Spiritual Furnace

Yu Tong, booth eyes muddy in front of me, no half angry, the body is very cold.

This is just a corpse!

“In this corpse, even without the existence of bones, if you want to resurrect this woman, bone fairy and soul fairy, you must learn!”

The corpse once again said.

“Bone fairy, soul fairy…”

Chu Yan knows that the bones are the same and the soul is a must, and I have to go.

Today, Yu Tong belongs to Chu Yan’s life-famous spirit, and it is a distraction. If you want to see it, Chu Yan will be able to appear.

“You have walked through the seven corpses of Xianshan, which is the inheritance of my corpse. Now that you have passed the Tenth Mountain, what I have learned, I will inevitably give it to me, let me go!”

The corpse was open at the moment, and then turned and waved.

Immediately, there was a road in front of me.

The tenth mountain, as long as it reaches the top of the mountain, it is the end point, and the road in front of it leads to the corpse, the most mysterious.

The body of the corpse.

Chu Yan and the corpse are walking on this road, on both sides, there is a boundless gray sea of ​​mist, which has the advantage of Demonic Beast, huge faucet, sly tiger, broken winged bird…

The same feature is that each body is full of strong Corpse Qi, obviously these are the corpses that the demonic cultivator turns to after the death.

The speed of the corpse is not fast, Chu Yan is watching under the leisure, and the sights at the left and right of the sea of ​​mist can not help but raise the sense of awe. I don’t think it’s as simple as it seems on the surface.

At the same time, Chu Yan’s habitual spirit is pervasive, observing the existence of these sea of ​​mist, and more and more feel their meaning of life and death. The corpses are different from the usual practitioners. They have died once. They have the deepest insight into life and death. Before the experience, Feng Yichen, the buddhist cultivation power, and the devil cultivator of the cultivation sorrow, Chu Yan is between this life and death. Comprehension is getting deeper and deeper.

Walking and walking, Chu Yan feels that her soul is somewhat free, and the meaning of life and death is permeated in her own heart. For a time, Chu Yan herself has some questions to start with, whether she is alive or dead…

Arrived……

At this moment, the voice of the corpse sounded in Chu Yan’s ear.

Chu Yan recovered and recovered from the life and death domain.

It can’t help but show a respectful color on his face. He worships the corpse: “many thanks Senior !”

“Is it felt?”

The corpse is open.

“Feeling, that kind of life seems to die!”

Chu Yan nodded and a hint of gratitude on his face.

He knows that the reason why the corpse is not directly taking him away from here is to take himself on this road, in order to give himself this creation.

“How many times do you feel like death?”

The corpse turned his head and asked.

“Nine times…”

Chu Yan is the color road.

“Nine times…”

The corpse complex complex changed, and finally looked at Chu Yan with deep thought: “Would you like to be my inheritance discipline?”

Inheritance of discipline…

When Chu Yan passed the tenth mountain, she thought of this.

The reason why I can become the inheritance of the corpse, a large part, is related to the three Underworld Yin poisons. It can be said that Chu Yan’s chance is caused, but it is not what Chu Yan wants.

“In the realm of mortal realm, the younger generation has only one division, called ‘airspace’. In the spirit realm, the younger generation has only one division, named ‘Ling Ruoxuan’. In immortal realm, the younger generation also has only one division, named ‘魔尊’!”

Chu Yan took a deep breath and finally said to the corpse.

“Only the three of them will be the master of your Chu Yan?”

The corpse looked to Chu Yan, and the eyes showed a disappointing color, cold voice.

In the face of the powerful pressure of the corpse, Chu Yan complexion became pale and gritted: “younger generation, only three of these masters, no more!”

Although Chu Yan has a lot of Divine Ability, the cultivation is on the way and there are many inheritances, but only three of them can be recognized by Chu Yan.

Master Master, also a teacher and a father!

That kind of love is not just a Divine Ability inheritance, it has to go through a lot to be called Master and Disciple.

The old man is the first master of Chu Yan. If it is not the empty celestial body, Chu Yan can’t walk out of the mortal realm, and the old man saves Chu Yan in the hands of Qi Tianlie in the days of the year. Chu Yan is empty and enters the Liangzhou Temple. , Master and Disciple have experienced too much.

Entering spirit realm, under the circumstances of all unknown, was selected by Ling Ruoxuan, for Chu Yan, Ling Ruo Xuanshe went to his remaining life essence, only for a hundred years, the teaching of the repaired. On the Eighths of the Wild, I stood up and gave everything for Chu Yan. The eyes of life end looks at Chu Yan are still gratifying. Even without Tian Yan Xian Shu, Chu Yan can’t resurrect even if there is a trace of soul blood.

Demon, at the beginning, Chu Yan was grateful for his heart, more respect, but Master and Disciple, after all, the two have not seen it. But when the trace of True Devil came to Chu Yan, when he saw the demon, the kind of sacred, the kind of sustenance, and even the demon looked at Chu Yan’s eyes.

That feeling, and the airspace and Ling Ruoxuan feel the same for Chu Yan, Chu Yan believes that it is their own master.

Devil Territory, the style of acting in the past, is unique and different from other domain practitioners. Chu Yan is a devil statue, and it is also a repair of the emperor. Naturally, he will not worship other domain practitioners. According to the old white, the war demon and the purple demon and the devil are like a brother and aunt. The two are their own martial uncle. In the future, the enterprise Devil Territory will be pointed by the two, and they will not think about it.

Although the corpse is strong and strong, it is a respectable figure, but Chu Yan can accept his guidance for some reasons, but he will not worship him.

“Devil respects that guy, has not received the discipline in his life, did not expect, after almost completely dead, received such a discipline, huh, huh, all this, is it a good man?”

The corpse respected aura, and his face could not help but show his feelings of emotion.

Chu Yan complexion hesitated, he also saw that the corpse was not malicious to himself, but did not wait for Chu Yan to speak, the corpse once again said: “You know, this road is not my body, the bones and the soul A pulse, there are, and so long since the years, can pass this way, feel more than seven times like a life-like feeling of death, less than three, except you, only one person, I feel ten times, you The aptitude can be cultivation ancient meditation!”

“The ancient meditation? Is it the Cultural Technique that combines the corpse fairy, the bone fairy and the soul fairy?”

Chu Yan asked with doubts in his eyes.

“Not so, my generation of meditation wants cultivation base success, the most important thing is the understanding between life and death, and the cultivation of the ancient sorcerer must have three-pulse aptitude, if from the level, the corpse fairy, bone fairy And the soul fairy is equivalent to the ent erect the sect Cultivation Technique, and only the three are all Great Accomplishment, and are qualified to have the ability to cultivate ancient sacred sacred, reproduce the power of ancient times when ancient times!”

The corpse said, and the eyes could not help but reveal a touch of remembrance.

“Senior, you know the younger generation identity, younger generation. This life will only repair the magic, repair other, are auxiliary, meditation, younger generation is just to understand the poison, and please understand!”

Chu Yan took a deep breath and finally opened.

I am carrying the will of Ancient Devil. How can I become an emperor?

“You don’t need words, come with me!”

The corpse sighed and then proceeded with Chu Yan.

Soon, it appeared in the place where the altar was.

“here is……”

Chu Yan complexion changed, here a hundred corpses repair Elder, no momentum under the Vientiane Middle Stage.

And the nine coffins, let Chu Yan feel the heart.

“Greetings corpse adults!”

Hundreds of corpses repaired Elder and immediately greeted, and the corpse nodded.

And then, this hundred corpses repair Elder, it is to look at Chu Yan: “greetings Holy Child adults!”

Holy Child ?

Chu Yan complexion changed slightly and immediately said: “Senior, younger generation is not Holy Child…”

“This……”

Many corpses repaired Elder, and the complexion changed.

Walking through the seventh mountain is to be accepted as a heritage by the corpse, and this child is passing through the tenth mountain. How could it not be Holy Child?

Can not help but everyone looked at the corpse.

“Ghost Ling said that he is not Holy Child, he is not Holy Child!”

The corpse said faintly.

He did not say the name of Chu Yan, which was reserved for Chu Yan.

And this words fell into the corpses of Elder’s ears, but it made them feel the waves.

Ghost Ling said that it is not, is the corpse respected to such a degree?

Chu Yan ignored these things, and his eyes fell on the ninth open coffin, and his eyes changed.

“Take out the body of the old nine!”

At this moment, the corpse sighs, if it is an old man who has lost his beloved children, not the first generation.

Old nine…

Chu Yan looked at the empty ninth coffin, and looked at the corpse to connect with the past, naturally understand.

At a point, the True Devil space opens and a coffin floats out.

The next moment, the coffin cover flew up. Among the coffins, a corpse of a young man lay there, his head and body were clearly cut.

This person is the sorrow of the land of blasphemy!

“Old nine…”

The corpse is always in tears, and one hand touches the body on the desert.

His heart hurts. This is his most beloved, most complacent discipline, and this discipline, betrayed him, and he, personally ordered, let this discipline suffer endless suffering…