Chapter 907 Planting the Way
The oval purple-black nails bloomed with a faint black-red mist.
Like a waterfall of shadows draped over the owner of that arm.
Demonic flames surged.
The evil spirit is raging.
The true king of the alien race knelt down and bowed his head quickly, not daring to raise his eyes to see.
The three people who had been captured by the alien lord looked at the figure in shock.
They couldn't see clearly at all. What they saw was like infinite darkness, as if they were facing a terrifying abyss. The abyss clearly hid incomprehensible existence, which made their eyes sting.
The three of them hurriedly buried their heads.
But he couldn't erase the deep fear in his eyes.
What a rampant demonic flame and sky fire it was. It was clear that the master monk was not targeting them at all. The scarlet flame was like a dazzling light, forcing them to avoid sight.
It's as if if you continue to wait and see, your eyes will be burned by his karma and your six senses will be gouged out.
The woman surnamed Zhang tried her best to suppress her trembling, and looked for the two people next to her at a loss.
The monk surnamed Xu was not much better.
The three of them barely hugged each other.
They didn't even know whether the people in front of them were enemies or friends, or in other words, they couldn't even be considered enemies or friends, because in front of that shocking demon, even the alien sages were turned into ashes. If it weren't for
The screams just now still echoed in their ears, and they even suspected that there was no alien lord at all.
"Mr. Wen..."
The monk surnamed Xu lowered his head and murmured in his heart.
Another young man gritted his teeth and wanted Mr. Wen to kneel down and bow down.
Looking directly at a big demon like this can easily make the other person angry.
If the other party still feels dissatisfied after killing a foreign venerable, wouldn't it be easy to wipe them all out after encountering Mr. Wen's disobedience?
They still have the courage and fighting power to face the alien race.
But facing such a being, he only had despair and fear in his heart.
He collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all his strength.
The gray-haired old man stood there blankly without moving, staring at the tall figure in the fire of the evil karma with such a withered figure.
Of course he remembered the red-haired teacher in his family who used to lie on a wicker chair with a book in his hand when he was young.
Father said that was his master.
He didn't understand it as a child.
Later, when he understood it, he had already joined the Five Spirit Sect.
Since his father's death, his father's master has also disappeared.
Only the painting hanging in the ancestral hall remains.
It is said that his father asked the most skilled painter in the court to copy it for his master.
It has been hanging for a thousand years.
Once, when he returned to his family, he met a mysterious monk who not only taught him Taoism but also returned the body of Uncle Sanhu, and sealed a secret in the corpse-controlling ruler. It was not until he cultivated to the golden elixir that he unlocked the secret and completely
Learn about the family’s past and the identity of the mysterious figure.
It is indeed as the master thought, if he cannot even cultivate to the golden elixir realm, he is not even qualified to know the secret.
It's just that the road to immortality is difficult.
With his profound knowledge and hard work, he finally broke through the golden elixir and became the True Monarch of Nascent Soul.
I plunged headlong into the Eastern Wilderness, and when I look back, the years have been wasted, and my life span is about to be exhausted.
I originally wanted to go to Yuanyang Region to look for opportunities, but I didn't want to be attacked and forced to become a prisoner.
However, even Wen Peng did not expect to see his master again in his lifetime.
only.
The person in front of you.
Is he really the master?
picture.
so similar.
Just like he remembered.
Wen Peng never asked.
If he were not the master, his rash recognition would not have ruined the innocent lives of those three people.
If it was the master, if he came forward to recognize him, wouldn't it be embarrassing for the master? He was about to die, and he also used the secret method to urge his life, so why bother to let the master worry more.
As the ancestor of a sect, he is well aware of this difficulty.
Sometimes, even though he is a great monk, he cannot save even one life.
Since I feel the same way, why bother forcing it.
It's better to be like it was back then.
He also has no intention of returning to his roots after falling leaves.
As a monk, he had already made plans to die in a foreign country.
"People who come later don't have to collect my body for me."
"Step on my bones and walk over."
Lift up your robe.
Half kneeling on the ground.
Wen Peng raised his hands in a high-pitched salute and kowtowed: "Thank you Da Xiu for saving your life. It's a pity that I have run out of gas and can no longer repay you. Why don't you ask Da Xiu to use your means to pull out the soul of this junior and enter the soul banner of Zhang Xu?"
Well, it can be considered as a way of expressing your feelings!"
Xu Chang raised his head sharply.
In his impression, Mr. Wen has always been kind, gentle, and gentle.
Although he is a master of the corpse refining sect, he has no corpse energy or demonic appearance.
It was rare to see him shouting so loudly, not to mention the shocking tone of his words, which almost made him forget the pressure deep down.
Xu Chang thought that Mr. Wen was going to die.
Use such words to provoke the great devil to keep his hand.
But when he looked up, he saw a bright smile on Mr. Wen's face.
That smile is really sunny.
Like relief.
It's more like finally returning to a place of peace.
An idea popped into his mind.
Maybe Mr. Wen really wants to do this.
"this……"
"Perhaps those who practice demons are all incomprehensible lunatics."
Xu Chang murmured in his heart.
Then I thought about it.
How can the Taoist sect be any better? If you are not a madman, you will not survive. The end of Tao and demons requires a fairy.
But for ordinary monks, it is simply a legend. Their only hope is to take another step forward, extend their lives, and live on.
Perhaps it was Mr. Wen's words that inspired his courage, or perhaps he was unwilling to be saved in such a useless way.
Xu Chang said loudly: "Senior, the souls of old people are definitely not as strong as those of young people."
The young man beside him looked at Xu Chang in horror.
"crazy."
"crazy!"
The figure in the Tiansha Karma Fire looked sideways slightly, looked at the three people in the corner, raised his finger and pointed at the young man huddled behind everyone and asked: "Such a greedy person who is afraid of death, a monk who will only retreat when encountering trouble, but you want to
Will you risk your own life to save me?"
"Is it worth doing this?"
I heard a somewhat hoarse voice in the air.
Wen Peng kowtowed and said, "I saved him just because I wanted to save him. It has nothing to do with what kind of person he is."
"Moreover, I save people just by the way. In fact, I want to save myself more. However, this body has reached its limit. I have no way to save myself, so I might as well play my final role."
The Demon of Karma Fire nodded slightly.
"Let's put it this way."
"Do you still want to live?"
Wen Peng immediately fell silent.
Of course he wants to live.
But his life is about to end, and he has used an irreversible secret method, and his body is about to collapse. In such a situation, even if he says that he wants to live, it may just make him die less honorably.
When he said it it meant he had renewed hope.
It's not easy to feel when your hopes are extinguished.
Think again and again.
Wen Peng nodded and said, "I think so!"
"I want to live."
"very good."
"If you want to live, I will let you live."
"However, even if we can use up all the treasures from heaven and earth to repair my injuries, my life span will be..."
"You can become a god!"
After the words fell, a finger poked out from the karma fire.
A drop of water as black as jade hangs on the finger.
It's more like a drop of blood than a drop of water.
Demon blood!
Wen Peng looked at the demonic blood and felt a wild and rough feeling coming from it.
It was a kind of vicissitudes.
Like the sun rising, like the moon being constant.
The flowing ripples converged into Dao patterns, and just a few fluctuations made his restless body instantly stabilized. He even saw a Dao Sutra contained within.
Wen Peng couldn't help but be shaken in his heart.
He felt that the person standing in front of him was not his master.
No matter how powerful the master is, he should never reach such a terrifying situation.
Don't wait for him to think too much.
The blue-black finger had already touched his forehead.
Demonic blood suddenly dripped.
Ding dong!
Wen Peng's eyes widened as the black demon blood merged into his body.
The dense white bones seemed to be soaked in the devil's abyss, and instantly turned into black. When this finger was pointed at his forehead, a Taoist sutra was also taught, which was recited by the hoarse voice in the air.
"The Immortal Sutra!"
Taiyin Xuanshui.
Taoism is immortal.
Tu Shanjun looked at the son of a disciple, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
Go back to the past.
Looking at Wen Peng's body that had turned into a corpse, he said softly: "I extracted three names from the Corpse Demon Qi Refining Technique, cultivated the power of Taiyin, and finally shaped the immortal Tao body. Now, this first Tao seed,
It is also appropriate to give it to the monks who practice the Corpse Demon Qi technique."
Does not dissipate and stain bones.
With the support of black jade bones, Wen Peng's body couldn't help but straighten up.
The spreading corpse body was swallowed up and turned into blue-grey skin.
Ageless and dead.
The so-called physical deterioration has long since disappeared.
Wen Peng felt the pain subside, but his own strength did not decline at all. Instead, it continued to rise. In a short time, he had reached the later stage of Taoism and climbed to another level. It was as if when the scriptures were transformed, he
A transformation has been completed.
Either he accumulated a lot of knowledge, or he simply relied on a drop of demonic blood to push him to the top.
Wen Peng's eyes shone with divine light, and his old face returned to his youthful appearance in an instant. Even his gray hair was quickly dyed black. This drop of demon blood not only repaired his body, but also healed his lifelong wounds.
Life span has been affected accordingly.
A few moments.
Wen Peng's shaky Yin Shen and Nascent Soul were stabilized, and a powerful spiritual aura bloomed around him.
Immediately afterwards, boundless thunderclouds rolled in.
"Thunder Tribulation?!"
"Go ahead."
The big demon in the Tiansha Karma Fire made a slight click, and Wen Peng's figure immediately left the small ship and walked through the air in the barrier space.
Ghost hands waved.
A layer of crystal clear energy came down.
Xu Chang was stunned for a long time. He stared at everything that happened in front of him in astonishment, his eyes full of disbelief.
The demon didn't kill them but also gave them opportunities.
Looking towards the distance, he saw the black-haired figure who was undergoing a tribulation, and murmured: "The immortal caressed my head and tied my hair to grant immortality!"
The young man next to Xu Chang suddenly felt ashamed.
What Wen Peng used was obviously his secret technique.
Maybe when he came to use it, he was the one who got the opportunity.
A drop of demonic blood instantly restored a gray-haired old man to his youth, pushed his Taoism to its peak, and ushered in the thunder catastrophe of becoming a god.
What an unimaginable opportunity!
He actually missed it all his life!
Zhang Xu clapped his hands and cheered!
The great demon in the karma fire did not look at Thunder Tribulation, but looked at the alien Nascent Soul kneeling on the ground and asked: "Where is this place?"
Xu Chang was completely relieved.
They shouldn't be dead.
Because the great monks in the Demon Flame clearly speak the common language of the Eastern Wasteland.
"Reply to uncle."
"This place is called Qingquan Realm, and it is the entrusted land of our Yaksha clan. The viscount who offended my uncle just now is the Lord of Yuhe Mountain in Qingquan Realm. Yuhe Mountain has a fifth-level spiritual vein and is the territory of Uncle Hunyue. Hunyue
Bo is one of the three great saints of our Yaksha tribe."
Thinking that this great demon was using the common language of the Eastern Wilderness, the foreign Nascent Soul who answered could not help but change his words and call him realm.
He continued: "The three great saints jointly control the Qingquan realm."
This chapter has been completed!