When Dongling Jun woke up quietly, he felt like he had a bizarre dream.

In my dream, I fell into the boundless ice hell, my body was covered with thick and cold ice, and even my soul seemed to be sucked into the ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

The flesh and blood were frozen inch by inch, just like Yan Luo's hands strangled his neck inch by inch.

The cold suffocation, when fully awake, felt the body die little by little, and even the last trace of air in the lungs was pushed out of the trachea by the cold air.

Can't breathe.

Can't breathe.

The long-lost sense of suffocation reminded Dong Lingjun of the past more than 20 years ago.

When he first arrived in Penglai, he was still a bad boy who didn't understand the rules and ran around. He accidentally broke into the abandoned area of ​​Penglai and almost drowned by the turbid sea water.

That time, when his life was dying, who saved him?

That figure.

That tall, vague figure can only remember one outline in the light.

He still remembers.

At the moment when his life was about to disappear, it was that man who pulled him back to the world from the brink of death.

Ah, by the way.

It's Senior Brother Dingshan.

It was the young senior brother of Dingshan who pulled him back from the turbid and cold sea water.

It was also the senior brother of Dianshan who carried him on his back and rushed all the way to Penglai Immortal Land. At that time, the master was still alive.

In this flash, more than twenty years have passed...

"Dongling?Dongling!"

The familiar call re-calls the thoughts of the Eastern Soul who is wandering outside the sky.

The illusion between dreams and reality quickly subsided. Within a few breaths, Dong Lingjun felt that his soul that had left his body returned to his body.

cold!

This is his first feeling.

It was like the cold winter month, and I was thrown into the snow naked, and I could only curl up tremblingly.

But he is also a master of the Tianlist.

At the moment when consciousness returns, Lingxu's true energy in the body begins to flow rapidly, and a vague warmth like flames rises in the heart, just like the heart fire is reignited.

Soon, Dongling Jun was completely awake.

What caught my eye was the familiar vermilion beam of the Penglai Fairyland.

On the beam of the house, a wonderful technique is used to draw a catalog of the movements of the stars in the sky. It was a thousand years ago, and it was a thousand miles away from the current star pattern.

It was as if their generation, like the ancestors of Penglai, were not in the same sea of ​​stars at all.

"Dongling, are you getting better?"

The gentle voice of the head Taoist Jun Cang Lao heard the ears, and Dong Lingjun struggled to get up.

But as soon as he moved, a numb and soreness rose from his limbs, causing the powerful immortal warrior to moan and lay back on the bed.

He looked down and saw that his body was infected with the cold poison of the white cold soul. His frozen body had returned to normal, but there were still frostbite on his skin, purple and green, which looked very ugly.

It is also very embarrassed, completely different from the immortal style that Penglai always values.

"The Master Daojun."

Dong Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief. With the support of two Taoist children, he leaned against the head of the carved bed, took another cup of ginseng tea and kept it in his hand to keep warm.

While smelling the fragrance of ginseng tea, he said to the smiling leader Taoist in front of him:

"You saved me? The Changbai Han poison was dispersed?"

"Um."

The head Taoist nodded, waved the whisk in his hand, and raised the two long white eyebrows beside his eyebrows. The belts on the back of his black Taoist robe were still flying in the air as before.

He said to Donglingjun:

"Dongling, you are really a lucky person. The cold poison will penetrate into your heart and Niwan Palace in just one or two days. By then, even if the ancestors are resurrected, it will be difficult to save you.

However, there is a secret method for the Five Immortals Temple, so why don’t I, Penglai?”

The head Taoist smirked, pointed to a warm jade worn on Donglingjun's belt, and said to his junior brother:

"This jade was passed down from our ancestors. It is said that when the spiritual energy is full, it has the miraculous effect of condensing spiritual energy. Now that there is no spiritual energy in the world, it will have no effect.

But it is still more than enough to drive away cold poison.

But Dongling, you are too infected by cold poison. It will take time to completely drive away. In the next five years, this warm jade must not leave you, otherwise the cold poison that is suppressed and slowly dissipated will come back."

Dong Lingjun touched the warm jade on his waist.

It feels very comfortable to touch the hot springs.

Although the leader Daojun said it lightly, Donglingjun is also a senior executive of Penglai. Naturally, he knows that in the Dharma-Ending Age in this thousand years later, there are very few spiritual objects left by his ancestors.

It's just about using one piece and one less.

The head master used such a precious spiritual object to rescue him, which made Dong Lingjun very uneasy. Even if he failed to complete even one of the tasks, it made Dong Lingjun even more ashamed.

The Lord of Penglai has lived for more than a hundred years and naturally knows people's hearts.

Seeing that Dong Lingjun was in a depressed state, he knew that his junior brother was ashamed. He waved his whisk and said:

"Mingyue, Qingfeng, you two will go out first. I want to talk to you, Master Dongling."

The two well-behaved Taoist boys immediately left the hall quietly and closed the door.

After they left, the Penglai Daojun hooked his fingers, and the sandalwood chair three feet away behind him moved accurately as if pushed by an invisible hand, and was landing in the position where Daojun was sitting. TV mobile terminal/

This hand is natural and has no abrupt feeling.

A little detail proves that the old Taoist lord himself is also a hidden martial arts master.

"Tell me, Dongling, what did you encounter in Liaodong?"

Daojun's eyes narrowed, and a seriousness appeared on his old face, he said:

"With your martial arts, I don't think you will be so embarrassed. You must have had something strange to catch you off guard."

Dong Lingjun nodded.

He said to his senior brother:

"The senior brother of the head and the senior brother of Dianshan have passed away, and the body was burned by his disciples, but it was not out of blasphemy.

The Juque sword fell into the hands of the young man with the iron-cutting iron, and Senior Brother Dianshan also handed over the basic sword stance of the Canghai Sword Technique to the child.

The young man was born with divine power and strong muscles and bones. Just like the senior brother of Dianshan back then, he was an incredible genius who practiced the Canghai Sword Art.

When I see him using the sword, his foundation is extremely solid, he will be sure that in three years at most, he will be able to learn the real sea sword.”

"That's how it is?"

The old Taoist Penglai widened his eyes, and he moved the whisk slightly and said:

"Then you must bring that child back to Penglai. Such a rough jade needs to be taught carefully. Don't let him walk the old path of moving the mountain."

Dong Lingjun stared at the senior brother's expression.

He had some questions in his heart, about what Shen Qiu said, the real cause of death in Zhejishan.

Dong Lingjun wanted to ask, but he held it back.

Shen Qiu said that if he knew the truth, he would be a fish swimming in a cauldron, and he would not be able to protect himself, and Dongling Jun is not stupid either.

Now is not the time to ask.

He changed the subject and said to the head Taoist:

"As for the fact that I was infected with cold poison, it was because I accidentally entered the Changbai Secret Realm during this trip. Senior brother, the 'Changbai Immortal Road' of the Five Immortals Temple is still there!"

"Um?"

Mr. Penglai was really surprised now.

He raised his eyebrows and said to Donglingjun:

"When you returned to Penglai, you said that you found the 'spirit-inducing and sacrifice text'. Could it be..."

"Yes."

Dong Lingjun's lips were a little green. He drank a sip of ginseng tea and said:

"That I found in the Changbai Secret Realm is the true inheritance of the Five Immortals Immortals.

Senior brother, you know that even in the era when the immortal arts were in full bloom, the technique of attracting and sacrificing spirits in the Five Immortals Temple was a masterpiece of immortal arts.

I know that my senior brother has been searching for such a magical technique for many years. When he saw it in the Shuoshui Palace, Shuoxue Palace, he made a decision and put the pursuit of Juque in advance and recited the sacrificial text."

"good!"

When the old Penglai heard the good news, he stood up from the chair excitedly.

At this moment, his quiet temperament was broken, like an old man who had found a treasure, with a happy face and walked around the chair for a few times.
To be continued...