Chapter 272: The Seven Meridians of the Heavenly Bone
The green light is hazy, and you can see the depth in the darkness.
I saw a huge altar immersed in a green mist.
The platform is more than a hundred feet high, with five floors stacked on top, evenly divided into seven areas, and seven blood stone bridges stretching down. It is soaring in the clouds and mist, magnificent and spectacular.
A gurgling green mist lingers on each altar, which is quiet and strange, as if it is a ghost.
At this moment, Bai Yunsheng's heart was trembling and he was stunned. He had only seen such a weird altar in his life. It seemed like an exquisite blood tower made of ice.
"Sir, this is the inheritance place of the Eternal Life Palace, the Tiangu Pond."
Ayuan waved his sleeves, "Hoo!" The invisible wind blew away the mist lingering on the altar, and a shocking scene suddenly came into view. On each layer of the ice altar, there was actually a statue sitting cross-legged.
Honor the white withered bones!
Ayuan's face was like stone, and he continued to say stiffly:
"There are twenty-nine relics on the Heavenly Bone Altar. Each level above and below is divided into seven veins. Following the seven beggars from the West, the Seven Cultivation Methods of the Third Era were passed down from the Eternal Life Palace. The first four levels of relics are divided by realms.
From bottom to top, what the young master needs now is the first level, the soul refining level. The remains of this level are all gathered and condensed by the most outstanding Tianying position masters in the history of Changsheng Palace. They are also the inheritors of the Seven Meridians.
, sit here and pass away, and inject the essence of your cultivation into your bones."
Bai Yunsheng was stunned for a moment and said dullly: "Then why is the fifth floor empty?"
He remembered that there was nothing on the top of the altar when it first fell.
A Yuan said: "This old slave doesn't know, because no one in the Eternal Life Palace can climb to the top of Tiangu Pool."
Bai Yunsheng was stunned for a moment and said: "Then... what should I do?"
Ayuan ignored Bai Yunsheng's stupidity and said to himself:
"Since ancient times, the Heavenly Bone Pond has only been open to genius disciples with extremely strong talents in the clan. There is a time barrier in the Bone Pond, which lasts for ten days in the pond and one day outside. The young master must break through to the late stage of the Great Camp and the Blue Spirit Realm.
You only need to choose one of them, and if it can withstand the power in the bones, it will be a success. However, this requires extremely high talent and will of the inheritor, and countless heroes have been wiped out in the Palace of Eternal Life."
"Later stage of the camp, blue soul realm..."
Bai Yunsheng kept saying something. In the past few years, he had always wanted to reach this state in Jinluan Daze, but all his efforts had been fruitless. Unexpectedly, the Palace of Eternal Life had already prepared everything for his disciples.
The secret of breakthrough was right in front of him, but Bai Yunsheng suddenly hesitated, frowned and said worriedly: "Ayuan, according to what you said, the bones of many ancestors are condensed with their cultivation, how can I bear it?"
A Yuanding said: "Young Master is too worried. The sect has long had an iron rule that each relic can only be passed down to seven disciples at most. Moreover, when the inheritor passes away, no matter how high or low he is at that time, he must cultivate himself to the level of
Return them several times to stabilize the power within the bones."
"Oh, that's it."
Bai Yunsheng nodded suddenly, put aside the last trace of hesitation, and geared up to accept the inheritance with anticipation.
A Yuan said: "I still want to remind you, the way of the Great Camp and the way of Lan Po will cause the pain of peeling off the bones and flesh, and the pain is far from comparable to the previous situation."
"call!"
Bai Yunsheng took a deep breath and nodded seriously.
He was never afraid of pain; the only thing he feared was loss, and he had nothing to lose now.
Ayuan was indifferent to Bai Yunsheng's solemnity. He waved his hand and roared, and saw a stone platform rising from the flat stone in front of the two people, with a compass-like pattern carved on it.
"Young Master, this is a vein stone. If you attach karma to the pulse plate, you will know which vein is suitable for you to practice."
After A Yuan finished speaking, he bowed and stepped aside. Bai Yunsheng stepped forward obediently, hanging a stone in his right palm, with traces of karma oozing around the pulse plate.
I saw that the pulse plate had absorbed all the black energy, and a chaotic light pattern appeared. The light pattern flashed down, and the Tiangu Pond, which had been silent for countless years, suddenly emitted bursts of green divine light.
In the divine light, a blood bridge to the northwest of the altar shone brightly and dazzlingly.
"Sir, the Li pulse has been opened."
A Yuan was not as surprised as an ordinary person should be, and his tone was as if he was reciting the words in a book.
"Limai?"
"The seven Kunlun meridians are Ren, Du, Chong, Ji, Wei, Gu, and Li. The two Ren and Du meridians govern the royal path, the two Chongji meridians govern the attacking path, the two Wei Gu meridians govern the guarding path, and the Li meridians govern the golden path. Each of the seven meridians of longevity has its own merits.
, the stronger the inheritance, the higher the talent of the inheritor is required. Among the seven lineages, the Ren and Du lines are the strongest. The successive sect leaders of the Changsheng Palace are basically the successors of these two lines, but the sect master of Xiqiwu also inherited the Li lineage.
"
Bai Yunsheng was confused by A Yuan's explanation as if he was studying.
"Father inherited Limai? Is this God's will?"
He thought for a moment and said, "The Li pulse is at the bottom of the seven meridians. Is it the weakest?"
He had just heard that A Yuan ranked Li Mai at the end of the seven meridians.
"The old slave is not qualified to be the inheritor, so he knows very little about the Seven Meridians. When the young master enters the bones, he will know the reason."
Ayuan was neither respectful nor fearful, and Bai Yunsheng had become accustomed to his stone statue-like face.
"Young Master can reach Limai via the Jie Yin Bridge. I am waiting here for you."
Bai Yun curled his lips boredly, as if he had eaten a piece of candy without sweetness.
After a while, he walked to the bright blood bridge, stared at the bloody bridge, and stepped on it solemnly.
"Whoosh!"
The bloody light on the bridge began to fade from the beginning, like a firework that had burned its core, passing by in the green mist, the figures disappeared, and the bridge became silent.
The pain like a stormy sea did not appear, and Bai Yunsheng stood on a single-plank bridge unexpectedly.
The water and grass under the bridge are faint, holding up jelly-like clear water. The sound of water is rustling. Looking up, there is a wooden house built on the opposite side of the wooden bridge. It is simple and neat. In front of the house, there are green grass and birds playing.
"Squeak."
The thin wooden door was opened, and a white-haired middle-aged man walked out, with a bold yet handsome face and a smile like the spring breeze blowing on his face.
"Bai Yunsheng."
Bai Yunsheng suddenly woke up and said in an unpleasant tone: "Uh... senior."
Indeed, he would never have imagined that the extremely dangerous inheritance that A Yuan mentioned was actually a fairyland with beautiful mountains and clear waters in front of him.
"Oh, the name of this body of mine is Xiqiwu."
When the man said these words, it was like the earth was shattering, and Bai Yunsheng was shaken to the point where his limbs and bones were trembling.
"Dad..."
An extremely unfamiliar and extremely exciting word squeezed out of his mouth.
However, the heat in his chest had not burned for long before a basin of cold water was poured down on him, and the figure opposite him said:
"No, you are mistaken. I am not Xi Qiwu, I just borrowed his body."
"What did you say? Who are you!?"
An unknown fire suddenly burst out, burning Bai Yunsheng's eyes and body with murderous intent.
As soon as the Seven Kills came out, he stepped in front of the strange man and pointed the sword of longevity at the man's throat.
"Young man, there is no need to be angry. I am just temporarily borrowing the body of a beggar from the West. He has already been buried in the ancestral mausoleum."
For some reason, the calm laughter of the person in front of him instantly dispelled Bai Yunsheng's raging anger, but he was still 100% vigilant and said: