The dungeon in front of me seems to be located deep underground, damp and dark, with stone walls connected to each other, and vaguely connected to the rocks surrounding the entire Whistling Valley.
Upon noticing this scene, Kong Laosan slowly suppressed the violent thoughts in his heart.
Breathing out a breath of turbidity, Kong Laosan waited until all the escorting Biao clan had left, then Kong Laosan had the time to look around: the entire dungeon was divided into ten areas, which looked rough and vast, and were separated from each other by formations of bluestones.
Each area can accommodate more than ten thousand people. At this moment, Kong Laosan and others were sitting in an inconspicuous corner, exchanging words softly.
"Is there any way to find Elder Jiang?"
Kong Laosan said, looking around, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, as if he was thinking about something.
"If grandpa's magic power had not been sealed, it would be easy to find it. However, with these stone walls blocking the way, spiritual thoughts cannot penetrate, so we can only explore slowly."
Jiang Li'er said, frowning her eyebrows, and her worried mind gradually relaxed. As long as she knew her grandfather was still alive, there would be hope.
Hearing what Jiang Li'er said, Kong Laosan sighed slightly in his heart. Now he only has a month at most, and he really doesn't have time to waste away like this.
After thinking for a while, his heart moved slightly, he whispered softly, and then slowly closed his eyes. At the same time, a majestic power of the soul extended from the center of his eyebrows and probed towards the surrounding stone walls.
As soon as he touched the stone wall, Kong Laosan noticed the strange force attached to the stone wall. No matter how his spiritual thoughts probed and invaded, this force remained condensed. This feeling was as if the surface of the stone wall was covered with a thick layer of grease.
, oil and salt are not allowed to enter, and it has a somewhat artistic conception of "non-stick method".
Upon noticing this scene, Kong Laosan seemed to have expected it. His expression did not change at all, but the power of his spiritual thoughts slowly condensed, and finally turned into hundreds of "spirit swords".
These small swords were only about the size of a palm. They had just been condensed and formed. After Kong Laosan gave the order, they slashed towards the nearest stone wall.
The void shook slightly, and this scene seemed like ripples rolling up on the calm water. At first, they were just small waves, but after only half a cup of tea, these waves turned into strong winds and huge waves.
Especially at the junction of the stone walls, the void seemed to be distorted, a powerful force emerged out of thin air, and bursts of explosions could be vaguely heard in the air.
The small divine sword seemed to be endless. After a full quarter of an hour, Kong Laosan felt that everything in front of him was empty, and a gap was opened by the strange supernatural power originally attached to the stone wall.
At the same time, Kong Laosan extended his spiritual thoughts and slashed towards another stone wall in the distance...
Two hours later, Kong Laosan's face turned pale, and his whole body began to shake. When Jiang Li'er saw the scene in front of her, she had an extremely worried look on her face. After thinking about it, she realized that she was so delicate and pretty.
His face turned slightly red, and his soft body turned toward Mr. Kong.
San slowly leaned in, a pair of jade arms tightly hugging Kong Laosan, as if doing so could give him some support.
After half a stick of incense, when Kong Laosan's body was shaking more and more violently, Kong Laosan suddenly opened his eyes with his eyes closed, and a trace of grayish white flashed across his face.
"Uncle Kong...Master, are you awake? Are you injured?"
Seemingly startled by Kong Laosan's sudden awakening, Jiang Li'er said with concern and shyness, with a hint of worry on her pretty face.
"It doesn't matter, we found Elder Jiang, and the captured disciples of the ** Sect are being held in an area near the edge of the dungeon."
As Kong Laosan spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, and finally his eyes fell on "Wen Hao" beside him. A trace of hesitation flashed across his face, but it was soon replaced by a wave of perseverance.
"Li'er, protect me first, and I'll improve my strength first."
I sighed softly in my heart. Even if I knew that the fusion of spirits at this time would cause me to lose a chance to form a pill, I still couldn't care less. If I couldn't get through this level, the Tao of Death would disappear, and everything I had prepared would be lost.
What's the meaning.
Kong Laosan gave a gentle instruction, and under Jiang Li'er's curious and worried gaze, he casually took out a talisman from the storage bag, raised it lightly, and the talisman turned into flying ash with a "bang" sound. At the same time, the three of them
It seemed to be covered by a layer of invisible gray fog, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. However, the people around them who were immersed in panic did not notice anything unusual here.
"It's just a simple illusion formation. Next, I need some time for you to protect me."
"Uncle, don't worry. As long as Li'er is still alive, no one can get closer than three feet away!"
Jiang Lier said solemnly. After hearing this, Kong Laosan did not hesitate, took out a few porcelain bottles from his waist, swallowed some pills, and then sat up cross-legged to meditate.
Two days later, when his condition was adjusted to the best, Kong Laosan looked in the direction of Jiang Li'er and didn't say anything. He just thought that Wen Hao, who was originally on his side, had already arrived in front of him. Without saying a word, he directly
He sat down cross-legged facing Kong Laosan, and at the same time, he used his hands together to create a series of extremely strange seals.
Kong Laosan has studied the secret technique of "Three Yuan Golden Pill" recorded on the copper plate very thoroughly. The handprint performed by Wen Hao in front of him at this moment is exactly the method of storing spirits in the secret technique of "Three Yuan Golden Pill".
It's just the other way around.
At the same time as Wen Hao's hand was moving, Kong Laosan also closed his eyes slightly and displayed his handprints continuously, but it was exactly the opposite of "Wen Hao" in front of him, but the frequency of the two was surprisingly consistent.
Jiang Li'er looked at the scene in front of her quietly, her beautiful eyes flashing with brilliance. Her eyes unconsciously fell on Kong Laosan's scorched face. She didn't know what she thought of, and she secretly spit, her face a little red.
The handprints became more and more urgent, and fine white sweat appeared on his forehead. Opposite Kong Laosan, "Wen Hao"'s face became increasingly red.
The skin under the neck is getting whiter and whiter, and all the blood seems to be flowing towards the head.
This state lasted for as long as a stick of incense. When the handprints of both parties were connected, their movements suddenly became extremely slow.
The four palms overlapped, and at the same time, Wen Hao's throat rolled twice with his eyes closed, he opened his mouth wide, and a puff of blood spurted out, and his whole body instantly became extremely weak.
At this moment, Kong Laosan was also feeling quite uncomfortable, and the spiritual power was forcefully poured into himself. This situation was almost the same as the feeling of the power of the stars pouring back into him when he relied on the power of the stars to practice Wuleizhen.
Thinking of the tearing and soul-shattering feeling back then, even with Kong Laosan's strong nerves now, he still couldn't bear it.
This feeling came and went quickly. Kong Laosan was mellow and smooth, and the meridians in his body could hold much more spiritual energy than ordinary cultivators.
After adapting to the speed of spiritual power infusion, Kong Laosan felt as if he was floating in the clouds.
They belong to the same sect and have the same origin, and there is no rejection at all. With the infusion of spiritual power, Kong Laosan's level of strength is also increasing at a shocking speed.
This state lasted for nearly five days. As the spiritual power in the body gradually entered Kong Laosan's body, "Wen Hao's" aura became weaker and weaker, but Kong Laosan became flushed and his veins popped out.
A series of extremely painful roars were squeezed out from the throat, as if he was suffering from great pain, and his whole body seemed to have reached the limit that it could bear.
From the extreme pain to the exhilaration of falling into the clouds, and now the feeling of explosion that penetrates deep into the soul, people have the urge to actively seek death.
In the Dantian, the originally liquid cyclone gradually turned into a viscous, paste-like spiritual substance under the infusion of a large amount of spiritual power from the outside world.
For the ancestor of Jindan, this scene must be familiar. Once these viscous and paste-like spiritual qualities are completely solidified, this realm of strength will enter a new world and become the ancestor of Jindan in the true sense.
In the current state of Kong Laosan, there is a special name in the world of immortal cultivation called the realm of fake elixir. Golden elixir and fake elixir, one word difference makes a world of difference!
Of course, once it fails and the spiritual power collapses, if you are lucky, you may be able to maintain the state of the late stage of foundation building. However, most cultivators will have their foundation damaged and will be cut off from the path to immortality. Kong Laosan's current situation is exactly in this state.
edge.
Regarding his own situation, Kong Laosan was very clear in his mind. His whole body had obviously reached the limit of what it could accommodate. However, the continuous spiritual power of the same sect showed no intention of weakening and was flowing towards his body at a uniform speed from beginning to end.
Coming from infusion.
Where had I seen this shape before? When this idea came to his mind, Kong Laosan seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of joy flashed on his originally pale face.