Chapter 507 Daluo Zhenren
Black light bursts on the white skeleton, exuding a strong corpse aura. The toughness of the bones seemed to have increased, and there was a faint tendency to surpass the past.
At this time, he saw a line of blood on the body of the corpse, spreading from the toes to the chest and abdomen, revealing the astonishing power of the body.
This blood line is all too familiar, and it is a unique symbol of practicing the mysterious body refining art.
"Yes, this puppet turned into a corpse because he practiced the Body Refining Technique and went crazy. It is not surprising to have this mark now, but its aura has actually increased. Could it be that there was a breakthrough in the Body Refining Technique?"
Looking at the blood line on the skeleton, Ye Chunyang was secretly surprised.
After experiencing the battle between the Tianchi of the Spiritual Heaven Realm and the Yinsha Demonic Spirit, Ye Chunyang gained a new understanding of this body-refining formula for cultivating oneself and becoming a saint. This formula seems to be divided into several levels, the first level is "body training", the second level "Golden Body", there will be a higher and deeper realm in the future, but this fragment cannot describe it.
However, judging from the description of the technique, it seems that the realm behind this technique can lead to immortality, immortality, and a path to immortality.
Although Ye Chunyang has not yet broken through the second level, he has already understood this technique thoroughly over the years. The purpose of the physical training level is to strengthen the body and bones to make the body tough. It has a lifespan of two hundred years longer than that of the same level. Breaking through the second level The strength is doubled, the body is comparable to Yama, also called "Yam Luo Golden Body", and the life span can be four hundred years longer than that of the same level.
"The blood lines of the white bones and skulls are growing. Is this a sign that I am going to cultivate the golden body of Yama?"
Ye Chunyang looked at the skeleton with a strange light shining in his eyes.
With his cultivation and understanding, he has not yet been able to refine the Yama Golden Body. The latter was beaten to the point of being almost scrapped by the elders of the Qingshan Sect, but he had a chance to make a breakthrough. Perhaps this was the secret behind breaking through.
Ye Chunyang thought so.
Continuing to detect the bones and skeletons, he secretly had an idea in his mind. The origin of this body refining formula is mysterious. Although there are many wonderful things in the description, after all, it has only reached the first level. It is not yet known what the future state will be. Can this puppet advance to the third level? The second stage of cultivating the Yama Golden Body can serve as a guide for him. If he has any problems, he can learn from them and avoid being so blind.
"Although the white bone skeleton can be broken and stand up, it is just an unconscious puppet in the end. To truly advance, you need to use some means to strengthen its body. Otherwise, it will never be possible to break through on its own. It seems that it is time to leave after the vitality has recovered a little. This is the place.”
Ye Chunyang murmured to himself.
Practicing this Body Refining Technique is like crossing the river by feeling the stones. The details are not clear. Ye Chunyang didn't understand this method until he was fighting the Yin Sha Demonic Spirit. Now it is best to have this corpse puppet as a test. but.
With a plan in mind, Ye Chunyang sealed the jade gourd again and withdrew his consciousness from it.
At this time, a burst of fragrance came from outside the door, and Huzi's laughter came: "Brother Ye, dinner is ready, come out quickly."
Hearing the sound, Ye Chunyang gathered his breath and slowly walked out of the house.
There is a small square table in the living room. It is rough and simple and should be made by hand. Grandma Zhang and Hu Zi were waiting for him to eat. The dishes were not rich, only a pot of braised hare, a small green vegetable, and a bowl of wild vegetable soup.
The dishes are monotonous, but full of simple farmhouse flavor.
Ye Chunyang had already abstained from human life after cultivating immortality. Seeing this simple farmhouse style, he was also touched in his heart.
Huzi picked a gourd filled with wine from his waist, poured a large bowl for Ye Chunyang, and said with a smile: "This is the fruit wine I brewed by picking wild fruits from the mountains. It tastes delicious. Brother Ye, what do you think of it?" Sample?"
Ye Chunyang picked up the wine and took a sip. It was fruity, mellow and delicious, but it also had a spicy and strong taste in his stomach. It is suitable for people with a cheerful temperament. He couldn't help but praise: "Good wine!"
With that said, he poured another bowl.
But at this time, Ye Chunyang quietly picked up a magic formula, poured some spiritual energy into the wine bottle, and handed it back to Huzi's hand.
Huzi smiled heartily and drank a bowl of it, but as the strong alcohol entered his stomach, a strange color suddenly appeared on his face. He smacked his lips and murmured: "In the past, when I went hunting in the mountains and drank this wine, I felt twice as strong, but today I feel refreshed, why is it different?”
Naturally, Huzi didn't know that Ye Chunyang had cast magic spells on the wine, so he couldn't help but fill up another cup. Ye Chunyang laughed and said nothing about it.
Looking at Huzi who still had unfinished thoughts, Ye Chunyang quietly poured spiritual energy into the vegetable soup. Huzi and Grandma Zhang were both mortals, and his magic could help them strengthen their bodies, eliminate diseases, and prolong their lives.
After a dinner, there was little excitement in the simple thatched house. Grandma Zhang was tidying up the house, while Hu Zi, who had been drinking for three rounds, talked loudly with Ye Chunyang, talking about how he had hunted alone since he was young. He even ran home, carrying the swords, bows and feathers he used to hunt in the mountains, and shouted that he wanted to show Ye Chunyang some martial arts skills.
To Ye Chunyang, Huzi's martial arts skills were extremely ordinary, even just some brute strength. However, Ye Chunyang had a good impression of this honest and honest young man and occasionally gave him pointers.
With Ye Chunyang's cultivation and teaching martial arts to a mortal, Huzi was naturally shocked and became even more curious about Ye Chunyang's origins. However, he knew that there must be a secret in this person, so he didn't ask any more questions.
After identifying Ye Chunyang as a certain martial arts senior, Hu Zi happily came to ask for advice every day. After studying hard for several days in a row, his martial arts improved greatly and he hunted more prey than before.
Ye Chunyang also temporarily settled down in this remote mountain village, day after day, and more than half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.
During this period, Ye Chunyang helped Grandma Zhang wash vegetables and carry water during the day, and occasionally gave Huzi martial arts instructions. At night, he meditated to practice Qi, and ripened medicinal herbs with a spiritual spoon. Within twenty days, his injuries were 70% to 80% better. , the cultivation level has returned to the realm of the eighth level of Qi refining and expelling objects, and he can control the sword and fly.
It was just dawn that day, Grandma Zhang got up to fetch water in the morning, and Hu Zi had just returned from hunting in the mountains. However, when they pushed open the door of Ye Chunyang's room, it was empty, with only a note and two words left on the table. A small crystal-clear medicine bottle and several secret books on martial arts.
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"Flying at the level of Qi Refining Stage is unbearably slow. It seems that we need to find a suitable place to refine elixirs as soon as possible."
On top of a lofty Huangshan Mountain, Ye Chunyang was stepping on a flying sword with a wry smile on his face, swinging in the air.
In fact, if he had not been chased by the three monks of the Qingshan Sect when he was in Nanshan, he would have already refined the Blood Spirit Pill to restore his cultivation level in the mana stage. Now that he has been cultivating in Zhangjiacun for a period of time, it is time to restore his cultivation level and return to Tianqi Sect.
Before leaving, Ye Chunyang naturally did not forget to repay Granny Zhang for her life-saving grace. The elixir he left behind could prolong his life and protect him from all diseases, and the remaining secrets of Kung Fu techniques would allow Huzi to greatly improve his martial arts. Huzi didn't have spiritual roots and immortality, so Ye Chunyang could only repay him in this way.
While flying, he released his spiritual consciousness to sense the surroundings. In addition to looking for a suitable place for retreat and alchemy refining, he was also paying attention to whether there were any activities of immortal cultivators nearby. However, this place seems to be located in a remote place, and even after flying for hundreds of miles, there is no one there.
But it's just right. All the materials are now ready. All you need to do is find a quiet place to start making alchemy. There is no one around here, so you don't have to worry about anyone coming to disturb you.
Thinking of this, he looked down and finally chose a steep cliff to fall down on.
Standing in the air and looking around, Ye Chunyang swung his sword to open a temporary cave on the cliff. He swept deep into the cave and moved huge rocks to seal the entrance, and disappeared from sight.
Ten days later, strange fluctuations were faintly heard on the cliff, like fire and hot air, with bursts of dazzling brilliance. The surrounding weeds withered instantly, and at the same time, the scent of medicine diffused out, but it was invisible and invisible. Not a trace can be found.
This vision lasted for a long time, until one day three months later, there was a sudden rumble on the cliff, the mountain trembled violently, and a light and shadow rushed out of a broken cave like a meteor chasing the moon, heading straight towards the sky. When it left, all that was left were cracked cliffs and gravel.
Many years later, a low-level monk accidentally fell into the cliff and walked into this cave. He found some unparalleled spiritual herbs and many semi-finished spiritual pills, spiritual talismans and other objects. From this, it was rumored that this cave was the relic of an immortal. legend.
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Fuyuan Temple is a famous Taoist temple in the Dafeng court in Beimai. There are about ten Taoist priests who have lived in the temple during the Qi refining period. Searching for people's wealth and anointing can be said to be a source of infamy.
However, ordinary people are afraid of the power of Taoism of immortal cultivators. Although they have resentment in their hearts, they dare not express their anger.
The name of the temple owner of Fuyuan Temple is "Da Luo Zhenren", and his Taoist name is powerful and domineering, which means that he refers to himself as Da Luo Jinxian. This person was born obese, with a big belly, and even the large Taoist robes looked tight on his body. The weather is very good today. Da Luo Zhenren is traveling around the capital of Dafeng with two wretched disciples from the Taoist temple. In his free time, he flirts with good women, or goes to the inn to eat overlord meals. The days are passing happily.
"Guangchen, Su Ling, tell me, how long has it been since you went to Yihongyuan as a teacher?" Daluo Zhenren shook the mountain and river fan in his hand, holding his big belly on his head, walking slowly on the street, half-squinting his eyes and lazily looking towards the body. Two nearby disciples asked.
"Reporting to Master, I haven't been there for about ten days."
"What? Ten days? It's been so long?" Master Daluo closed the paper fan with a "snap" and cursed angrily: "Why didn't you two bastards remind me, don't you know that one day has three autumns? After so long, don’t those little ladies miss me so much?”
"Yes, yes, I know my mistake. I will make arrangements for the master now!" The two disciples laughed.
"Those who haven't made any progress, I don't need you anymore, just go on your own as a teacher!" Master Daluo kicked the two of them several times and walked quickly to Yihongyuan angrily.
But as soon as he reached the corner, this man suddenly felt pain in the back of his head, and large stars appeared in front of his eyes. He turned around and cursed, "Who the hell is sneaking up on me?" Then his eyes went black and he fell to the ground against the wall like a dead dog.
The two disciples on the left and right were shocked, but before they could see clearly what happened, they each received a slap on the face, foamed at the mouth and passed out.