Chapter 315 — The Ancestral Secret Art
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Every generation of the Dark Demon Cult's leader had to comprehend his own Grand Unification Art before he could command the Great Nurturing Dark Demon Scripture, and the Grand Unification Art each man comprehended was different — not one was the same! Yet now, joining what he had heard of the woodcutter transmitting the scripture on the stone, Shen Mu discovered to his horror that the Grand Unification Art of the Dark Demon Cult and the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art were exactly the same! He felt a sense of time and space thrown into disorder: the Grand Unification Art of the Great Nurturing Dark Demon Scripture was actually the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art he cultivated! "Could it be that the Heavenly Sage Cult came out of the Land of No Sorrow?
Then that woodcutter who transmitted the method. .
. " His expression turned strange.
"He too was surnamed Shen? " He did not think much of it, and continued to look, gazing as if drunk and entranced, and all unknowing his own cultivation began to turn according to the diagrams painted by the man in the painting.
The circulation of his vital essence lost all sluggishness, growing ever more lively, ever more smooth.
By the time the man in the painting had painted the eighth diagram, he had at last finished painting everything from the laying of foundations to the Spirit Bridge realm.
Shen Mu devoted himself to memorizing it, but unexpectedly the man in the painting did not yet lay down his brush; he continued painting — he was painting a tenth diagram! "Beyond the Spirit Bridge realm, there are still more realms?
" Shen Mu was dumbfounded. Was the Spirit Bridge sacred treasury not the final realm?
Then what realm was the circulation diagram of the tenth diagram? The tenth diagram was already extremely complex, entangling the seven great sacred treasuries that came before.
When the vital essence circulated, all seven sacred treasuries had to be mobilized; it was intricate to the utmost, and a single misstep would bring a deviation of the qi and madness.
Shen Mu devoted himself to memorizing it, not daring to be careless in the least, but the information contained in this tenth diagram was too vast and too much, and it still left him dizzy and dazzled.
The man in the painting finished the tenth diagram, laid down his brush, and waited a moment.
When Shen Mu had completely memorized the ten diagrams, he suddenly struck with a vicious hand, attacking Shen Mu. Shen Mu hastily defended himself, and within a few moves was knocked to the ground by the man in the painting.
Having struck him down, the man in the painting did not press the attack, but waited for Shen Mu to recover, and only then continued his assault.
"He is feeding me moves!
" Shen Mu's eyes lit up.
On the deck of the treasure ship, many great shamans, shaman kings, and soldiers of the Man-Di Kingdom were attacking the bridge.
Two white bats and a dragon qilin guarded the door of the bridge, preventing them from breaking in.
Ban Gongcuo, meanwhile, was examining the books and treasures he had plundered from the treasure ship. "These books all have seals on them.
Breaking the seals will be somewhat difficult; I must invoke the flesh of my former life. " Ban Gongcuo looked through them one by one, and could not open a single one.
He could not help feeling somewhat disappointed, and turned his head to look at the buildings on the ship. "Two months now, and the boy still has not come out.
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" Suddenly a door opened, and Shen Mu, his nose swollen and his face bruised, poked his head out.
Catching sight of him, he beckoned to him. Ban Gongcuo was overjoyed, and hurried forward.