Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 749 The Secret
"Good tea." Dialect immediately praised it. There is no way not to praise it. Let's not mention the agility in the tea, but the spirit tea made by monks has an aura that cannot be compared with ordinary tea, but this witchcraft scented tea has obvious effects More than that, with a stream of clear water flowing into his stomach, Fang Yan actually noticed that his Fan Jue body training technique, which he had not improved for a long time, had made progress, and even the rune left by Wu Chanming seemed to be closer to him How much, with such spiritual tea, wouldn't drinking a few more cups be equivalent to years of penance?

"It's not as good as you think. It's only the first time you drink this tea, and you will make such progress. If you drink this tea in the future, it will be just ordinary spiritual tea. Otherwise, my witch clan will not go to practice." Looking at the dialect expression, you can tell Wu Chanming said with a smile what dialect was thinking.

Fang Yan was dumbfounded when he heard the words, and then he thought about it, no matter how high-level spiritual things are, it is absolutely impossible to improve their cultivation skills just by devouring them at will, but the progress just now is not in vain, Brother Wu Chanming After recommending it in this way, he immediately smiled: "It's always good tea."

Tasting tea and drinking tea is just a prelude. Dialect came here for hundreds of millions of miles, of course, not to covet a cup of spiritual tea. After savoring the taste of spiritual tea for a while, Dialect didn't care that Wu Chanming was still fiddling with the tea set, and said, "Brother Wu, You asked me to visit the witch clan back then, I don't know what it is."

Hearing the dialect's words, Wu Chanming didn't answer immediately. After knowing that the second brew of tea was ready, he handed the dialect a cup before slowly saying: "Fangyan, please come to my Wu tribe's land. begging."

"Brother has something to say, if I can do it, I will not refuse, but I am only a Nascent Soul cultivator now, but I don't know why my brother values ​​me so much, is it just because of the Brahma Jue body training technique? "

"It is indeed because of the holy formula you practiced." Wu Chanming did not deny it, and Dang even responded. Back then, a distracted cultivator waited for more than ten years to make an appointment to meet a Nascent Soul descendant. Agreed, Dialect already knew this was the conclusion, and now he brought up Huatou just to find out what happened. As for why he attracted the attention of the distracted elder brother of the Wu clan, Dialect has long been unaware of why. The only possibility is to be called by Wu Chan It is called the Holy Jue, the Brahma Jue body training technique that I have practiced for many years, but this alone does not make sense.

Fang Yan only paused for a moment, and then said: "My brother once said that this exercise was originally a Wu Clan's exercise. Is it true that no one in the Wu Clan is practicing this exercise?"

Hearing the words of the dialect, Wu Chanming's expression darkened, revealing a slightly sad expression, and after a while, his expression was fixed, and he said to the dialect: "The Fanjue body training technique is indeed a skill of the Wu clan, but it is just one of the current Wu clan's skills. There is no one in China who practices this exercise anymore, and even if someone does, it is different from you."

"Huh?" Fang Yan showed doubts, these words were a bit difficult to understand, Fang Yan looked at Wu Chanming and waited for him to give more explanations.

"Look at these first and then talk about other things." Wu Chanming waved his hand, and a gray curtain appeared on the stone table.

Fang Yan heard the words and looked into the gray screen, and saw a majestic hall, which was exactly the hall he was in now, but the scene that flashed out of the gray screen was not the desolation he had seen before, only the hall There were many monks before, from Zhu Jin Dan to Yuan Ying distracted, no less than tens of thousands, and then looking around the main hall, you can see many stone houses scattered around a large area, and even a trading market, it is clearly a monk City.

"This is?" Dialect's face was even more puzzled.

"This is the city of the Wu Clan. You and I are now at the Wu Clan Temple, which is also the core of our Wu Clan." Wu Chanming said slowly.

"Huh?" The more he spoke in tongues, the more confused he became.

"Don't be suspicious anymore. The scene in this gray screen is not real. It's an illusion created in the minds of my family members. That's why I asked my brother to come here."

"Illusion?" Fang Yan looked at the gray screen again, still puzzled.

"In fact, the Witch Clan ceased to exist tens of millions of years ago. Today, ninety-nine percent of the Witch Clan members live in this illusion. Only a few distracted monks can see through the illusion and return to their hearts. Return to the world of monks."

"Brother, do you mean that the minds of all the witches have been imprisoned? Their minds are trapped in an illusion?" Fang Yan seemed to understand something.

"Yes, it is exactly as you said. In fact, they are repeating the same thing every day for thousands of years. When it comes to the way of longevity, they are also immortal, but this kind of immortality is better than death." .” Wu Chanming’s tone was even lower.

Fang Yan was taken aback this time, even though Fang Yan claimed to be proficient in formations, he couldn't imagine what kind of characters could arrange such formations, which could trap tens of thousands or even more monks' minds in it, and many of them were distracted A cultivator with a cultivation base can last thousands of years like a day. This is no longer a means that dialects can imagine. Just like what brother Wu Chanming said just now, immortality is nothing more than that, although this kind of longevity is something that any monk can achieve Unwanted.

It's just that the dialect quickly thought of what brother Wu Chanming said before, and asked, "brother, the shopkeeper I saw in Xiji City is also a Nascent Soul cultivator. How did he get out of the illusion? Wouldn't it be good to use the same method to rescue all the clansmen?"

"Yuan Ying's cultivation base can't see through the illusion at all. Although the Wu Fei you saw was forcibly pulled out of his mind by us, it is difficult to improve his cultivation base. It will fall directly in hundreds of years. Tens of thousands of years, so And there are hundreds or thousands of clansmen who have fallen.”

"Ah?" Fang Yan was taken aback for another moment, then remembered something and asked: "Even so, I can also practice Buddhist scriptures to exercise my body. If my brother doesn't have any exercises and techniques, I will return them to the original owner." gone."

"It's not what you think. In fact, the Vatican Jue exercise you practiced was originally given by the Wu Clan. This exercise is different from other exercises. Only those who have not practiced other Wu Clan exercises can use it Even if I practice now, it will be difficult for me to reach the level of your current level, let alone a great achievement."

Hearing this, the dialect understood what Wu Chanming said earlier, and now all the low-level disciples of the Wu clan are trapped in the illusion. Although they are immortal for thousands of years, they only have one day. The chance of a higher level is just that for tens of millions of years, many monks of the witch tribe have been unable to unravel this phantom array. Can the magic circle of seal be untied by practicing a Buddhist scriptures and training the body?If so, after so many years, even if Brother Wu Chanming cultivated a junior on his own, he should have succeeded long ago.

"Fang Yan, I don't know what opportunity you have to practice the Fan Jue body training technique to the present level. It is only one step away from breaking through the fourth floor. After the senior Wujizi got this technique from my clan, he practiced it for thousands of years. It is not where you are now, in fact, even within the Wu Clan back then, there were very few clansmen who were able to cultivate this holy formula above the fourth level, and more people could only cultivate to the second level in their entire lives." Guessing the doubts of the dialect again, Wu Chanming explained before the dialect could speak.

Fang Yan suddenly remembered the process of practicing this technique all the way, from the beginning of absorbing spiritual energy, to later absorbing the magic energy of the black demon world, as well as the power of thunder and the power of stars. Xue, after a lot of experience, he has the current level of this skill. Could it be that the path he walked is the right way for this skill?And because of various accidents, the Wu Clan didn't pass down the cultivation path of this technique?

But Wu Chanming stopped talking about this topic, and waved his hand to put away the gray curtain on the stone table, and asked Fang Yan, "Fang Yan, you went to the barren tomb of the Wu clan in the ancient battlefield. Have you ever seen the Altar of the Witch God?"

"The altar of the witch god? What does the altar of the witch god look like?"

"A three-story high platform built of countless bones."

"Three-story high platform? Steps of bones? If there is only one building like this, I should have seen it." Fang Yan immediately responded, and then remembered all the experiences in the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch.

(End of this chapter)