Chapter 62 Thousands of Years of Spiritual Consciousness
"Come here, my child."
The white mist in front of me suddenly dispersed, and a quaint small courtyard appeared in front of me, with an antique wooden cabin, a low fence, and a towering tree in the middle of the courtyard.
Under the big tree is a wooden table, and sitting at the wooden table is a white-haired man.
The white-haired man had his back to Gu Yuli, and his face could not be seen, but his voice sounded a little hollow, not like the voice of a real person.
The winged bird struggled to stand up and screamed shrilly at Gu Yuli. This was a warning to her not to get close to this quaint little courtyard.
The white mist dispersed, and the undulating ground beneath my feet turned out to be pits of various sizes. These pits were all destroyed by some kind of magic. There were white powder scattered around the pits, and green will-o'-the-wisps floating around, just like an ancient castle.
On Qingshi Street, the one who once harassed Xuanyuan Ba was exactly the same.
The quaint little courtyard is completely different from the gloomy outside.
The white-haired man was sitting with his back to the courtyard door, looking very thin.
"Why don't you come in?" The man spoke again, but never turned around: "I have anything you want here."
Gu Yuli was unmoved, she carefully observed the surrounding environment.
Where there seems to be no danger, there are often huge crises hidden.
The more you get to this time, the more careful you should be.
"Sister?" Talang's voice sounded in her mind.
Gu Yuli was overjoyed, and she sent a message: "Brother, are you okay?"
"Well, okay. That's almost it." Treading's voice stopped for a while and then sounded again: "The atmosphere here feels familiar. Please let me out first."
Ta Lang had been recovering from his injuries in the 'No-Self Void Source' for several months, and he briefly regained consciousness. Gu Yuli told him about his situation, and naturally had nothing to hide about the 'No-Self Void Source'.
A burst of white light flashed, and Ta Lang's figure gradually appeared in front of Gu Yuli's eyes.
The tall and straight young man had bright eyes and his wounds had healed. He looked at the quaint wooden courtyard in front of him and the white-haired man sitting under the big tree with his back to them.
It was this man. The aura on his body gave him a very strange feeling, with some strange attraction, which made him want to get closer involuntarily.
"Sister, that man is a little weird." Talang said softly.
Gu Yuli nodded. It must be a bit weird to appear in the depths of the ancient medicine garden in such a posture. She even suspected that the small courtyard in front of her was just an illusion and that the white-haired man did not really exist.
.
It's not impossible. There are often some large formations where treasures are buried. Most of these large formations are phantom formations plus other offensive formations.
"Since you don't come in, then I'll show up." The white-haired man seemed a little helpless in his tone. He was more popular.
The white-haired man stood up and turned around slowly.
This is an extremely handsome face, a bit more evil than the Zhu Yan I have seen before, and a bit more handsome than Dejun's charming face. The bright eyes give the whole person a kind of indifferent and indifferent look.
of bearing.
Conflicting temperaments appear in one person at the same time, causing a great visual impact.
Gu Yuli couldn't help but stare blankly.
Ta Lang was also stunned for a moment.
The white-haired man pursed his lips and smiled. He just floated towards them, that's right. He didn't just walk, he just floated.
Gu Yuli noticed this difference and blurted out: "You are not a human being."
"I am indeed not a human being." The white-haired man let his white hair fall down and floated to the door of the small courtyard. He looked at Gu Yuli and Talang with a smile: "I have been dead for thousands of years, maybe even longer, who knows?
!" The white-haired man said mockingly.
Even though he has been dead for thousands of years, his spiritual consciousness is still immortal and exists forever in the depths of this ancient medicine garden. How powerful was this white-haired man during his lifetime?
The cultivators who have entered the depths of the ancient medicine garden for hundreds of years have all died here. The white powder around the countless potholes outside the small courtyard is the bones left by these cultivators, and the green will-o'-the-wisp is their unwilling resentment.
It's amazing how a white-haired man who died thousands of years ago can suppress so many strong men with his remaining spiritual consciousness.
Who dares to underestimate such a touch of spiritual awareness?
"Two little guys, I see that you both want something."
The white-haired man looked at Gu Yuli: "Little girl, the Tianyuan Spirit Spring you want is on the wooden table over there. If you can pass the purple stamen on the left, I will give it to you."
He raised his right hand, and one of the leaves from the big tree in the courtyard flew down. On the left side of the courtyard door, it turned into a purple crystal flower, shining brightly, with seven diamond-shaped petals, each petal was crystal clear.
, people can’t help but want to touch it.
The seven petals slowly open, and the stamen in the center changes into the shape of an arched door.
Gu Yuli and Ta Lang looked at each other and knew that each other had made a decision in their hearts. No matter what kind of things were waiting for them on the road ahead, they would give it a try.
The journey of spiritual practice is inherently difficult.
If you want to be stable for the rest of your life, you don't need to take the path of spiritual practice.
"Brother, be careful."
"Don't worry, your brother and I are still waiting to marry a lovely wife next year." Talang handed Gu Yuli three clusters of white fox fur: "You should keep these things. If you encounter danger, use one.
"
Gu Yuli hummed and put away the three clusters of white fox fur. At this time, it would be pretentious to say anything about giving in.
She pursed her lips lightly and walked into the purple stamens.
Ta Lang watched Gu Yuli's figure slowly disappear, and then turned to look at the white-haired man floating at the door of the small courtyard: "Are you...also a demon spirit?"
The white-haired man frowned slightly: "Demon spirit?" Then he realized that the demon spirit the young man was talking about was probably the name that the outside world calls their group of humans. It's disgusting that they are compared to monsters.
This is simply a shame.
It is also sad to think that human beings who used to be extremely glorious and still have the blood of their ancient ancestors in their bodies have fallen to this level and call themselves demon spirits.
That period of history may have been lost.
Ta Lang looked respectful: "Senior, do you know where the biographies of the ancient ancestors are?" Since he is a demon spirit senior who has been dead for thousands of years, I am afraid he has heard of this biography.
"Why do you want this useless biography?" the white-haired man asked.
Talang's eyes were serious, and he looked completely different from his previous frivolous appearance: "I want to obtain the secrets of the ancient ancestors, seek greater power, and protect my people from being bullied by outsiders."
"I have the secret method you need here. It is a cultivation method created by the ancient Nine-Tails clan, but..." The white-haired man looked at Ta Lang: "The secret method in your mind may not be able to solve your problem."
A training method created by the ancient Kyuubi clan?
Talang's eyes lit up. What he needed was this secret method: "Senior, tell me, what should I do to meet your request?"
"It's very simple." The white-haired man pursed his lips and smiled: "As long as you pass the trial I set and agree to help me with one thing, I will give you this secret method, as well as other treasures.
Gift. However, if you give one-third of your own soul to that girl, I’m afraid you will be able to pass the test.”
Those three clusters of white fox fur are transformed from Talang's natal essence, and each cluster possesses the power of the ancient Nine Tails.
Ta Lang clenched his hands into fists hanging by his side: "No matter what, I will give it a try."
"Even if you lose your life?" the white-haired man asked.
"That's right." Talang said these two words heavily.
An inexplicable light flashed in the white-haired man's eyes: "I can bring back the three clusters of fox fur in the girl's hand to you now, do you need it?"
"No need." Talang couldn't wait any longer: "Tell me quickly, what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Don't worry, you can pass my trial first."
The white-haired man raised his right hand, and a leaf from the big tree in the middle of the yard flew down and fell outside the yard, next to the purple stamens, forming a huge fire lion. The lion opened its mouth wide, and there was fire all over its body.
It's red, and you can feel the burning temperature standing next to it.
Ta Lang didn't wait for the white-haired man to say anything. He punched his fist and jumped into the fire lion's open mouth. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the huge fire lion's mouth.
The entrance to the small courtyard.
"He is really impatient. It seems that he has suffered a lot." The white-haired man smiled slightly and waved his right hand. The last leaf from the big tree flew down and landed on the head of the winged bird.
It didn't take long for the winged bird to regain its freedom.
It spread its wings and flew around the white-haired man, chirping dissatisfiedly, asking him why he wasted his little energy on giving these two outsiders a chance.
To activate a trial secret realm, at least the white-haired man's spiritual consciousness must be consumed, and it will stay here for ten years, which is twenty years for two people.
The winged bird only wanted to be by the white-haired man's side. For thousands of years, under this special cave-heaven law, its cultivation level did not improve at all, but instead became weaker and weaker.
Even so, it only wants to stay here, accompanying the white-haired man, and will never let outsiders pollute this quaint little courtyard.
This is the last place where it lives with the white-haired man.
"Yi'er, you're fooling around again."
"I hope they won't let me down this time. Yi'er, you can't delay anymore. It's time to go out. If any of them succeed, just let them go."
The winged bird shook its head vigorously, spread its wings, and hit the emerald wine glass on the wooden table.
"Bang!"
A ray of white light hit the winged bird, and the winged bird was ejected directly, hitting a big tree, and then fell to the ground. The winged bird chirped sadly.
The white-haired man turned his back to it: "It's time for you to go." After saying that, he disappeared in front of the wooden table and disappeared.
In a quaint little courtyard.
The white winged bird circled lonely around the big tree, making bursts of mournful calls.
In the purple stamens, there is a trial fantasy.
While Gu Yuli was walking, purple stone bricks were paved under her feet, forming a bridge that extended far ahead. The surrounding area was surrounded by white mist, making it difficult to see what was there. Only the road ahead was very clear.
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