Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 272 In the Underground Palace
'Amitabha's Golden Clothes (arrogant among the heroes, fourteenth level of Amitabha's true energy, Amitabha's golden body, Amitabha's Dharma, immortal will, Amitabha's divine palm, three secrets, steel and iron bones,..., 1/128000)'

'Physique +5'

'Spirit +5'

It is very strong. His own Qi, blood, meridians, Qi, and even spirit have once again climbed to an unprecedented new height as Amitabha Golden Clothes advances to another stage.

The overwhelming power emerging from his limbs made him seem to have the power to move mountains and seas with every move he made.

It's not even close, it's not even close, it's still a little bit like trying to move mountains and seas.

At least it has entered the middle stage of the Real Realm. The liquid of Amitabha's true qi flows like mercury slurry in the meridians of the whole body. Wherever it passes, the golden liquefied true qi washes the acupoints around the sky, limbs and bones, and the meridians all over the body.

It starts from the three major acupoints of essence, energy and spirit, and returns to the three major acupoints, forming an extremely perfect cycle.

There are 365 major acupoints in the human body, most of which are based on the three major acupoints of the human body's essence, energy, and spirit. They may specialize in refining the essence of the sea of ​​​​qi, or only practice the divine court, or practice the tanzhong to store the qi in the chest to transform the essence.

Next, you only need to condense the three acupoints with true energy to form rivers, lakes and seas, and you can go one step further.

Time will be measured in hundreds of years.

From then on, the soul left the body and traveled to Wutong in the morning and Beihai in the evening. It is not just a written legend.

Cheng Dan!

Otherwise, even if the other party was kneeling to death on the ground, Wen Lianggong would not take a second look.

Wen Lianggong was not involved in this. Although the other party did become a disciple of her, his intention was not good enough. Wen Lianggong agreed to Ye Mingzhu purely to test the method researched and created by Zhu Anshan.

Wen Lianggong jumped up, but he used too much force. He was like an arrow soaring into the sky, rising hundreds of meters before stopping.

This is water-milling kung fu. Judging from the desperate proficiency of Amitabha Golden Clothes, if you don't have skill points, it will take time to build up any further progress.

Ye Mingzhu pursed her lips, nodded, and went back to her room to meditate.

Hold the grass!

Even when I came to pick up the fence, there were a few cracks and it was crumbling.

As Wen Lianggong took a long breath, a hurricane as powerful as wind pressure spurted out from his mouth, lowering or even breaking all the vegetation in front of him.

"..."

"call……"

After the upgrade of Amitabha Golden Clothes, his lifespan has reached 1,500 years. Even if he stops moving forward, he can still live more than ten lives as an ordinary person.

Wen Lianggong withdrew his gaze, counted the time, took one step forward, and was already a hundred or ten meters away. In an instant, he completely disappeared.

After a long time, his body fell to the ground as light as a feather. He turned his head and looked at the person standing beside him. His figure was thin and his breath was weak, but his eyes looked at Wen Lianggong with a strange look.

The premise is that Ye Mingzhu can resist.

"Practice hard. If you become spiritually transcendent one day, you may be able to be like me."

According to Zhu Anshan's practice, once Ye Mingzhu can sense his own soul, he will continuously supply nutrients to his brain through the body, so as to nurture and strengthen his own soul. Knowing that his soul can achieve qualitative changes, he can consciously absorb the human body's biological energy and condense it into The so-called divine soul golden elixir.

Half an hour later, in the imperial capital, underground of the imperial palace, entrance to the underground palace.

Wen Liangggong put his hands down and slowly stepped onto the steps of the underground palace.

At this moment, the entire underground palace passage is still littered with corpses and dried blood, and because about seven days have passed and no one has cleaned up, the smell of corpses is already filling the air, which is disgusting. Wen Lianggong, who had already breathed his last, seemed not to have heard anything. He pushed open the entrance door of the underground palace and walked in leisurely.

This underground palace is huge, located hundreds of meters below the ground, and is a hundred meters high from the ground to the dome. The entire underground palace is still brightly lit due to the lighting layout.

The underground palace is like an isolated island, surrounded by cliffs and abyss, with only one direct step connecting it.

However, under the cliff, there was something that made Wen Lianggong furious when he first saw it, and he was doing something that was truly martial to slay demons.

Sometimes, compared with these people, demons seem honest and kind-hearted in many ways.

The evil demon kills people just to replenish itself with blood food, but people like Zhu Zaiye and Ma Tianqi only do it to sacrifice human blood to those unknown evil gods.

In comparison, these people are monsters, and the monsters have become humans.

Thinking of this, Wen Lianggong couldn't help but glanced at the bottom of the cliff again.

I saw that under this bottomless cliff, there were mountains of bones, which really echoed the words of Journey to the West.

Skeletons are like mountains, and bones are like forests. People's hair became like felt pieces, and their skin and flesh rotted into mud. People's tendons are wrapped around the trees, and their branches are burnt and shiny like silver. It was really a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the stench was really unpleasant.

How dare these people!
Wen Lianggong's eyes were as dark as water, his face was trembling, and his fingers couldn't help moving.

If it weren't for the things on the altar in the field, he would really want to use all his strength to transcend this place.

In the underground palace, in the center of the altar made of piles of bones, there is a flesh and blood cocoon, which is constantly beating and contracting like a heart. There is a faint evil red light shining through the flesh cocoon, which is extremely strange.

The cocoon of flesh and blood stretches out countless tentacles of flesh and blood, either piercing the ground or hanging in the void.

Inside was a child of the evil god being gestated, and Zhu Zaihe, who had been divided into two halves by Wen Lianggong at that time, held hands with the two halves of his body and plunged into the bloody cocoon of flesh.

This flesh cocoon made him feel the unique aura of change in the mythical world, making him certain that the source of these things was born from the mythical world.

It's because these beasts used a large amount of blood sacrifices to condense the resentment of human beings into the sky, and forcibly opened a line connecting the mythical world in the real world of Jueling.

Here, over the years, there are probably nearly tens of millions of human skeletons here.

After roughly figuring out the number, even Wen Lianggong couldn't help but take a breath.

Damn these people!
This terrifying altar is connected to unknown existences, which are most likely to be extremely terrifying demons and monsters.

On the ground, the palace is peaceful with singing and dancing, and people are singing and dancing, but underground is a demonic purgatory, which is extremely terrifying.

When ordinary people come here, they might be frightened to death and go crazy just by looking at it.

"Huh? You're not dead yet?"

Wen Lianggong stopped and looked at Ma Tianqi, who was lying in a pool of blood on the steps not far away, with a strange face, and gained a better understanding of these alienated monsters with extremely tenacious vitality.

At that time, he punched out, smashing Ma Tianqi into pieces and turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood. Even half of his head was broken, and now only half of his mouth was left, and one eye was staring at Wen Lianggong.

Ma Tianqi grinned silently, his blood-red eyes filled with violence and endless madness.

"You're dead, and you still dare to come back!"

Wen Lianggong was a little curious and selectively ignored Ma Tianqi's remarks. To be honest, although he heard less of these words, it was really funny when he said it from Ma Tianqi's mouth, and he really couldn't arouse any interest.

(End of this chapter)