Chapter 342 Unknown

Chapter 342 Unknown

"I don't have anything else to do. I'll take my leave first." Mu Cheng handed over.

Although he jokingly calls himself a real messenger, this life is still relatively comfortable.

A monk just wants to rob, and when faced with a golden elixir monk delivering a message, he will think about whether it is worth it.

In addition, it is backed by Guxian Tower.

At least it's very reassuring in terms of safety.

The deputy peak master of the Hall of Merit returned the favor with a smile and said, "I would also like to thank you fellow Taoist."

After the two exchanged polite words, Mu Cheng walked out of the mountain gate of Wanfa Sect and disappeared into the distance in the form of light.

The deputy peak master of the Hall of Merit took out the token and clicked it on it, and the true seal of Wanfa Sect suddenly appeared. The above-mentioned merit document recorded in detail the friendship and contribution of the owner of this order to Wanfa Sect.

The deputy peak master nodded slightly: "So it's him."

Throwing out the jade slip in his hand, the jade slip envelope turned into a stream of light and flew into Canglan Peak.

After putting away the token, the deputy peak master unlocked the spell on the jade slip and looked at it in detail.

…

Master Canglan, who was practicing, slowly opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes converged.

He waved to find the jade slips hovering in the sky, and murmured in confusion: "Senior brother, why are you sending letters on the jade slips when we are only a few feet apart?"

"Huh?" Master Canglan was surprised.

This jade slip letter was actually decorated with exquisite small formations, but the moment his energy first came into contact, the small formations were like weathered earth and rocks, and finally turned into wind and sand and slipped away along the gaps in his palms.

"Is it possible that senior brother's formation cultivation has improved and he came here to show off to me?"

In a joking mood, Master Canglan opened the jade slip letter.

The originally cheerful face gradually disappeared as his eyes moved, and even turned into a expressionless and gloomy face.

Master Canglan couldn't help but think of that day.

He didn't have many disciples.

Among them, some died on the road of cultivation, some died while going out to perform sect tasks, and some were burdened by their families because of their wasted cultivation. The few disciples he had high hopes for were not up to par.

Therefore, Master Canglan's eyes will inevitably go to his disciples.

Ding Xie is undoubtedly a very good seedling, and he is already in a false mood.

After settling for a year and a half, taking the spiritual object that assists in forming the elixir will definitely be able to condense the golden elixir and become a golden elixir monk at Canglan Peak.

…

That day.

Times were pretty good.

The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow spreads over the peaks, leaving only a ray of light on the horizon.

He was the same as he is today.

Practice meditation and seek to improve your own cultivation.

I just felt a strange yet familiar breath appear on Canglan Peak.

Uncertain, he flew out of the cultivation cave and appeared at the Zuofeng Dojo. He met a person, the Golden Core Monk. At first, he was pleasantly surprised because he could clearly identify the person's Qi.

It was his good disciple Sun Dingxie.

He also didn't expect that Ding Xie, who had returned home, would come back and become a golden elixir monk.

The embers of light fell on Ding Xie's body, looking a bit dazzling.

But then Master Cang Lan lost his mind.

Staring at Ding Xie's back blankly, his consciousness spread out, searching back and forth, and finally landed on Ding Xie. He was horrified and whispered: "Where is the soul?"

Immediately, the tone of voice was much higher than before: "Where is the soul!"

Perhaps after hearing his master's call, Ding Xie turned around, his face pale and livid, his eyes darkened and clear. When he opened his mouth, his words were a bit sharper, like an ancient demon.

The robe is in tatters, and the rusty iron feather scales can be seen growing on the body.

His chest was rising and falling continuously, and his five internal organs seemed to be separated from life and squirming in it. Three filthy divine lights behind his head converged into a halo and attached to his head.

Ding Xie bowed and said, "Master."

He tugged on the broken sleeve robe to cover his withered palms and the sharp scarlet nails.

The master of Canglan Peak, the Grandmaster of Golden Pill, was stunned on the spot. When the disciple who had high hopes appeared in front of him again, he was still in this strange state, and even he found it difficult to accept it.

"Cang Yun, something big happened to your apprentice!"

On this day, the roar of Master Jindan resounded throughout Canglan Peak.

At that moment, Taoist Cangyun flew up to the dojo on the cloud fire and almost fell to the ground. Then his eyes widened, and he was about to reach out and touch Ding Xie.

Ding Xie took half a step back, shook his head and said, "Master."

Taoist Cangyun slowly put down his hand and said with a forced smile: "Just come back."

"You don't have to be afraid when you go home."

While he was speaking, two tears had already flowed down his face.

Taoist Cangyun knelt on the ground with a pop, grabbed the ground with his head, and begged: "Master, please save my disciple."

Grandmaster Jindan, who was standing there, closed his eyes.

If he could save him, he would have taken action long ago, but he couldn't see what kind of evil method his disciple was using, let alone why even the Yin Shen with his soul condensed disappeared.

To put it bluntly, Ding Xie, who was standing in front of them now, was dead.

It's a living corpse.

Even the great monk Yuanying couldn't bring him back to life. How could he, a master in the middle stage of the golden elixir, accomplish such a feat?

Faced with his disciple's pleading, he was helpless.

He could only comfort him softly: "Cang Yun, there will always be separation between life and death in this world. As a monk, you should be more open-minded."

"Master, Master is right."

"My disciple is unfilial."

"I have failed my master's training and expectations."

Ding Xie couldn't bear that his master, who was more than a hundred years old, knelt down and begged for help on his behalf.

Even if he is begging for his own master, his Ding Xie’s master.

At that time, he could have forcibly stopped his cultivation progress. Even if the final breakthrough failed, it would only be the accumulation of time in the future. He was still young and his future prospects should be good.

However, there is no regret in the path of spiritual practice.

Ding Xie felt that he was beginning to forget the past.

He forgot a lot.

This weird change made his body become more powerful. If he could only be considered a middle-class player at the same level when he broke through the golden elixir that day, now his strength has reached the top.

The most important thing is that the originally damaged and dried Dantian has recovered a lot, and even condensed mana.

The body begins to practice involuntarily.

And go one step further.

His cultivation loosened, his strength increased, and his body became strange.

These changes made him panic.

Three filthy divine lights behind his head turned into a falling moon and illuminated his body. Linclaw feathers grew out of his body. Severe pain came from the five internal organs in his chest from time to time, as if the five internal organs had become essence and had its own consciousness.

The scales were falling off, and the feathers were woven into a robe covering his body.

His body was completely different from before.

This all makes Ding Xie feel scared.

If he completely forgets who he is and transforms into a demon, he doesn't know what his body will become.

But in the end, he wanted to end up as a human being.

Even if you already know that you are facing death.

Master Canglan didn't see this, but Ding Xie's master did. He saw the fear in his disciple's eyes, just like a child's natural fear of scary things.

…

Master Canglan slowly opened his eyes.

Later, he investigated what happened in Beiluoshan. Although Beiluoshan blocked the news, Wanfa Sect's intelligence agency was very strong, so he still analyzed the clues.

"Yin Shen is missing, he should know something."

Master Canglan restrained the divine light in his eyes.

Because of Ding Xie's death, Taoist Cangyun realized the weakness of his cultivation. He watched his apprentice dismantle the body and perfect his false elixir state of mind.

It's a pity that the first attack on the golden elixir failed, and it took more than ten years to settle down.

When Cangyun condenses the golden elixir, the position of peak master can be passed to the deputy peak master, and then he can choose to leave the Xiaohuang Realm and go to Shangzong for further study.

However, regarding the death of Ding Xie, Master Canglan tried to persuade his disciple that it was a ruthless way.

But he didn't ignore it.

With his disciple dying in such a state, and even the true spirit of the Yin God disappearing, can the master really be able to comfort himself with a few words of relief?

If he doesn't investigate, he will continue to investigate the matter after Cangyun comes out of confinement.

It's better to let him, the master, do everything in advance.

Standing up, Master Jindan put away the jade slip letter.

He flew away from the peak and headed straight for the Hall of Merit.

Hall of Merit.

The deputy peak master was fiddling with the jade slips lined up in front of him. The jade slips were shining with light, and they contained scriptures and prefaces, as well as the spiritual root attributes of basic cultivation.

Xun Sheng looked at the door, then laughed and said, "It turns out to be junior brother."

Master Cang Lan slightly bowed his hands and saluted: "Senior brother."

Meng Fengzheng did not put on airs as a senior, but naturally invited Master Canglan to come closer, and asked the boy beside him to add more spiritual tea, and then said: "Junior brother, why are you here? Could it be that you want to say something nice for this person. "

Master Canglan picked up the tea bowl, and a trace of hot air floated up, blocking his sight, making his eyes a little hazy, but the restrained divine light in it could not be blocked by a little tea mist.

He said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, does he know where he is?"

"who?"

"Junior brother is talking about this Lord Tushan?"

"This one is quite extraordinary. I originally regarded him as an ordinary Jindan cultivator, but after looking through the documents, I realized how powerful this person is." Meng Fengzheng obviously heard the implication of Master Canglan's words, but he Doesn't seem to know the joints involved.

But it was strange because of Master Canglan's attitude.

"We, the Wanfa Sect, don't want to delve into the other party's origins. Since we want to use this token in exchange for a good Thunder Spirit Root technique, we can just find a volume from the Sutra Pavilion."

"It just so happened that I took the token back in exchange for a favor."

Meng Fengzheng said very calmly and handed Tushanjun's scripture to Master Canglan.

There is no need to report this matter.

As the deputy peak master of the meritorious peak, he has the authority to take out a good technique.

For ordinary people, any skill that can reach the golden elixir is regarded as a family heirloom. However, since Wanfa Sect is called Wanfa, it itself represents the vastness of the sect's skills. It is very simple to imprint a Thunder Spirit Root skill. .

Open the list of exercises on the jade slip and narrow it down to Lei Bu.

The true teachings of Wanfa Sect must have been screened out in advance. This kind of classics cannot be read by non-true disciples. To be truly counted, those who can be regarded as true disciples of Wanfa Sect must first have the strength of golden elixir.

"Shenxiao Sutra."

"Five Thunder Water Sutra Notes."

"Otomu Divine Thunder Scroll, the method of mutated wooden thunder."

"Geomagnetic Yuanjing Thunder Method."

"..."

Looking through the golden elixir scriptures, there are quite a few that catch my eye, but many of them either have no follow-up techniques.

Either the conditions for cultivation are relatively harsh, and some require the assistance of a panacea to get started.

Of course, many of the upper limits are not high, and are not as good as the true scriptures within the sect.

In fact, the true scriptures are not the strongest technique, but the smoothest.

Relatively speaking, it is a technique that makes practitioners stronger.

The sect has a regenerable auxiliary elixir. As long as you practice step by step, the practitioner's own strength can be among the best in the same level.

Coupled with the annotations of various seniors, as well as the sect's analysis and exploration of the exercises, the effect of the exercises can be maximized.

Whether one can become a strong person depends on the practitioner himself.

"It's a pity that they don't meet the requirements." Meng Feng was shaking his head.

Tu Shanjun said in his letter that he wanted a thunder method that could combine one and five elements, preferably with the combination of yin and yang.

This is almost like telling me to ask for colorful black.

If it weren't for the sincerity stated in the letter, and the fact that if there really wasn't any, he could settle for the next best thing, Meng Fengzheng would have been just looking for a skill to get away with it.

It's a small thing to be embarrassed, but it's a big thing to lose the sect's face.

The majestic Wanfa Sect, known as Wanfa, could not find a single technique that meets the standards.

"Hey, this technique is quite interesting."

"Nine Extreme Demon-Suppressing God Yuan Lei Jing."

"There is no special basic spiritual root bias."

"But only the scroll method of cultivating the golden elixir requires thunder seeds to infuse the power of divine thunder. This is an ancient thing dug out from the ruins by a monk in the sect, and the use of thunder spells in it is a bit strange."

"It doesn't matter how this preface was lost. The right words are the key to entry-level practice."

"Those with excellent spiritual roots can recite the magic formula orally to condense their magic power."

"Let me see if there are any thunder seeds left?"

"There are three more. I'll just give them to him over there. If he fails to infuse the divine thunder three times, it's not my fault. It can only be said that he was unlucky." After finally choosing the technique, Meng Feng let out a sigh of relief. .

How could Wanfa Sect just muddle through things casually?

This is related to the face of the large sect.

He takes this matter more seriously.

Judging from the matching spells and seals, this Thunder Sutra is not inferior to the true teachings if you really practice it.

The first is the lack of skills, the second is that thunder seeds are hard to find, and the third is that there is no previous experience, so you need to explore and improve based on your own, which will inevitably lead to twists and turns.

Seeing that Master Canglan hadn't left yet, Meng Fengzheng asked a little strangely: "Junior brother, is there anything else?"

The scriptures are clearly written, so how come Cang Lan is still sitting here after reading them.

"Senior brother, I want to go to Daheishan."

"Is something wrong?"

"Indeed."

"That's just right. You can bring him the skills and thunder seeds to save him the trouble of looking for juniors." Meng Fengzheng didn't get to the bottom of it. Since he is the holder of the token, he should be with Cang Lan. His disciples and grandsons are related.

Although the incident of Ding Xie's liberation was not a big fuss, the scene was like suppressing Kuang Shuo's demon.

It is quite shocking for the Golden elixir in the door.

Now that Cang Lan is here, Meng Fengzheng can't stop him.