Demon Slayer Starts From the Proficiency Panel

"It turned out that this thing helped me!" Looking at the white ball in the palm of his hand, Ning Xiu's expression was quite surprised.

This white round bead is nothing else, it is the ghost tear left from the eyes of the resentful yin.

At the beginning, Su Qianqian said that this thing has a great effect and is a treasure, but Ning Xiu has not taken it seriously.

But today it seems that this thing is indeed a good treasure.

All the dark and evil thoughts were suppressed and absorbed by Gui Lei and the string of Buddhist beads from the monk Zhengwu, and Ning Xiu's body returned to normal.

This evil has become more and more tricky. Who knows if there are any evil spells that have not been used, Ning Xiu can't delay it.

The next time he is hit, he may not be so lucky again. Seeing Ning Xiu attacking, the tree demon panicked and planned to avoid it.

As it just said, it is not good at fighting. If it really wants to fight Ning Xiu to the death, it must not be Ning Xiu's opponent.

"Wait a minute! I would like to talk and negotiate with you, and I would like to send you out of this place." The tree demon hurriedly shouted.

But Ning Xiu was reluctant to listen to this. If such evils are not eliminated today, they will become a serious problem in the future.

The internal power of the Fenyang Tai Yaojing burst out at this moment, and was completely poured into the thunder hammer by Ning Xiu. This hammer will be Ning Xiu's most peak hammer so far.

boom!

The tree demon's neck was directly broken, and the trunk part with a large number of human head fruits was separated from the tree demon's body on the spot.

Without the nutrient supply of the Dryad, all the fruits withered and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"My more than 200 years of practice have been destroyed in the hands of your child... I'm not reconciled!!!"

The tree demon's voice became weaker and weaker, and eventually it was gradually burned to ashes in Ning Xiu's Chi Yan internal power, and the breath was gone.

[Kill the evil god, get general proficiency +3000]

Ning Xiu nodded, as he guessed, this tree demon is the incarnation of Jinzhao Temple, and it can also be said to be the deity of Jinzhao Temple.

For more than 200 years, this fierce god has not known how many innocent people have been ingested into this mural world. According to what it said, it should be borrowing these people for his own practice.

The devil is dead,

This side of the mural world suddenly began to vibrate violently, and it was suspected that there was a sign of collapse.

Ning Xiu hurriedly lifted the state of the king, walked over to get a long gown and black silver chain armor to put on, then ran to Ren Qianxing and Zheng Wu who were still drunk, and forcibly gave them a big mouth, so that they could Wake up immediately.

As the Demon Commander who stumbled into such a strange place, he was able to attack like the ordinary people next to him. If he hadn't come by himself, his life would have been at risk. Such negligence would not be wrong.

After Ning Xiu's two slaps went down, Ren Qianxing and Zhengwu cried out, and quickly got up from the ground with their hands covering their faces.

"Brother Ning? Why are you here?" Ren Qianxing said happily.

"Let's not talk about it, get ready, we should be leaving this place soon." Ning Xiu raised his head and looked at the increasingly obvious earth shaking around him.

I saw that kind of colorful bubble film appeared in the air, and everyone's eyes were full of flowers, and when they opened their eyes, they appeared in the previous Mahavira Hall.

In addition to Ning Xiu, Ren Qianxing, and Monk Zhengwu, there were many more people in this Mahavira Hall at the same time.

The knights, traders, officials, guards... all of them were ordinary people who had been taken into the world of murals by Jinzhao Temple before, and they were also the group who drank their saliva as peach blossom wine under the peach tree together with Ren Qianxing and Zhengwu. people.

With the death of the fierce god of Jinzhao Temple, these people were all released from the world of murals.

"Lord Ning! You are here!" Xia Yunsi, who had been waiting in the Daxiong Palace, saw the sudden appearance of Ning Xiu and the three of them, and immediately ran over with joy.

"What the hell is going on here, this is Jinzhao Temple, so where were we just now?" Ren Qianxing asked in a daze as he touched his dizzy mind.

"Hey, the Buddha beads that Master passed on to me, why are they gone?" Zheng Wu touched his whole body, but he couldn't see the whereabouts of the string of Buddha beads.

At the same time, Jinzhao Temple is everywhere inside and outside.

Groups, groups of people who were once taken into the world of murals were all released. Like Ren Qianxing, they all looked around in confusion, wondering why they appeared in this place.

Those who had been trapped for hundreds of years had no time to react after leaving the mural world, and they instantly turned into skeletons.

After staying in the world of murals for hundreds of years, they have long since become deceased people. When they return to the present world, they will naturally return to dust and dust, and they cannot escape the laws of nature.

And people who have been sleepy for decades, the whole body begins to age at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming the physical state they should have at their age.

"No! I, how can my body be like this." The groom's voice, who was riding on the horse, exclaimed in an old voice.

The horse under his seat has already reached the age of death, which will directly collapse to the ground, and the fallen groom will roll off the horse's back, but even so, he is completely indifferent, but looks at himself with wrinkles and age spots in disbelief. His eyes were full of fear.

How can I go to marry my wife when I look like this?

"Why are we still at Jinzhao Temple!" The woman in the green skirt sitting on the carriage looked at the heavy rain outside the window incredulously. In her memory, the caravan had already evacuated from the Jinzhao Temple for dozens of miles.

Why did he come back here in the blink of an eye, and there were many people he had never seen before in the surrounding area. Jinzhao Temple, which was originally desolate and silent, became lively.

In an instant, Jinzhao Temple, which was already very dilapidated, began to decay. The main hall and Langfang in the temple began to dissipate with the wind like quicksand, and finally turned into ruins.

With the death of the fierce god of Jinzhao Temple, this once ancient Buddhist temple could no longer resist the erosion of the years and entered the end of its destruction.

No one noticed, including Ning Xiu himself, when the Jinzhao Temple began to weather, a large number of transparent fragments all flocked to Ning Xiu's place, and then quietly merged into his left arm.

At this time, the night has passed, and the eastern hills are covered with fish belly white, but it is the dawn.

Another brand new day.

...

It is really difficult to explain the murder of the Jinzhao Temple to the people who are trapped in it. The most painful are those who have been trapped in the world of murals for decades.

Derailed from the outside world for decades, the parents, wife and daughter of the family do not know what happened, and it is known that there is less information about today's big businessmen for decades.

In their respective hometowns, I am afraid that it is very difficult for these people to return to the normal life as before.

This kind of thing about watching chess is also bizarre and bizarre. It is hard to believe that most of them will be regarded as a fantasy.

He found the black wind, black tiger, and iron-eating beast from all over the ruined Jinzhao Temple. Ning Xiu explained the reason to Ren Qianxing, Zhengwu, and Xia Yunsi.

Then the four of them split up to inform the people who were at a loss.

After hearing the truth about Jinzhao Temple, some people were shocked and surprised.

Some people hugged their heads and cried on the spot, how many years of life can be spent like this, and some people have spent half their lives in the world of murals.

Some people stayed in the mural world until they were half buried in the ground.

Seeing these tragic people crying, Ning Xiu could understand very well.

After all, the rotten one in Guanqi was only the handle of the axe, and the old one was only from outside the mountain. The woodcutter was not affected by any years.

Some people began to leave Jinzhao Temple one after another, preparing to go back to their hometowns to see.

Some people still stay in the Jinzhao Temple, trapped in memories, and everything is like a dream.

They must be given a period of relaxation before they can recover.

The sky in the east was bright, and the torrential rain finally stopped. After the rain, the air in the mountains and forests became extraordinarily fresh, mixed with a hint of moist soil and the fragrance of grass.

Everything that should be explained has already been explained. Those who are still unable to recover have to give them time. Ning Xiu and the others still have important things to do, so naturally they cannot continue to stay with them.

After the rain stopped, several people rode on their respective mounts, left Jinzhao Temple, and continued on the road to Shenjia Town.

"Lord! A few adults."

However, not long after leaving the Jinzhao Temple, someone else's shouts came from the road behind him.

Ning Xiu looked back, and it was the Li family caravan that came.

After experiencing the incident at Jinzhao Temple, the woman in the blue skirt felt even more urgent to walk with Fu Mowei all the way.

It's rare to come to the same starting line as these demon subduing captains, so he has to be cheeky and ask to hug his thighs.

"Several adults, can we go together? It's better to have a company." The caravan's guard leader rode a horse to catch up and asked.

"Sorry, I'm waiting to get to Shenjia Town in a hurry. Your caravan is moving too slowly, I'm afraid it won't be able to keep up with our progress." Ren Qianxing refused directly and decisively.

There is a huge difference between the speed of alien beasts and horses, and even the best horses are not comparable to alien beasts in terms of speed and endurance.

If he promised this caravan to accompany him, he would only be able to arrive at Yunxia Mountain for several days at night.

Seeing that the four demon subduing captains declined their request, the alien beasts quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

...

Before the official road was blocked due to the earth dragon turning over, Shenjia Town could be regarded as a small place in the edge area of ​​Yunze Prefecture.

Few people pass by this place, but after the official road was temporarily closed for a short time, Shenjia Town, as the first town on this old road, instantly became extremely important.

As a result, the town became extraordinarily popular overnight, and the flow of people in the inn in the town became much larger.

For all those who travel from Jingzhou to Yunzezhou, Shenjia Town is the first place to rest.

And this place also has masters sent by Fu Mosi to sit in town, which is a relatively safe place.

When the outline of a town with white walls and black tiles appeared at the end of the road, Ren Qianxing finally showed a smile: "Finally here, this road crosses Shenjia Town, we must start from Shenjia Town. Only after passing through the middle of the town can you reach the road at the other end of the town."

Xia Yunsi said with a smile: "Shen Congyun, such a cautious and stubborn person, actually agreed to go out with you to Yunxia Mountain this time. I still can't figure out why, did you ever prevent him from a life-and-death crisis that made him owe him money? Have you a favor?"

"Senior sister, don't be joking, I and Cong Yun have a life-long friendship in the championship camp. Although he is greedy for life and fear of death, if I have something to ask him for help, he will definitely not refuse."

Walking into the Shenjia Town, Ren Qianxing said to Ning Xiu and the others, "You should find an inn to rest first, I will find someone, and then I will meet you again."

"it is good."

Leaving a puppet to follow Zhengwu, Ren Qianxing left alone and went to find his friend.

While Ning Xiu and the others casually found an inn with a guest room to rest for the time being, as soon as they entered their room, Ning Xiu immediately took off his black silver mail and clothes, and began to check his left arm.

In fact, after leaving the world of murals, he had wanted to do this for a long time, but there was no private space, and it was difficult for others to know the changes that had happened to him.

At this time, on Ning Xiu's left arm, there were impressively spiral dots formed after twelve Buddha beads entered his body, and a white circular pattern on the palm of his left hand was also very obvious, which was the ghost tear.

But no matter how Ning Xiu tried, he couldn't find out what the thirteen circular patterns actually did.

"I asked the monk Zhengwu on the road before, and he said that the string of Buddha beads was given to him by his master, not an ordinary thing. Now that the twelve Buddha beads are drilled into my arm, there must be some ability. Is it true? My activation method is wrong?" Ning Xiu frowned.

But after fiddling around for a long time, he couldn't make the thirteen circular patterns react at all, so he finally had to give up.

Maybe it's not the time yet, I'll explore it later.

...

After waiting in the inn for an hour, Ren Qianxing returned with a young man who looked plain.

This "average appearance" definitely does not mean anything derogatory, this person is really the kind of public face that will not attract your attention when placed in a crowd.

Eyes, nose, mouth, and features are all ordinary to the ordinary.

Coupled with the simple official uniform of the yamen, this person reveals two words: ordinary.

"This is Shen Congyun. He was the same batch of apprentices as me at the beginning of the championship camp. Now his strength is the ninth rank of Music Dao." Ren Qianxing introduced with a smile.

The way of music, like the way of painting, belongs to the type of elegant talent.

The rhythm and Tao are good at using various instruments, and the reliable music of the lower three products affects the minds of others and disturbs their thinking and actions.

The third grade is much more powerful, and can control other people's body movements to serve their own lives.

As for the top three, it is incredible, not only can you use musical instruments to confuse the minds of others, make people block their memories, and become a brand new blank person.

It can also obliterate thousands of troops in one song, and the lethality is extremely terrifying.

However, the way of melody, the way of painting, and the way of calligraphy belong to the kind of Dao that requires special talent and comprehension ability, and it is not something that ordinary people can easily practice.

People without talent might only stay at the ninth rank for a lifetime and cannot improve, so there are very few people who are proficient in this way.

It is even rarer to have masters of the rhythm Dao who can cultivate to the upper third rank.

"I've seen everyone, Senior Sister Xia, I'm in Shen Congyun, the town's official." Shen Congyun said with his fists folded.

But Ning Xiu looked at the other party with strange eyes, and his expression was a little hesitant.

For some reason, he always felt that this person was not as simple as he seemed, and he couldn't even see through the opponent's strength completely.

The strength of this person is probably not as Ren Qianxing said, is the ninth grade of the rhythm.

"It's interesting." Ning Xiu thought to himself.

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