Now that things have come to this point, there is no room for maneuver.
A lotus petal-like magic boat floated out from the depths of a Dharma hall of the ancient sect of the old ancient sect. The Nascent Soul monk who was driving the boat looked extremely unwilling and helpless.
Behind him, the strange figure who could make spiritual roots and medicine liquid mentioned by the bald monk was the drunkard who left the fishing village with the teacher.
The drunkard looked extremely depressed and looked miserable.
"Is this person?"
The bald monk glanced at him and immediately got the answer. He was in a hurry, but he was not anxious at this time. He glanced at the drunkard and asked, "How did this person make spiritual root medicine liquid?"
At this time, the Emperor Xuanding Tianzun had already convinced himself in his heart. He felt that he could only send away a plague god, so he sighed, clicked the wine gourd hanging on the drunkard, and said, "This wine
The gourd is very mysterious. It is filled with wine every day. It is just ordinary wine on weekdays, but the wine will be different every seven days. It seems to be the same as usual, but the spiritual liquid inside can make the monks.
Brewing spiritual roots. And what is very strange is that if this wine gourd leaves this person, it will not produce wine, let alone brewing this spiritual liquid."
When he said these words, he was worried that the bald monk would not believe it, but what surprised him was that the bald monk just pondered slightly and then asked: "Then can this gourd spiritual liquid make a monk form spiritual roots?"
"The effect of the spiritual liquid inside this gourd is not exactly the same." Xuanding Tianzun sighed and said, "Sometimes, a gourd medicine liquid can directly make a cultivator with great talent directly brew a spiritual root, but sometimes the medicine liquid can only
It makes people condense into half of the spiritual root, and what is very strange is that the spiritual root attributes of this medicine liquid are not exactly the same. Sometimes this medicine liquid can condense into a fire spiritual root, and sometimes it can condense into a water spirit.
The roots are seven or eight times different, but they may not be different every time. Sometimes if the medicinal power is insufficient to make people directly condense into a spiritual root, we will wait until the next time we condense the same medicine liquid.
When they are combined, they can form a spiritual root."
While listening to his story, the bald monk looked at the drunkard intently. As soon as he finished speaking, the bald monk nodded and reached out to grab the drunkard beside him. The next scene made all the ancient sects of the ageless.
All the monks were stunned.
I saw the bald monk take out a pocket from his sleeve. This pocket seemed to be just an ordinary linen pocket, but he put it on his head. This pocket obviously only fits his head, but in the next moment, he and
The drunkard suddenly formed a whirlwind. The whirlwind rolled up, as if it was shrinking into a beam and pierced directly into the void. The bald monk and the drunkard were completely gone, and there was no trace of any unique energy of the space method at the scene.
"What kind of magic weapon is this?"
"What is the origin of this person?"
Both Heavenly Venerables were dumbfounded. Logically speaking, they had heard of any famous space magic weapon in the cultivation world, but this space magic weapon of this little monk was not recorded at all.
The most important thing is that at this time, the mountain gate of the Bulao Ancient Sect was still in a state of intercepting energy. Logically speaking, almost all space magic weapons could not be used smoothly, but the magic weapon sacrificed by the little monk seemed to be unhindered at all.
If you want to leave, and with the incredible combat power, the moment these two heavenly priests came to their senses, their vests were sweating in cold sweat.
They just feel that it is fortunate that they do not have to use the power of the entire sect to siege this person, otherwise even if this person is defeated, they can still use this magic weapon to escape. Then if he comes back to take revenge at that time, then the old ancient sect will be really in danger.
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After several breaths, a whirlwind appeared in a cloud hundreds of miles away, and the figures of bald monks and drunkards appeared inside.
The moment the drunkard came to his senses, he found himself stepping on the transparent clouds. The mountains and forests below looked extremely small. He immediately screamed in horror, "The immortal master let me have a way out."
"Don't worry, I don't want your life." The bald monk smiled slightly, "And I will treat you a hundred times better than them. They will definitely imprison you, for fear that others will see you, but you can at least follow me with me
Traveling, and after a while I might figure it out, I will let you go."
"Really?" The drunkard screamed in surprise. He subconsciously wanted to bow, but looking at the void beneath his feet, he didn't dare to bow down.
"Don't worry, I'll use the escape method to take you, you can't fall down." The bald monk took off the wine gourd hanging beside the drunkard. He pulled out the wine plug, looked inside, and stuffed it with the wine plug,
Hand the wine gourd to the drunkard.
The drunkard looked at him as if he was really easy to talk to, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Saint Monk is merciful. Is my wine gourd really as strange as those immortal masters said?"
"Holy Monk?" The bald monk laughed suddenly, "This title is fresh, how could you think of it?"
The drunkard suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart. The original truth was that the name of this holy monk was heard from some storytellers by the teacher, but he had thought before that if he had some problems, then the teacher might have some problems.
Naturally, he didn't know where the teacher was, but listening to the bald monk's laughter, all he thought about was to protect the teacher and not to implicate the teacher.
So he immediately said, "I saw this title in the caves of those immortal masters. Some of them can read books, and this title is inside."
"Do they have some old books?" The bald monk naturally didn't know that he was talking nonsense, "Do they also think you are a person left over from the old era?"
"What kind of figure left over from the old era?" The drunkard was stunned and an inexplicable chill surged in his heart.
The bald monk smiled faintly and said, "Tell me, how did they deal with you after you fell into their hands, and what did they do to you?"
The drunkard felt even colder, and he didn't dare to make up, saying, "I have told me the truth about my origin, but they seemed to not believe it. According to what they said, they went to investigate the fishing village where I was, but they said it was fundamentally
I can't find the fishing village I mentioned. Then they shine on me with all kinds of strange lights. Every time I am confused for a long time, sometimes I feel like my head is cut open. Sometimes they don't know what to do to me, I
I felt like countless fine needles were pierced into my body and wandered around.”
"It seems that I have used many methods of searching gods on you, and used methods to explore the qi, blood and bones in your body." The bald monk said disdainfully, "It was impossible for you to exist, so you could not be analyzed by the monks' means.
How can the means distinguish your laws?"
"I..." The drunken ghost's face turned pale, "Holy monk, do you mean something strange about me?"
The bald monk nodded directly and said, "There is nothing strange about this wine gourd. As long as you know the method, you can brew that kind of medicine without the wine gourd. Of course, you are the weird ones."
The drunkard suddenly felt a huge fear in his heart, and he said tremblingly: "The Holy Monk saves me."
"What are you saving you? You are not a monster." The bald monk smiled and said, "You are just a fixed person in the early days of the cultivation world."
While he was talking, the bald monk was not idle either. He repeatedly sacrificed the unique space magic weapon. The whirlwind kept surging. The drunkard had been brewing for a long time. When he didn't know how to ask, the bald monk had already brought him a piece of cake.
The deserted land filled with clouds, looking down from the sky, there are broken walls and broken coffins, which look like a huge mass grave.
"Um?"
The bald monk just looked down, but his face changed drastically, "Someone took the lead, earlier than me..."
(Moving today, I don’t have time to write, the number of words is slightly smaller, and the third update tomorrow)