Immediately afterwards, a heartbreaking scream was heard throughout the cave, and then the deep cave became quiet, leaving only the black corpse poison mist rolling back and forth, and the flesh corroded from time to time.
The sound seemed quite terrifying;
"Level 5 warrior, this sword is just okay;"
Amidst the heart-chilling screams, Leng Yi picked up the scimitar in Mo Ershao's hand, then stretched out his hand and forcibly erased the mark of divine consciousness on the scimitar;
"Thanks to this Long Xue Jade, I have recovered most of my energy;"
After Leng Yi put the machete into the storage bag, he then looked at the black air that was still rolling at the entrance of the cave, with a gloomy look in his eyes. If it weren't for Long Xueyu, who could quickly recover his energy, he would have died today.
So far; however, the purpose of Long Xue Jade is far from that, just to restore vitality, this is overkill;
After a brief period of heartache, Leng Yi used a few blows of palm to disperse all the black energy of the corpse poison, then picked up the porcelain bottle and put it into the storage bag;
The black energy dissipated, and a completely black skeleton lay on the ground. The thick corpse energy on it showed that the skeleton was full of corpse poison. If anyone accidentally touches it, unless the cultivation level enters the true Qi gathering realm, otherwise
It means death by poisoning that rapidly corrodes the body;
"Humph! You idiot, you dare to follow me even though you know that I have the cultivation level of Qi Gathering Realm. However, you still have a chance. You can forcefully resist a spiritual attack that is comparable to the fifth level of Qi Gathering Realm. If I hadn't used
Just in case you hide a few Corpse Pills here, I'm afraid you'll suffer a big loss today;"
"It seems that there are no good people in this Ghost Rock City; we should be more careful in the future;"
Looking at the bones on the ground, Leng Yi shook his head slightly. Of course, he was just sighing at Mo Ershao's boldness; this is the world of cultivation. There is nothing wrong with seeking wealth and wealth through danger, but the word "risk" is doomed to death.
Most people who think about seeking victory in danger end up losing their lives; for Leng Yi, he will never "seek victory in danger" unless it is a last resort. The journey of cultivation itself is "seeking victory in danger". If he continues
"Seek victory in danger" means adding risk to risk. Leng Yi cannot afford to take such a risk;
Then, Leng Yi took away the storage bag from Second Young Master Mo. Then he placed the forbidden talisman at the entrance of the cave again, and then sat back down and meditated cross-legged to recover;
Although the killing of Jin Peng this time seemed extremely clean and powerful in front of outsiders, however, the killing of Jin Peng this time was exactly the same as the killing of Cheng Guiyuan. Leng Yi had already played almost all of his trump cards.
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Moreover, this battle was Leng Yi's first face-to-face battle with an evil cultivator. Whether it was skills, methods or experience, Jin Peng had much more skills than Cheng Guiyuan. Leng Yi seemed to be very relaxed, but in fact he was filled with fear;
However, there is never a shortcut to the accumulation of combat experience. Only through repeated actual combat can one truly master it;
After his body recovered, Leng Yi returned to Guiyan City again, but this time in order to keep a low profile, Leng Yi found a mortal inn to stay. Of course, the cultivation environment of the inn was far from comparable to that of another hospital, but Leng Yi stayed this time.
The purpose is to seriously think about how to go next;
After many inquiries, Leng Yi gradually learned about the distribution of major cultivating forces in Guiyan City and Lanling County; at the same time, he also received a shocking news;
The largest cultivating force in Guiyan City, the Mu family of Guiyan recruits monks;
In the mainland cultivation world, the recruitment of monks by a cultivating family is the same as the recruitment of monks by a sect, but the names are different. It is not like a mortal who joins a family and becomes a slave of that family;
Therefore, Leng Yi was slightly moved when he heard the news; Old Long's deep sleep made it difficult for him to practice in the next step; and after reaching the Qi Gathering Realm, practice is no longer just about sitting there and slowly attacking the Zanghai Sea.
You can succeed in cultivation. At this time, cultivation already requires enlightenment, but the key is this enlightenment. If you understand it yourself a thousand times, sometimes it is not as good as someone else just a little bit;
And, more importantly, Leng Yi is like a rootless duck now, he needs a backer; wandering the world of cultivation alone is the same as wandering the world as a mortal warrior. Unless you have strong power, wandering alone is almost the same as seeking death. In the novel,
The protagonist is the protagonist after all, and there may not be even one such legend among a million monks;
It was another seven days, and Leng Yi frowned and walked in the fields outside the city. The Mu family, a typical evil family, is also the only family that recruits disciples in a short period of time. Do you want to go, or not?
"Forget it, I won't think about this problem for now;" Leng Yi finally shook his head. Whether to accept the protection of a family is a very important matter, and Leng Yi needs to think about it; and the Mu family recruits people for half a year, so he has plenty of time to think about it.
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"With my current cultivation level, although it is said that with the cone-shaped magic weapon, I can kill the fifth level of Qi Gathering Realm, the consumption is too great; this kind of cultivation level is still too weak to walk in the cultivation world; if my luck is not good, I will probably die.
There is no place to be buried; but I still feel unwilling to become a vassal of someone else's family;"
Leng Yi sighed, and then took out two storage bags with his backhand. One was completely black and inlaid with evil and beautiful patterns; the other was inlaid with white jade, which looked very elegant;
Leng Yi first opened the dark storage bag. This was obviously Jin Peng's;
Looking at the formation books found in Lao Long's library, Leng Yi looked at them and pondered them. It took a lot of effort to unlock the restrictions on Jinpeng's storage bag; now Leng Yi has begun to learn the art of restrictions on his own.
, there are many cases in the book left by Lao Long that can be referred to, which prevents Leng Yi from being like a headless fly. Although self-study is slow, it is better to be safe;
"This old fellow is really rich;"
Leng Yi opened the storage bag and couldn't help but shook his head. This Jinpeng was extremely wealthy. He had eight hundred thousand mid-grade spiritual stones alone and three hundred thousand high-grade spiritual stones. Moreover, there were many that were obviously lying around.
The unused soldiers and low-level magic weapons, these alone can be converted into mid-level spiritual stones, which amount to at least five million;
In addition to spirit stones and low-level magical weapons, there are also three high-quality weapons, including a pair of flame thorns, which are obviously weapons used by women. They are seventh-level weapons; there is also a white-bone skeleton, which is filled with sinister energy.
Although I don’t know what level it is, you can tell by looking at the appearance that it must be a powerful evil magic weapon. As for the last item, it is a set of very rare defensive magic weapons, with hundreds of them shaped like willow leaves and as thin as cicadas.
The wings are famous for their unknown metal pieces, and their defensive power is almost equal to a set of level three combat armor;
"This set of armor is pretty good, but it's a women's model and is of no use to me;"
Leng Yi looked at the defensive weapon and shook his head slightly. This thing was useless to him. It was not as useful as the armor he made himself;
As for the remaining pile of talismans, elixirs, jade slips, etc., which were all ordinary consumables, Leng Yi just glanced at them;
"But this old ghost's storage bag is much bigger than Cheng Guiyuan's;" Leng Yi looked away, then packed up Cheng Guiyuan's storage bag and put the contents into Jinpeng's storage bag by category.
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Then Leng Yi opened Mo Ershao's storage bag, and then put his spiritual consciousness into it to search. Soon he raised his eyebrows, then reached out and took out two jade boxes, uncovered the restrictions on them, and
An earth-yellow animal crystal appeared in front of you;
One of them is the beast crystal that Young Master Mo spent a lot of money to bury last time; the other is the beast crystal that was bought at an auction; this Young Master Mo was tricked twice by Leng Yi
, in the end, this thing still fell into the hands of Leng Yi;
Leng Yi shook his head and put the two jade boxes aside. He continued to look for other things. Although Mo Ershao was also a young master, there were many ordinary consumables in the storage bag, as well as many spiritual stones and several items.
A low-level magic weapon. But there is nothing precious about it;
"This is……"
At this moment, Leng Yi frowned slightly, with a bit of surprise on his face. Then he took out a rectangular earth-yellow treasure from his storage bag; the appearance of this object looked similar to Leng Yi's Mi Tian Seal.
It is quite similar, with waves of earthy smell constantly exuding from it. It is obviously a powerful earth magic weapon;
"The vitality fluctuations are not weak, but judging from its aura, it should be a semi-finished product; and judging from the two earth beast crystals, this guy should be refining some kind of powerful treasure;"
A few doubts flashed in Leng Yi's heart, and his consciousness continued to search in the storage bag. Soon, an ancient jade that was obviously different from today's style appeared in Leng Yi's hand;
Looking at the different shapes and simple atmosphere, Leng Yi knew that this jade slip was not from today, or even from the style of the past few thousand years;
Based on the history in his mind, Leng Yi preliminarily deduced that this jade slip should come from the Middle Ages, that is, a period of 10,000 to 20,000 years ago;
Leng Yi knew that the cultivation world of Lanchuan Continent began to decline significantly in the late Middle Ages and early modern antiquity. However, although the cultivation world before the late Middle Ages was not as glorious as in the ancient times, it was still far more prosperous than it is now; therefore, the cultivation world left from that era
None of the things are simple, enough to cause monks in today's cultivation world to snatch them madly;
“I hope this is no ordinary thing;”
Leng Yi quickly stood up, looked around and quickly went to the cave where he hid that day, and set up a restriction again. After making sure that there was no suspicious movement around, Leng Yi sat down cross-legged and took a deep breath.
Taking a breath, a trace of consciousness slowly came out and landed on the jade slip;
And just when Leng Yi's consciousness fell on the jade slip, Leng Yi felt a strong suction force instantly burst out from the jade slip. Then, Leng Yi was shocked, and...
Before he could react, the world began to spin for a while, and then Leng Yi watched helplessly as his soul left his body, and then his vision turned black and he instantly entered a gray place;
"What kind of place is this? Does that guy named Mo have some back-up plans?"
Leng Yi frowned, ready for a fight at any time; although his first reaction was that Second Young Master Mo had a back-up plan, he soon understood that based on Second Young Master Mo's level, he could not defeat him at all.
If it cannot be done to this extent, it is obvious that this place should be left by the real owner of the jade slip;
The surroundings are all gray, not much different from the fog in the ruins in the Western Wilderness. It is boundless and endless. There is nothing except the slowly flowing gray fog;
Leng Yi walked vigilantly in the vast gray fog, which made him feel as if he was back in the extremely dangerous formation;
Just after Leng Yi walked several miles, the fog wandering around suddenly became restless. Leng Yi frowned, and a murderous intent suddenly burst out in his eyes, ready for a fight at any time;
However, after a burst of distortion, the gray gas turned into an old man with a vague face. As the human form gradually condensed, a vague and faint coercion filled the mist;
What!
Feeling the pressure, Leng Yi suddenly clenched his fists. This pressure was very light. It was as light as a person's inadvertent breath, but the momentum of the pressure was so majestic that it even made Leng Yi
The solid soul also produced a wave of ripples, and it seemed that it would be shattered at any time under this strange pressure;
However, precisely this kind of coercion does not have that terrifying aggressiveness;
"That's good;"
Leng Yi once again confirmed that this pressure was not offensive, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this pressure was not offensive, otherwise, with just a flick of the phantom, Leng Yi's soul would be instantly shattered.
. And Leng Yi will die completely from now on, and will disappear into ashes and will not even be reincarnated;
"It's just a shadow, but it can have such power. Who is this person?"
Leng Yi's brows furrowed tightly. He had guessed that this shadow was probably the afterimage of some ancient monk. However, even if Leng Yi knew the source of the afterimage, he still didn't move.
dare not move;
The experience in that big formation made Leng Yi understand a truth. The stability of the power left over after many years is very poor and must not be stimulated. If the stimulation is not good, it is likely to cause bad things; such as the phantom in front of him.
Coercion, Leng Yi did not move, this pressure may still be non-aggressive, but once Leng Yi moves, things may not be that simple;
At the same time, the condensed shadow stood silently not far away from Leng Yi, motionless, as if observing Leng Yi; and the shadow did not move. Leng Yi did not dare to move;
A person and a shadow thus began a silent confrontation;
However, although the pressure is not offensive, Leng Yi is still under that pressure. Just like a person, although he can carry a hundred kilograms of weight, it does not mean that he can always carry it.
If he has to move this heavy object, after a long time, his strength is exhausted, and the mere 100 kilograms of weight will gradually crush his spine, his shoulder blades, and even his arms, and finally it will slowly kill him.
life;
This is the case for Leng Yi now. Under that tyrannical pressure, Leng Yi could not hold on for more than one meal...
Damn it! I’ll give it a try!
Feeling the increasing pressure on his body, Leng Yi gritted his teeth and was about to retreat instantly. However, he was shocked to find that he seemed to be imprisoned in place and unable to move!
broken!
Feeling that the body was not his own, Leng Yi's eyes suddenly widened. However, at this moment, the mountainous pressure suddenly increased. Leng Yi's cheek twitched, and he tried his best to resist it;
Unexpectedly, the coercion seemed to be activated and became heavier and heavier...
Am I going to die here today?
Leng Yi gritted his teeth, and the bones in his body made a numbing rattling sound. However, the pressure was still slowly increasing, until...
Buzz!
However, at this moment, only a slight trembling sound was heard coming from Leng Yi's Yuanshen. The small pagoda statue that had always stayed in his Yintang acupoint and had been motionless while the old dragon was sleeping suddenly softly
Trembling, as if showing impatience after being provoked by this coercion; and with this slight trembling, a golden thread suddenly overflowed from it and directly merged into Leng Yi's soul;
Immediately afterwards, Leng Yi's soul, which was about to be exhausted, suddenly emitted a layer of faint golden light. Then the vitality in Leng Yi's body, which was about to be exhausted, was instantly abundant. With the abundance of vitality, Leng Yi's soul also suddenly changed.
It was extremely solid; and soon after, a faint, imperceptible ancient breath emanated from the soul, and the coercion exuded by the shadow was in contact with this ancient breath.
The moment it collapsed, it was completely suppressed! 4400
As the pressure of the phantom disappeared, the strange phantom that had been motionless was shaken all over. After a long time, the phantom seemed to slowly raise its head and let out a intermittent low moan;
"This breath... is familiar... powerful... I remember it was... I can't remember, I can't remember..."
"Who am I...I am Kunwuzi...What is the purpose of my existence? Inheritance?...Who is this person who came in...I didn't want to kill him...but he...this person has this thing
...I want to...protect my descendants..."
Seeing the shadow trembling slightly, speaking intermittently and in a daze, Leng Yi stood there with a cold sweat on his head, still daring not to move; he knew that before him was the scene described in the book:
Before a monk dies, if he still has an unfulfilled wish, he will leave a trace of his soul in a certain place, waiting for someone to appear, so that he can ask that person to fulfill his wish. This is actually the same as a ghost entrusting a dream; it's just that
A monk who can separate the spirit soul must be at least in the Qi Gathering realm or above. Therefore, the monk's residual soul has certain intelligence and memory, which is much more rational than the ghost ghost who has no consciousness and only has residual thoughts, and will also bring certain benefits to the destined person.
The size of the benefit varies according to the monk's ability;
Of course, one thing the monk's remnant soul has in common with the ghost's dream is that, whether you are willing or not, as long as you are "destined" with it, you have to do what he says; but generally, for the sake of benefits, if you are destined,
People will do what the remnant soul wants. After all, the remnant soul is more trustworthy than a living person. If you fulfill his last wish, he will give you whatever he wants, as much as he says.
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However, a remnant soul is a remnant soul after all. If it exists for too long, the remnant soul will become just like Cannian, the ghost among mortals. It will become only instinctive and irrational, and it will not even be able to remember why it exists.
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This seems to be the case with the phantom in front of him, but fortunately, this phantom is still somewhat rational. Otherwise, if Leng Yi was directly forced by this guy to do something without giving anything, then...
"Inheritance!"
And just when Leng Yi was thinking wildly, the phantom suddenly raised its head, and then stretched out his hand, and the boundless gray energy in the sky suddenly condensed crazily in the void, and then turned into runes about the size of a foot and rushed towards it instantly.
Leng Yi's side, and then slowly flowing around Leng Yi; (To be continued...)