In the secret room of the Zishan School, Xu Zun looked at the disabled finger of a disciple and asked in surprise.
"Yeah!" The disciple replied bitterly, "The meat is gone, and the bones will soon be necrotic. Listen to others, if they are not chopped, they will have an ulcer, and their lives will not be cut. So I can only cut it ...
"
Yeah?
Xu Zun recalled the previous life, and then realized that if this injury occurs in modern times, it may be rescued, you can insert it into the belly culture, or cancel the inflammatory needle or something.
It can be placed in ancient times, and it can only be chopped directly. Otherwise, infection will occur, crisis life.
The person who was cut off was the whole finger of this person, as well as half -middle finger and half of the thumb.
According to this person, he used these three fingers to hold the purple scales in his hands. In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood on the fingers was swallowed, and then turned into white bones.
The most scary is that the fingers turned into white bones, but they didn't see the blood, as if the flesh was sucked away by something for a moment.
"What is the purple scales like?" Xu Zun asked.
"It's a bit like a petal," the disciple replied, "Take the cold in his hand, and then the cigarettes are up. When you feel the pain, your fingers have become white bones."
"Okay," Xu Zun said, "Then you show me, where do you find that scales?"
"Here," the disciple pointed at the statue of the center, "On the side of the shrine under the idol, it was blocked by the shrine."
According to this person pointed out, Xu Zun came to the idol to check carefully.
Zishan sent a vein from Kunlun, which is similar to the statue worshiped by Xuan Dao.
Xu Zunli checked several times and found nothing special.
"The head of Wan Yan ..." Xu Zun asked, "Is it for seven days in this place? What to eat, what to drink?"
"Since you are cultivating, you don't eat or drink." Zhuang Cheng replied, "The head of Wan Ye is practicing Zishan's mind, let alone seven days, it is okay to eat it for half a month."
So powerful?
Xu Zun was amazed. It seems that the host's knowledge is limited. In this new world, there are many surprising things.
"At that time," an elder introduced to Xu Zun, "The body of the head of Wanzhi's head is here, meditating with a cigma, but the body becomes a pile of white bones!"
"Are you sure," Xu Zun said, "Is the pile of white bones?"
"This ..." The crowd stared at his eyes with big eyes, and said impatiently, "I looked at the head of the head to enter the secret room.
Who? "
"Yeah," said another elder. "There was no exit in the back room. In the end, we had to smash the Shimen in. In addition to the head of the secret room, it was impossible to have someone else!"
"Although it is just a white bone," Zhuang Chengye said, "but clothes and clothes are worn by the head, and from the appearance point of view, it is the same as the head!"
Everyone nodded one after another, obviously I was convinced of the fact that the white bone was Wan Yifeng.
"That ..." Xu Zun asked again, "When the head is closed, is anyone guarded outside?"
"Yes, yes!" Zhuang Cheng was a few disciples behind him. "These disciples are in one shift, guarding the shifts, day and night, no emptiness, and no change in the secret room!"
"Oh ..." Xu Zun looked at the disciples and began to fall into thought.
"How ..." Zhuang Cheng heard something wrong, and asked, "Do you think it is wrong?"
"Well," Xu Zun nodded and said, "The apprentice of that finger turned into a bone, did the finger become a white bone, did it hurt to roll the ground?"
"Yes!" Zhuang was nodded, and he was present at the time.
"Then the head of Wanzhu has turned into white bones, why can I keep meditating posture?" Xu Zun said doubt.
"Hey?" Everyone widened her eyes, and I really didn't expect this before.
"Is it ..." Teaching Chengtong said, "The ghost gave the head a fixed method? Or, the speed of taking the flesh and blood is too fast, causing the head to react too much?"
"Hum ..." Xu Zun smiled slightly in the face of teaching, and said, "Do you really think, is this a ghost?"
"What ... what!?" The taught complexion was tight, and asked hurriedly, "What do you mean?"
"Ah?" Zhuang Cheng was also an accident. "Why do adults say that?"
"Where is the bones of the head of Wan Yan?" Xu Zun did not answer, but asked the two, "Take me to see!"
After a while, in the spiritual hall of the Zishan School, watching the scattered bones scattered in the coffin, Xu Zun was slightly surprised.
"How?" Xu Zun asked, "Has it dispersed?"
"Well," Zhuang Cheng said complaining, "I have said it long ago, don't move the bones of the head first, you don't listen, see what it looks like? It's really disrespectful to the head!"
"Do you still say the wind and cool?" The teachings of the old face flushed and refuted, "The bones of the head can't hold it at all.
"Elder," Zhuang Cheng pretended to be innocent, "I didn't seem to have said this to blame you? Why are you looking for it?"
Xu Zun ignored their arguments and continued to check the bones carefully, but saw that the white bone in the coffin had been scattered, but it probably had a humanoid.
"Before ..." Xu Zun asked curiously, "How does the head of the head sitting in the shape of the meditation?"
"It's not clear," said Chengtong, "I seem to remember that there were still some muscles at that time to connect with flesh and flesh, and then the flesh and blood were gone, so it collapsed?"
"Oh ..." Xu Zun immediately picked up a piece of bone to check carefully, and immediately caused everyone to start up.
To teach Chengtong to stop, you can see that Zhuangcheng and others don't care about it, so they are embarrassed to forcibly take the lead.
"The head of Wan Ye ..." Xu Zun asked, "How old is this year?"
"Just after the forty birthday." Zhuang Chengcheng answered.
"So young?" Xu Zun turned his head to watch Cheng Tong and wait for a lot of elders, as if all of them were over sixty years older.
Depend on……
Xu Zun was stunned in his heart, thinking that the hundred -step god boxing Yue Yue thunder was Wan Yifeng's worship brothers. If he said that, would Yue Jinglei even forty less?
However, when you think of the young mother, you can easily solve Wei Bei's return, and Xu Zun is relieved.
"Oh!" Zhuang Cheng sighed, "Unfortunately, the head of the head is so martial arts, and the early death of Yingling is a big loss!"
"Then ..." Xu Zun asked his femoral bones and asked, "How much is the height of the head of the thousands of palms?"
"Seven feet." Someone answered.
Xu Zun used instinctual knowledge to exchange data from 1.6 meters.
It seems that it is not high.
"So ..." Xu Zun asked with the feces again, "Do you want the Lord of Wan Ye?"