Ning Yan ignored the system and kept his lower body lowered, wrapping his hands around the boundary monument. As soon as he exerted his strength, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Although this boundary monument is only half a person tall, when he actually got started, he realized that it was far from as simple as he thought.
After years of nourishment from the Qianlong Pot, his physical body alone is as good as that of ordinary sixth-grade warriors, and his arms together have tremendous strength. Even if it is really a small mountain, let alone moving it, it can at least be shaken.
However, facing this boundary monument is like a worm shaking a big tree!
Ning Yan let go of his hands, walked around the boundary monument, then shook his head and said, "It can't be pushed."
The woman had been silently observing Ning Yan's expression, her deep eyes flashing, wondering what she was thinking. Until she saw Ning Yan turning to look at her, she put on a flattering smile: "It shouldn't be. Since Lang Jun
Having refined the Wuji True Body, it should not be difficult to move the anchor point of this mountain-protecting formation..."
Ning Yan said impatiently: "What exactly is the Wuji Real Body you are talking about? I don't understand it at all."
"It seems that the immortal family who helped Lang Jun build the Tao body did not teach the method of driving the Tao body." The woman seemed to sigh with regret, then changed the subject and said briskly: "How else can I say that it is a coincidence that it cannot be written?
, slave happens to know this method, why don't you let slave read it to your husband?"
"How long does it take to learn?"
The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, and counted with her fingers: "Three years for entry, three years for foundation, three years for essence... Well, stay for another year to stay in the middle, no more, no less, ten years of hard training is just right.
"
"..."
Seeing that Ning Yan's face suddenly became gloomy, the woman comforted her in time: "Don't be impatient, sir. There is a quick fix."
"explain."
"Then I still need to borrow Lang Jun's golden palace. Then you and I will be of the same mind, and I will be able to show off my majesty by borrowing Lang Jun's body of heaven and man~"
Ning Yan thought for a moment and said, "Does it have to be a golden tower? Can a spiritual platform be used?"
When the woman heard this, she was stunned for a moment. She was sure that what she heard was from behind the mourning platform, and her eyes immediately filled with uncontrollable joy.
OK!
That’s great!
The Lingtai is an important place for cultivation. After advancing to the third level, the Yuanshen Mansion can be opened between the eyebrows, which is connected with the Lingtai and combined into the shrine, which is the last pass of the three fields. At the same time, the Lingtai is also the residence of the heavenly soul Shuangling.
, after reaching the first level and then up, if you want to transcend and ascend, you need to kill three corpses including Tianhun Shuangling before you can become immortal.
Of course, killing three corpses is only the view of the three Sects of the Shangqing Dynasty. Other sects may not have such a process, but they reach the same goal through different paths, whether it is shattering the void or ascending to immortality, generally speaking, they are pretty much the same.
I thought I could get a golden tower at most, but this spiritual platform is really an unexpected surprise.
The woman looked at Ning Yan with eyes that were so hot that she almost had sparks. She was afraid that he would regret it, so she asked urgently: "Mr. Lang, are you really willing to give up the spiritual platform?"
Ning Yan, however, didn't care to try to figure out her reaction. He focused on the movement at the other end of the palace and said without looking back: "It's important to save people."
"Then, please relax, Mr. Lang."
"bring it on."
The woman put away her flattery, turned around, and turned into a white mist that penetrated into Ning Yan's eyebrows.
With her master's tacit permission, she arrived at the mourning platform without any difficulty, and what she saw was an empty world filled with white mist.
This is not surprising. After all, Ning Yan is only a third-level warrior and has not yet been able to open up a divine palace. It is reasonable for the Lingtai to be chaotic.
But now that she's here, this place will naturally change its appearance.
The woman waved her sleeves, and the scene inside the mourning platform immediately changed according to her thoughts. A wide avenue made of white jade continued to extend outward from her feet.
As she walked alone, the place she walked seemed to be experiencing the withering and flourishing of vegetation and the changes of spring and autumn. New palaces were rising on both sides of the road every moment, and old towers were decaying and collapsing, and the cycle began again and again.
She didn't know how long it took, but she finally stopped and looked back. Behind her, a huge sect had been built.
It's just an empty and lifeless sect.
The woman admired her handiwork and felt extremely happy. When she was in trouble, Wuji's true form happened to be delivered to her door, and he happened to be a brainless idiot. What does this mean?
This shows that her life should not be cut off, this is the promised land given to her by the ancestors sent by Shenxiao!
This situation and situation should come to light.
The woman suddenly became interested. When she clapped her hands, a small table rose from the ground. When she clapped her hands again, the table was instantly covered with fruits and wine. But when she was about to grab the wine bottle, she was suddenly startled.
She had never seen the style of this pot before. The whole body was made of bronze, with a hanging belly and no cover. Part of the body of the pot was covered with bronze embroidery, and part of it was brand new. There was a spiritual light gushing from the mouth of the pot.
There is no doubt that this is a spiritual treasure.
The woman couldn't help but feel a little vigilant, and the fact that it could override her will in the spiritual platform meant that this spiritual treasure had long been refined by Ning Yan and belonged to the indigenous people here.
After much thought, she picked up the bronze pot.
Looking in from the mouth of the pot, there is another universe in the pot. You can see a white-haired girl sleeping inside, with clear facial features and eyelashes that tremble slightly when breathing, just like a living person.
Is this the spirit of this bronze pot?
She didn't know the other party's details yet, so she put on her previous delicate look and called softly: "Sister?"
Yan Yan suddenly opened her eyes, her red pupils were like burning flames. The first time she woke up, she was like a little beast, twitching her nose and frowning, as if there was something nasty in the air.
odor.
The next moment, Yan Yan raised his head and looked at the mouth of the pot.
"But are you disturbing my sister's rest? Sister..."
In the flash of lightning, a little girl's voluptuous hand clasped directly towards her throat!
"Bah! Shameless old witch, who is your sister!"
A chill ran down the woman's spine, and she quickly threw away the bronze pot. The bronze pot spun around a few times before hovering in mid-air. At the same time, a chain flew out of the pot's mouth and tied her neck like lightning.
A scorching wave of heat came along the chain, and she felt that she was in the furnace. All the strength in her body was being refined little by little. She quickly begged for mercy: "Sister, sister, please use less force, sister is about to gasp."
I’m not angry anymore…”
Yan Yan in the pot grabbed the chain with both hands, his teeth clenched as he sneered: "Can't breathe? Then go die quickly."
That’s not true!
It was another day when she was so angry with a doggy man that she fainted. She didn't want to see such a bad woman dancing in front of her, but when she woke up, good guy, everyone came to the house.
Let alone this old witch, even if Ning Yan were here, she would not be able to escape the end of being hung up and beaten.
While the woman was shouting, she was holding on to the chain around her neck tightly. Although she was struggling hard, she was still dragged all the way to the mouth of the pot. Just as she was about to be put into the pot, she heard a loud bang and the chain instantly collapsed into one piece.
Wire.
"You little bitch, have you had enough trouble?"
The panic expression on the woman's face disappeared without a trace. She put her hands on the mouth of the pot and raised her neck forcefully, resisting Yan Yan's attack.
After being tied up with chains, she could not escape in her spiritual state, and through the chains, the bronze pot was still squeezing her spirituality. She had a hunch that once she was pulled into the pot, the consequences would be disastrous.
It doesn't make sense...
How come you haven’t heard of such a powerful spiritual treasure before?
For a moment, neither of them could do anything to the other. Just as they were in a stalemate, ripples appeared in the space again. It turned out that Ning Yan had also come to the spiritual platform through the method of inner vision.
But as soon as he came in, he saw the woman lying on the mouth of the Qianlong pot in a rather inelegant posture, with her waist and hips facing away from him. She was as slender as a willow and as soft as a vine.
[Good posture! You lick your lips, you have enough time, it’s just now...]
Roll, roll, roll!
Ning Yan closed her eyes in pain and sighed: "How...how did you do this?"
As soon as the woman heard Ning Yan's voice, her expression immediately softened, and she was about to cry: "I think slave has done something to displease my sister. If my sister cares, I will just stop coming..."
A scolding sound immediately came from the mouth of the pot: "Old witch, what are you barking at?"
"Lang Jun, look at her..."
Ning Yan quickly came to the Qianlong Pot, looked left and right, and hesitated to speak. He looked very cowardly like a henpecked husband who was taken out of the brothel by the eldest lady.
He wanted to dissuade him but didn't know where to start. He raised his hand in the air for a long time, and finally just touched his palm bitterly.
"Oh, what a misunderstanding! Don't kill her, don't kill her!"
It’s so useless, it’s so useless!
The woman wished she could tear off this loser's dog head and play it with a ball, but her face was not so good. She pretended to sob twice, squeezed out a few tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in aggrieved tone: "Mr. Lang, please save me...
…”
"Hey, that's it! When you get into the pot, we will be a family. If there are any misunderstandings then, we can talk about it slowly."
Her expression froze and she turned her head sharply, catching the mockery flashing in Ning Yan's eyes.