Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 168
Speaking of this, Monk Miwen frowned slightly and said:
"I still say the same thing. Although the art of talismans is extensive and profound, in the final analysis, it is just a heretical way. Don't put too much energy into it. In the end, the gains will outweigh the losses..."

"Junior understands."

Xue Leng felt happy.

In fact, what Monk Ciwen said was not a problem for him at all. With the talisman master Guizhu, he didn't need to spend any time and energy on research, he just needed to sit back and enjoy his achievements.

Monk Ciwen must have seen through these thoughts in Xue Leng's mind, so he promised himself the corpses of the two old friends with confidence.

"Okay, without further ado, let's begin."

After finishing speaking, Monk Ciwen did not hesitate at all, his whole body gleamed with black light, and the teeny black lines on his forehead instantly lit up. Under Xue Leng's attention, he slowly revealed the mystery of the source of vitality...

The process of resurrecting Bai Ling was far more complicated than Xue Leng imagined.

From the very beginning, he obeyed the instructions of Monk Miwen, urging his own blood aura to rest on Bai Ling's heart, while Monk Miwen's palm rested on Xue Leng's back.

With Xue Leng's active cooperation, the difficulty of transforming and transmitting the source of vitality is naturally reduced to the minimum.

In this way, it is natural to save a lot of trouble in the ciphertext monk.

However, among the three, Xue Leng, who is the medium, is the saddest. The power of the sky pattern in Monk Ciwen's body is extremely domineering. After experiencing it for himself, Xue Leng knows that those who have been tested by Monk Ciwen, Why did he die suddenly.

Presumably, if it weren't for the blood river map being equally powerful, it would definitely end up dead.

Countless black teeny-headed runes spread all over Xue Leng's body. After the power of the sky pattern was transmitted to him, it gradually became gentler after being buffered by the blood spirit.

After bursts of scarlet light flickered, each black teeny-headed rune was covered with a layer of light red light on the surface, and slowly passed through Xue Leng's palm and injected into Bai Ling's body. Within the body, damaged meridians are repaired.

On Xue Leng's forehead, sweat was constantly oozing out, but he always gritted his teeth and stood firm. Since he agreed to the monk Ciwen to save people, he must go all out. This is also an obsession that Xue Leng insists on in his heart.

And Bai Ling's pale face gradually began to turn red...

Time passed continuously, and just when Xue Leng felt that he was going to be exhausted, the secret text monk behind him finally told him to stop, and said in a rather excited tone:

"Okay, the first step of body repair is almost done, you can take it off, and I can do the next steps by myself."

"Yes."

Xue Leng responded weakly, glanced at Bai Ling, who had a somewhat rosy complexion, and withdrew his palm in relief, just about to reach out to wipe the sweat on his forehead, but unexpectedly found that the monk Ciwen behind him still held his palm It pressed against his back and did not withdraw.

"senior…?"

Xue Leng was startled, and immediately asked.

"Don't move, and don't resist." Monk Miwen ordered sharply.

"Yes!"

Xue Leng knew that Monk Miwen's move was not to harm himself, because the other party didn't need it at all.

If you want to kill yourself, or want to get something from yourself, you don't have to spend such a lot of effort.

To put it bluntly, even if Xue Leng wanted to resist now, he had no strength left.

Therefore, Xue Leng can only let it go, let the cipher monk do it...

Next-

What surprised Xue Leng was that the power of the sky pattern left in his body by Monk Ciwen, instead of being taken back, unexpectedly gathered in one direction, and this position was his back pillow area.

After a while, all the power of the sky pattern gathered together. After the black light flashed and condensed, a strangely shaped black symbol was finally formed on the back of his head.

After doing all this, Monk Miwen breathed a sigh of relief, and took back the palm that was resting on Xue Leng's back.

"okay."

Stretching out his hand to touch the back of his head, Xue asked in a puzzled way:

"Senior, is this sigil...?"

Monk Miwen smiled secretly and said:
"You don't have to worry, I have studied the power of the sky pattern for thousands of years, and I won't get nothing. This sky pattern seal is a secret technique of life that I have researched. If this seal is planted on ordinary people, Definitely will die.

But your body is different, although the source of vitality in your body is not eternal, but with it, you will have a chance to be resurrected in the event of death. "

"Tianwenyin, a chance for resurrection!"

Xue Leng was overjoyed when he heard the words, knowing that the other party would definitely give him some benefits afterwards, but he didn't expect that this would give him such a big surprise.

Monk Miwen's move was equivalent to giving himself a life for nothing, which made Xue Leng too surprised.

"Okay, you go and collect their bodies, and then stand aside, I have to implant Bai Ling's primordial spirit into her body."

"Yes, senior!"

Xue Leng nodded hastily, and immediately took out a pitch-black ancient scroll, which expanded and enlarged.

Immediately, with the sound of the crying woman on the picture scroll, a big ghost head poked out from the picture scroll with an "ow" sound, sucked it in and rolled it up.

He directly inhaled the corpses of Xinglong and the old man Xuefu, and then stretched out a black meat tongue, rolled up the giant corpse of the Earth Shayan Horse, and dragged it into the picture scroll.

After that, the scroll rolled up automatically, and after shrinking, it fell into Xue Leng's hands again.

After doing all this, Xue Leng immediately set off and flew up, dodging to a corner on the side, so as not to harm Chi Yu later.

Seeing Xue Leng's satisfied appearance, Monk Ciwen smiled lightly, and immediately turned all his attention to Bai Ling.

The affectionate gaze was naturally revealed, and the monk Miwen murmured:
"Bai Ling, the day you and I meet is today."

Immediately, Monk Miwen opened his mouth, and spit out a dark green jar from his mouth. As soon as the jar detached from Monk Miwen's body, it turned around and became bigger, and then Monk Miwen grabbed it in his hand.

As soon as this jar appeared, the sky on the tenth floor suddenly darkened, and gradually turned to a blood-red color...

Xue Leng's pupils froze, and a hint of shock appeared on his face.

You must know that ordinary magic weapons can never cause such a vision.

Based on this, it can be inferred that this thing is either a supreme spirit treasure or a very vicious thing.

In this fiery and poisonous world, blood-red dark clouds enveloped the space, and even the vision was somewhat blurred, which made people feel extremely depressed.

Touching the jar as if stroking a lover, Monk Ciwen suddenly picked up a magic seal that Xue Leng had never seen before, and every time he picked up a spell, the blood-colored dark clouds in the sky would become more intense...

Accompanied by a strange phenomenon, six white transparent things flew out of the jar one after another. As soon as these white souls appeared, Xue Leng followed closely with his eyes.

"Presumably, this is the secret method of soul transformation that senior said earlier..."

The white souls, after leaving the Gu jar, just paused in the air, while Monk Ciwen was at the side, as soon as the magic seal in his hand was knotted, these white souls immediately flew towards Bai Ling's body.

Just after these white souls sank into Bai Ling's sky one after another, at this moment——

"Click"

At the same moment, a silver lightning bolt as thick as the mouth of a bowl struck from the sky.

Monk Ciwen didn't change his face, as if he had expected it, but Xue Leng was shocked.

After a moment of pondering, Xue Leng understood.

The secret method of playing with the soul like Bai Ling has violated the taboo of the heavens, and it is an existence that the heavens cannot tolerate. Therefore, ninety-nine and eighty-one thunders will be sent down to completely kill those who want to be resurrected in the cradle middle.

The first sky thunder is so strong, one can imagine how terrifying the subsequent sky thunder will be.

Under the thunder, there is the tall and straight figure of Monk Ciwen.

Looking up at the sky, there was a flash of anger and unwillingness in Monk Miwen's eyes, his figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he came directly to the head of Bai Ling's corpse, and the first thunderbolt directly hit him. on him.

The first thunder, Monk Ciwen didn't dodge it, let the thunder strike him, but the sky thunder didn't even produce a thunder arc, and it was annihilated.

Monk Miwen actually caught the first thunder with only the strength of his body.

After the first thunderstorm, the blood-colored thunderclouds in the sky seemed to be a little angry. After the clouds surged again, a blood-red thundercloud followed closely from the sky...

At this time, outside the Earth Fiend Chiyan Cave——

The entire island was shrouded in dark, blood-colored clouds. In the dark clouds, lightning flashed and electric snakes danced. Moreover, there was a tendency to gradually intensify.

It was still a bright and clear day when I just resigned, but in the blink of an eye, the sky suddenly changed. The disciples of Haixin Pavilion were all staring at the sky in surprise at this moment, whispering to each other, not knowing what happened.

At this moment, two streaks of light, one silver and one black, galloped up, standing in the air, staring at the vision in the sky, with a thoughtful expression on their faces.

"It's True Monarch Silver Shark and... Patriarch Li!"

Seeing the appearance of the two, the disciples of Haixin Pavilion were all so frightened that they quickly shut their mouths, not daring to take a breath.

The old man on the left of the two was dressed in a silver robe. His old face was wrinkled like dreadful ravines, and his two slightly dark silver eyebrows were very eye-catching.

As for the other monk, who was dressed mostly in black and covered with a black veil, judging from her curvy figure, she must be a female monk. Cold feeling.

Those who knew this woman knew that she was not only cruel, but also extremely difficult to provoke. Among the Nascent Soul monks in Beihai, they were the most ruthless and murderous without blinking an eye. Of course, this woman would not let her go, she was definitely the first.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the two seniors were also alarmed."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Yes Yes Yes…"

Looking at the silent but smart Haixin Pavilion disciples on the ground, Zhenjun Yinsha took a peek at the woman surnamed Li with a cold face beside him, and his old face flushed as he suppressed a smile.

"Humph!"

The woman surnamed Li snorted coldly, while True Monarch Silver Shark smiled awkwardly, then stared at the sky again, and asked with a worried look on his face:

"Hey, will making such a big commotion affect the resurrection of the Earth Shayan Horse?"

"Will not."

Staring closely at the churning bloody dark clouds in the sky, the woman surnamed Li's eyes flickered, but her tone was very firm and she said——

"That person has a very close relationship with Senior Xie Lang. The ancestor specifically explained that as long as he doesn't demolish Disha Chiyan Mountain, we don't care about his affairs..."

In the tenth floor of Disha Red Flame Cave——

"boom"

Another thunder fell from the sky, and with a "click", an ancient treasure-level flying sword immediately split from the center of the sword, broke into two pieces, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Generally, after a magic weapon is broken, it will lose its spiritual power in a short period of time and turn into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.

But this flying sword, which looks simple and unpretentious in appearance, still exudes a green glow even after it is broken. It can be concluded that this sword is definitely a rare treasure.

Not only that, ninety-nine and 81 sky thunders fell, and the closer to the end, the higher the grade of the treasure that Monk Ciwen used to resist the sky thunder.

At the beginning, a treasure could withstand one or two thunder strikes, but later on, even if the level of the treasure improved, it could only withstand one thunder at most, and then it was declared shattered.

On the ground, a lot of fragments of magic treasures had already piled up, but Monk Ciwen didn't even look at them, and just threw away the broken treasures, as if these things were worthless in his eyes look.

Think about it too, no matter how valuable the treasure is, it is also something outside the body, especially compared to the woman you love, it is worthless.

Xue Leng just kept watching from the side. To be honest, Monk Ciwen didn't feel bad, but Xue Leng was so distressed to death.

Every piece of magic weapon that Monk Ciwen took out is not much worse than the Styx blood needle, and some are even obviously stronger by one or two grades. With so many treasures, they are like trash, let Xue Leng stand aside Stare at the eyeballs, anxious.

Time passed quickly, Tianlei came one after another, and he didn't want to give Monk Ciwen any chance to breathe.

But Monk Ciwen is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp. The preparations are quite sufficient. The treasures in the storage bag are sacrificed one after another. , Envious of the chattering of the teeth.

However, looking at Monk Ciwen's calm and composed demeanor, Xue Leng faintly felt that Monk Ciwen didn't seem to take the thunder of punishment from heaven at all.

What kind of strength and courage is needed for this.

"Boom"

In the blink of an eye, Monk Miwen had successfully caught eighty thunderstorms, and after resisting eighty thunderstorms, Monk Miwen stared at the turbulent dark clouds above his head, and gradually became dignified.

The last sky thunder was the terrifying nine-color divine thunder. This thunder came silently, without giving anyone any reaction time.

(End of this chapter)