Chapter 182: Soul Returning Incense and Soul Nourishing Grass
Looking at the disappearing colorful clouds, Lu Changsheng's Yanghun felt weak.
The blood sword dissipated and his mind returned to the golden lake. Lu Changsheng's Yang Soul immediately returned to his body. He did not pursue it because his mind swept across it and there was no trace of Mao Xiaojian for miles around.
"Damn it!" Lu Changsheng, who was leaning on the smoking spot, suddenly opened his eyes and spat.
"Master, this Mao Xiaojian should be from the evil sect!" Xiao Hei's voice suddenly appeared.
"Why do you see it? Do you know what that colorful cloud was? It can actually make thunder!" Lu Changsheng was not afraid of that colorful cloud.
Both the untransformed Yin soul and the transformed Yang soul were afraid of thunder. The first thunder struck Lu Changsheng very weak, but the second thunder was fortunately blocked by the sword light formed by his mind.
If the power of the woman in the painting had not been deliberately chosen, Lu Changsheng would have been beaten to pieces.
But now Lu Changsheng's Yang Soul has been weakened by the split. If it weren't for the golden lake, he might not even be able to use his thoughts now. This shows how much damage the thunder has done to the Yang Soul. It was replaced by the Yin Soul that had not been transformed before.
, I guess my soul has long since passed away.
Fortunately, the first thunderbolt was blocked by the Vajra Indestructible Talisman and the Armor Talisman, otherwise Mao Xiaojian's next sword would have to split his Yang Soul.
"That is the Divine Thunder Cloud, which belongs to the unique secret method of the Miaoshou Kongkong Sect." Xiao Hei explained, "This Miaoshou Kongkong Sect has a single lineage. Every disciple is both good and evil, but the righteous way classifies them as evil sects.
, because the kung fu they practice is extremely unique. Not only do they have the invisible and empty hands of the big thief, but the divine thunder cloud is even more shocking. Not only can they emit thunder, but they can also escape instantly when they are defeated!"
"Damn it!" Lu Changsheng's heart was trembling, "Why did I have to meet this guy!"
"However, master doesn't need to be afraid next time you meet him, because he used thunder twice in a row, and his situation may be worse than you!" Xiao Hei said with a gloomy smile, "Moreover, master, you also got Qianmen.
Qishu, there are some wonderful empty-handed skills in this book. I guess Mao Xiaojian’s heart is filled with regret now, he thought he could kill you, but he didn’t expect that you have more trump cards than him.”
"When I recover my Yang Soul, I'll settle the score with him!" Lu Changsheng said angrily.
"Master, you cannot use the Fire Python Blood Crystal to recover, otherwise it will cause more terrible harm to the Yang Soul!" Xiao Hei suddenly reminded.
"Why?" Lu Changsheng asked strangely, "If we don't use the Fire Python Blood Crystal to recover, I'm afraid this injury won't be cured for several months!"
"Thunder is a thing of heavenly punishment. Although the thunder in the divine thunder cloud is not terrible, it is still thunder. It has a restraining effect on the Yang soul. If it is restored by the most Yang thing such as the fire python blood crystal, it will be equal to
Adding fuel to the fire." Xiao Hei explained, "The master should be thankful that this Mao Xiaojian's cultivation level is not high. If he were to trigger the real thunder of heaven and earth, then the master would probably have no choice but to escape."
"Then what should I do? I am going to Kyoto now. If Yang Hun is always weak, how will he face those aristocratic families?" Lu Changsheng clenched his fists.
"I have no choice. After reaching the Yang Soul realm, only the Heavenly Thunder can restrain the Yang Soul. Even the ancient soul refiners did not dare to touch the Heavenly Thunder in the Yang Soul realm. They have to cultivate to at least the ninth level of Ghost King before they can face it.
Against the sky thunder, under the sky thunder, you can transform into ghosts and immortals." Xiao Hei said, "If you encounter the sky thunder in the realm of Yang Soul or Reincarnation, the Yang Soul will be seriously injured and can only be nourished by the body, or in other words, the master will find the soul nourishing grass.
Use the soul-returning incense to refine the soul-nourishing pill!"
"Soul-nourishing grass? Soul-restoring fragrance?" Lu Changsheng looked confused.
"Soul-nourishing grass grows in extremely yin places and can warm and nourish the soul, while the soul-returning incense is a legendary thing. It is recorded in "Ten Continents" that it is also a spiritual thing. The fragrance can be smelled for hundreds of miles, and dead bodies are lying on the ground.
"Smell the breath and you are alive." Xiao Hei said, "It means that as long as the dead smell the soul-reviving fragrance, they can be resurrected. Even if they become skeletons, they can regenerate new flesh. And these two things are refined from
The soul-nourishing pill is the holy healing medicine for soul refiners, and it is also the best thing for Yang souls to survive the thunder tribulation and transform into ghosts and immortals!"
"Hmm!" Lu Changsheng suddenly thought of something.
Because he had seen it in a medical book in the school library. He didn't know about the soul-nourishing grass, but the legend of the soul-reviving incense was true.
It originated from the time when Emperor Wu of the ancient Han Dynasty paid tribute to three pieces of soul-returning incense from the Yuezhi Kingdom in the Western Regions. They were as big as swallow eggs and as black as mulberry trees. It is said that burning this incense will cause the sick to wake up immediately after smelling it, and they will live if they smoke it.
In the past, Lu Changsheng thought that this was just a legend and could not be taken seriously. Now that Xiao Hei mentioned it, Lu Changsheng became interested. However, he also knew that this kind of thing was a spiritual creature, just like the ten thousand year stalactite, which could only be encountered but not sought.
"There should be soul-nurturing grass in some ancient tombs that are thousands of years old. If the owner can go to the Yuezhi Kingdom and find the tomb of the king of the Yuezhi Kingdom, maybe he can also find the soul-restoring incense!" Xiao Hei came up with another idea.
"You mean you want me to rob tombs?" Lu Changsheng was speechless. Even if he was really willing to rob tombs, it had been so many years since the Han Dynasty and the Yuezhi Kingdom had long since ceased to exist.
"Other than that, there is no other way." Xiao Hei said with a smile, "If you can't find it, the master can only use your body to warm the Yang Soul. The Master has a lake to save the mind, so as long as the soul does not fly away,
, it will recover sooner or later."
Lu Changsheng was speechless. Even if he found these two things, how could he make an elixir? And he didn't think he could find such an elusive thing.
"Sooner or later, how long will it take for recovery?" Lu Changsheng asked again.
"It can take as little as one year, or as long as ten years." Xiao Hei said, "During this period, the master can use a small part of his mind, but the soul must not come out of the shell, otherwise there is a danger of the soul flying away at any time, because the master just deliberately
The power of the woman in the painting, so the damage is very huge, was not meant for Yang Hun to use."
"Do you really want me to wait ten years for a gentleman to take revenge?" Lu Changsheng was unwilling to give in, but he had no choice.
"However, when the Yang Soul has not recovered, the master can concentrate on refining his Qi, or he can also use the Fire Python Blood Crystal to refine his body." Xiao Hei said.
Lu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. At least he could still use a small part of his mind, and he was still a Qi Refiner, so he would not be helpless in the face of the enemy.
If he had known that Mao Xiaojian was so powerful, he would not have underestimated the enemy so much.
"There are so many masters in this world!" Lu Changsheng sighed and walked back to the carriage.
"Where have you been? It's been so long since you came back." Gu Ling asked curiously. She was very worried when Lu Changsheng was away.
"I chatted with the old man for a few words and wanted to learn some tricks from him, but unfortunately he refused to teach me." Lu Changsheng shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Oh." Gu Ling nodded, "By the way, did you hear the thunder just now?"
"Uh... I heard it, what's wrong?" Lu Changsheng said calmly.
"Isn't it strange that there is thunder in broad daylight, and the sky is clear and clear?" Gu Ling was a little worried, "Moreover, the temperature seemed to have dropped just now, as if, as if...
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Thinking of the fight between him and Mao Xiaojian just now, Lu Changsheng laughed out loud and said, "What are you thinking about? There are so many weird things in this world."
While speaking, Lu Changsheng stroked Gu Ling's hair. Gu Ling immediately turned his head with a blushing face and leaned against the window not knowing what to think.
"Young man, please don't believe in evil. It's a bolt from the blue. This is a sign of a severe drought." Jiang Yun, who was sitting opposite, said.
"Superstitious!" Jiang Xiaodie retorted, "Even if there is a severe drought, isn't it possible to make artificial rainfall with current technology?"
Jiang Yun hesitated to speak, but finally fell silent.
Lu Changsheng didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes and thought, reading two books at the same time. For him now, every improvement in strength is a point. After all, he is going to Kyoto and facing China.
Big family.
Although he can't use the Yang Soul, he at least still has Xiao Hei. The Dingjia magic is added to Xiao Hei and is equally powerful.
At this time, on a mountain not far from where Lu Changsheng and the others were fighting, an old Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged on the ground recovering from his injuries. There was no blood on his face, and the Taoist robes on his body were covered with mud, making him look extremely miserable.
"Why is this guy, Yang Hun, so powerful!" This person is none other than Mao Xiaojian.
His surprise was no less than that of Lu Changsheng, in fact it was much greater. The reason why he came to follow Lu Changsheng was because he was sure of Lu Changsheng, but he did not expect that Lu Changsheng had more trump cards than him.
The last sword strike made him tremble with fear. If it hadn't been for the divine thunder cloud, he might have died by Lu Changsheng's sword.
"What kind of Cun Situ is he practicing to actually produce such a terrifying force!" Mao Xiaojian was still frightened by that kind of force. He originally thought he could kill Lu Changsheng, but he almost didn't kill him, "No,
I will never seek revenge on you until the day after tomorrow."
Mao Xiaojian took out a jade box from the cloth bag. There was a drop of pure white ten thousand year stone stalactite in the jade box. He smiled again. Although he was seriously injured now, at least he got such a drop of ten thousand year stone.
stalactite.
"It's a pity that this drop of ten-thousand-year-old stalactite will probably be wasted." Mao Xiaojian shook his head again and used Thunder Drop twice in a row, which consumed a lot of his energy, especially the second time, which almost sucked him away.
Done.
If he had been a step too late at that time, I'm afraid his end would have been very miserable. Originally, this drop of ten thousand-year-old stalactite could definitely allow him to achieve breakthroughs, but now it can only treat his injuries.
The biggest loss was the loss of those two books. Ding Jia didn't know how to practice soul training, but the Thousand Sects of Magic Book was an inheritance inherited from their masterful masters.
"Fortunately, I tore up the last few pages, otherwise he would have learned the divine thunder cloud, and there would be no chance for revenge." Mao Xiaojian said happily, "Boy, just wait, I will definitely come to find you.
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When Lu Changsheng woke up from his thoughts, it was already dark, the lights on the train had been turned on, and the sound of chatting had gradually faded away.
What left him speechless was that Gu Ling was leaning on his shoulder at this time, with a smile on her face, and she was obviously asleep...