deep in his soul. His saliva flowed out of the pig's mouth with the rhythm of snoring, and a crystal silk thread hung on his mouth. As a philosopher sighed, sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of happiness.
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