Data cultivation, I observe immortality in the five elements

Chapter 263 The shadowy youth, the essence of blood that increases cultivation

Facing Cai Houchun's inquiry, Luo Yan gave his own response.

"I once read almost all the miscellaneous books in the sect's scripture collection pavilion."

"That's pretty much the only way to rejuvenate."

"That is to take the wonder medicine of heaven and earth with a grade of up to fourth level or above!"

"But something as simple as this can increase your lifespan."

"I've never seen it anyway!"

Luo Yan thought about the two balls of blood essence from before and pondered for a moment.

"Instead of saying this is a way to increase longevity and change your life against the will of heaven, it is more like a kind of life energy."

"Able to repair the wounds suffered by monks"

"Lifespan is the foundation of a monk's practice. It can never be increased so easily."

Although Luo Yan has not done any experiments on lifespan.

But he knows very well that this is one of the laws of the great road and is irreversible in most cases.

Even an immortal can at best live a long life.

Not considered eternal life!

An unknown blood pool, as simple as that, has the ability to change fate against the will of heaven.

It is almost impossible.

"I haven't personally contacted this blood pool yet, so I can't be sure yet."

"But one thing is for sure, the real age of these gray-haired old people in front of you is not much older than you."

"Forget it, I will bless you with a unique spiritual eye technique. You can see for yourself."

Luo Yan kneaded the secret with one hand, then moved it a little closer to his eyebrows.

Immediately, there was a cool feeling in the area of ​​​​the eyes.

Cai Houchun was stunned when he heard Taoist Qingyi's reply.

Although his physical body is now controlled by Taoist Qingyi.

But he, an outsider, could still perceive everything he observed in his eyes.

In his sight, everyone looked ordinary.

With the blessing of this 'spiritual eye technique', a different aura emerged from everyone present.

Some are violent, some are deep red, and some are filled with evil spirits.

Many people have great secret skills in hiding their own aura, and there are talisman lights flickering around their bodies like flowing fireflies.

It was supposed to be a powerful method like the one created by nature, but now it was revealed by Taoist Qing Yi at a glance.

"The shopkeeper is saying that the fundamental reason why the old monk was able to regain his youthful appearance is because he is not a gray-haired old man in the first place?"

Luo Yan controlled Cai Houchun's body, a blue light flashed in his eyes, showing a noncommittal attitude:

"If you observe carefully, the auras of these people all have a very obvious aura of magic power."

When Cai Houchun heard this, he also turned his attention to the monks around him whose blood was declining.

Their bodies all exuded a cold, bloody, and frantic aura.

Anyone who has stayed in Yong'an City for a long time is familiar with this cold and icy atmosphere.

It is very different from the system of exercises practiced by normal monks, and the breaths are naturally very different.

This is one of the typical characteristics of magic skills!

Some demonic monks are so skillful in their disguise that they don't even reveal their aura.

But with the blessing of Luo Yan's magic, the auras of these people were exposed to Cai Houchun like bright lights in the dark night.

Ordinary monks usually practice techniques related to the attributes of the five elements.

After long-term contact, the aura on the body will naturally carry corresponding characteristics.

For example, water softens and moistens all things.

Earth-attribute skills make the earth thick, indestructible, etc.

The magic monk's skills are naturally the same.

And because it is the power of cultivation from another system, it is as conspicuous as a light in the dark night.

The reason why Cai Houchun was so obvious was that he could see through the disguises of those outside and sense their aura.

It was more or less with a little help from Luo Yan.

Now that he is here, the breath-condensing techniques used by everyone present are no different than if they were naked.

"If these people are all demonic monks, then everything will make sense."

Cai Houchun was silent.

He knew very well the drawbacks of demonic techniques.

Once upon a time, my practice was slow due to my average qualifications.

He also went to the [Soul Refining Pavilion] to buy magic techniques and other techniques.

Even in the jade slips of the martial arts, the ancient magic arts are boasted as the only one in the world.

It gives people the feeling that if they don’t practice, they will suffer a big loss.

In fact, Cai Houchun also had a sudden heartbeat during that period of time.

Consider whether to turn to magic skills to speed up your practice.

But out of caution, he had observed the traces of many demonic monks in Yong'an City.

Finally came to a conclusion.

That is, although the magic power advances quickly, it will cost lives!

In other words, monks who have practiced demonic techniques will enter the country at an alarmingly fast rate.

In a very short period of time, he was promoted to the realm of cultivation.

Otherwise, your blood will decay and you will die!

There is no one who wants to age naturally and live beyond a hundred years!

In other words, people like demonic monks are better than ordinary monks.

They are just a bunch of short-lived ghosts!

In fact, this is not a big secret at all.

Anyone who has lived in Yong'an City for a period of time knows this.

Thinking of the previous scene where the two people were thrown into the blood pool, Cai Houchun fell silent again.

Although he didn't understand the principle of this blood pool, he had some advice from his shopkeeper.

The whole story becomes clear.

There is a high probability that the blood pool contains abundant vitality, which can rejuvenate people.

It's not as simple as he had imagined before, being able to increase a person's lifespan.

After devouring two foundation-building monks, the blood pool devouring rules on the first day have been met.

During the next period of time, everyone was in peace, sitting cross-legged on their respective boulders.

Although everyone's eyes were filled with suspicion, no one chose to take action again.

Everyone seems to have acquiesced in the rule of fighting once a day and thirty times a month.

On the second day, another demonic monk with declining blood took the initiative to stand up.

Pick your opponent, and after killing them, throw their body into a pool of blood.

Not long after, this man also glowed with youthfulness in front of everyone.

At this time, all the cultivators present reacted.

It stands to reason that if their longevity is really exhausted, the strength of these guys will definitely be greatly affected.

But the fact is that the strength of these demonic monks has hardly been affected greatly.

Still very powerful!

"It turns out that you guys are not monks who have reached the end of their lifespan."

"But they are about the same age as us."

Watching the two people on the field being swallowed up again, helping others.

Someone looked livid and shouted loudly.

"Skills are not as good as others, everyone depends on their own abilities. Who can blame you?" The man who had previously transformed from white hair to black hair had a hoarse voice and his eyes were full of joy.

Such changes in his body all showed that he had lost blood due to the many times he used magic skills.

In just an instant, I made up for it!

Such a scene naturally fell into the eyes of other demonic monks.

There was a hint of madness in their eyes.

I want to take action immediately and hunt down the remaining monks.

But reason tells them that now is not the time.

Gotta wait!

hold on!

After all, the trial rule of this bloody space is that the blood pool needs to devour one person every day.

If all the sacrifices are consumed in advance, the blood pool will become violent.

And then devour themselves.

Therefore, they did not want to start a multi-person melee unless absolutely necessary.

In that case, the casualties will be very heavy!

They had known the general news about this trial a long time ago.

The reason why every bloody trial is cruel is because some people cannot control their inner desires.

In the beginning, he killed people indiscriminately.

This resulted in a sharp decline in the number of monks.

Due to the rules of the bloody space, the last remaining people had to kill each other.

This trial, the twenty or so of them, had agreed upon it in advance.

That is, everyone comes in the order agreed upon before.

One person devouring the blood of two monks is just enough to make up for his own loss of blood.

If there is internal strife, I'm afraid there won't be many people left in the end.

Thinking of this, the madness in the eyes of the other demonic monks slowly faded away.

This group of people are all monks who have practiced ancient magic skills, and many of them have known each other before.

What's more, he has a somewhat close relationship with a real disciple of the Soul Refining Sect.

Know all the rules of the trial in advance.

Therefore, they, a group of people with severely weakened blood, had already met each other before and formed a temporary alliance.

It was only the second day, as long as they waited in the order they had agreed upon previously.

Eventually everyone will have a chance to restore their health.

At this time, everyone present also saw it.

There seems to be a special tacit understanding among this group of demonic monks.

"Brothers, these devils want to use this blood pool to treat us as sacrifices and restore themselves."

"I have a suggestion. We all take action at the same time. First, kill all these old guys who practice magic and make themselves neither human nor ghosts."

"What do you think?"

A middle-aged man wearing a red robe suggested, causing several demon cultivators in the distance who had not hidden their auras to sneer.

However, they did not respond verbally.

People who can practice magic skills keep their heads on their belts all day long.

The strength in all aspects is not weak.

In terms of strength alone, it is at least far beyond these casual cultivators.

What's more, there were more than twenty demonic monks present.

Almost everyone has a soul-calling flag, trying to bully the few with more.

That's delusional!

Even if these foundation-building monks all unite together, the final outcome is still uncertain!

It's just that the blood trial lasts for a month, and the blood pool also needs to swallow one living person every day.

Otherwise, yesterday, they would all have left the field and started a war.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have waited in line until now.

After all, as a monk who has practiced ancient magic skills, before joining the Soul Refining Sect.

The decline of one's own blood energy is almost impossible to solve.

Therefore, many demonic monks sneered at the red Taoist's proposal.

Fortunately, they were sensible. If they wanted to seek death, no wonder they didn't abide by their previous agreement.

"So what if these devil bastards know each other?"

"I only see one fact, and that is that in the two battles, I was defeated by one against two in an honest and fair manner."

"How can you, a worthless loser, have the dignity to coerce everyone and start a melee?"

There were sneers in the crowd again, and they immediately retorted.

No one present was a fool, so it was obvious that those demonic monks with withered blood most likely knew each other.

But the trial rule of the Soul Refining Sect is to sacrifice one person in the blood pool every day.

These people also rely on their own abilities to defeat their opponents.

Under such circumstances, no one can find any fault.

"Humph!"

Seeing that everyone present seemed to agree with this view, no one agreed with him, and the red Taoist's face turned pale for a while.

He suddenly flicked his sleeves and sat down cross-legged.

Waiting for the start of the war on the third day.

Another day passed, and another demon cultivator with declining blood stood up.

He casually pointed at the two people beside him.

Immediately afterwards a shocking battle broke out.

There is a blazing light lingering in the sky, the fluctuations of the magic weapon are dazzling, and the black gloom is filled.

Ghosts cry, wolves howl, and a sinister wind blows.

It's like the devil is coming.

Bang bang bang.

There was a sound of collision between the magic weapons and the magic weapons, and the entire blood-colored space was trembling.

In the end, the body of the demonic monk whose blood was withered was penetrated, and a young man with a gloomy face won the final victory.

"Uncle Wang, look, nephew, I did it!"

"I won this battle. According to the rules agreed a few days ago, I have almost half a foot in the Soul Refining Sect."

"Uncle Wang, your vision has become rotten as you grow old."

The shadowy young man was the same young man who was interested in the Soul Refining Token in the illusion of spiritual elixir.

The reason why he participated in this trial was also very simple, that is, to become a person like Uncle Wang.

He also wants the opponents in the family to see that even if he leaves the family's care, he can still become a strong man!

The young man with a gloomy face relied on the fact that his family had lived in Yong'an City for generations, and it was not difficult to get such a token despite the relationship between his parents.

The result satisfied him. Although these two opponents were very powerful, he still killed them one by one.

The young man with a gloomy face looked at the two balls of pure blood floating out of the blood pool, hesitated for a moment, and then opened his mouth and inhaled them into his body.

Such pure blood essence has just entered the body.

A look of shock appeared in the eyes of the young man with a gloomy face:

"My cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building?"

You know, he had just established the foundation not long ago.

Just by absorbing two masses of blood essence, his cultivation level has been raised by one level!

This kind of speed of entry is not surprising.

The changes in the aura of the shadowy young man in the field naturally caught the eyes of others.

"Gulu?"

Some people swallowed secretly, feeling a touch of excitement in their hearts.

This blood essence can actually be used to increase cultivation!

Thinking of such a scene, the cultivators looked left and right and glanced at the figures around them, with a hint of fanaticism flashing in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)