Chapter 824

Yi Heng was sincere. He was just so sincere to master Xu Xianshi in those days. He was the one who took him into the path of cultivation.

Seeing that he was serious, Li Chengdai couldn't help laughing and said, "if you have this heart, you don't have to worry about it. First raise your injury and recover your accomplishments!"

"Yes."

"You should check where the injury is and how to treat it. If there is something I need to do, although I just came back from outside, I have some harvest. After digestion, I want to be able to improve a little."

"This... Well, Taoist friends, although you can rest assured to practice, Zeng will never bother!"

Without waiting for his voice to fall, Li Chengdai closed his eyes and began to cultivate himself.

Yi Heng wanted to ask where it was, but when he looked a little happy, he had to close his mouth and didn't dare to ask.

The most taboo for monks is to be disturbed by outsiders.

What's more, this expression with a happy face must not be what he said. It should be a lot of harvest.

I just don't know what he got?

Did you find a spiritual stone for cultivation?

Yi Heng closed his eyes and gradually settled down.

What if you're upset?

There is a lack of aura here. I can't even feel the trace of aura. I really don't know how the monks here practice.

If he uses the spirit stone to practice, no matter how well he hides it, some spirit should leak out. However, the air in the closed stone house two feet square here is very dry, and there is no breath of spirit.

What can make his cultivation grow?

He was confused.

For a while, I thought that I was still a servant, and I didn't know when I could regain my freedom.

I'll think about the danger here for a while. I don't know when there will be another accident.

"Just, the most important thing is yourself." With a low sigh, he took back his scattered mind and rushed into the purple house.

As soon as I entered the purple mansion, I was frightened by the scene in front of me.

There was chaos in the whole purple house. Without much thought, the divine consciousness rushed into the chaos and came to the position where the soul sat before.

Before entering Zifu, the giant transformed by the soul would smile at him, but now, what about the twelve foot sized soul giant?

His divine sense quickly searched in the chaos. Of course, he was most familiar with his purple house, but this time he completely changed his appearance, which frightened him.

Twelve feet of the soul giant, even if it is consumed, will never be consumed, but why is his sitting place empty?

Unbelievably hovered around the original sitting position for four or five times, suppressing the inner fear and gradually expanding the scope.

"There's no trace. How is this possible?" His body trembled involuntarily as he lay on the stone bed.

Without the power of soul, let alone foothold here, I'm afraid it's even difficult to save my life.

Besides, how to cultivate without the power of soul? If you can't practice, life is better than death.

The larger the search area, the more despair he felt.

In the chaos, there was chaos and ambiguity, but the divine consciousness did not find any trace of the soul giant.

"No! The soul is still there, or I will die! Gossip plate?"

He forced himself to calm down. Suddenly he was surprised and whispered in his heart.

The divine sense shoots away at the place where the eight trigrams board is hanging, but it will arrive in an instant.

"This..."

If he could scream, he would scream at this time.

The gossip board originally hung in the air disappeared, but instead it was a fallen soul giant.

But it can't be described by people at this time.

The giant lying on the ground did not shrink. He walked around the giant three times, still twelve feet in size.

It's just that the giant's face and body are very fuzzy. Where are the lifelike faces and bodies like him before?

As illusory as mist, maybe a gentle breeze can disperse the human figure lying on the ground.

His mind turned sharply, but he couldn't find any clue.

Although illusory, the good thing is that it still exists after all, perhaps due to the excessive consumption of the power of the soul.

What I'm worried about now is that the gossip plate hanging in the air disappears.

The mysterious gossip plate, I don't know how many times it brought him back from the dead, but also made the divine deer extremely afraid, so inexplicably disappeared?

He couldn't help remembering what happened that night.

Could it be that the gossip disk flew out of the purple house to protect him from death, then it was lost in the street and picked up by other friars?

But in any case, I can't recall what happened after that night's coma, and I don't have any memory of the gossip disk flying out of the purple house.

"Is it him?"

His heart trembled violently.

Zhang Yuan sat on the ground, immersed in the growth of cultivation, and the happy Li?

The left eyelid opened gently and narrowed into a small gap. The sitting monk became flat and short in his eyes.

Slowly move your eyes, start from the beginning, and keep searching on him.

Until the sitting thighs, legs, heels.

Nothing unusual.

He's a little weak.

Maybe this person picked up his gossip plate, but he didn't know its function, so he saved him in order to explore the purpose of the gossip plate.

"Maybe he thought the gossip board was the reason why he didn't die overnight?"

The monk in front of me was the most likely to pick up the gossip plate, but there was nothing I could do.

Not only can I do nothing, but I have to thank him and greet him with a smile.

The mind concentrated on the giant in the purple house again.

Looking at the illusory and faint soul and body, I was disappointed again.

Consume so many souls, what kind of danger did you experience after that night's coma?

His thoughts, like the body of this soul, gradually became ethereal, and gradually became as if there were nothing.

......

"How do you feel? Why do you look more serious than last time when you have been sleeping for seven days?"

Yi Heng heard a ethereal and incomparable voice, pulling his wandering thoughts back to his body.

It's like someone whispering in his ear in his sleep, making him gradually wake up from his sleep.

"Wake up, Taoist friend! There are signs that the vitality is gradually disappearing. It's like dying. What's the reason?"

The voice seemed anxious and gradually became loud.

But deep in his heart, he seemed unwilling to wake up. He hated waking him from his dream and wanted to control his thoughts and float away.

The feeling that thoughts float in the deep and unknown space and time is really wonderful.

Don't think about anything, don't think about anything.

I don't even have to think about whether I'm still alive. It's really wonderful.

Suddenly, he felt that his left wrist was held by a warm hand, and then a mana came in from his wrist, along the meridians and towards his heart.

"The pulse almost stopped, and the heart stopped beating. Isn't it saved?"

The voice in his ears grew louder and louder, his thoughts gradually returned, and his consciousness had to gradually clear up.

"The elixir field is still solidified into a piece. I don't know the depth of mana. Is it really Yuan Ying?"

The mana injected from the outside went all the way down to the Dantian. The voice was both disappointed and surprised.

"But the breath was not cut off. It was obviously still alive, but I didn't know why I fell into a coma."

Yi Heng listened very clearly and knew that he had not died. He wanted to answer. Although he was conscious, he did not know why, but he was unable to command his body.

"I've used more than ten methods before, but I don't know which one works. It happens to wake me up. Do I have to repeat it again this time?"

The warmth on his left hand disappeared, and the man took his hand back without any action. He seemed to stand by the stone bed, stare at him and think about ways to save him.

"Or, can you use that kind of star stone?"

Raising four or five breaths, the man slowly retreated and walked back and forth.

"It's hard won. It's really a dilemma. If it's used but has no effect, isn't it a waste? But this kind of star stone can be used to arrange arrays to isolate the breath of heaven and earth. It should be effective."

Yi Heng wants to open his eyes, open his mouth and move his body. However, his whole body is like that of others. He can't command at all.

"Only a bet, there may be a greater harvest!"

The man seemed determined, but unexpectedly, this sentence made his thoughts instantly return to his body. At the same time, his consciousness was very clear, and he kept trying to wake up his voice.

His eyelids moved slightly, but he didn't dare to make any sound.

Fortunately, although Li Chengdai made up his mind, he looked reluctant. He was walking back and forth and muttering to himself.

"This star stone can let me stay outside for more incense. Although it can't be of great use, it's also the first step in accumulation. Maybe I'll be as lucky as last time and can find more."

"Just over the years, I have only found four, and I dare not let others know. How can I have such luck in a short time?"

Yi Heng tried his best to distinguish his vague words, and secretly wondered what star stone made him care so much, and what star stone could protect the friar from burning incense outside?

"If you can wake him up, it's worth it. Alas! It's rare to meet such a congenial human friar. Just use it!"

Listening to Li Daidai's words, he felt a slight movement in his heart. Just when he wanted to speak, he felt that his left wrist was held again, and his wrist was held by a strange friar. He was fine when he was unconscious, but he felt very uncomfortable at this time.

Therefore, he had to try his best to control the knots on the surface of the skin and the desire to resist. He also wanted to know how to use the star stone and try what kind of precious star stone it was.

He dared not open his eyes, and naturally did not dare to release his divine consciousness. He could only guess what Li Chengdai did with his feelings.

Suddenly, the pain of skin rupture came from his left wrist, and he felt the blood in his body flowing there.

He was so surprised that he could hardly bear it.

A strange guess came out of my heart. Could it be that I had to cut my skin with this star stone? To melt into the blood of the body?

The purity and precious nature of the monk's blood is beyond doubt. How can it be mixed with other unknown things at will?

At this time, his left wrist was firmly grasped and there was no way to escape. He was in a panic. He didn't know what was waiting for him later?