Seven hundred and fourteenth chapter living person refining
Not to mention how Green Bamboo made its mark at the Ginseng King Conference, Luo Hong has arrived at the foot of the mountain silently.
I saw seven or eight alchemy monks dressed in brocade robes and jade robes walking hand in hand towards the mountain. Along the way, they were chatting happily like friends they had not seen for many years.
In fact, they are indeed good friends, and they have not seen each other for many years, but it is not necessarily true that they really talk happily.
From the conversation, Luo Hong discovered that these pill-forming monks were all heads of nearby large families, and it was through the opportunity of this conference that they were able to get together.
Not long after, a red ray of light came out of the mountain-protecting formation, circled in mid-air, and landed on the mountain path.
"Family heads, my ancestor has come out of seclusion. Please follow me to the Shenwang Palace."
The visitor's clothes are very similar to those of the monks of the Sima family, but they are obviously more luxurious. His face is round and his chin is stretched out when he smiles. He is now politely extending his hands to everyone.
"Senior Sima Xiao has come out of seclusion? That's great. Zuo has some doubts about cultivation and is about to ask for advice!"
"Senior Sima has been in seclusion for decades after giving birth to a baby. It seems that he has reached the completion of his Nascent Soul. We just take this opportunity to congratulate him."
"Oh, Qi doesn't have any congratulatory gifts at hand. You go ahead and I'll go down the mountain to prepare."
After hearing that Sima Xiao was released from seclusion, no matter what they thought secretly, everyone put on a look of joy and tried their best to show off their flattery.
"Haha, Brother Qi is very interested. My ancestor has held a baby-birth ceremony before, and we have also received congratulatory gifts from various families. How can we accept it again now?
It’s better not to bother and go to the King’s Palace to discuss matters!”
Sima Qian quickly stopped the restless people and invited them again.
Seeing the group of alchemy-forming monks fleeing into the mountain gate one by one, Luo Hong stopped staying, stepped out like a leisurely stroll, and then broke into the formation silently.
His consciousness had already locked onto the formation master's location, and Luo Hong immediately used the Five Elements Escape Technique, turning it into an undetectable breeze and blowing up the mountain.
Along the way, Luo Hong passed through many ginseng fields. Even during the Ginseng King Conference, there were still many low-level monks from the Sima family busy in the fields.
During this period, Luo Hong also saw the Sima family's method of cultivating blood ginseng.
It's simple to say, the low-level monks of the Sima family all have a gourd around their waists. When cultivating it, they will pour a light red liquid from the gourd onto the roots of the blood ginseng, and then use magic to encourage its absorption.
The only thing that is really secret is the formula of the spiritual liquid.
The elixir of blood ginseng is a substitute for the elixir of improving mana, and it is very different, so naturally it cannot be taken into Luo Hong's eyes.
After almost half an hour, Luo Hong finally came to a building with a plaque of "Shuanglong Pavilion" hanging on it.
With his spiritual sense, Luo Hong discovered that in addition to the guards on the outside, there was also an extremely old monk in the late stage of pill formation in the building.
But his aura was weak and he looked like he might die of old age at any time, so he obviously couldn't be an array mage.
On the contrary, in a stone room on the second underground floor, there are the auras of three foundation-building monks.
"Why are you still secretly watching the Guardian Mountain Formation within your own family?"
Although Luo Hong felt something was wrong, he was not afraid of fraud, and then passed through the external restrictions of Shuanglong Pavilion as if nothing existed and sneaked into the building.
"Huh? Why haven't I seen this brother before? Did he just come back from other places?"
As soon as he entered the first floor, Luo Hong met a Sima monk who was in the Qi refining stage.
This frail scholar-like monk was holding a simple array disk and meditating while walking. When he suddenly saw a strange person, he couldn't help but ask suspiciously.
Luo Hong did not explain, but as soon as the colored light flashed in his eyes, the frail scholar fell into the illusion with blurred vision.
At this moment, he has become Luo Hong's puppet, and will forget what happened when he wakes up.
"Take me to the second underground floor."
Luo Hong ordered calmly.
"Shuanglong Pavilion only has one underground floor for storing materials."
The frail scholar slowly shook his head.
"Forget it, go back to sleep."
Luo Hong waved his hand and drove him away.
"It's actually a secret room, so don't give me any trouble."
After muttering something to himself, Luo Hong walked towards the stairs in a hurry. Every monk from the Sima family who met him would go to bed after being confused for a while and go to practice.
Even if the illusion failed, they didn't notice anything unusual.
The hidden entrance to the second underground floor did not escape Luo Hong's consciousness. Soon he came to a dark space surrounded by cells, in which many cultivators were imprisoned alone or in groups.
The auras of these immortal cultivators were different. Most of them were in the Qi Refining Stage, but there were also quite a few in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Luo Hong even sensed the aura of the monks in the early stages of pill formation.
Well, the family dungeon has been repaired to the center of the formation. Could this be a dual-purpose?
Luo Hong didn't want to deal with the feud between the immortal cultivating families, because no one was clean.
The weak and oppressed party now may have been the one who oppressed others hundreds of years ago.
Quickly passing through the dim corridor, Luo Hong came to the stone room where the three foundation-building auras were.
Just when he was about to pass through the stone wall and cast an illusion on the three people, the entire second underground floor suddenly lit up.
I saw countless Sanskrit symbols on the stone floor all light up, illuminating the second underground floor with bright yellow light, and bursts of Buddhist sounds echoed in the corridor.
The cultivators in the cells obviously didn't know what was going on, and they all looked around blankly.
"This flow of spiritual energy is not very good!"
Luo Hong could tell something was wrong at a glance, but he didn't know the formation and had no motive to save people, so he just watched quietly.
Ten breaths later, the Buddha's voice echoing in the second underground floor was clearly audible. Luo Hong sensed it and knew that it had the magical power to activate Qi and blood.
However, the power is very weak, and even monks in the Qi refining stage will only feel a little uncomfortable as long as they keep their minds tight.
But this is not the case. Every one of the immortal cultivators in the cells, no matter what level of cultivation they are, have flushed faces at this moment, and the energy and blood in their bodies are rushing wildly.
As the Buddha's voice became louder, the energy and blood in their bodies became more and more violent, making them, both men and women, look ferocious with bulging blood vessels, and the screams were even more inaudible.
And when the first explosion came, cultivators continued to explode and die, one after another like setting off firecrackers.
What's especially weird is that the exploding blood mist did not dissipate. Although the remaining bones were scattered in all directions, only the skull was suspended in the blood mist.
Seeing this, Luo Hong couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly and became slightly angry. At this time, he realized that the Sima family was using living people to refine magic weapons, and they were refining them in batches.
"That's really cruel! It seems like this is not as simple as a family grudge!"