"Humph, that's just my self-effacing statement. I have already developed a way to resurrect the dead. It's not a corpse slave, it's definitely not a corpse slave. It's a real resurrection, not a corpse slave..." The old woman suddenly became blabbering.
He got up and kept emphasizing that he resurrected people, not turned them into corpse slaves.
This seems very important to her.
She was chanting "Not a corpse slave" in her mouth. She stepped out and her body turned into a gust of cold wind and disappeared.
Just disappeared without a trace
Ning Xiaochuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. If Princess Lanfei hadn't been standing far away, he would have suspected that everything he just saw was an illusion.
Ning Xiaochuan walked up to Princess Lanfei and was about to touch the tip of her nose with his finger to see if she was breathing.
Is it real life? Or fake death?
"Shua"
A cold light flashed in Princess Lanfei's eyes, her pupils turned around, martial arts profound energy spurted out from her body, and she struck Ning Xiaochuan with a palm.
"Bang"
Ning Xiaochuan slapped her in the face, his arm numbed slightly, then quickly backed away, staring at her in shock, was he really alive?
"How come this princess appears here? Who are you?" Princess Lanfei stared at Ning Xiaochuan with some coldness and arrogance, her eyes were very sharp and she had the nobility of a royal girl.
Every part of her body seemed normal. She had a heartbeat, body temperature, thinking, and breathing. There was no difference between her and a living person.
"Amnesia?" Ning Xiaochuan asked.
"Da da"
Footsteps sounded.
After Yu Qianqian and Murong Wushuang killed the six martial arts masters, they rushed over and stood on both sides of Ning Xiaochuan, staring at Princess Lanfei with eager eyes.
Murong Wushuang said in a low voice: "Your Highness, the princess has such a high level of cultivation? Brother Chuan, you can't even take her down."
Princess Lan Fei stared at Yu Qianqian with some doubts, with a cold light in her eyes, and said: "Yu Qianqian, you are actually here? The Holy One has long suspected that your Grand Jinpeng Palace has the intention to rebel. It seems that it is indeed the case.
.You sent these two minions to capture me here, right? Where is this place?"
What's going on?
Yu Qianqian stared at Ning Xiaochuan with questioning eyes, as if to say, what did you do to her?
Ning Xiaochuan looked very innocent and spread his hands, indicating that he was quite confused, so he quietly told them what had just happened.
After hearing the whole story, Murong Wushuang suddenly felt terrified. He kept looking around and said, "Brother Chuan, you don't know how to fight ghosts, do you?"
Yu Qianqian shook her head solemnly and said: "Perhaps that old woman is really a great spiritual master. She used some kind of mystical medicine to reconnect Princess Lanfei's head.
Go back. But her head left her body and her consciousness died, causing Princess Lanfei to lose her memory for several months, or even several years. Perhaps her memory now stays a few years ago, and she doesn’t even know that she came
I’m taking the assessment of the Heavenly Emperor’s Academy.”
"The mind-nurturing technique of bringing back the dead, isn't this too exaggerated?" Murong Wushuang said in surprise.
Yu Qianqian said: "I once heard Master say that as long as a person has not died for a long time and the body mechanism has not completely died, it is possible to survive. However, even if the person is at Master's level,
You cannot bring people back to life. Bringing people back to life is a topic that all great mind-cultivators are studying."
"Even Master Huo can't bring him back to life. I'm afraid no one in the Yulan Empire has that ability." Ning Xiaochuan said.
"That's not necessarily true. There are many hermit masters in Yulan Empire, maybe..." Yu Qianqian suddenly stopped, turned around, and saw an ugly old woman standing behind her, staring at her with a pair of
Deeply sunken eyes stared at her.
This old woman is as ugly as an old ghost
To be exact, uglier than a ghost
Yu Qianqian rolled her eyes and fainted from fright.
Ning Xiaochuan didn't notice when the ugly old woman came back again? She was like a ghost, floating here and there again.
Murong Wushuang's legs swayed in fear, and she kept trembling.
The ugly old woman said in a hoarse voice: "Who is Master Huo in your mouth?"
Ning Xiaochuan said: "Master of Jinpeng Yangxin Palace, Huo Shidao"
"No wonder you two little boys have reached the level of an intermediate mind-cultivator at such a young age. It turns out that you are his disciples. Since you are his disciples, I will let you live today." The old woman said.
Murong Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That's good, that's good. It turns out we are an acquaintance. It scared me to death. Old lady, you are wandering around slowly in the forest. Let's leave first."
"Wait, who said I'll let you go now?" The old woman's tone was a little sinister, she stared at Ning Xiaochuan and said, "Go to the Extraterrestrial Demonic Palace on the top of the mountain and help me get something out, and I will let you live."
"Me?" Ning Xiaochuan said.
"That's right, it's you, and her." The old woman pointed her deflated finger at Princess Lanfei, who was standing motionless in the distance.
The moment the old woman appeared, Princess Lanfei's eyes became dull, motionless, and she did not give out a breath.
Ning Xiaochuan also felt that Princess Lanfei's state was quite strange, perhaps related to the "half-corpse slave" the old woman said, and said: "Why should I listen to your instructions?"
The old woman said coldly: "Because you don't listen to my instructions, all of you will die. Go to the Demon Palace on the top of the mountain and take out an ancient alchemy cauldron for me. If you don't bring the elixir within five days,
Ding comes to see me, then I will make them both into corpse slaves."
After saying this, the old woman took Yu Qianqian and Murong Wushuang away and disappeared into the dark night.
After the old woman left, Princess Lanfei's eyes regained their luster and her energy became full. She stared at Ning Xiaochuan and said, "Who are you? Why did the master ask me to follow you to the magic palace on the top of the mountain to get the ancient alchemy cauldron?"
"Ning Xiaochuan"
After Ning Xiaochuan said this, he rushed straight towards the top of the mountain.
Princess Lanfei followed Ning Xiaochuan closely, with a confused look on her delicate and beautiful cheeks. She glanced at Ning Xiaochuan from time to time, as if she was trying to remember something?
This Blood Mountain is very tall. It passes through dense forests, walks through mountain streams, climbs cliffs, and crosses plank roads. The mountain road is quite dangerous, and there is a cliff of ten thousand feet at the foot. It doesn't feel like climbing a mountain, it feels like climbing to the sky.
At noon the next day, Ning Xiaochuan climbed to the second highest point of the Blood Mountain. Looking up, he could already see the magnificent Demon Palace, the navy blue palace walls, the dark red divine pillars, and the lifeless hall.
.
On the top of the palace, on the blue-black ancient high platform, you can vaguely see several Yin soldiers wearing armor standing on it, holding war weapons in their hands, as if they want to fight for nine days to penetrate the sky.
We are still one day away from the Demon Palace, but we can already faintly hear the roars coming from the Demon Palace. There are the souls of the dead who have been dead for many years, screaming inside. There are dragons who have fallen in the Demon Palace, and their spirits are still immortal.
The closer you get to the top of the Blood Mountain, the more frightening it becomes. It feels like you are heading towards hell step by step.
"No wonder she didn't go to the Demon Palace to get the ancient alchemy cauldron. This is simply not a place where people should come."
Ning Xiaochuan walked forward bravely, while Princess Lanfei followed him. There was no fear on her face, as if she had become a corpse slave without the ability to think of her own.
Ning Xiaochuan didn't know that the reason why the ugly old woman didn't dare to go to the Demon Palace on the top of the mountain was because the Demon Palace carried a power that did not belong to this world. The higher the martial arts cultivation level, the more suppressed the power of the Demon Palace would be.
.On the contrary, only warriors in the divine body realm can fully display their strength.
Therefore, the higher your cultivation level, the more dangerous it is to break into the Demon Palace.
I don’t know how long I walked until I saw a man carrying a heavy sword on a dangerous mountain road.
This man is very young, thin, with a hair crown on his head. His long hair is like steel wires, and he carries a dark heavy sword on his back.
The sword didn't know how heavy it was, so that every step he took would leave a deep footprint on the ground.
When Ning Xiaochuan found him, he turned around, stared at Ning Xiaochuan, and said flatly: "Did you also pass through the five-color miasma forest and come to the depths of the Fire Demon Mountain Range?"
Ning Xiaochuan immediately thought of the giant trees he saw in the jungle yesterday that were chopped off with a sword. Could it be that the terrible sword was struck by the man in front of him?
He must have relied on his strong cultivation to pass through the five-color miasma forest and come here.
It's best not to get close to people of this level.
Ning Xiaochuan gave a friendly smile: "Jiange Hou Mansion, Ning Xiaochuan."
"Famous Sheep." He said lightly, and then continued walking towards the top of the Blood Mountain, one step at a time, as if he was tempering his body with the heavy sword on his back.
Ning Xiaochuan was quite jealous of this man. He sensed a dangerous aura from him, so he stayed far behind him.
He stopped to rest, and Ning Xiaochuan also stopped.
He moved forward, and Ning Xiaochuan also moved forward slowly.
He ignored Ning Xiaochuan, only occasionally looked towards the top of the mountain, and continued to practice hard.
It was not until nightfall that we reached the top of the mountain.
The man named "Famous Sheep" was sitting cross-legged on the edge of a steep cliff practicing, holding a heavy sword in his hand and stabbing into the air constantly.
Stab out a series of sword waves, causing the air to spread like ripples.
Looking from a distance, it was like a huge mirror was floating in front of him. Every time the heavy sword penetrated the mirror, the mirror would create circles of ripples.
"What is he about?" Princess Lanfei asked.
"Sword practice"
Ning Xiaochuan's face was solemn and he said: "This should be a terrifying magical power. Once they enter the range covered by his sword energy, I am afraid that even ten people with our level of cultivation will be shocked to death by the sword energy wave.
"
Princess Lanfei is actually quite normal. You can't even tell that she is a half-corpse slave. She has long black and shiny hair, her muscles are made of jade and her bones are made of autumn water. Her lips are red and translucent and full, and her chest is round and supports a charming arc.
Very natural.
Perhaps, she is truly alive because she also has her own thoughts.
Princess Lan Fei exuded a faint fragrance, her beautiful eyes stared at Ning Xiaochuan, and said: "Then what should we do now? Are we just going to watch him enter the Demon Palace first, in case he takes away the ancient alchemy cauldron?"