Zhuo Wen looked at the white-haired young man in front of him in surprise.
At first glance, this white-haired young man has no aura at all, just like an ordinary person with no cultivation.
However, Zhuo Wen is not a fool. If this person can appear next to him quietly, how can he be an ordinary person?
The white-haired young man looked at Zhuo Wen coldly and snorted: "Who are you? Why do you appear in Lingyun Valley?"
After saying that, a vast and terrifying aura surged out of the white-haired young man's body, as if a storm was sweeping in, causing Zhuo Wen to retreat involuntarily.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly and said, "Shan Lingyun is my master!"
The white-haired young man was startled, and his terrifying aura suddenly subsided, and he said in disbelief: "Ling Yun actually accepted a disciple? Is it because you passed the Great Word Curse Forest?"
Zhuo Wen nodded but did not speak. The origin of this young man in white was unknown, which made Zhuo Wen very afraid.
Although this person's name for Shan Lingyun is relatively affectionate, who knows whether an enemy is a friend?
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but stand in front of Shan Lingyun and looked at the white-haired young man with an unkind look.
Seeing this, the white-haired young man couldn't help but shake his head and said: "If I want to take action against Lingyun, you can't stop me at all!"
Seeing Zhuo Wen becoming more and more nervous, the white-haired young man wanted to laugh more and more, and continued: "Don't worry! Lingyun is an old acquaintance of mine, and I will not disturb her using the magic of big words!"
As he said that, the young man in white casually sat on a rock on the bank of the pool with a leisurely expression.
Although Zhuo Wen was still a little wary, he already believed that this white-haired young man was not here to deal with Shan Lingyun.
After all, with the strength of the white-haired young man, it would be difficult for Zhuo Wen to stop him if he really wanted to take action.
Unless Zhuo Wen sacrifices a supreme treasure such as the Emperor's Seal, he might still be able to stop the white-haired young man.
Of course, if the white-haired young man really wanted to take action, he would have already done so, so why waste so much nonsense with him!
The white-haired young man who sat down leisurely began to look at Zhuo Wen and said with a smile: "Looking at your clothes, you should be an outer disciple of the Hongwu Holy Sect! But your cultivation level has already reached the half-step divine realm transformation. Such a cultivation level is long gone.
You are qualified to be promoted to an inner disciple!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered and he said in a deep voice: "This junior has just made a breakthrough and hasn't had time to conduct the sect test yet, so he is still an outer disciple now!"
"Senior, I am so familiar with the Hongwu Holy Sect. I wonder who among the senior officials of the sect is this person?"
Zhuo Wen said it very directly. The person who could rush to Dayan Curse Forest as soon as possible must have come from the Hongwu Holy Sect and must be a member of the Hongwu Holy Sect.
The white-haired young man did not directly answer Zhuo Wen's question, but asked seriously: "The Great Word Spirit Technique is the most powerful forbidden technique of the Yan Spirit Master. The price paid for using such forbidden techniques is extremely high. Can you
Do you know why Lingyun suddenly used such forbidden techniques?"
Zhuo Wen was startled. He didn't expect the white-haired young man to be so cautious. He thought for a while and said: "Isn't the price of this forbidden technique the consumption of tens of thousands of top-grade chaotic spiritual veins? Is there any other price required?"
The white-haired young man sneered and said: "If this is really the case, then this technique cannot be called a forbidden technique! The energy consumed by this technique is indeed huge, but this is just the basis!"
"The real price of this technique is that it consumes one's own lifespan in order to be able to successfully perform the terrifying forbidden technique! And it costs nine-tenths of one's lifespan!"
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen felt a roar in his head. He never thought that the price of talking about spiritual skills would be so high.
For a monk who has cultivated to his level, the most important thing is not the treasures of heaven and earth or the treasures of attack, but his own lifespan.
Although monks at his level have extremely long lifespans, they are not infinite and always have an end.
If you want to truly gain more lifespan, you must have a higher realm and stronger cultivation, and these all take time.
For monks, lifespan is a priceless treasure, something that is difficult to match with anything.
Zhuo Wen didn't expect that Shan Lingyun would be willing to sacrifice nine-tenths of his life to cast a forbidden spell like the Great Word Spirit Technique just for him to find Mo Yan Wushang.
This made Zhuo Wen feel very guilty. If he had known that the Da Yan Ling Technique required such a heavy price, there was no way he would have let Shan Lingyun perform this technique.
With his understanding, it only takes a few years for his spiritual speaking skills to reach great perfection. At that time, he can use the spiritual speaking skills to find Mo Yan Wushang.
The white-haired young man observed Zhuo Wen silently, and saw that the latter's face was gloomy and uncertain, and said coldly: "I have known Lingyun for a long time. He knows her very well and knows that she will not use such forbidden techniques at will unless it is her."
An important person, otherwise she wouldn’t have sacrificed so much!”
"Tell me the truth, she used the magic of talking, but for you?" The white-haired young man looked at Zhuo Wen coldly and asked in a bad tone.
Zhuo Wen was silent for a moment, and finally nodded and said: "Master never told me that Dayan Spiritual Art has such a price. If I had known this earlier, I would not have been able to get rid of Master and use such forbidden techniques!"
bump!
As soon as Zhuo Wen finished speaking, a terrifying aura with blazing murderous intent suddenly invaded.
Zhuo Wen was not aware of it for a moment, and was hit by the breath. He groaned and flew backwards, hitting the rock wall behind him, and his whole body was embedded in it.
"As expected, it's you, you bastard. Do you want to kill Lingyun?"
The white-haired young man's whole body exuded a terrifying evil spirit. He stared at Zhuo Wen coldly, his tone full of anger and murderous intent.
Poof!
Zhuo Wen spit out a mouthful of blood and reluctantly came down from the rock wall. His face was pale and he stared at the white-haired young man coldly.
The white-haired young man did not take action again, but there was a trace of sadness in his angry eyes.
"Do you know that Lingyun's lifespan is running out, and she will probably die if she uses the Great Words Spiritual Art again this time!" The white-haired young man's serious sadness became more and more intense, his shoulders trembled faintly, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
tears.
Zhuo Wen silently looked at the crying white-haired young man. The anger in his heart gradually dissipated and was replaced by confusion.
What did the white-haired young man mean by this? Why did he say that Shan Lingyun's life was running out?
The two stood opposite each other and fell into silence for a long time.
Suddenly, Shan Lingyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the bank of the pond, groaned, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and her face turned even pale.
And above the sky, small pupils all gathered together, pouring into Shan Lingyun's eyebrows.
Plop!
Shan Lingyun fell to the ground softly, coughing continuously.
Zhuo Wen quickly went up to help Shan Lingyun, but the white-haired young man had already taken the lead. He flicked his sleeves, and Zhuo Wen involuntarily stepped back dozens of steps.
"Don't get close to Lingyun!" The white-haired young man looked at Zhuo Wendao with an unkind look.