Cultivation of Immortals: Start with blind thinking

Chapter 171 Deja Vu
To be cautious, Jin Ziming buried Leng Yue in it, and then filled it with soil and snow.

He hung the token of Chijiantang on his chest, jumped up, and flew towards the black prison.

In the strong wind, the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger.

Finally approached the black cliff, descended, but did not find any mountain gate or passage.

Jin Ziming had no choice but to take a few steps forward, and just after walking a few dozen steps, he bumped into an invisible barrier.

Although he was bounced back, the token on his chest lit up, emitting a light blue light.

The blue light became brighter and brighter, projecting on the shield of the large formation, gradually forming an arch.

It turned out that Jian Yunfeng used a formation barrier to verify the identity of the visitor.

He hurried in, the blue light gradually dimmed behind him, and the portal disappeared.

Looking up, the black prison is all made of huge rocks, and the dark cliffs are as steep as a knife.

That kind of hardness and pitch-black contrasts sharply with the softness and whiteness of the outside world, adding a poignant beauty to this place.

Jin Ziming flew around the foot of the mountain, looking for the way up the mountain while familiarizing himself with the terrain.

This mountain is really too big. It took him a long time to fly more than half a circle, but he still didn't find the mountain road. Instead, he saw two sword cultivators flying directly down from the mountain.

Only then did the reckless man understand that there was no way out of this mountain.

He jumped up in the air, and his figure continued to rise, until he flew to [-]% of the height of the black prison, hit a new barrier, and was blocked again.

On the edge of the cliff, there is a winding path around the mountain; on the mountain path, at intervals, there is a stone room with windows.

Jin Ziming flew to the starting point of the mountain road and landed slowly.

Here stood an ancient black stone tablet about two feet high, and the characters on it still looked scarlet and eye-catching.

"Jian Yunfeng's disciple training:

Those who want to climb to the top of the mountain must walk up the mountain from here, and the same is true when returning.

This move can not only gradually adapt to the yin and cold air, but also make people feel awed by seeing the miserable conditions of the prisoners.

Over the years, those who seriously violated the gate rules were imprisoned in the stone rooms along the way. I hope you will take this as a warning and always be loyal to the entrance oath. "

He had just finished reading when he suddenly felt a chill coming from his back.

Looking back, there was a tightly closed stone door, and black air leaked from the crack of the door.

In front of the heavy gate, there is also a stone tablet, about one person tall, on which it is written:

"Disciples are not allowed to enter the place where key offenders are sent abroad, and offenders will be severely punished."

After some observation, Jin Ziming guessed that those prison cells were built in the mountains and never saw the sun all year round.

He turned around again and began to walk upwards.

This is a road carved out by Da Neng directly on the cliff, which can be called a supernatural workmanship.

A wisp of black Yin Qi floated in front of him, stuck to his arm, and penetrated into his body in the blink of an eye.

Jin Ziming deliberately did not resist, and found that this guy was like a living thing, and he would stick to it when he saw flesh and blood.

Immediately began to fuse and react, and soon formed the spider web in Guangliang's body.

After figuring out its mechanism, he drove the bright blue aura to wrap the flesh and blood that had just been poisoned, forcing it out of the body.

Jin Ziming didn't understand how the sword cultivator used it to refine sword energy, sword intent, and body, so he had to sacrifice a protective shield while walking.

The little mud's divine sense transmitted voice:

"Jin Ziming, this black energy is good, you save some, I'll use it to 'sharpen' knives in the future."

"Okay." Of course, he readily agreed to this kind of costless and beneficial thing.

He walked to the first stone room, stopped curiously, and looked inside from the window.

The room was very dark, and there was a person sitting against the wall, his gray hair was disheveled, covering his face.

This person has thick bones, but is skinny.

There are shackles under his feet, and a metal hose on it is connected to the stone wall.

Jin Ziming unrestrainedly released a wisp of divine consciousness and explored it carefully.

The other party didn't take it seriously, it seemed that they had already gotten used to the rudeness of these disciples.

That pair of shackles is quite extraordinary, but his cultivation base is suppressed at Jindan Great Perfection, and his soul is also fixed at the Second Great Perfection.

There are two hollow spikes on the inside of the shackles, piercing the prisoner's ankles, injecting cold black air into his body.

The surface and inside of this person's legs were already densely covered with black spider webs, but he still refused to give up, and was still working hard, desperately blocking the erosion of black air.

His skills are of a very high level, his true essence is running smoothly, but his cultivation base is suppressed, and the amount of spiritual energy he can use is very small.

Over the years, the cold continued to enter his body, destroying his functions.

Jin Ziming sighed, admiring this person's tenacity and unyielding.

He looked at the other party sympathetically, finally shook his head, and continued up the mountain.

There is more and more black air on the mountain road, and there are already more than ten cells passing by.

Every time, he would stop briefly to take a look at the people inside.

Among them, some screamed and fought, some gave up completely, and some were on the verge of death.

One of the white-haired old men left a deep impression on him. Although he was tortured, his eyes were still like sharp swords.

The old man was full of sword energy, and there was no spider web in his body.

Jin Ziming's eyes were painfully pierced by his sword intent, and he quickly ran away.

A young swordsman walked towards him, and the two nodded expressionlessly, passing by.

Jin Ziming walked forward for more than two hundred steps, and saw another stone room.

He had planned to climb to the top as soon as possible, but for some reason, he unexpectedly stopped.

He turned his head to look, and the indoor situation was very similar to the first stone house.

A thin and burly old man sat on the ground, his gray hair was braided and hung behind his head, revealing his old face.

Jin Ziming stared at him, his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and a feeling of deja vu came to his heart.

This old man always feels that he has seen it somewhere, but he can't remember it, which makes him anxious, a little hesitant, and even sad.

Looking closely at the other person's eyebrows and figure, the feeling of familiarity becomes more and more obvious.

He probed his spiritual consciousness into the old man's body, and there seemed to be a voice shouting:

"This person is related to me and has a deep connection!"

The intuition and subconsciousness of the monks are often effective, which is a strong call from the depths of the soul.

He stood in front of the window, staring intently at the old man, his eyes became more and more focused and softer.

People in the room have noticed him, but they didn't care at first.

But after a while, as if feeling the warmth in Jin Ziming's eyes, his heartstrings were also plucked.

He began to look at the young man seriously, and even released the spirits of the two great consummations to check.

Jin Ziming didn't resist, and let his divine sense enter his body.

"Senior, what is your surname, what faction are you from, and why are you locked up here?"

"My surname is Qin. I used to be a disciple of Yujiantang. I killed a fellow disciple, so I was imprisoned here.

Young man, what's your last name?You are a bit strange, but you actually make me feel kind. "

"My name is Kim, and I feel the same way."

"Oh, the surname is Jin." The old man's face clearly showed disappointment.

Jin Ziming's heart tightened, and he added involuntarily:

"This is the surname of my adoptive father. I don't know my real surname."

"That's it." The old man became excited again.

Jin Ziming carefully inspected his body and found that his condition was better than that of the first prisoner.

Although the whole calf is densely covered with spider webs, the web in the thigh is not too dense.

But even so, it still hurt him.

"Are you a sword cultivator, which school do you belong to?" the old man asked.

Jin Ziming didn't want to deceive the old man, he was inexplicably certain that the other party would not betray him, so he answered honestly through voice transmission with his spiritual sense:

"Senior, I am not from Jian Yunfeng or its subordinate sects. I sneaked in here to find something for a friend."

Hearing that this young man was not a sword cultivator, the old man suddenly felt relieved and relaxed.

"Senior, this is my first time here, how can the sword cultivator use this kind of cold air to practice?"

The old man pondered slightly, and replied:
"There are two kinds of training methods, in vitro and in vivo.

Outside the body, it is to send out sword moves, use sword energy and sword intent to fight against the strong black energy, and prevent it from entering the body.

This process can also temper the magic sword.

In the body, let the sword energy and sword intent fill the body. At this time, there are two situations. One is to resist the black energy and prevent it from entering. It is mainly used to temper the body;
The other is to inhale the black energy into the body, allowing the sword energy and sword intent to blend with it.

When the three can coexist in the body, when the sword is drawn, it will be able to carry a highly lethal poisonous gas. "

"Senior, why don't you use the coexistence method?"

The old man sighed and said:

"Hey, after the cultivation base and primordial spirit have been suppressed, there is no longer any way to do it. We can only resist."

"Senior, with my current strength, I cannot rescue you.

You must hold on, one day, I will take you out of here. "

"It's been more than seventy years. I've thought about it a long time ago. Be careful yourself. Don't rush your practice. The more you rush, the slower your progress will be."

Jin Ziming's heart moved, and he said:

"Senior, I am seventy-seven years old this year."

The old man was even more excited, and said in a slightly trembling tone:

"There is a Yukun country in the middle of Xijinzhou, and there is a small city named Hanyuan in the country.

More than seventy years ago, there was a famous academy called Wenhan, and the dean was my sister-in-law's father.

The sister-in-law's name is Lin Qingyin, and she comes from a second-level sect called 'Xiangshan Pavilion'.

When you are free, you can go to Hanyuan City to see if there is a relationship between us. "

"Okay, I'll definitely go.

Regardless of the source or not, I will definitely come to save you, please wait for me. "Jin Ziming said seriously.

"Okay, it's a deal.

As long as you can practice to the late Mahayana stage, or have that kind of combat power, you can try it, otherwise don't come to die. "

"Understood, senior, have you ever been to the cave on the top of the mountain?" Jin Ziming pointed up.

"I've been there."

"And did you see any living plants or animals in it?"

The old man thought for a while and replied:

"I really didn't pay attention to this back then, maybe I didn't go deep enough.

If you want to enter the depths of the cave, you must be careful, the black air there is much more fierce than here. "

"Okay, I will pay attention. Senior, who is your enemy?"

"Wu Shiying from Yujiantang brought murder to my elder brother and sister-in-law's family, and I have killed him.

The hateful thing is that I was imprisoned by the sect before I had time to take revenge on others.

The remaining three enemies are from Ghost Howling Valley, and the leader is Ma Kui. "

Jin Ziming memorized it silently, and then said:

"Senior, I have to go up the mountain."

(End of this chapter)