Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

In this battle, only one person survived, and that was Monk Ciwen.

Xue Leng could understand Monk Miwen's mood at that time, because he had also experienced the experience of losing his brother, and the pain of being alone was beyond words.

"Originally, Bai Ling's fall made me a little disheartened, and I wanted to just quietly guard her by her side, grow old slowly, and end up with the rest of my life.

But later I found out that although Bai Lingren died, but because of his body's original source of vitality, he still had one soul and two souls around his body after he was disbanded, lingering for a long time.

This... made me instantly rekindle the hope of saving her. "

"One soul and one soul?"

Xue Leng's eyes lit up when he heard this.

But Monk Miwen didn't notice Xue Leng's expression change, and just narrated downwards:

"I collected Bai Ling's soul with a special magic weapon, and completely sealed and hid this place before leaving here."

"Because the source of vitality in Bai Ling's body is not eternal, so if you want to save her, you must seek a stronger source of vitality, and in addition to completely repairing her body, you must also restore her primordial spirit. The method is condensed again."

"so--"

"From the moment I came out of the Earth Sha Chiyan Cave, I embarked on the path of seeking eternal power.

Hard work pays off, about 9000 two hundred years ago, I found the power of the sky pattern. "

"However, another problem appeared one after another. It is actually very difficult to transfer the power of the sky pattern to others. I have done experiments on some monks. All the people who had carried the power of the sky pattern died suddenly on the spot. Without exception."

"I don't give up."

"Since then, I have concentrated on studying the method of transferring the power of the sky pattern"

"At the same time, I borrowed the most precious treasure of the Wumen, the "Preserved Vessel of Ten Thousand Gu Souls" from the Witch God Cult in the Far West, and put Bai Ling's soul and two souls into it..."

"This process lasted another 3000 years, and it was not until the sixth generation of the witch god "Witch Blood" came to the throne that this was able to come true."

At this point, Monk Miwen paused slightly and let out a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, everything is developing in a good direction."

"About 2000 years ago, the technique of transferring the power of the sky pattern finally improved. I found that the power of the sky pattern in myself was too domineering, so this kind of eternity could not be directly transferred to anyone other than me. on people.

Only through another monk who controls the power of life as a buffer force can it be possible to transfer the power of life. "

"After that, about 100 years ago, Bai Ling's one soul and two souls were split into two souls and four souls under the nourishment of thousands of years of Gu soul preserves. After the resurrection of the spirit, if you think of other ways, it really doesn't work, and you can only ask 'him'."

"Him? Please...?"

Hearing this, Xue Leng's face changed, and his heart was shocked.

An old monster like Monk Miwen who has lived for thousands of years, even humbly begs others. What kind of existence is the "he" that Monk Miwen talks about...?
This is far beyond the scope of Xue Leng's cognition. Now he is just a monk in the foundation period, and that level is just an existence he looks up to.

Sensing the change in Xue Leng's face, Monk Ciwen smiled and said:
"Although your aptitude is mediocre, your opportunities are far beyond comparison. After thousands of years, you may not be able to win a chance to break through the boundaries..."

Xue Leng smiled and dared not say much. Although Monk Ciwen misunderstood what he meant, there is no need to explain anything at this moment.

Everything is unspoken...

As for the story told by Monk Ciwen, Xue Leng firmly believed it.

Because, at the level of the cipher monk, there is no need to lie to yourself.

Even if I don't agree to help him, the other party will have many means to force me to submit, and there is no need to spend so much thought to weave such a beautiful story.

The 1-year persistent spirit of Monk Ciwen touched Xue Leng's heart greatly.

Everything he did was just for the woman he really loved.

For such a person, if you help out, the benefit designation is indispensable.

A smile as bright as the sun appeared on Xue Leng's face. People who are familiar with him will definitely know that every time Xue Leng shows this kind of smile on his face, it means a big harvest.

"What does senior need me to do...?"

"follow me."

Seeing that Xue Leng offered to help him save others, there was a flash of surprise in Monk Miwen's eyes, and then it turned into a kind of silent gratitude.

Not much, Monk Miwen directly greeted Xue Leng and followed him towards the direction of the female corpse.

Xue Leng didn't dare to be negligent, and followed closely behind Monk Ciwen.

When he came close, he carefully observed the three corpses.

The beauty of the woman in white is the kind of suffocating elegance, especially when she looks closely, that delicate and incomparably beautiful face is so beautiful that it makes my heart beat a lot faster.

With her graceful figure and suet-like skin ready to be broken with the snap of her fingers, one can't help feeling an urge to take care of her and protect her in the palm of her hand.

As for the other two corpses, one was as tall as an iron tower, holding two huge black engraved stone axes in his hands, his upper body burst, and the entangled muscles bulged, standing like an iron tower, blocking everyone's front, even Even death didn't let my body fall down...

It is a pity that this person has no head, and it is impossible to look up at this person's appearance.

Seeing Xue Leng's eyes fall on this person, Monk Miwen's face darkened suddenly, and he explained——

"Xinglong, in ancient times, the doorman of the hidden world 'Xingtian Realm'."

"The extremely mysterious Xingtian Realm, even now, few people know where it is, but every 1000 years, this mysterious sect will send a disciple to the outside world to go out to experience, and , in the hands of every expatriate sect, there will be a treasure that the world covets..."

Speaking of this, Monk Miwen's eyes fell on Xing Long's hands, the two huge black engraved stone axes.

"Sky Axe"

Back then, Xinglong was famous all over the world for killing five Nascent Soul cultivators alone in World War I with this pair of axes.

In the battle with the Disha Yanju, Xing Tian used his powerful body to block about [-]% of our attacks. Therefore, he was also the first among us to fall here...

"Punishment Realm?"

Xue Leng frowned when he heard this, as if he had fallen into deep thought.

Xue Leng has never heard of this sect, but this does not mean that this faction is unknown. On the contrary, the deeper the faction is hidden, the more terrifying it is.

However, Xue Leng has not yet reached that level, so there are many things that are not at the level that he can touch now.

and…

When Xue Leng saw this corpse, the shadow of another person appeared in his mind involuntarily for the first time.

This person, not long ago, was in the Tongxin Well with him, Kui Shan, whose life and death were unknown.

Seeing Xue Leng's gaze staring at Xinglong's body, his eyes flickering, Monk Miwen seemed to have seen through Xue Leng's thoughts, and said:
"Do you feel like a person?"

"Well, like, these two people give me almost the same feeling."

Xue Leng nodded in response.

"That's right, when I saw that kid for the first time, I also thought of Xinglong, especially the companion spirit treasure on that kid's arm.

Hehe, this time, Tiandaozong must have spent a lot of money to train this kid..."

Monk Ciwen smiled secretly, and there was a mystery in his words that Xue Leng didn't quite understand.

However, after being confirmed by the cipher monk, Xue Leng can be sure that Tiandaozong, the leader of the righteous way, must have some ulterior motives with the legendary Xingtian Realm.

The potential of Kuishan is extraordinary, Xue Leng firmly believes that in a few hundred years, this person will definitely become famous in the entire Dajin cultivating world.

The people who went down to the Chiyan Cave this time were either old monsters like Monk Miwen, or monks with a deep background like Kuishan. It seemed that his adventure this time was really a bit reckless.

Looking away from Xing Long, Xue Leng looked at the last of the three corpses.

This is an old man wearing a blood robe. His face is extremely old. His left arm was cut off by Qi Gen. There are still bloodstains on his hideous face, and his whole body is covered with blood-colored talismans of strange shape. .

Judging from the posture in which he held up the magic formula with his one arm, this person should have used an extremely domineering secret technique before his death. The cause of death is probably because his body could not bear the backlash from the secret technique, and his meridian burst and died.

And when Xue Leng's gaze stayed on the broken arm, he was surprised to find that the blood of this person had not yet solidified.

Not only the blood, but also the mysterious blood-red talismans on the old man's body also caught Xue Leng's attention.

"These talismans are so strange... Could it be...?"

At this moment, there were bursts of bloodthirsty chirping sounds from the Tianlu Blood Robe.

The bloodthirsty guys like Corpse Spirit Blood Gu suddenly went into a riot, and kept sending Xue Leng the message of their desire to absorb the blood in this person's body.

"Who the hell is he?"

Just when Xue Leng was having doubts, Monk Miwen explained to Xue Leng in a timely manner——

"True Monarch Blood Talisman, the Great Elder of the Blood Talisman Sect in ancient times."

"A blood talisman secret technique is extremely strange and powerful. There are no fewer than hundreds of powerhouses of the same level who have fallen in his hands."

"Sure enough, it's a blood talisman."

In fact, Xue Leng already had a conclusion in his heart when he first saw these talismans.

Even if Monk Ciwen didn't explain it to himself, he could tell that this was the famous blood talisman technique in ancient times.

Blood, ghost, seal, array, demon, puppet, curse, law
Among the eight ancient talisman-making techniques, Tianfu Pavilion monopolizes the four talisman techniques of "sealing, puppet, method, and formation".

However, after the chaos of the sect hundreds of years ago, the essence of several runes has been lost.

Especially the three major runes of "Feng, Puppet, and Formation", there are very few people in the pavilion who can draw them.

Xue Leng himself is only proficient in the "Dharma" runes, which are the so-called magic spells.

Counting the ghost talisman technique mastered by Guizhu, he can barely be regarded as a master of talismans.

Therefore, seeing the operation of the blood talisman today, he was naturally full of ecstasy.

With Xue Leng's undisguised gaze and expression, the cipher monk has become a fine old man, so he naturally understands what he is thinking in his heart.

Smiling, Monk Miwen said:
"Boy, are you interested in the method of this talisman?"

"Yes, senior."

"The eight talisman techniques were once famous in ancient times, but the younger generation is not talented. As a true disciple of the Tianfu Pavilion in the North, I have a little bit of knowledge about talismans. Now the opportunity is in front of me, so..."

"Hahaha~"

Before Xue Leng finished talking, Monk Ciwen suddenly burst out laughing, and immediately, he glanced at Xue Leng with a meaningful look, but this look made Xue Leng feel nervous.

"Hey, I think you are not only interested in this blood talisman, but wanting the corpses of my two old friends is your real idea?"

"Uh…"

Hearing this, Xue Leng was suffocated, and suddenly became speechless in his heart.

"Senior, how do you know...?"

"Haha, the guy hiding on your body, I heard everything I said to you."

Monk Ciwen smiled treacherously, revealing the biggest secret in Xue Leng's heart.

"what!"

Xue Leng was shocked when he heard this.

This ten-thousand-year-old monster is really terrifying. What is thinking in his heart, and every move he makes cannot escape the eyes of Monk Ciwen.

The other party seemed to have seen through himself from the inside out. In front of the cipher monk, he seemed to have no secrets to hide.

The guy that Monk Ciwen mentioned naturally refers to ghosts.

After seeing these three corpses, Guizhu appeared like a rascal again, and sent a voice transmission to Xue Leng, telling him to find a way to get rid of the corpses in front of him and the dead Disha no matter what. Yanju's body was also obtained together.

The appearance of Ghost Punisher this time, there was a hint of unconcealable joy in his tone, and, judging by its haste, it seemed to be a hundred times more anxious than when it was catching corpses.

If it wasn't for Ghost Zhu being too afraid of Monk Miwen, maybe he would have jumped out to snatch the corpse by himself.

This made Xue Leng very embarrassed. Of the three corpses, one was the sweetheart of Monk Ciwen, and the other two were his old friends. How could he ask him for it.

Therefore, Xue Leng never paid attention to Gui Zhu's blowing wind in his ears. Under such circumstances, Xue Leng would definitely not open his mouth for his own selfishness.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you ask the cipher monk for a few blood symbols to go back and study.

As for the corpse, it's still free...

However, what surprised Xue Leng was that after the monk Ciwen laughed out loud, he actually said something that surprised Xue Leng.

"Actually, I had planned to entrust the corpses of these two old friends to you."

"Senior, you...really?"

Xue Leng was taken aback for a moment, but immediately became overjoyed.

"Of course, the source of vitality in Bai Ling's body has been exhausted. If their corpses stay here, they will be completely melted away in a short time. Therefore, instead of drowning here, it is better to let them follow you. Going to the outside world, perhaps, can reproduce some glory."

"only--"