I am the main soul in the soul banner

"There is nothing else, I will take my leave first." Mu Cheng cupped his hands.

Although he jokingly called himself a real messenger, this kind of life is quite comfortable.

A monk wants to rob, and when facing a Jindan monk who delivers a letter, he will also think about whether it is worth it.

In addition, it is backed by the ancient fairy building.

At least in terms of security is very reassuring.

The deputy peak master of the Hall of Merit and Honor returned the salute and said with a smile: "Thank you, fellow daoist."

After two more polite words, Mu Cheng walked out of Wanfazong's mountain gate and disappeared into the distance in the form of a light.

The deputy peak master of the Hall of Merit and Merit took out the token and tapped it casually, and the true seal of Wanfazong appeared immediately. The above-mentioned merit document recorded in detail the friendship and contribution of the owner of this order to Wanfazong.

The deputy peak master nodded slightly: "It turned out to be him."

Throwing out the jade slip in his hand, the envelope of the jade slip turned into a ray of light and flew into Canglan Peak.

After putting away the token, the deputy peak master unlocked the spell on the jade slip, and began to watch it in detail.

……

Daoist Canglan who was practicing practice slowly opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes shrank.

Beckoning to find the jade slips hovering in the sky, he murmured rather puzzled: "Senior brother, why is this, and they are only a short distance away, and you still want to send a letter from the jade slips?"

"Huh?" Daoist Cang Lan was surprised.

The letter on this jade slip was unexpectedly arranged with an exquisite small formation, but at the moment when his aura first touched it, the small formation was like weathered earth and rocks, and finally turned into wind and sand and slipped away through the gaps in his palms.

"Could it be that senior brother's formation cultivation has improved, and he came here to show off to me?"

With a joking mood, Master Canglan opened the letter from the jade slip.

The originally happy face gradually disappeared with the movement of his eyes, and even turned into a expressionless and gloomy face.

Master Cang Lan couldn't help but think of that day.

His disciples are not many.

Among them, some died on the way to practice, some died while going out to perform sect missions, and some were exhausted by their families, and the few disciples whom he placed high hopes on were not up to the mark.

So Master Cang Lan's eyes will inevitably be cast on his disciples and grandchildren.

Ding Xie is undoubtedly a good seedling, and he is already in a false mood.

After a year and a half of precipitation, taking the spirits that assist in forming alchemy will definitely be able to condense the golden alchemy and become a golden alchemy monk at Canglan Peak.

……

That day.

Times are good.

As the sun sets, the afterglow shines across the peaks, leaving only a beam on the horizon.

He is just like today.

Practicing meditation and seeking to improve one's self-cultivation.

I just feel a strange but familiar breath appearing in Canglan Peak.

Feeling uncertain, he flew away from the cultivation cave and appeared in the Zuofeng Dojo. He saw a person, a Jindan cultivator. At first he was pleasantly surprised, because he could clearly recognize the aura of that person.

It was his good disciple Ding Xie.

He also didn't expect that Ding Xie, who had returned home for a trip, would become a Golden Core cultivator when he came back.

The embers of light fell on Ding Xie's body and looked a little dazzling.

But Immediately after, Master Canglan lost his mind.

Staring blankly at Ding Xie's back, his consciousness spread out, searching back and forth, and finally landed on Ding Xie's body, terrified, and whispered: "Where's the soul?"

Immediately, the tone of voice became much higher than before: "Where is Yuanshen!"

Xu Shi heard the master's call, Ding Xie turned around, his face was pale and ashen, his eyes were black and covered his clarity, when he opened his mouth, his utterance was a little sharper, like an ancient demon.

The robe is torn, and the rusty iron feather scales growing on the body can be seen.

The chest was constantly rising and falling, and the five internal organs seemed to have separated life and squirmed in it. The three dirty divine lights behind his head converged into a halo and attached to his head.

Ding Xie bowed and saluted, "Master Zu."

He tugged on the torn sleeve robe to cover his withered hands like a devil, and also blocked the sharp scarlet nails.

The master of Canglan Peak, the master of Jindan, froze in place on the spot.When the disciple with high hopes appeared in front of him again, in this strange state, even he found it difficult to accept.

"Cang Yun, something serious happened to your apprentice!"

On this day, Jindan Daoist's roar resounded through Canglan Peak.

At that moment, Taoist Cangyun flew up to the dojo in a hurry and almost fell to the ground.Immediately afterwards, his eyes widened, just about to reach out and touch Ding Xie.

Ding Xie took half a step back, shook his head and said, "Master."

Taoist Cangyun slowly put down his hands, and said with a forced smile, "It's good to be back."

"You don't have to be afraid when you go home."

While speaking, two hot tears had already flowed down.

Taoist Cangyun knelt on the ground with a plop, grabbed the ground with his head, and begged: "Master, please save my disciple."

The Jindan Grandmaster who was standing there closed his eyes.

If he could save him, he would have taken action a long time ago, but he couldn't see what kind of evil method was in his disciples, let alone why the Yin God whose soul was condensed disappeared.

To put it bluntly, Ding Xie who was standing in front of them was already dead.

It's a living corpse.

Even the Nascent Soul cultivator can't bring the dead back to life. How can he, a master in the middle stage of the golden core, complete the pioneering work.

Facing his apprentice's entreaties, he had nothing to do.

He could only comfort in a soft voice: "Cang Yun, in this world, there will always be life and death. As a monk, you should take it easy."

"Master, Master is right."

"It's a disciple who is unfilial."

"It has failed Master's cultivation and expectations."

Ding Xie couldn't bear the fact that his master, who was over a hundred years old, knelt down and begged for help.

Even if he is asking for his own master, his ancestor Ding Xie.

At that time, he could have forcibly stopped his cultivation, even if he failed in the final breakthrough, it was just the accumulation of time in the future, he was still young, and his future should be good.

However, there is no regret to speak of on the road of practice.

Ding Xie felt that he was beginning to forget the past.

He forgot a lot.

This strange change made his body stronger. If he could only be regarded as the middle class of the same level in the early stage of breaking through the Golden Core that day, then his strength has already stepped into the top.

The most important thing is that the dantian that had been damaged and dried up recovered a lot, and even condensed mana.

The body involuntarily began to practice.

And go one step further.

The cultivation base loosened, the strength increased, and the physical body became strange.

These changes made him panic.

The three filthy rays of light at the back of the head turned into a falling moon and shone on the body. Linclaw feathers grew from the body, and the five internal organs in the chest felt severe pain from time to time, as if the five internal organs had become spirits and had their own consciousness.

The scales were shedding, and the feathers were woven into a robe to cover his body.

His body is completely different from before.

This all made Ding Xie feel scared.

In case he completely forgets who he is and transforms into a monster, he doesn't know what his body will become.

But in the end, he wanted to end up as a human being.

Even if he already knew that he was facing death.

Daoist Canglan didn't see this, but Ding Xie's master did. He saw the fear in his apprentice's eyes, just like a child's natural fear of scary things.

……

Master Cang Lan slowly opened his eyes.

Later, he investigated the matter of Beiluo Mountain. Although Beiluo Mountain blocked the news, Wanfazong's intelligence agency was very strong, so he still analyzed the clues.

"Yin God is lost, he should know something."

Master Cang Lan restrained the light in his eyes.

Because of Ding Xie's death, Taoist Cangyun realized how weak his cultivation was, and he watched his apprentice soldier dismantle his body and perfect his fake alchemy state of mind.

It's a pity that the first attack on the golden core failed, and it took more than ten years to settle.

When Cang Yun condenses the golden core, the seat of Zuofeng Peak Master can be passed on to the Deputy Peak Master, and then he can choose to leave Xiaohuangyu to go to the Shangzong for further studies.

However, regarding Ding Xie's death, Master Cang Lan advised his disciples that Dao Dao was ruthless.

But he didn't ignore it.

The disciple and grandson died in such a state, and even the Yin God and the true spirit disappeared. Could it be possible for the ancestor to rely on a few words of self-comfort?
If he doesn't investigate, he will continue to investigate this matter when Cang Yun leaves the customs.

It's better to let him, the master, do everything well in advance.

Standing up, Grandmaster Jindan put away the letter from the jade slip.

Flying away from Zuofeng, he went straight to the Hall of Merit.

Hall of Merit.

The deputy peak master was fiddling with the jade slips lined up in front of him, each piece of jade slips shone with light, writing scriptures and prefaces, as well as the spiritual root attribute of basic practice.

Xunsheng looked towards the door, then laughed and said, "So it's the younger brother."

Daoist Canglan cupped his hands slightly to salute: "Senior brother."

Meng Fengzheng did not put on airs as a senior brother, but naturally invited Daoist Canglan to approach him, and ordered the boy next to him to add more spiritual tea, and then said: "Why are you here, Junior Brother? Could it be that you want to say something nice about this person. "

Reverend Cang Lan picked up the tea bowl, and a trace of hot air rose up, blocking his vision, making his vision a little hazy, but the restrained divine light in it was not blocked by a little tea mist at all.

Shen Sheng said: "Brother, do you know where he is?"

"Who?"

"Junior brother is talking about this Tu Shanjun?"

"This one is a bit extraordinary. Originally, my brother was just an ordinary Jindan cultivator, but after looking through the files, I found out that this one is very powerful." Meng Fengzheng obviously heard the implication of Cang Lan's words, but he Doesn't seem to know the joints in it.

It was strange because of Cang Lan's attitude.

"My Wanfa Sect doesn't delve into the origin of the other party. Since I want to use this token to exchange for a superior Lei Linggen exercise, I can just find a volume from the Sutra Pavilion."

"It just happened to take back the token in exchange for favors."

Meng Feng was speaking very calmly, and handed Tu Shanjun's scriptures to Master Canglan.

There is no need to report this matter.

As the deputy peak master of the peak of meritorious service, he has the right to come up with a good exercise.

For ordinary people, the exercises that can cultivate to the golden core are considered heirlooms, but since Wanfazong is called Wanfa, it itself represents the vastness of the sect's exercises. It is very simple to rub a Lei Linggen exercise .

Open the list of exercises on the jade slip and narrow it down to Leibu.

The true method of Wanfazong must have been screened out in advance, and this kind of classics cannot be read by non-true disciples. In real terms, to be regarded as a true disciple of Wanfazong must first have the strength of Jindan.

"Shen Xiao Jing."

"Five thunder water injections."

"Yimu God Thunder Volume, the mutated method of wood thunder."

"Earth Magnetic Element Jing Lei Method."

"..."

Flipping through the golden elixir scriptures, many of them are eye-catching, but many of them either have no follow-up exercises.

Either the conditions for practice are relatively harsh, and some need the assistance of panacea to get started.

Of course, many ceilings are not too high, not comparable to the true scriptures in the sect.

In fact, the scriptures of the true scriptures are not the strongest exercises, but the smoothest ones.

Relatively speaking, it is a practice that makes practitioners stronger.

The Zongmen has a renewable auxiliary panacea, as long as the practice is done step by step, the practitioner's own strength can be among the best in the same level.

Coupled with the annotations of various seniors, as well as the sect's analysis and exploration of the exercises, the effects of the exercises can be maximized.

As for whether one can become a strong one, it depends on the practitioner himself.

"It's a pity that none of them meet the requirements." Meng Feng was shaking his head.

In Tu Shanjun's letter, he said that he wanted to have all the five elements, and it would be best to have Lei Fa who can complement Yin and Yang.

It's almost like telling the colorful black.

If it wasn't for the sincerity stated in the letter, and the fact that if there is no one, he can settle for the next best thing, Meng Fengzheng seemed to find a random exercise to get rid of the trouble.

It's small to be ashamed, but it's big to lose face of the sect.

The majestic Ten Thousand Law School, known as Ten Thousand Laws, how could it be impossible to not find a standard practice.

"Hey, this exercise is interesting."

"Nine poles subduing demon god Yuan Lei Jing."

"There is no special basic spiritual root bias."

"However, only the scripture method of cultivating to the golden core requires the infusion of the power of thunder from the thunder seed. This is an ancient thing dug out of the ruins by a monk in the sect, and the use of thunder spells in it is a bit strange."

"It doesn't matter how this preface is lost. The right words are the magic formula for beginners to practice."

"Those with excellent spiritual roots can condense mana by reciting formulas."

"Let someone see if there are any Thunder Seeds left?"

"There are three more, just give him the other one and forget it. If you fail to infuse the divine thunder three times, you can't blame me. It can only be said that luck is bad." Finally selected the exercise, Meng Fengzheng let out a sigh of relief .

How could Wanfazong just muddle through things at will.

This may be related to the face of Da Zongmen.

For this matter, he pays more attention to it.

Looking at the supporting spells and seals in this Thunder Sutra, if you really want to practice it, it will not be inferior to the true method.

The lack of skills is one, and the second is that it is hard to find the thunder seed, and the second is that there is no previous experience, so you need to explore it yourself, and improve it based on yourself, which will inevitably lead to twists and turns.

Seeing that Daoist Canglan hadn't left yet, Meng Fengzheng asked strangely: "Is there something else, Junior Brother?"

It was clearly written in the scriptures, how could Cang Lan still sit here after reading it.

"Brother, I'm going to visit Daheishan."

"Is something wrong?"

"Indeed."

"That's just right. You can bring him the cultivation technique and the Thunder Seed, so that you won't have to trouble the juniors." Meng Fengzheng didn't get to the bottom of it. Since he is the holder of the token, it should be He Canglan. His descendants are related.

Although Ding Xie's solution was not a big deal, the scene was like suppressing Kuang Shuo's demon.

It is quite shocking for Jindan in the door.

Now that Cang Lan has found him, Meng Fengzheng can't stop him.