Zhu Xianzhi's sword Qingyun

Chapter 63 Healing
"Xuanhuo Jian is a divine tool in the world, and it has the power to overwhelm the world. Although your meridians are burned by the flames of fire, if you can combine the Xuanhuo into your body and integrate the essence of all fires into your body, you may be able to shape your meridians. Even better than ever, just"

The old man's voice paused, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Just what?" When Lin Jingyu and Lu Xueqi heard the news, their hearts were cheered up a lot, and they asked at the same time seeing the hesitation on the old man's face.

The old man looked at Lin Jingyu with an anxious expression, and replied: "It's just that this method is a method of blood refinement, inherited from the way of ghosts, although I know a thing or two, but the chances are very small, and the risk is great. You may lose your life."

The method of blood refinement is a technique of demons and evil spirits. It is naturally extremely dangerous to gamble with one's own life for profit.

However, Lin Jingyu's face was determined, and he replied without hesitation: "What is the difference between my current state and death? Even if there is only a half chance, I am willing to take the risk."

As proud as he was, he would rather risk death than live his life doing nothing.

Wan Jianyi and Lin Jingyu are the same kind of people, no one knows this pain better than Wan Jianyi.He has been in pain for a whole hundred years, and during these hundred years, he is no different from being dead.

He looked at Lin Jingyu as if he was looking at himself when he was young. He no longer asked because he already knew the answer. He nodded and continued: "The method of blood refinement is extremely demanding and extremely difficult to operate. First of all, we must Find a way to draw out the essence of myriad fires in the Xuanhuojian, otherwise everything will be empty talk."

Draw the essence of all fires from the Xuanhuojian?
Lin Jingyu's eyes lit up, he took out something from his bosom, and handed it to the old man: "What do you think of this thing, senior?"

"Is this the Dragon Blood Purple Jade from the Witch Clan?" The old man took the thing, looked at it in his hand for a moment, and asked in surprise.

Lin Jingyu was silent and nodded.

Holding the purple dragon blood jade, the old man couldn't help but wondered: "The purple dragon blood jade is the sacred treasure of the witch clan. With it, the confidence can be increased by at least [-]%, but it is a keepsake passed down by the great wizards of the past. Important, why is it in your hands?"

Dragon Blood Purple Jade is one of the sacred objects of the Wu Clan, with a very important status, the old man was naturally surprised at first glance.

Lin Jingyu glanced at the Purple Dragon Blood Jade, smiled wryly, and said: "The Great Wizard of the Witch Race thanked the Purple Dragon Blood Jade, and asked me to go to the southern border to help them prevent the resurrection of the beast monster. All my wounds."

"So that's how it is," said the old man hoarsely, with his back bent and his head gently nodded.

In the middle of the night, with the moon shining like a wash, and the mountain breeze blowing gently, bursts of coolness came in through the cracks in the door and the edge of the bed, and filled the whole room, bringing a slight chill to people.

Around the wooden house, on the textured walls, more than a dozen earth-yellow Dao talismans were pasted scattered and regularly.

The tao talisman is the size of a palm, and some indecipherable characters are scribbled with red cinnabar on the rough paper. It is neither like a painting nor a word, but rather like some special marks.

Each piece of talisman paper is separated by a few feet, seemingly unrelated to each other, but in fact they faintly form a mysterious magic circle, isolating this open space from its surroundings.

In the not-so-spacious wooden house, a wooden barrel more than one person wide was placed in the middle of the room, taking up quite a lot of space and making the room even more crowded.

In the wooden barrel, Lin Jingyu was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the barrel with his upper body naked, with a ferocious expression on his face, as if he was in extreme pain.

A total of one hundred and eight silver needles were pierced into the various acupuncture points on Lin Jingyu's body, which can be seen everywhere on his chest, arms, and back.

Blood as thin as a hair, slowly flowed out of Lin Jingyu's body along the needle tip, and flowed into the barrel. The originally clear spring water in the barrel was stained red like blood. At first glance, the whole person seemed to be lying in a pool of blood. Average, shocking.

At this time, even the air in the room gradually smelled of blood, and bursts of cold air mixed with blood rushed into people's mouths and noses, making people feel chills all over their bodies when they smelled it.

In the large wooden barrel, Lin Jingyu's whole body, the Dragon Slaying Sword, the Profound Fire Mirror, and the Dragon Blood Purple Jade, the three magical treasures were emitting green, red, and purple rays of light, slowly rotating around Lin Jingyu Then, a shallow vortex appeared in the barrel.

The bent back of the old man at the side became straight at this moment. He stood beside the wooden barrel, his hands pressed against the edge of the wooden barrel, and he silently recited the law.

Immediately, the old man's whole body was full of blue light, his beard and hair were all stretched out, and he was dressed in a gray cloth robe without any wind, making a sound of hunting.

After a while, as the old man's chanting became faster and faster, the three magic weapons revolving around Lin Jingyu also turned faster and faster. Gradually, with Lin Jingyu as the center, a rapidly rotating vortex formed. Driven by this vortex, the sturdy wooden barrel also began to shake non-stop.

Suddenly, Lin Jingyu's face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept slipping from his forehead, dripping into the wooden barrel, mixing with the blood and water, and white smoke billowed up.

Pain, piercing pain, this is the only feeling Lin Jingyu feels at this time.

This pain felt like someone was cutting his body one by one with a knife, cutting in from the thin skin, cutting into the flesh, cutting into the meridians, the knife penetrated into the flesh, dripping with blood.

Lin Jingyu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists with a cracking sound, and endured with all his strength.

But how can such pain be borne by human beings?After another cup of tea, the feeling of pain gradually broke through the limit that Lin Jingyu could bear, his consciousness began to become blurred, his head was slightly dizzy, his body wobbled, and he almost passed out.

Just when he felt that he was going to be unable to hold on, the deep voice of the old man came from his ear.

"Child, with the help of foreign objects, reshaping the meridians with the technique of ghosts is going against the sky, and the pain on your body is naturally inevitable. So you must stay awake, otherwise once you faint, all previous efforts will be wasted , and even lost their lives!"

Birth, old age, sickness and death, casualties and disabilities, this is the reincarnation of fate, what is destined by the sky.Lin Jingyu wanted to borrow the help of three treasures to change his fate against the sky, which naturally meant a huge risk.

The old man's words passed into Lin Jingyu's ears word by word, hitting Lin Jingyu's heart like a heavy hammer, awakening Lin Jingyu who was about to be unconscious, and pulling him back from the brink of death.

"No, I can't die, I can't become a useless person, my family feud has not been avenged, my love has not been married, I, Lin Jingyu, still have debts to pay and love to pay, I can't die, I definitely can't die, I want to live, Only by living can we take revenge!"

I want to live! ! !

"what!!!"

A painful roar gushed out from Lin Jingyu's throat.

In an instant, the multicolored rays of light burst out from Lin Jingyu's body, mixed with blood and sprayed out of the wooden barrel, hitting the surrounding walls like a colorful wave.

Xiaguang's castration is so fierce that it can split a stele and crack a stone. It is infinitely powerful, and it can't be blocked by a thin wooden wall.

Just when Xiaguang was about to hit the wooden wall, all kinds of talisman papers on the surrounding walls, including the mysterious talisman drawn on them, suddenly lit up together.There was a faint sound of mysterious incantations in the air, which sounded like a whisper, and the invisible power spread out, covering this huge destructive power and preventing it from leaking out.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunder that resounded for nine days resounded above the wooden house. The thunder was as mysterious and unpredictable as the might of the sky. It seemed to be venting something, and it seemed to be warning something.

At this time, the exhausted old man was sitting powerlessly on the ground beside him, panting heavily, and quietly staring at Lin Jingyu who had fallen to the ground. He knew that they succeeded, although only half of them succeeded. chance, but they succeeded.

The dragon-slaying sword still has a fairy spirit, even more so than before, but the Xuanhuojian and the dragon blood purple jade have long since lost their former luster, lying on the ground like ordinary iron stones, inconspicuous.

Lin Jingyu stood up and raised his hands lightly. He felt that an endless power seemed to be stored in his body, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.He had never felt this way since he practiced Buddhism.

"Cough cough." Perhaps because of hurting his vitality, the old man coughed lightly, and the always dull old man finally showed a rare smile: "The spirit of ten thousand fires is really extraordinary, just seeing your roar just now, you I'm afraid his cultivation is no longer below mine."

(End of this chapter)