Sheng Fu

Chapter 717 The Only Reliance

The Guo family, back mountain.

Next to the tea stove, the old man was smoking old tobacco leaves, the tea mist and smoke swirled together, like an immortal hidden in the clouds.

No attendants, no servants, the old man likes to live alone.

Only when you are alone can you be yourself and think about more and longer-term things.

Being alone is an indispensable rule for the old man and for leaders of all generations.

People who just like to be in the crowd don’t quite understand this principle.

Suddenly, the void surged, accompanied by lightning.

The old man narrowed his eyes. This breath was very familiar. In a moment, Yuwen Jun brought Li Guangxin to the old man's door.

"The situation is urgent. I have no choice but to come to you." Yu Wenjun held the unconscious Li Guangxin in his arms, walked straight to the old man, and laid Li Guangxin flat on the ground.

The old man glanced at Li Guangxin's eyebrows and eyes and said, "It's quite serious."

Yu Wenjun's heart sank. If the old man said it was serious, then it really was serious.

"Follow me." The old man said solemnly.

Yuwen Jun had no choice but to pick up Li Guangxin again, followed the old man to another room, and put Li Guangxin on the bed.

The old man stretched out his hand to feel Li Guangxin's pulse. The pulse was not disordered and was almost the same as that of an ordinary person. However, the death energy in the pulse was lingering and had already eroded more than half of Li Guangxin's pulse energy.

The old man quickly walked to the medicine cabinet and took out three silver needles. He inserted one silver needle into Li Guangxin's forehead, one silver needle into Li Guangxin's philtrum, and the last silver needle into Li Guangxin's heart.

"The battlefield in the demon realm is filled with death. This method is truly vicious." The old man said with a frown.

Yu Wenjun said: "He was originally injured by a dead thing. I thought it was just an ordinary corpse poison."

The old man said, "No, this kind of death energy is also wrapped with endless resentment. It is extremely unlucky in terms of feng shui, and is accompanied by a strong evil spirit. Once the death energy enters the body, it is unlikely to live long."

This made Yu Wenjun tremble for a moment.

According to this, most soldiers, even if they did not suffer fatal injuries, would encounter unexpected disasters once the death energy entered their bodies.

Yu Wenjun asked: "So, is there a way to crack it?"

The old man looked at Yu Wenjun in confusion and said, "How did you fight those dead things?"

Yu Wenjun said: "The Art of Conferring the Gods."

As he spoke, he demonstrated the Art of Conferring Gods in front of the old man.

An extremely strong and masculine aura spread out, and the great laws of the world here were vaguely suppressed.

Seeing this, the old man heaved a sigh of relief and said, "This technique can indeed restrain the dead energy, but the premise is that your own injuries cannot be too serious."

Yu Wenjun said embarrassedly: "But on the battlefield, there will always be people whose injuries are too serious."

"This time, I have to count on you."

The old man rolled his eyes at Yu Wenjun and said, "I know, if you don't count on me, who else can you count on?"

Yu Wenjun asked: "What are the raw materials needed to refine the elixir? Are there any herbs that are hard to find?"

The old man said: "Well, the blood essence of the Hades Snake Clan is the most important raw material. In fact, this kind of death energy can also be forcibly swallowed by the Hades Snake."

"However, the difference between this kind of death energy and ordinary death energy is that there are other laws of power secretly at work. If the Hades Snakes consume too much of it, they will become possessed and die."

“There is a difference between dead air and dead air.”

"The living dead have a very strong death aura, and also a strong evil aura. Ordinary death aura does not have this kind of evil aura."

Yu Wenjun said thoughtfully: "I am aware of this point, so I did not let the Nether Snake Clan give up the battlefield at the beginning, fearing that they would be calculated by the big boss of the Demon Realm."

"It seems that this decision is correct." Suddenly, a gust of cold wind as powerful as a king swept in from outside the door, and Ming Yi of the Nether Snake Clan came.

Before entering the door, he bowed respectfully to Yu Wenjun.

"Ming Yi pays homage to His Majesty." Ming Yi bowed deeply.

Yu Wenjun responded, "Come in and talk."

The old man looked at Ming Yi, who was wearing brocade clothes and jade belts, and said with a smile: "Do you have any way to get rid of the dead energy in this person's body?"

Ming Yi frowned slightly. The deathly aura contained infinite evil spirits, and also contained a part of inexplicable field power. If it was absorbed forcibly, it would cause irreversible damage to the tendons and veins of the Ming Snake clan.

The situation was critical, Ming reached out and pressed on Li Guangxin's chest.

Immediately, streams of gray-black aura spread out from Li Guangxin's seven orifices. In the air, the gray-black smoke was thick at first, then dim, and was faintly accompanied by the subtle and ancient sound of chanting.

As Ming made his move, Li Guangxin's blood began to surge, and his face gradually turned red.

However, Ming Yi stopped quickly. If he continued, he would suffer backlash.

Ming Yi looked embarrassed and said, "This is already my limit."

Mr. Guo laughed and said, "But his life has been saved."

Yuwen Jun also noticed the embarrassment on Ming Yi's face. If the female clan leader came in person, she would definitely be able to absorb all the death energy in Li Guangxin's body.

However, this situation would not warrant the personal appearance of an infinitely powerful being.

Moreover, the clan leader is still practicing in seclusion and cultivating to consolidate his Wuji realm. Because of Yu Wenjun, the female clan leader also saw the possibility of transforming into a dragon.

Once successful, it can be transformed into a Pluto dragon.

Of course, it's just hope, but because of this, as long as it is not an extremely urgent matter, Yu Wenjun will not easily let the patriarch of the Nether Snake Clan show up.

Yu Wenjun said: "To refine the elixir this time, we need the blood essence of the Nether Snake Clan."

Ming Yi nodded solemnly and said, "Just give your orders, my Lord."

Yu Wenjun looked at the old man, and the old man said to Ming Yi: "Those who are above the Saint Realm must sacrifice their blood and essence. There is no need to do too much, as long as it does not affect you."

In essence, the old man doesn't like dealing with this long worm with too much yin energy.

However, these long insects are one of the trump cards of Hengchang Sect, and their importance is, to some extent, not inferior to that of the Guo family.

Especially when he learned that some of the family members who died in the battle have now been resurrected and are recuperating in the territory of the spirit race, the old man was extremely relieved. However, he was still unwilling to deal too much with these long insects. That was his prejudice, and he would not change it easily even if they had saved his life.

However, the old man also has deep respect for the Hades Snake Clan.

Ming Yi responded: "I will go down and pass the order right away. Just wait for good news."

Before leaving, Ming Yi once again respectfully bowed to Yu Wenjun.

The old man smiled at Yu Wenjun and said, "It seems that I really respect you from the bottom of my heart."

Yu Wenjun smiled jokingly and said, "That's not true."

The old man suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed Yu Wenjun's wrist, felt his pulse, and said slowly: "You were injured before, and you were injured again in this battle."

"Your Guiyuan realm is still a little watered down."

"It's not a big problem. I just need to practice well for a period of time and I will be able to recover as before."

Yu Wenjun pondered and said, "How long will it take for the elixir to be successfully refined? The war ahead is too urgent."

The old man looked solemn and said, "It will take at least three days. If any soldier dies within three days, we can only prepare for his funeral."