The two Heavenly Lords were relatively speechless.
The matter has come to this, and there is no room for maneuver.
A Dharma boat like a lotus petal floated out from the depths of a Dharma hall of the Eternal Ancient Sect. The Nascent Soul monk driving the boat looked extremely unwilling and helpless.
Behind him, the strange figure who the bald monk said could brew spiritual root potion was the drunkard who left the fishing village with the teacher.
The drunkard looked extremely depressed and miserable.
"Is this the person?"
The bald monk glanced around and immediately got the answer. He was originally in a hurry, but at this time he was not in a hurry. He glanced at the drunkard and asked, "How does this person brew the spiritual root medicine?"
Xuanding Tianzun had already convinced himself in his heart at this time. He felt that he could only send away the god of plague at this time, so he sighed, tapped the wine gourd hanging on the drunkard's body, and said: "This wine
The gourd is very mysterious. It is filled with wine every day. On weekdays, it is just ordinary wine, but every seven days the wine will be different. 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 is away from this person, it will not produce wine, let alone brewing this kind of 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 only pondered slightly, and then asked: "Then this gourd spiritual liquid can make a monk form spiritual roots?"
"The effectiveness of the spiritual liquid in this gourd is not completely consistent." Xuanding Tianzun sighed and said: "Sometimes a gourd of liquid medicine can directly allow a monk with good talent to brew a spiritual root, but sometimes the liquid medicine can only
It can make people condense into half a spiritual root, and what is very strange is that the spiritual root properties of this liquid are not exactly the same. Sometimes this liquid can make people condense into fire spiritual roots, and sometimes it can make people condense into water spirits.
Roots are different seven or eight times out of ten, but it may not be different every time. Sometimes if the medicinal power is not enough for people to directly condense a spiritual root, we will wait until the next time to condense the same medicinal liquid.
When the time comes, we put them together, and we can actually form a spiritual root."
While the bald monk listened to his story, he looked at the drunkard intently. As soon as he finished speaking, the bald monk nodded and reached out to grab the drunkard by his side. The next scene made all the ancient immortal sects
All the monks were stunned.
I saw the bald monk take out a bag from his sleeve. This bag seemed to be just an ordinary linen bag, but he put it on his head. The bag could only hold his head, but in the next moment, he and
However, a whirlwind suddenly formed where the drunkard was. The whirlwind rolled up and seemed to shrink into a bunch and pierce directly into the void. There was no trace of the bald monk and the drunkard. There was not even any unique vitality turbulence of any space method on the scene.
"What magic weapon is this?"
"What is the origin of this person?"
The two Heavenly Lords were both dumbfounded. Logically speaking, they would have heard of all the famous space magic weapons in the world of cultivation, but there was no record of this little monk's space magic weapon at all.
The most critical thing is that at this time, the mountain gate of the Ancient Ancient Sect is still in a state of energy interception. Logically speaking, almost all space magic weapons cannot be used smoothly, but the magic weapon sacrificed by the young monk seems to be unimpeded at all.
With such a desire to leave at will, coupled with the incredible fighting power, the moment the two Heavenly Lords came back to their senses, cold sweat dripped from their vests.
They only felt that it was fortunate that they did not have to use the entire sect's strength to besiege this person. Otherwise, even if this person was defeated, he could still use this magic weapon to escape. Then if he came back from time to time to take revenge, the Ancient Immortal Sect would be really in danger.
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After a few breaths, a whirlwind magically appeared in a cloud hundreds of miles away, with figures of a bald monk and a drunkard appearing inside.
The moment the drunkard just came back to his senses, he found that he was stepping on transparent clouds, and the mountains and forests below looked extremely small. He suddenly screamed in horror, "Master Immortal, let me live."
"Don't worry, I don't want your life." The bald monk smiled slightly, "And I will definitely treat you a hundred times better than they treat you. They will definitely imprison you for fear that others will see it, but if you follow me, you can at least follow me.
Travel, and maybe after a while I will let you go after I figure it out."
"Really?" The drunkard cried out in surprise. He subconsciously wanted to kowtow, but looking at the void at his feet, he didn't dare to do so.
"Don't worry, I will use the escape method to take you. You won't fall." The bald monk casually took off the wine gourd hanging next to the drunkard. He pulled out the wine cork, looked inside, and then put the wine cork on it.
Hand the wine gourd to the drunkard.
Seeing that he seemed to be easy to talk to, the drunkard hesitated for a moment and said, "Holy Monk, Mercy, is my wine gourd really as weird as those immortal masters said?"
"Holy Monk?" The bald monk suddenly laughed, "This title is quite new, how did you think of it?"
The drunkard's heart suddenly thumped. The original truth was that he heard the name of this holy monk from some of the teacher's stories, but he had already thought before that if he had some problems, then the teacher might also have some problems?
Naturally, he didn't know the whereabouts of the teacher now, but listening to the bald monk's laughter, all he could think about was to protect the teacher and not to implicate the teacher.
So he immediately said: "I saw this kind of title in the caves of those immortal masters. They have some books that have this kind of title in them."
"Do they have some ancient books from the old days?" The bald monk naturally didn't know what he was talking about. "Do they also think that you are a character left over from the old era?"
"What character is left over from the old era?" The drunkard was suddenly stunned, with an inexplicable chill in his heart.
The bald monk smiled lightly and said, "Tell me, how did they deal with you after you fell into their hands, and what did they do to you?"
The chill in the drunkard's heart became even stronger, and he did not dare to make up any nonsense, saying: "They asked me about my origins, and I told the truth, but they didn't seem to believe it. According to what they said, they went to explore the fishing village where I was, but they told me that there was no truth to it.
I couldn't find the fishing village I mentioned. Then they illuminated me with all kinds of weird lights. Every time I was confused for a long time. Sometimes it felt like my head had been cut open. Sometimes they didn't know what to do with me. I
It feels like there are countless tiny needles piercing my body."
"It seems that they have used many methods to search for gods on you, and also used magic to detect the blood and bones in your body." The bald monk said disdainfully, "Originally, your existence cannot be analyzed by the monks' methods. They are like this
How can means discern your laws?"
"I...?" The drunkard couldn't help but turn pale, "Holy Monk, do you mean there's something weird 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 medicinal liquid without a wine gourd. Of course you are the weird one."
Great fear suddenly arose in the drunkard's heart, and he trembled: "Holy monk, save me."
"Rescue you, you are not a monster." The bald monk said with a smile: "You are just a fixed figure in the beginning of this world of cultivation."
While he was talking, the bald monk was not idle. He used the unique space magic weapon again and again. The whirlwind kept rising. The drunkard had been brewing for a long time. When he didn't know how to ask questions, the bald monk had already led him to a place.
Viewed from a high altitude, the cloud-filled wasteland is full of broken walls and coffins, which looks like a huge mass grave.
"Um?"
The bald monk just glanced down, but his expression changed drastically, "Someone actually got there first, earlier than me..."
(Moving today, I don’t have time to write, so the word count is a little short, I will update it tomorrow)