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In the mountains with a radius of hundreds of meters, countless small low stone caves were dug. When people entered, they could not even straighten their waists. Each stone cave was connected to each other, countless like an ant nest.
But after entering, I found another world.
On the smooth and flat stone walls, there are large murals depicted in gold, flying sky, divine beasts, spiritual birds, flowers, birds, insects and fish... The colors are magnificent and the ink is exquisite.
On the top of each cave, there is a colorful night pearl inlaid.
The steps carved by jade are crystal clear and they are actually ice-type jade, with gold foil on the edges...
Whether it is these murals, night pearls, or even those gold foils, if taken outside, each of them is worth millions. Even if he was once the young master of the Nie family, he would rarely see them.
In hundreds of cave death rows, there are some strange people living in each of them.
Perhaps they have been imprisoned for too long, and they are half-human and half-ghost, but they seem to be very powerful.
When he reached the innermost part of the nest, Nie Mingyuan saw a more shocking scene.
A pool of blood!
In a cave cell, there is a huge pool of blood with a radius of ten meters.
The blood in the pond was not scattered, as if it had solidified, so sticky that it was black, and the smell of blood soared into the sky, which was suffocating.
Next to the blood pool, a tall man sat withered.
The man's curly blonde hair and beard covered his face and grew to the ground. Perhaps it had not been cleaned for too long and had already formed strands.
Nie Mingyuan only understood why before going up the mountain, a senior brother gave him a large bottle of blood that had just been drawn from the sika deer.
He stepped forward tremblingly and handed it over carefully.
The man was motionless, sitting there like a dead tree.
"Hehe, waste! They are all useless waste!"
Suddenly, a harsh laugh like a night owl sings sounded behind Nie Mingyuan.
Nie Mingyuan fell to the ground in fear, but saw an even more terrifying scene.
In the cave opposite the Blood Pool Dead Cell.
On the platform covered with countless colorful tiger skins, there was an old man with a haggard face.
The old man's hair was gone, his teethless mouth was shriveled, and his ribs were clearly and abruptly bulging, like a steep and cold mountain peak.
What's even more terrifying is that he has no limbs or even his butt.
It should be said that... he was slashed through his torso under his chest with a sharp weapon.
His face was decayed, covered with gray-brown old spots, dead, without any anger, only between his eyes or a round, and it also proved that he was a living creature.
He is obviously very short, like a three-inch tree bark in Dinggu, but it gives people a sense of arrogance.
It seemed as if everything in the world was nothing but an ant in his eyes.
"Senior...your meal!"
At that time, Nie Mingyuan suppressed his fear and got up, handed over the porcelain bowl with a steamed bun, and a bowl of clean water.
"Chen Anping gives me a steamed bun and a bowl of water a year, but I might as well not want it!"
The old man with a broken body laughed strangely, his voice as if the blade had been cut through the bottom of the pot and was harsh and dry.
His eyes suddenly burst out with sharp, cruel and crazy, and dazzling light like substance.
Bang!
The porcelain bowl in Nie Mingyuan's hand shattered out of thin air.
Later, Nie Mingyuan finally realized that the acupoints and meridians of this old man had been completely damaged.
At this time, a gaze broke his porcelain bowl, relying on pure spiritual power to the real realm of the earthly immortals.
Later, he even found out that the old man had never eaten for decades.
Every day, I nourish myself by absorbing some tiny water vapor, night pearls, and the spiritual energy in jade.
He also had no excretion system and used some secret method to force impurities in his body out of his body.
When Nie Mingyuan understood some knowledge of cultivation, he was even more amazed at the various magical powers shown by the old man.
Nie Mingyuan has been with them for a long time and has gradually figured out their temperament.
The old man with a silly body has a clear mind, likes to inquire about external news, chatter constantly, and occasionally says a few golden sentences, which are called "mind Taoist" by the blond monster.
The blonde man is powerful and often breaks huge rocks with one punch, and runs wildly in the cage at any time.
But his thinking is vague and messy, his eyes are dull, like a fool, and the old man likes to call him "monster of limbs".
It sounds ridiculous, but it actually contains an extremely cruel and tragic smell.
Once, Nie Mingyuan mentioned this old man to Nie Xueman in admiration:
"The martial arts record shows that warriors absorb plants and elixirs to temper their body, while sorcerers control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, borrow external forces, and take advantage of the situation to form power."
"But I have never heard of a technique that directly absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or even the spiritual energy in jade, and converts it into the breath of the body, and condenses the cultivation level!"
"Mingyuan, don't bewitched by him! He has fallen into the 'demonic path'!"
Nie Xueman warned with a harsh voice:
"We practitioners are still humans, and people have to eat grains and grains. Of course, humans can only refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in organisms. This is the law of nature and the rule of heaven, and it cannot be violated at all!"
"Even if a master of practice is a flawless and pure Taoist body, even if he reaches the legendary state of fasting, he will only not eat for more than ten years. How can humans feed on the breath of minerals?"
"As long as this happens, the body and mind will be polluted by impurities between heaven and earth, and will become a state of neither human nor ghost. If you are neither human nor ghost, you are a demon, and you will fall into the path of demons!"
After hearing this, Nie Mingyuan felt disapproving.
Cultivation is naturally for strength!
So what about humans, ghosts, demons, and demons?
As long as you are a strong person!
And what is a strong person?
That is the one who can kill and trample on others!
That's enough!
However, on the surface, he nodded frequently to agree, and then said curiously: "What is the origin of this old man?"
"have no idea!"
Nie Xueman shook his head and said, "I heard that when the head of the sect was eight years old, this old man was there! Later, he stuffed the monster who liked to drink blood and was with him!"
"It is said that Taoist Daoist was a powerful man from the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty. His origin was unknown and he was born in nowhere. He once defeated more than a dozen large sects such as Wudang, Tianshan, Kunlun, and Emei in one year, and killed him to death.
Chenghe, the cultivation world is frightened by the wind!"
"Later, at that time, more than a dozen divine realms, humans and immortals joined forces to use many magic weapons to suppress him here. Jiang Taichu is still far away from him!"
"There are rumors that he came from the 'secret realm' or the immortal ruins, but it was just a rumor, and the real situation is unknown!"
"It turned out to be an old monster who lived two hundred years old!"
On the one hand, Nie Mingyuan was shocked by this person's strength.
On the one hand, he also vaguely understood why Chen Anping asked himself to serve as a traitor disciple who cleaned up the nests in the back mountain to send food and blood.
I long for revenge, want to become stronger the most, and are the one who is most likely to take out his unique skills from the monsters' mouths.
But things did not develop as smoothly as Nie Mingyuan thought.
When he first made the request to learn from his master.
The Taoist in mind actually laughed and said, "You are too weak..."
Nie Mingyuan looked at him in a daze.
The eyes of Taoist people in mind first burst out like a needle-tip light, and then became bigger and bigger, and it turned into a gust of fire.
Nie Mingyuan felt an extreme heat.
This is the real flame!
The Taoist priest raised his thin neck, and his blood vessels and veins bulged like earthworms. He roared in despair:
"You don't have the roots and bones to cultivate immortals at all. You are a waste, an ant, and you are a bug!"
"I am a waste now, but I may not always be a waste!"
Nie Mingyuan knelt on the ground, his eyes calm and deep, like a deep pool.
He is as gentle as water, but also as hard as water.
"Waste is waste!"
"The humans on the entire earth are all insects! I am a member of the 'Tianzun' tribe. I came here to suppress everything, but you actually turned me into a insect while I was unprepared! A ridiculous insect!"
His roar became louder and louder, like rolling thunder, full of solemn and terrifying aura, containing the power to destroy the world.
He screamed wildly, laughed, and cried, as if he was about to roar, smash the stars, destroy the earth, and kill all the people!
The golden murals cracked and then peeled off like butterflies.
The entire cliff cave seemed to have an magnitude 8 earthquake, trembling.
Nie Mingyuan was shocked and his seven orifices were blew out, flying more than ten meters away, and fell to the ground.
He was unconscious for three days before he woke up, but he felt that the power of a Taoist mind was almost like a god.
So every day when he went to the Taoist of Tomba, he would help him clean his body, bow three times and bow nine times, begging him to teach him his supreme skills.
But the old man still did not agree, just laughed at him and mocked him every day, but he would never teach him the skills.
...
"Four months later, Jiang Taichu might come in the sect competition!"
Throwing away the memories of humiliation and pain these days from his mind, Nie Mingyuan's eyes ejected a huge amount of anger, and his resentful eyes seemed to be able to shoot his sunglasses through:
"Jiang Tian, you demon, kill my parents and destroy my family. If I don't kill you, I will not be a human being!"
"I have been taking care of those two monsters for a year. I hope there will be a turnaround today and they will teach me something!"
Thinking of this, he limped, but with his steps he quickly walked towards the cliff cave behind the sect.
...
I helped the two of them clean their bodies, chatted with them, and took care of their feces and urine, and it was evening again.
Just when Nie Mingyuan felt disappointed that this was another day without any gains and was planning to leave.
The blonde monster who drank blood finally stammered: "Mind, I have... a way to make the food delivery person... a strong man!"
"A strong man with developed limbs and simple minds like you!"
The Taoist in mind sneered disdainfully:
"Chen Anping's master used the three souls and six spirits of several people to suppress your mind. You have become a fool! Haha!"
"Yes, my mental power...is damaged."
The weirdo stammered:
"But my duke-level blood clan body is very powerful! My body, your spirit... combined with it, will create a real fairy!"
"'Limb Monster', if you do this, your spirit will be suppressed forever! This is an extremely difficult decision, isn't it?"
The minded Taoist smiled hideously.
The monster with limbs said with a dull and empty eyes: "But is there any other way now?"
The Taoist instinctive looked at Nie Mingyuan again and smiled even more ferociously:
"Your mental power is also suppressed by the food delivery person! It is very likely that you are all my body... but think it through!"