Chapter 438: How did Xuanzun achieve the Taokong Gate?"boom!" Groups of palaces were destroyed by the deadly moves. The three-headed demon king was like a beast in an empty space, killing people so that blood flowed like a river and smoke billowed. All kinds of terrible aftermath radiated from the sky to the ground, and the floating training grounds kept crashing. "Hold on!" "Master will wake up soon!" "Kill all these monsters!" Most of the eight elders who fought with Yao Wang and Yue Min were injured and in a miserable state, but they still had a certain ability to resist. "call out--!" “Ahhhhhh!!!” The battlefield changed rapidly. Jiang Mo locked his eyes on eight people and activated the Soul-Breaking Spell, launching a surprise attack, instantly severely damaging their brains. Only a few people turned pale and barely held on, staggering. The magic weapons that protected their souls shattered immediately, but the others were not so lucky and all died on the spot. "Pfft!"

"Bang!!!" The three demon kings seized the opportunity and unleashed their magical powers at lightning speed, draining the eight elders of their blood. In the blink of an eye, they turned into skeletons, looking as if they were still not satisfied. "Devil, take your life!" Suddenly, a sharp roar resounded through the sky. It turned out that the two supreme elders Beigong Li and Zhong Yue were attacking. In order to delay time and ensure the smooth recovery of their master, they even took out the important inherited artifacts of the Taxu Palace. A small, rusty copper-green portal was held in Beigong Li's palm. This is the treasure left by the ancestors in the Taxu Hall since ancient times - the Takong Gate. It is similar to the level of the three lives' souls. Compared with the indestructible destruction, its magical power is more inclined to "trap". Inside the empty door, there is a unique dimensional world that can trace and replicate past demons and fears and magnify them infinitely. "Oh?" Jiang Mo recognized the origin of the copper rust door and couldn't help but smile: "Just relying on this, you also want to trap me?" “You’ll know once you try it!” Beigong Li formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Endless true energy burst out from his withered body and poured into the copper rust portal, instantly reviving its power and pushing it to its peak state. The rays of light that bloomed were as slow and dazzling as a whirlpool in another time and space, and the real matter around the battlefield was distorted as a result. "Ruthless enough." "Are you prepared to sacrifice even your disciples?" Jiang Mo remembered that the killing range of the Takong Gate did not distinguish between friend and foe. There were hundreds of disciples of the Takong Hall near him. With their cultivation and concentration, it was simply wishful thinking for them to want to walk out of the Gate. "Buzz!" Beigong Li activated the portal, which expanded tens of millions times in an instant, as if it were an open immortal gate in the human world, standing tall and straight, thousands of feet high, and not much different in length and width, trapping a large number of disciples and Jiang Mo. "Wow!"

Endless light swept in, the sky and the earth turned upside down, and the scenery changed. Jiang Mo's lonely figure appeared in a city where rain was pouring down at night. In the narrow, dim slums, the sound of a baby crying was heard, and an elderly, ragged scavenger was busy boiling milk. "Oh, baby, don't cry, don't cry." "Be good, be good." The old man was hunched over, looking very old. His weather-beaten face was filled with deep fatigue, and a rare look of joy appeared in his cloudy eyes. "Wow! Wow!" The baby cried loudly, and in order to comfort him, the old man held him in his arms and hummed a song while carefully feeding him hot milk. Outside the dilapidated iron shed stood a slender and upright figure. Jiang Mo watched this scene calmly. This was the secret in the deepest part of his memory. In his first life, he was an orphan abandoned by his parents. He was picked up by an old scavenger by chance and raised by him. However, he was born weak and had an incurable genetic disease. Finally, he curled up in an iron shed and died peacefully on a winter night. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the war-torn era of the last century. Later, he read many cutting-edge scientific theories, as well as Yousha's experimental notes on 'destiny retracing'. He roughly determined that he had come to a parallel world that was extremely similar to the original world, but had subtle differences. My thoughts returned to the present, and the scene before my eyes flashed by quickly. The old man's life was running out, and nine years passed in the blink of an eye. The young Jiang Mo, without anyone to rely on, began a long life of scavenging. He wandered around the major civilian streets of the prosperous capital, guarding food stalls that were doing some business, some doing well, and some doing not, picking up bottles and cans discarded by diners. For him at that time, rummaging through the smelly trash cans was like opening a treasure chest. He could always find pieces of ill-fitting clothes, shoes, and various discarded toys. "." As night falls, the neon lights of the city become exceptionally bright. Jiang Mo stares at a child not far away. The child has messy hair, a pale face and skinny body. He looks like a wild wolf cub that has infiltrated human society. At this moment, the child is squatting on the street, wolfing down leftovers. Jiang Mo would never remember it wrongly. Even after 139 years, he still remembered clearly that at that time, his biggest wish was to earn 20 yuan a day so that he could have hot buns for three meals a day, and not have to toss and turn in the cold nights with hunger making his stomach growl, and he would shed tears for no reason. If possible, he also wanted a pair of slippers that wouldn't keep falling apart, and some painkillers to treat his illness. Get up early and work late to pick up plastic bottles, each bottle is 3 points, and 668 of them can complete the goal. However, he was young and thin, and often could not compete with the adults and elderly who, like him, survived by scavenging. They even had specific area divisions, and every time they saw young Jiang Mo appear in their territory, they would insult and expel him in the most ferocious manner. If he was unlucky, he would be severely beaten, and the bottles he picked up would be snatched away. The pain from each beating was like a slight ripple, which fed back to Jiang Mo's body. The seeds of hatred were planted in his heart at that time. He was young and immature. Every time he was beaten, he would swear childishly and viciously: One day in the future, if he gets rid of his illness and becomes strong and healthy, he will take revenge a thousandfold and break the legs of these old beasts. However, what frightened him more than these 'colleagues' were some idle hooligans, both men and women, who either teased him for fun, threw all kinds of garbage at him, hit him, and then rode away on their buzzing will-o'-the-wisp. Or they would rob him of the few change he had on him, those wrinkled one or five dollars, which were his few savings. The humiliation was nothing, but having his money robbed was what tortured him even more. His expectations for life dropped by half in an instant, and he became confused and it took him several days to recover.

He was isolated and helpless, and because of his poor health, he couldn't do anything to these people. He was just fed up with these thugs and scavengers and silently hated them. However, what made him most embarrassed and unable to raise his head was the strange looks from his peers. Jiang Mo vaguely remembered that he had met all kinds of children. Some parents treated him like a plague, avoided him from afar, and whispered to their children: "Nannan, if you meet these wild kids in the future, be careful of them. Without the discipline of their parents, they are dishonest and always like to steal things. If you see them, stay away from them." "Yeah, got it, Mom." The well-dressed mother and daughter gradually walked away, but the words they left behind were like a thorn that pierced the heart of Jiang Mo, who was only 11 years old. Inexplicable anger burst out from the bottom of his heart. He tightly grasped the glass bottle with his right hand and wanted to throw it at the mother and daughter. In the end, Jiang Mo was so angry that his chest ached, his hands and feet were numb, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, with cold sweat covering his pale face, as if he was afraid of some idea that had arisen in his mind. The young Jiang Mo almost wanted to throw the glass bottle at the girl's head, destroying both the girl and the innocent little girl who only listened to her mother. From the mother's perspective, it seemed natural for her to protect her daughter, but she was mean, stupid and bad. She had to express such distorted values ​​in front of two children with different backgrounds. She did not teach her daughter the correct way to treat others, and trampled on Jiang Mo's self-esteem. In fact, it was not difficult for Jiang Mo to hear a sense of superiority from the woman's words. That was a man with a happy family and a mean nature, who made the most boring jokes to a scavenger orphan, as if only by stepping on his spine and belittling his personality could he verify the correctness and foresight of his ideas. This woman is stupid because she has no ability to stop a malicious villain. If it were any other orphan with a hot temper, the consequences of a conflict after being provoked by this would be something she would not be able to bear. In addition to this, there are other cases. Those are the young masters and daughters sitting in the car. They should be children of wealthy families. Jiang Mo's actions when rummaging through the trash can were used as a topic of conversation by those wealthy people with big bellies. While teaching their children to cherish their current lives, they also reminded them to study hard to avoid such a miserable end in the future. However, was this a choice Jiang Mo could have made at that time? He was born an orphan, and the only old man who took care of him died early. He was like a weed growing wildly, with only a simple understanding of good and evil. He was neither strong nor smart. He was just ordinary and had no way of choosing his own destiny. The sun is warm and the moon is cold, to fry people's life. Everything in the world is in balance. Where there is bad, there is good. Jiang Mo remembered that he was respected later. It was by a young father and son. The man was a teacher in the city and was quite knowledgeable. His child was white and plump, a chubby boy. When they meet him, not only will they not be afraid, but they will also actively and friendly hand over the empty bottles in their hands, and say "Thank you, please help me with it, little friend." As for the little fat boy, they met several times. On the way home, he was afraid of being scolded by his mother for eating snacks, but he couldn't bear to throw them away, so he gave Jiang Mo soft candies and biscuits. The brand new packaging and the faint fragrance moved Jiang Mo's heart, and he thanked him repeatedly. He carefully tore open the package and tasted it. It was delicious, but it was always mixed with a little bitter taste, which was the reaction of the pain in his heart. Jiang Mo has always been grateful for the respect the two people showed him, which made him feel rare warmth. As time went by, he never met the father and son again after he was 14 years old. Maybe the man got promoted or changed jobs and moved to another place with his family. During the two years between the ages of 15 and 16, despite poor nutrition, Jiang Mo grew rapidly, his height reaching about 1 meters. He walked through every corner of the bustling city and got to know some technological products that he had never been familiar with before. Occasionally, I would sneak into shopping malls to enjoy a moment of coolness on hot summer days. His childhood goal was achieved, and even exceeded. He could earn 25-30 yuan a day, eat the hot buns he had always longed for, and have new clothes of his own. Although he still lived in a shabby iron shed, Jiang Mo always believed that life would get better day by day. Everything will be fine, right? Right? Maybe? possible? The scene before Jiang Mo's eyes ended on a midwinter night when he was 17 years old. Endless sleepiness came over him, and the severe pain that penetrated into his bones receded like the tide, and he died of illness. When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a time of war. His body was still the same. He had struggled all the way and heard the legends of various schools of strange arts in the world. The one closest to him and the one that impressed him the most was the Trinity Sect, which had no restrictions on background.

At the age of 17, just one night, after death, he was reborn. Jiang Mo wandered in this strange world for several weeks, enduring hunger and climbing the rugged mountain road. The moment he arrived at the gate of Trinity, he fainted. At dusk, the door opened with a "creak!", and a young man with a short haircut walked out. Seeing the unconscious boy, he exclaimed, "Brother, there are refugees! Give me a hand!" "Hurry, carry it in. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare some porridge." Standing in the distance, as if independent of this world, Jiang Mo watched quietly. His face was as pale as paper as he was carried in by the young Si Chong. The people responsible for taking care of him also included Zuo Rutong. It was the end of the Qing Dynasty, the end of the 19th century. A few days later, after he recovered, he asked two senior brothers, who were not yet his senior brothers, to allow him to join the sect and practice the mysterious techniques. Zuo Ruotong and Si Chong looked at each other, hesitating for a moment, and then the former gave his answer: "Little brother, getting started may be more difficult than you think." "Besides, it is not easy to practice against life. It requires a strong character. If you make a mistake, at the very least you will lose your power and become disabled, or at the worst you will die." "You still need to think twice before you act. Besides, whether you can enter the sect is not something that we two can decide. Ultimately, you need Master to examine your qualifications. If your qualifications are not up to standard, you may waste half your life and gain nothing. It is better for you to learn a skill as soon as possible and make a living." Zuo Rutong explained patiently without hiding the disadvantages of practicing reverse physiognomy, and even took Jiang Mo to the palace to visit those seniors who became disabled due to their practice. Familiar scenes flashed before his eyes, but Jiang Mo remained unmoved. What happened later was just as he remembered. His aptitude was terrible, and his congenital bones were weak. The then head of the Trinity Sect, who later became his master, Taoist Hui Ling, did not agree to Jiang Mo's admission. It was because his body was like a piece of ceramic with holes all over it, which could break at any time, and he simply could not withstand the changes brought about by the practice of reverse life. Because the old man had urgent matters to attend to, he had to hastily refuse. Afterwards, Jiang Mo thanked him again and again and prepared to leave. Finally, Zuo Rutong was moved with sympathy and advised him: "Master, in this chaotic world, this little brother has no relatives and no one to rely on. If we let him go down the mountain like this, his body will not be able to withstand the torment and he will have a hard time making a living. Even if he is not suitable for practicing Reincarnation, can you keep him in the lower courtyard, chop wood and carry water, and recuperate?" "Yes, Master, his health is seriously weak. If he is not taken care of, he may not live for long. I beg you to show mercy and let him stay in the lower courtyard for a while." Si Chong was also begging for mercy. "Okay, you two will take care of him. I have important matters to attend to, so I need to go out for a while." Taoist Hui Ling smiled with relief, feeling very satisfied with the kindness of his two disciples. In the next few months, Jiang Mo chopped wood and fetched water in the lower courtyard every day, trying his best to repay the kindness of Sanyi Sect. He also gradually became familiar with Si Chong and Zuo Rutong. But his exaggerated appetite was even greater than that of two people combined. His body was like a bottomless pit, eating steamed buns, coarse grains, and wild fruits in big mouthfuls. Whether it was the meals from Trinity Gate or the flowers and fruits near the Lower House, he devoured them all. Only one month later, the 17-year-old Jiang Mo was like a completely different person. His physique had become more than twice as strong, and with the help of medicinal herbs prescribed by his two senior brothers, his vitality was becoming more and more abundant. At the end of the second month, Si Chong came to the lower house again. Looking at Jiang Mo, who was full of blood and had bright eyes, he suddenly had an idea. He discussed with Zuo Rutong and decided to teach him some basic foundation-building techniques and how to obtain Qi, step by step. The result was unexpected. Jiang Mo's talent was not as stupid as they imagined. It was not so much that he was not qualified, but rather that he was like a blank sheet of paper, knowing nothing. But according to the experience shared by the two, he obtained Qi in less than half an hour. The speed was so fast that it was rare in history. "My goodness, the jade bead was almost covered in dust. Senior brother, I told you this little brother can do it!!" A hearty laugh sounded from the woodshed. "It's similar to what I thought. Maybe Xiao Jiang just lacks some time. If you and I are destined to be together, maybe we can become brothers." Zuo Rutong patted the young man Jiang Mo on the shoulder and told him to practice for another month. There would still be a chance for testing when the master came back, and he would plead for mercy then. In order to see Jiang Mo's greater potential, Zuo Rutong lent him the basic martial arts classics "Cloud-holding Hands" and "Broken Iron Fist" collected in the Sutra Library.

From that day on, the sound of fists could be heard every day in the narrow firewood room in the lower courtyard. Whether it was for the purpose of joining the sect or to gain the ability to survive in the chaos, Jiang Mo did not dare to slack off and devoted himself to hard training. After another month, Jiang Mo had undergone an unprecedented transformation. He felt exceptionally strong, his muscles were firm, and he had endless energy all over his body. The virtual and real substance called "Qi" flowed between his flesh, blood, and bones, enriching his life. Moreover, he had made some progress in his Iron-Breaking Fist and Cloud-Lifting Hand, and had learned how to incorporate true Qi into them, unleashing even greater power. Although he has not yet entered the sect, there are only seniors at the first and second levels in the sect who are far superior to him in strength. According to the observations of Zuo Rutong and Si Chong, a large number of other disciples who have not yet reached the first level have been surpassed by Jiang Mo. Such aptitude is already enough to be described as amazing. Not long after, Taoist Miaohui returned. He was in very bad condition, as if he had encountered a great blow outside. His originally energetic face seemed to have aged by dozens of years. He looked much more haggard and chose to go into seclusion for a week. A week later, Zuo Rutong and Si Chong brought Jiang Mo to the mountain, explained the situation, and pleaded for him again. Taoist Miaohui was disheartened and very tired. He just nodded and tacitly agreed. However, when he stroked Jiang Mo's head again, he felt the surging life force, and for some reason, he laughed, a laugh that was a little sad and a little self-deprecating. "What a good seedling. It was me who was upset some time ago and let you down." Taoist Miaohui first felt a little guilty and blamed himself, then he asked directly: "I'm really sorry, my friend. If you don't mind, would you be willing to be my last disciple?" His statement was beyond the expectations of the three people. "Quick, quick." Si Chong was muttering to himself, Zuo Rutong's eyes lit up with joy, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew that this matter was done! "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings." Jiang Mo bowed three times and kowtowed nine times. "Good. Good!!!" The old man said "good" three times in a row, was a little excited, sighed several times, and quickly helped Jiang Mo up. "Child, from now on, follow your master and practice." Time flies, and there is no time in the mountains. Jiang Mo follows his master like a shadow, practicing Reverse Rebirth. After more than ten years, he has reached the peak of the second level, and becomes good friends with Zuo Rutong, Si Chong, and other uncles and fellow apprentices. This was a feeling he had never had before. The envy in his childhood and the longing for family and relatives were made up for here. Even though he was already in his twenties and almost thirty, Jiang Mo would still silently shed tears many nights when he was awakened by bad news. He cherished everything in front of him and regarded the sect as his most important "home". He was afraid that everything was fake, that no one was truly kind to him, and that these real brothers and sisters, and elders, would suddenly disappear one day, and he would be left all alone. In 1913, one hour before Taoist Miaohui passed away, a group of disciples knelt outside the door and cried in sorrow. Only Jiang Mo was called into the bedroom, where he confided his feelings and entrusted him with an important task. After many years, he finally understood why his master became so miserable and haggard when he came back the second time. The reason was that Taoist Miaohui's senior brother had become an evil cultivator in the northern border. His power was so terrifying that he was far beyond his ability to stop. He allowed him to commit heinous crimes, bully and enslave many tribes, and he was powerless to do anything. He was even seriously injured after a fight. In the end, he was lucky enough to survive because of the other party's past friendship. "" The old man's voice was hoarse, and his skinny hands tightly held Jiang Mo's hand. His eyes were full of reluctance, regret, unwillingness, and worry. All the emotions mixed together and turned into turbid tears, but he no longer had the strength to say a word. "Mo'er knows! Mo'er knows!" Afraid that the old man couldn't hear him and would regret it, Jiang Mo spoke anxiously and hurriedly, each word clear and with a tearful tone in his voice. "I will definitely go to the Northern Frontier, Master, look at me again, and then look at my Master!!" "Master!!"

The old man who raised him passed away. He was still young and immature, and cried for days. He couldn't accept it but had to accept it. And now that his master, who treated him like a blood relative, had passed away, he had become an adult and was more sensitive to grief. Knowing that they were separated by the Yin and Yang, he cried with his whole body shaking and his eyes red, as if he was aggrieved and sad. He bit his lips tightly and his face was covered with traces of tears. The old man cast a glance at him with difficulty, a relieved smile on his lips, and with his dry and yellow fingers, he used all his strength to wipe away Jiang Mo's tears. "Mo'er." After he uttered this sentence, his breath slowly weakened, his eyes dimmed, his right hand began to fall weakly, and the remaining warmth of his dry skin quickly turned cold. "Master." Jiang Mo could no longer hold back his tears and burst into sobs, like a child who had lost everything. (End of this chapter)