The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 937 Martial Law
"This thing is called Ling Xianzhi. It can enter the monk's body through the monk's blood, directly hit the primordial spirit, and record the direction of the meridians and spiritual power in the monk's body, including the form of the primordial spirit. But this thing is not easy to survive. Just like you and Qin Zhaohe stomped two of them to death, if you didn’t kill this thing just now, your primordial spirit would have been recorded.” Xuan Ling sighed, “It’s easy to die with a little external force. , it is said that such things that are not easy to survive have long been extinct, but I didn't expect there to be such a large area here."

"Without 'him' guiding the way, we would not have been able to come here. It is not surprising that such an inaccessible place can be preserved. Even if there is chaos left behind, I don't want to put this Ganoderma lucidum in. There is a I don’t worry about burning something in my primordial spirit form.”

Knowing the reason, Jiajia explained to Qin Zhaohe: "This is Ling Xianzhi, which can enter the body through the monk's blood and hit the soul directly. It will not attack you, but it can record the direction of the meridians in your body, Spiritual power direction, including Yuanshen form, but it is not easy to survive, and you will die under the influence of a little external force, be careful, Showa, don't let this thing burn your Yuanshen form and meridian direction."

"It turned out to be so." Qin Zhaohe's face was full of surprise, and he paid attention to his feet. Although the two of them were careful enough, there was still the sound of babies crying from time to time.

However, after waiting for two days, "he" seemed to recover a little bit. He took Qin Zhaohe to the stone statue, rubbed it for a long time, and finally found a gap. Fortunately, Jia Jia is a woman with a slender body, and Qin Zhaohe and Qin Zhaohe got into the cave one after the other, reaching out to polish a star that dazzles the night. The Lingxianzhi here is different from the one above. The Lingxianzhi here is blue in color, and its size is more than three times larger than the above one. Jiajia can see it at a glance: "Mutated?"

"That's right, the mutated Ling Xianzhi." "He" sighed, imitating Jia Jia's tone, and touched Qin Zhaohe's head: "Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

"Record all the exercises of this mutated Lingxianzhi with your spiritual sense, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

"If you are not strong enough, you are likely to die, do you still want to try?"

"I..." The boy hesitated for a moment, and quickly told "him" the answer, "I'm not afraid!"

"Not afraid of death?"

"Death without regret!" The young man paused and said again, "I'm just afraid that the teacher's training will be in vain!"

"Good boy!" He reached out and patted the boy's head, "Then you try to survive.I will teach you the method of the instant shadow of the primordial spirit, and draw out the sword veins in your body..."

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After "he" caused the soul to sleep again, Jiajia raised her eyes and saw that all the mutated Lingzhi mushrooms in the room had withered, and the little boy was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, but his face was ruddy. Although Qin Zhaohe's primordial spirit is weak, there is always a vitality flowing in his body.Jia Jia carried the young boy out of the cave, and walked out from under the stone statue.

It wasn't the cave she entered at first, so she didn't have time to take a closer look in the future. It wasn't until now when she came out and looked back that Jiajia saw five ancient seal scripts at the bottom of the stone statue, and she happened to recognize these characters.

"Wait for someone who is destined."

Think about some ancient sage monk. After tens of thousands of years of baptism, he may not be able to see his appearance clearly. He can only vaguely recognize the appearance of this monk with disheveled hair from the outline.Although Jia Jia didn't know his name, he could imagine that it must have been a well-known cultivator at that time who could have such courage and left a generous gift for future generations that would shock the world.

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After coming out of the Mizong Sea Area, Jia Jia pinched the time and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, within a month, she quickly sent a message amulet to Qin Ya and Gu Lang who were going to Abbot Island.

Not long after, I received a reply from Gu Lang: "There is still no news about Xiao Baiye, but Fang Ren appeared not long ago, and he seems to be looking for some rare treasures in the world."

Rare?Jia Jia received the summoning talisman, her eyes wandering: she remembered that there had been rumors that Shao Xin was injured, if it was true, it happened to confirm this point.It's just that she also has reasons to believe that Fang Zhang's island is also the old lair of Fang Zhenren. If he wants to hide something from everyone's eyes and ears, it is easy for him to find something. Why didn't he hide his whereabouts?Could it be so obvious that it was a trap?
Jiajia only felt that it was difficult to make a decision for a while, and looked back at Qin Zhaohe who was on the driftwood. The young boy's eyes were tightly closed.Yuanshen fell into the sea of ​​consciousness, if he couldn't get out by himself, how difficult it would be to find it back.

Jia Jia had something on her mind, so she took Qin Zhaohe to Penglai without further delay.

As soon as I arrived at the shore, I felt that something was wrong. The monks at the port had reached Yuanying, and they were carefully inspecting every monk who came and went. Something incredible happened.

Taking out the waist badge of Shenhezhuang and handing it over, Jiajia said: "This seat is Lian Jiajia from Kunlun, and this is my disciple Qin Zhaohe, who suffered some injuries. What happened?"

The Nascent Soul cultivator who took the waist card looked at Jia Jia while looking at the waist card with a very careful look.

Instead, the Nascent Soul cultivator at the side patted him on the shoulder: "A female cultivator, a child, probably not."

The cultivator who checked the badge nodded: "It makes sense." After finishing speaking, he returned the badge to Jia Jia, "Please, sir, I hope the disciple will not run around after he recovers from his injuries!"

Jia Jia took the badge and asked casually, "But what happened?"

"Old island master..." The monk who was checking his waist card was asked suddenly, his mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't control his mouth.

He just said the words "Old Island Master" and kicked the Nascent Soul cultivator beside him, "Don't talk too much!"

After being reminded by this, the Nascent Soul cultivator who was checking his waist card came back to his senses, covered his mouth, didn't say a word, and only gestured to Jia Jia with a please gesture.

Jia Jia took a look at the Nascent Soul cultivator, didn't ask any more questions, and led Qin Zhaohe to the direction of Canhezhuang.

She was holding a child, so she was conspicuous, and people came here to inquire here from time to time, but when they noticed Jiajia's cultivation, they immediately withdrew their spiritual sense.

Along the way, Jiajia counted and met three waves of monks dressed in the costumes of the Penglai Provincial Precept Hall. They came and went in a hurry, as if they were searching for someone on the island.

Stepping up the stone steps step by step, he pushed open the gate of Canhezhuang, and walked towards the backyard. As soon as he opened the door, he saw that Daoist Huadao took a futon and sat in the courtyard, with scattered piles of futons on the side. A pile of ancient books.

(End of this chapter)