The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"It's amazing, and I can't explain the reason behind it, but I probably understand how he moves with a mass of dead energy." Cui Zun was amazed, and pointed Yun Ying to pay attention to the special position on Lin Pan's body.

"At his Tanzhong acupoint, there is a ray of golden blue spiritual power lingering again. Although it is covered by the dead energy, it can still be seen if you look closely."

Yun Ying looked at it as she said, but she couldn't see anything clearly: "I'm afraid your scrutiny and my scrutiny are not the same thing."

It was only then that Cui Zun remembered that she was only in the mortal realm: "Yes, no matter what, the mortal realm can't open the eyes of the sky, but let your little companion come over and see, and you will be able to see the clue."

"Feng Jing?" Yun Ying thought secretly.

"Yeah, he must be able to see where the problem I said is." Cui Zun didn't realize that his inconsistency had already sold Feng Jing.

Yunying didn't study it carefully, but held on to the golden blue spiritual power: "Is the golden blue spiritual power the same as the spiritual source in my dantian?"

Cui Zun gave an affirmative answer.

Ever since taking the Bigu Pill on Chupo Mountain, which inexplicably condensed a golden blue spiritual source, Yun Ying never used it lightly unless it was a last resort to fight mirages.

Cui Zun also told her very early on that this spiritual source was abnormal, he had never seen such a strange and contradictory existence.

In the past, he didn't tell Yun Ying about the strange contradictions. Now Lin Pan's strange situation is in front of her eyes. If Yun Ying is not allowed to know the depth of it, she will not be able to plan her next move.

Therefore, Cui Zun had no choice but to tell the truth about his feelings all the time.

"This spiritual source looks like a fifth-grade Qingyang dharma body, but in fact...it doesn't give me a good feeling."

As the tree soul of the plum blossom with jade bones for thousands of years, Cui Zun has a natural sense of closeness to all wood-type dharma bodies. The fifth-grade Qingyang dharma body is the most generous among the wood-genre dharma bodies, so he is naturally closer, but Yun Cui Zun didn't feel close to Qingyang Spiritual Source in Ying Dantian, but felt fear and wanted to stay as far away from it as possible.

"It's like..." Cui Zun tried his best to put the strange feeling in his heart into sentences, "It's like killing many people, and then taking this person's hand, that person's foot, that person's heart, that person's heart, etc. The liver and so on are mixed together, and then assembled into a new person, although it looks no different from a human being, but someone like me who has a special understanding of "human" will feel its stitching and patchwork Feeling subconsciously a little scared.”

It can be seen that Cui Zun is indeed very scared, speaking so incoherently.

But Yunying understood what he meant.

Because this spiritual source seems to be pieced together from too many spiritual sources, like a broken corpse re-stitched, Cui Zun, who is a wood attribute, will have a sense of fear of the death of a rabbit and the sorrow of a fox.

Thinking of Chonglin Diechun Kung Fu, and the lingering bloody smell of every elixir on Chupo Mountain, and thinking of the golden and blue spiritual source in the dantian of the elder brother and Bai Yujing, Yun Ying's heart emerged. A vague outline, she wanted to think about it again, but there were still countless fogs in front of her eyes, so the outline was still blurred.

Just when she was thinking deeply, Lin Pan who was sitting on the futon in a daze suddenly stood up as if he had made up his mind, and walked towards the bedroom at the back.

Yunying immediately followed with a ray of spiritual consciousness, seeing him walk into the bedroom and press the switch on the bedpost, the bed completely disappeared, revealing a dark hole.