Retrograde fairy way

"Senior, are you sure you want to do this?"

In the main hall of Zhenyuan Pagoda, Wang Mo looked at Yinling Shanming in surprise.

"I thought that no matter how good my little friend's chance is, it would take at least a hundred years to gather what I need, but I didn't want to gather it in just a few decades. Originally, in my plan, there were two kinds of things. Choose, wait for Jiaziyu, the old man can afford to wait!"

The black mist around the ghost of Yinling Mountain flickered for a moment, as if he was extremely satisfied with the treasures that Wang Mo had collected for him over the years.

"Senior, think clearly. As the saying goes, treasures are hard to find. It's a coincidence that I was able to find these treasures, but it's extremely difficult to find a spirit corpse!"

Wang Mo said with a troubled expression on his face.

"Hey, if it is difficult for others, it may be difficult for you, but I believe in you!"

The Yinling Mountain ghost smiled, and his words were full of confidence in Wang Mo.

"Are you not afraid of what happens?"

The corner of Wang Mo's mouth twitched, the spiritual corpse that the other party needed was not as simple as a simple monk's corpse.

Don't look at the few ghost treasures that he has collected now, but this spirit corpse needs at least the corpse of the overlord of the Spirit Void Realm to be called a spirit corpse.

Even if such a strong man falls, as long as he is not killed by someone, but falls naturally, part of the essence of the Nascent Soul and Primordial Spirit in his body will melt into his body after dissipating.

In the vast and boundless Heavenly Spirit Realm, the spirit corpses of such overlords and even immortal masters are excellent treasures for refining incarnations. They can even refine the essence of them and use them for their own use to improve their cultivation.

"What if? Hehe, if you really find a spirit corpse for the old man, let alone save the old man thousands of years of hard work, if you can get the spirit corpse of a fairy master in the Dao Lingjing, the old man is confident Restore the cultivation base of spirit deficiency.

Even if there is only a [-] in [-] chance to gamble for thousands of years with a short period of time, the old man is willing! "

Yin Lingshan waved his hand indifferently.

"Hundred Spirits?"

Wang Mo was startled, and looked at Yinling Shanming in disbelief.

"What's this?"

Yin Ling Shanming seemed very pleased to see Wang Mo surprised, and put on the appearance of an outsider, "I am an eighth-level spirit ghost, and my cultivation is not to mention reaching the heavens and the earth, but it can also be called overwhelming.

Although ninety-nine percent of the ghost body was broken up by Na Baotuo's old bald donkey, the memory in the ghost consciousness is not damaged at all, it is just walking the same path again, do you think I will fall down on the same road Can't do it twice? "

"That's the same way! But... but the senior is practicing the ghost way, what's the use of this spirit corpse?"

Wang Mo nodded, but then he disagreed a little.

"To tell you the truth, this time I want fellow ghoul practitioners!"

Yin Lingshan said in a low voice.

"A ghoul fellow practitioner?"

Wang Mo was slightly stunned, a flash of light flashed in his mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, "Could it be that you are just like us cultivators, cultivating both dharma and body?"

"That's right, I'm not afraid to tell you that that battle was not just me and Baotuo, but my old friend Tianling Yasha, and the other three ghost masters from the Tianyin Nether Realm, plus the Great Protector of the Holy Buddha School, the Tiangui Raksha, Together with five Buddhist masters, a total of twelve Dao Lingjing monks participated in the battle!"

"hiss!"

Hearing this, Wang Mo gasped, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"hey-hey!"

Yin Lingshan smiled miserably, with a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes, "That battle was fought between the Tianyin Nether Realm and the Holy Buddha Realm for a small spirit sky. The domain kung fu method is supposed to restrain the ghost way, and the loser is also extremely miserable.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, but those old bald donkeys secretly sent more people, and under the sneak attack, my ghost body was destroyed, the sky spirit fell, and the other three were also seriously injured and fled. "

"Twelve Dao Spirit Realm powerhouses?"

A picture flashed across Wang Mo's mind, how earth-shattering it was.

Even though in the underground dungeon of Xiajing City, when he was seized and his memory was awakened, he saw many earth-shattering pictures, but those pictures were extremely blurry.

With his current cultivation base, it is enough to destroy mountains and cities, let alone those who can easily break through the realm of Dao Lingjing.

"Hey, you don't have to be afraid. With your chance and background, the chance of becoming Dao Ling is much higher than others!"

The Yinling Mountain Ghost was very satisfied with Wang Mo's shock, and smiled.

"Then what does this have to do with senior ghoul fellow practitioners?"

Wang Mo scratched his head, but still didn't know what the other party meant by walking the path again.

"My old friend Tianling Yasha, when he was dying, passed on the last touch of his true spirit and ghost consciousness to me. It contained his life's cultivation experience. After I absorbed it, it was no different from my own cultivation. !"

The Yinling Mountain ghost said calmly.

"I see!"

Wang Mo suddenly nodded, and immediately got up, "Since the senior has already made a decision, then I won't bother you!"

"it is good!"

The Yinling Mountain Ghost watched Wang Mo leave, until he left the hall, black mist billowed around his body, and he fell into silence.

......

"What this old ghost said is probably true out of ten. After all, even though such a big event is extremely secretive, there must be traces to follow."

After leaving the main hall, Wang Mo pondered for a moment, flashing through his mind what he had said before.

Although Yinling Shanming's words are extremely sincere, when this old monster speaks, he doesn't know how many years he can hide. He met Mage Eluo and Xuan Mingkun in Tianfeng Continent back then, how could Wang Mo believe it easily?

"Whether Ling Yasha passed the real ghost consciousness to him on his own that day, or he swallowed his old friend to save his life at the last moment, we can't fully believe in it. Whether this spirit corpse can be found is still a matter of opinion, and if it can't be found. Never mind.

If I find it, I will definitely force him to swear by the way of heaven, otherwise with my cultivation, it is really difficult to suppress this old ghost! "

Having made a conclusion in his heart, Wang Mo frowned and set up his escape light, and suddenly fled away in a flash.

With a cup of tea, he landed in a mountain range, and his brilliance disappeared.

"Cangsong pays homage to the Lord!"

Gu Cangsong, who was tending the flowers and plants, hurriedly dispersed the magic formula in his hand, and bowed down to salute.

"Ok!"

Wang Mo nodded, and glanced at him a few times, "Has your cultivation recovered?"

"Go back to the Lord, practice beside the Zihua Jinlian, and in just one year, you will be back to normal, and you will be able to make breakthroughs in a short time!"

Gu Cangsong replied respectfully, after seeing the wonder of the Zhenyuan Pagoda and the Zihua Jinlian, all thoughts in his heart were cut off, and he wholeheartedly packed up these medicine fields for Wang Mo.

Based on his countless years of cultivation experience, he has never met such a person with such a chance. He is already convinced that the other party is the key to whether he can step into the eighth-level supreme in the future.

"Okay, you start preparing, these days, I will continue to travel west!"

Wang Mo nodded and was about to leave.

"What's bothering my lord? Although this old man's cultivation is not top-notch, he has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and he still has a little knowledge. It can't be said that he can solve the lord's worries and problems, but he can give some suggestions!"

Gu Cangsong was an old man, and he saw some clues from Wang Mo's complexion, and asked cautiously and respectfully.

As soon as he said this, he felt a lot of apprehension in his heart, for fear that he would show the wrong kindness.

Hearing this, Wang Mo paused slightly, turned around slowly, looked at the respectful Gu Cangsong, and said with a flash of light in his eyes: "Do you know where there are spirit corpses?"

This old pine tree doesn't know how many years he has walked in the cultivation world, how could he not know what a spirit corpse is?

"Spirit corpse?"

Gu Cangsong was slightly stunned, and raised his white eyebrows, "Does the lord want to cultivate the incarnation outside the body, or refine the psionic crystals in it to enhance his cultivation?"

"no!"

Wang Mo just shook his head slightly, without explaining.

"To tell you the truth, although the psionic energy crystals in the spirit corpses are extremely easy to refine into one's own cultivation, they are more or less contaminated with a trace of the breath of the spirit corpse itself, and because the dead monks have a trace of resentment, it is extremely easy to invade the spirit. knowledge.

With the opportunity of the Lord, there is really no need to do this! "

Although Wang Mo denied it, Gu Cangsong still put on the appearance of a loyal servant and said seriously.

"And this one?"

Wang Mo frowned, and groped his chin, "No matter what, just tell me, is there any news about the spirit corpse?"

"Yes, and it was left by the immortal master of Dao Lingjing!"

Seeing this, Gu Cangsong replied without hesitation.

"Dao Ling Realm Spirit Corpse!"

Wang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, really surprised, and thought to himself, could this be the legendary sleepy loose pillow?

"Not bad!"

Gu Cangsong took a deep breath, his expression changed several times, as if he had made some decision, "Speaking of this spirit corpse, I saw it when I just transformed into a spirit!"

"Oh?"

A look of interest flashed in Wang Mo's eyes. As far as he knew, the origin of this ancient cangsong was extremely mysterious, and no one knew about it.

"Does the lord know about the Qingling Festival?"

Gu Cangsong collected his thoughts and asked back.

"The Qingling Festival? I don't know!"

Wang Mo didn't have a swollen face to pretend to be fat. All these years, he had to hide and hide when he was on the road. How could he care about unimportant things?

"Hehe, it's okay if the Lord doesn't know, just listen to the old man's detailed explanation!"

Gu Cangsong smiled awkwardly and coughed a few times, "This Qingling Festival is a grand event in the twelve border states of Dongzhou. Where the fairy master is.

It is said that the twelve prefectures jointly held the memorial ceremony, but in other words, only the four prefectures of Donghua, Dongping, Dongyuan, and Dongling held it in turn.

What he did was the legacy of Immortal Master Qingling! "

"The immortal master's legacy?"

Wang Mo raised his eyebrows, and there was a trace of outline in his heart.

"This Immortal Master Qing Ling exhausted his lifespan, and finally reincarnated on his own. In memory of the withering talents in the Eastern Continent, he used his strength to gather a tomb. The inside of the tomb is self-contained. Only those in the early stage of Nirvana Realm Only the monks under him can enter it.

Of course, no matter how high its cultivation base is, it can't compare to Nirvana Barren Ridge, a treasured land created by heaven and earth.

But there is actually a Dao Lingjing immortal master in it, but although he has been lost for so many years, his formation skills are the best in the spiritual realm, and so far there are few people who can crack it.

What's more, when he fell, he left his last words. If a strong person in the spiritual realm wants to break through, his internal inheritance will inevitably explode. Even monks of the same level will find it difficult to get out of it.

As for the Overlord of the Spiritual Void Realm, there are monks from twelve states joining forces, and even the most powerful ones in the Spiritual Void Realm would not dare to take the lead lightly, so it has been preserved until now.

This place is tens of thousands of years old.

And the old man is one of the twelve ancient pines in front of the tomb of Immortal Master Qingling! "

Gu Cangsong spoke slowly, these unknown secrets, the color of remembrance in his eyes became stronger.

"Then you mean, in the twelve states on the border of Dongzhou, there are twelve ancient pine transforming powers like you?"

Wang Mo's pupils shrank slightly, and he was a little surprised.

Although what Gu Cangsong said was a secret that was difficult for the outside world to know, the appearance of twelve ancient pine monks at once was even more astonishing.