"Who told you to tease me over and over again? Now even Liu Xin thinks I'm doing something with you! Huh, if I don't teach you a lesson, I don't know how you will be bullied in the future!" Yu

Han ignored Wang Fan's protest, drew a tube of blood, and pulled it out fiercely. (Actually, she was only being fierce for the sake of appearance. She was not willing to draw an extra drop of Wang Fan's blood.) I understand.

Liu Xin actually felt sorry for Wang Fan for the "reason" between the two of them, "Oh, you are really a person. Wang Fan wiped this and that with blood along the way, and we were able to get here. Now you

Don't you know how distressed you are when you have to draw such a big tube of blood from him?" So he rushed over to greet Wang Fan again.

Yuhan was really shocked by Liu Xin's unreasonable surprise and suddenly lost his temper. He ignored the intimacy and ambiguity between the two of them, handed the syringe back to Old Man Wu, and went away to sulk alone.

"How is it? Do you understand?" Old Man Wu asked the wise monk, holding the syringe that was still exuding warmth, "While the blood is still fresh, what should you do? Hurry up." "I have my own sense of discretion, you

Why are you urging me?" Because upon closer inspection, the wise monk discovered that on the back of the tower, there were words engraved on each floor of the tower, and there were many rare words that even he couldn't recognize, and they had to be connected with the context.

Let's take a guess. This is not an ordinary document, but an explanation for activating the sacred tower. Even a single word difference can destroy a thousand-mile civilization in one day, so the wise monk can only be cautious.

The wise monk studied for more than half an hour before he was somewhat confident about getting past the syringe in Old Man Wu's hand. He pulled off the needle on it, suddenly jumped into the air, and flew over the top of the sacred tower.

Just as he passed the top of the tower, the wise monk happened to be in an upside-down posture. He held the top of the syringe with one hand and pushed the pusher of the syringe with the other hand to "sniff" Renfan's bright red hair.

Blood spurted to the top of the tower.

"He is trying his best to imitate the way the essence and blood are stimulated by internal forces... How could our ancestors have thought that although their descendants have the ability to break through many obstacles and reach here, they will not use their own

The internal force forces out the essence and blood, let alone stimulates it... Alas, our ancestors' thousands of years of martial arts have lost many unique skills in the long history." Old man Wu felt pity secretly, but at the same time, he felt sorry for him.

I feel lucky that my lifelong martial arts skills can still be passed down.

The wise monk's foot just landed on the ground, and the other foot moved a little more. He turned his body and returned to the sacred tower. The wise monk stretched out two fingers and touched the still flowing blood of Wang Fan.

On the top of the tower, there are spells painted on the tower that no one can understand.

The wise monk was like a hard-working swallow, flying up and down until the golden pagoda was covered with various charms. It wasn't until Wang Fan's blood essence dried up and condensed that he turned over and landed, sweating profusely, and stood aside with everyone.

Quietly waiting for the miracle to come.

"Is it easy for me? The hundreds of spells above and below are not a simple matter. All the spells must be completed in one go. There must be no breaks or gaps in the middle... Well, just this one item can be considered me.

Years of hard work has come to fruition." The wise monk secretly praised himself in his heart.

But this blessing tower seemed to deliberately oppose the old monk. Everyone waited for a long time, and stood until their legs and feet were numb. This artifact just didn't give the slightest reaction. Ah, in fact, there are still some slight changes.

On the golden tower, the talisman drawn with blood turned dark red due to the condensation of blood, blocking the original light and making it look much dimmer.

During this long wait, although everyone was a little impatient, no one could say anything. Only the wise monk's face gradually changed from white to red, and then from red to purple.

"Oh, this thing has been placed in this deep cave for thousands of years. It is normal for some malfunctions to occur," Wang Fan helped the wise monk excuse himself. He usually just made some innocuous jokes, but making fun of him now would hurt his self-esteem.

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Wang Fan knew that even though Zhi Zhi had been a monk for decades, he was actually a single-minded person at heart. Otherwise, how could he have given up his good marriage for a few so-called martial arts manuals?

Will he put aside decades of spiritual practice overnight and decide to return to secular life for the woman in his heart?

"Senior brother, in a few days, we will bring more people here to move this artifact back and let you study it slowly. I believe that you will be able to make it shine again."

"Yes, Brother Zhizhi (Yuhan is Wang Fan's woman, so she is naturally called Wang Fan). At least the legendary artifact appears here today. It is already a miracle. Its appearance has confirmed a lot of the truth.

Legend has it that we should feel lucky." Yuhan was also helping the wise monk find the steps.

Since the young master and the saint have said so, it is unreasonable for me to continue to struggle. "This is the only thing I can do now." The wise monk said in despair.

"Haha, Yu Han is right. It is indeed a great blessing for our people that this legendary artifact can see the light of day again after a thousand years. This is also the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors. Here, on behalf of all our descendants, I would like to express my gratitude to our ancestors.

We salute and thank our ancestors for their care for our descendants." After saying that, Wang Fan actually knelt down and bowed respectfully to the pagoda.

In fact, everyone present regarded Wang Fan's move as just "a ceremony". One was to show respect for the ancestors, and it also represented the end of this "treasure hunt" operation, because in all their

In my memory, there is no record more valuable than the "Blessing Tower". Although I didn't see the miracles of the artifact this time, I still saw the true face of the thousand-year legend, so it was a worthwhile trip.

But just as Wang Fan banged his forehead against the stone slab on the ground for the last time, the divine tower suddenly shone with golden light, and the dazzling light almost made it difficult to open one's eyes.

"Damn it, you darling, why are you such a slow-responsive old guy? You don't just need these few clicks!" Wang Fan cursed secretly in his heart.

The light dissipated, and the golden light returned to the blessing tower. The signs of dried blood on it were completely absorbed, revealing the golden color of the tower again. The most amazing thing is that in the furnace underneath, in the darkness,

But there was a flickering light, as if a little flame was being stoked and lit.

Just as Wang Fan was about to get closer to see what was going on, he was grabbed by the old man Wu beside him. "Don't worry, I guess that is a bone finger of an ancestor. What is burning now is the Qi of the ancestor stored in it."

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"Cup Qi? What is that stuff?"

"Gu Qi is similar to Gu Qi. Both of them can infuse the spiritual power of the dead soul into some specific objects, and then release it under specific circumstances. However, Gu Qi is usually used by powerful ancient warriors before they pass away.

, driven in with the last internal force, and Gu Qi is the ancient insect that has been around for thousands of years. It is formed by the accumulation of the corpse Qi of hundreds of millions of dead insects over a long period of time under the combined action of a specific living environment and living habits. Although they all have

The wisdom of releasing spiritual energy is not comparable to that of these worms, so in terms of controllability, Gu Qi is much more useful than Gu Qi." Old man Wu knew that his time was running out, so he always talked about it every time he had the opportunity.

Give a continuous lecture.

"Then how much skill does it take to put one's spiritual power into an object?!"

"What's the point? In the era of ancient warriors, there were no such bizarre temptations, and they were more focused in their cultivation, so their achievements were naturally much higher than those of modern people. How can it be like now, where a holy-level rock scream is as incredible as

As far as I know, during the Jinglong Kingdom period, there were at least three god-level experts."

When mentioning Yan Ming, Old Man Wu inadvertently spoke with contempt, which is also his pride as the leader of the clan. He can tolerate being teased by Wang Fan and make some small jokes, that's because Wang Fan is

His successor is his apprentice, so he can be tolerant and even doting on him, but he has never lowered his head to anyone else, even if the other person is indeed superior to him.

Wang Fan naturally understood what he was thinking, so he just smiled and stopped asking.

The light in the cauldron is getting brighter and brighter, and you can even see the fluttering flames through the hollow carvings on the furnace door. The flames are burning straight upward, and after a while it seems to be burning something on the top of the tower.

After heating, wisps of white smoke floated out from the gaps in the carvings on the bottom layer of the tower. The white smoke had no smell at all, but the smell made people feel relaxed and happy.

"Long'er, please sit down and meditate quickly. This white smoke is very good for forging your body." Old Man Wu greeted anxiously.

Meditation is also a basic part of martial arts recuperation, and it can also recuperate and recuperate. Wang Fan is also a little tired after being busy for so many days. No matter what the use of the white smoke is, there is no harm in taking the opportunity to take a rest.

"What about me? I'm not a disciple of the Jing clan. Will it be good for me?" Liu Xin asked curiously.

"You are my Long'er's woman, and you have a skin-to-skin relationship with him. As long as you don't use those miscellaneous things during sex, and it is the most direct and pure contact between men and women, then you will naturally have experienced the pain.

With the baptism of Yazhen clan blood, this white smoke will naturally have an effect on you."

Before the chattering old man Wu finished his words, Liu Xin blushed and hid on the other side of Wang Fan, closed her eyes and locked her mouth, pretending to be sitting up. She just asked casually, does this bad old man need it?
Chapter completed!