mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 599 Possession
Half a quarter of an hour later, the majestic middle-aged man fell to the ground weakly, with a fist-sized hole in his chest.

And beside him, the golden long sword that was several feet long was firmly pressed to the ground by a pitch-black bone knife, unable to move an inch.

The middle-aged monk looked at his corpse with excitement in his eyes. He quickly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it.

A whirlpool of black air flashed in his palm, and then a figure, shrunk countless times, flew out from between the eyebrows of the majestic middle-aged man, and he grabbed it in his hand.

"As expected of the soul of the monks in the late stage of alchemy, I don't know how many times stronger than the souls of those monks who established the foundation." The middle-aged monk murmured excitedly, his eyes sparkling, as if he was thinking about something.

There were more than twenty cyan lights flickering around, and the middle-aged monk quickly put away his excited expression, raised his hand and took the golden long sword into his hand, and sprayed a black breath directly on it.

The aura of the golden long sword dimmed instantly, and it let out a powerless whine.The middle-aged monk nodded in satisfaction and threw it into the storage bag.

"Let's go!" The middle-aged monk greeted, once again set up a black wind, swept up the surrounding Qingmingwei and soared into the sky.

Before leaving, he did not forget to throw a black fireball in the direction of the majestic middle-aged man's corpse, burning his corpse to pieces.

The black wind whizzed away, leaving only a messy dense forest.

After a while, an arm suddenly emerged from the void.

In the blink of an aura, Lu Yunze, who had returned to his original form, appeared with the two daughters Liu Yuhan and Yunzhi, rubbing his chin and looking at the looming black wind in the sky.

"This guy has good supernatural powers, but it doesn't look like what their Lie family can have. It seems that we really found the right one this time."

Both Liu Yu and Han Yunzhi looked at him blankly, wondering what he was trying to do by making such a big circle.

"Come with me, let you see the world." Lu Yunze waved his hands without turning his head, and the five-color spiritual light flashed on his body, and disappeared again with the second daughter.

As soon as the middle-aged monk on the other side returned to the top of the Green Mountain, he tried to calmly encourage everyone, and after announcing the rewards to everyone, he flew straight out of the Green Mountain.

Flying several miles along the secret path at the foot of the green mountain, the middle-aged monk returned to the narrow passage again, and returned to the huge bronze door.

Looking at the bronze gate with many runes in front of him, the middle-aged monk couldn't help taking a deep breath, his eyes changed continuously, and finally turned into a pool of stagnant water again.

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the bronze door.

The cyan spiritual baby opened his eyes, looked at him coldly, and couldn't help sneering.

"What? Did you just fight with someone? Why did you spend so much mana? Is that person very strong?"

The middle-aged monk stepped forward and nodded expressionlessly.

"That was a late-stage alchemy cultivator, and his magic weapon was very sharp. I killed him by relying on the Netherworld Luotian Formation."

"Hmph! What a waste!" The cyan spirit baby snorted coldly and landed in front of him.

"Grandma, I taught you so many supernatural powers in vain, and I personally helped you wash the Yijing and change your exercises. In the end, you even need help from a late-stage alchemy monk? What a shame!"

The middle-aged monk's eyelids twitched imperceptibly, and he opened his hand, revealing a golden figure wrapped in black air.

The cyan baby's eyes lit up immediately, and he stretched out a pair of small hands to grab it.But then, the middle-aged monk actually took it back into his body.

The cyan spiritual baby was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, his eyes instantly turned blood-colored!
"Boy! What do you want to do?!"

The voice was extremely thin, as if countless steel needles had been directly inserted into his brain.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but groaned in pain, two streams of dark red blood flowed out of his nostrils uncontrollably.

"No reason. I just want to negotiate a condition with you, grandma."

The middle-aged monk wiped off the blood on his face expressionlessly, and said calmly: "The fusion secret technique you gave me should be fake?"

Although it was doubtful, the tone of the middle-aged monk was unusually firm.

The originally distorted facial features of the cyan spirit baby returned to normal in an instant, looked him up and down in some surprise, and flew back into the air with a sneer.

"That's right, it's fake. But I didn't lie to you about one thing, grandma. I'm not a Nascent Soul, and I can't take it away to practice like a normal Nascent Soul. You must cooperate to truly have a physical body."

"After you and I are fused, there is indeed me in you, and you in me. You and I are one, but at that time, my consciousness will most likely overwhelm and completely occupy your consciousness."

"So? Kid, do you want to turn against Grandma Ben? Or do you want to pretend that this incident never happened, miss the opportunity to become a Nascent Soul cultivator, and continue to be a dog for others?"

The cyan baby sneered sharply, and the face of the middle-aged monk suddenly darkened.

"Boy, Grandma Ben has lived long enough. Long enough to figure out what people like you are thinking."

"You, your heart is higher than the sky, and your life is thinner than paper. You are obviously the patriarch of the cultivating family, and you only advanced to the alchemy after great luck, but you are always unwilling and feel that you should go to the next level."

"But actually, you're nothing compared to those really great people."

"And now, the only chance to change your destiny is in front of you. Kid, can you let go?"

The cyan spirit baby floated in front of the middle-aged monk, staring straight at his eyes with a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Or you want to take a gamble, bet that your consciousness will not dissipate during the fusion, and bet that your own will is strong enough to remain intact under my consciousness."

"If you lose, you will die. I will still take care of your family. If you win, you will skyrocket! You will become one of the strongest in the human world."

"Boy, grandma is not afraid to tell you. Wait until my grandma has a physical body, and then practice the secret techniques in her mind. At that time, not to mention being able to cross the human world, at least the world will be as big as it is!"

"Boy, can you give up?"

The middle-aged monk's eyelids twitched, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the blue baby's mouth.

At this moment, a five-color aura suddenly appeared!
A villain of five colors jumped out from between the eyebrows of the middle-aged monk, and went straight into the body of the cyan baby.

"What!" Shocked, the cyan spiritual baby subconsciously withdrew and retreated. At this moment, a lazy and joking voice came out of its body.

"The world is so big that you can go there? You have a physical body, at best you are a stronger Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Isn't this tone too loud?"

"What the hell are you? Get out of here immediately, grandma!" The cyan spirit baby let out a scream, and its two little hands scratched at its body in horror.

"Tsk! After all, it's a locked-up thing." During the words, a human face shrunk by an unknown number of times appeared from between the brows of the cyan baby.

　Due to the epidemic, I can’t buy anti-inflammatory drugs. I still have cold medicine at home, and I made another bowl of ginger syrup. I hope it will help.

　　
　
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