Dragon Vein Martial God

Jiang Ting looked at the stone room for a while, but couldn't find the exit or door to leave. In the end, he could only look at the only furniture decoration in the stone room again.

Unless there is no way to get out of this stone room, if there is a way to leave... Now it seems that I am afraid that it must be related to the table, chair or corpse.

After all, in this stone room, there are three things in total, a table, a chair, and a corpse... The rest are all stone walls.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting stepped forward, but avoided the chair and the corpse, and turned to look at the wooden table first... The wooden table is black.

Most of the tree bark is green or gray. If the bark is cut, no matter what tree, the inside of the bark must be gray-white, and some tree trunks are even milky white.

But this wooden table... Obviously there is no bark, only the torso inside the bark... The torso is actually black, which is rare!

Maybe it was because he looked at it for a long time, or maybe it was too close, Jiang Ting suddenly smelled a faint scent... It was very faint and faint, and it was impossible to check.

"This is..." After hesitating for a while, Jiang Ting suddenly stretched out his hand, rubbing the palm of his hand lightly on the surface of the wooden table.

The desktop is not smooth, on the contrary, even a bit rough.

After rubbing for a while, Jiang Ting withdrew his hand and put his palm in front of his nose... The smell was a little thicker, and at the same time, because of the direct contact, he also felt a little gloomy and cold.

After a long while, Jiang Ting put down his hand, revealing a little inconceivable: "It's actually a spirit tree..."

Lingyou tree, in Tianlan, almost only exists in legends... According to records, even if it appears, at most it is like a small branch.

But here, there is actually a table made of spirit tree!

Lingyou tree, it is said that it is a tree that only exists in the nether world... Lingyou tree does not have any great effect, but it can be entrusted by the remnant of the soul, and it can nurture the soul.

That's all... The spirit tree will not improve others' cultivation, nor will it give people insight, nor will it increase their strength.

But, that is precisely the precious place of the ghost tree!

Outside, almost no growth.

Even if there is, it will only grow in dark and deep places.

To put it simply, if Jiang Ting took the table in front of him out... At that time, countless Huaying would appear to snatch it, causing an unimaginable bloody storm.

Maybe some people don't understand... well, let's put it this way.

Immortal way, the soul is not the body.

For immortals, cultivating immortals is like crossing the sea by boat.

The soul is the person in the boat.

The body is the ship.

Without a boat, people will drown... but as long as other boats are captured before they dissipate, they can continue to sail.

But if there are no people in the boat... what if the boat docks?

As for the spirit tree, the most precious thing is that it nourishes the soul.

If you are killed, as long as you escape a ray of remnant soul, as long as you can find the branches or trunks of the first-order spirit tree... In theory, as long as the remnant soul does not leave the spirit tree, the remnant soul will never die. .

Of course, it's just a theory. No one knows how long the remnant soul can last in the spirit tree... After all, if any normal person dies but escapes from the soul, they will find someone to take the house, rather than just lingering on it.

For another example, if a person's lifespan is approaching, but he is unable to break through his cultivation base to increase his lifespan, and his spirit escapes from the body and enters the spirit tree...theoretically, he can live forever.

If this thing is released, how can it not attract blood and rain?

But Jiang Ting is Jiang Ting after all.

His inconceivable, just because of the current situation of Tianlan, it is reasonable to say that it is impossible for someone to make tables and chairs out of spirit trees, so it is inconceivable. Soon, he recovered his calm and reached out and grabbed it... Well, the table was directly taken by him. picked up.

very heavy!

At least, over ten thousand pounds.

That table is clearly only about half a zhang in width, and half a person in height... but it exceeds ten thousand jin. It is indeed a spirit tree, and I don't know what it contains.

Unfortunately, it obviously has nothing to do with leaving the stone chamber.

Then, he turned his eyes away and began to look at the chair and the corpse.

The chair, also black, is almost the same material as the table.

Obviously, not only the table, but also the chair was made by the ghost tree.

After looking at it for a while, Jiang Ting clasped his fists slightly: "The junior has seen the senior, and it is not the junior's wish to come uninvited. I also ask the senior to forgive me, and I also ask the senior not to blame the junior for disturbing the tranquility of the senior."

The sound is not too loud, but because the stone room is too tight... Even if the sound is not loud, it still echoes in the stone room.

A corpse is still a corpse.

Nothing changed.

Seeing this, Jiang Ting clenched her fists: "It is rumored that a piece of branches of a ghost tree can theoretically never dissipate a person's spirit or remnant soul, and the tables and chairs here are probably only able to have a complete ghost tree. It can be made...a piece of branch can still make people fascinated, what's more, it is likely to be a table and chair made by a complete ghost tree?"

The owner of the corpse may indeed be dead, but the furniture of the Spiritual Nether Tree is here, and Jiang Ting has a hard time believing that the corpse's spirit consciousness has also dissipated.

as predicted.

Because Jiang Ting's words pointed to the essence... The corpse suddenly began to show some fluorescence.

Soon.

There was no change in the corpse. Instead, the fluorescent lights gathered together and turned into a... somewhat illusory human head.

That's right, there is only one more illusory head.

The head also looked weird.

His face is very old... but his hair is as bright as blood!

That's right, a bright red like blood... There was clearly no wind or even airflow in the stone room, but the hair was soft and fluttering constantly.

"I've seen senior." Jiang Ting saluted again.

The head floated away from the corpse and chair, and floated in front of Jiang Ting: "Junior, what year is it today?"

Jiang Ting stepped back subconsciously, and his expression became strange.

"Why didn't you answer?" The red-haired man's illusory face showed a hint of displeasure.

Jiang Ting strangely pulled away and shook his head: "Senior, which mortal court's calendar are you asking about? I cultivate in the world of immortals, and there is no calendar. The junior is still young, and the senior has lived in seclusion here for a long time. The junior is ignorant and does not know when the senior is. Therefore, when the senior asked, the junior really doesn’t know how to answer it.”

Indeed, the world of immortal cultivation, or even a larger world... Only mortals can draw out the calendar.

For those who cultivate immortals, one retreat can often last for decades. Even in the Qi-refining realm, there may be at least several years of retreat... Calendar? People in the immortal world don't need to know the calendar, they just need to know how old they are. How can they have so much energy to count what year it is this year and what year it will be next year.

The mortals divide the calendar, there are New Year's Eve and Spring Festival, there are festivals and solar terms... Do immortals need it?

No need... Since you don't need it, naturally there is no so-called calendar.

As soon as this head appeared, he came to tell me what year it was. It sounded like a profound statement, but in reality... Unless you know how many years ago the red-haired head was, you can tell a time.

"I don't know the old man in the realm of Jindan... The old man has slept for many years..." The head showed a look of loneliness.
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