Chapter 277： Practice without years

"Fellow Daoist Wooden Machine, if you are still old and blind, these eighteen blood coffins of yours contain fiery evil spirits, and this place is the Ice Spirit Mine, so what about the remaining seventeen refined corpses?" Venerable Feng's eyes flashed, and she asked calmly.

"The old man let them harvest life and **** blood." Muji Sanren said in a nonchalant tone.

Venerable Xifeng nodded, but the spiritual consciousness in her body was emitted silently, and it took only one or two breaths. She didn't wait for Muji Sanren to reply, she was surprised, and looked towards the five mines.

A phantom separated from her body, it was illusory at first, but the phantom suddenly opened its mouth and sucked it, devouring it, the spiritual power between the heaven and the earth roared into the body, this phantom body also condensed a lot, judging from its appearance, it was similar to that of the stream. Venerable Wind seemed to be carved out of a mold.

After the phantom bowed towards the stream wind, the whole person sank into the masonry of the main hall, cast the magic of earth escape, and escaped towards the mine more than ten miles away.

"It seems that Senior Xifeng also knows about it." Seeing this scene, Muji Sanren's expression darkened, but because his entire face was covered with black scales, it was impossible to see any change in his expression.

"Unexpectedly, Venerable Wanjian sealed up a severed arm of fellow daoist here. No wonder fellow daoist came here on purpose. Could it be that he wanted to break the extremely cold aura of this place with the evil spirit of flames and demons." Xifeng said suddenly after withdrawing his consciousness.

This severed arm was hidden deep in the ground, guarded by numerous magic circles, so deep in the ground, if she hadn't used the evil spirit of the flame contained in this coffin, she would not have discovered it so easily.

With the help of the extremely cold air from the Ice Spirit Mine, the magic circle suppressed the severed arm of this evil beast's claw, but Venerable Xifeng was a little puzzled. Since Venerable Wanjian could cut off the arm, why didn't he just turn it into ashes? Leave future troubles.

When Venerable Xifeng was thinking, her complexion changed, and the phantom body that had been split just now, when she went deep into the ground and just touched the magic circle, it froze and shattered into ice slag.

She was astonished in her heart, although that body was a phantom body, but it also had a cultivation level around the golden core stage. She never thought that after touching the underground magic circle, she would lose contact with her true self before she had time to feed back even a little bit!

Venerable Xifeng turned his head to look outside the main hall, a blood mist surged in, and the figure turned. The blood mist seemed to be breathing, swelled up, and suddenly shrank a little, like a heart beating.

After one or two breaths, there was an extremely ear-piercing "hush" sound from the blood mist, and all the blood mist merged into the people in the mist, and the people inside also showed their true colors, the leader was a young man with a handsome face. He is quite handsome, but his eyes are slightly demented.

And if there was not a little blood on the corners of their mouths, no one would have thought that they were corpse refiners.

As the seventeen refined corpses entered the hall, there was hot air and an indescribable smell of corpses. The **** coffin in the main hall was lit up, and the coffin lid stood up. The body of the coffin was filled with dark green bubbling corpse liquid. The seventeen corpses jumped into it without splashing a single drop.

As soon as the corpse touches the corpse demon liquid, it turns back into blood and disappears in it. The lid of the coffin is closed silently, and the aura of the blood coffin fades away. Only the lines carved on the coffin still flow with wisps of red light.

Xuan Shan's figure suddenly shifted to Xi Feng's side, he raised his hand, and said lightly: "The younger generation's affairs are handled by the younger generation themselves, and we old bones should not increase the number of murders in vain."

"It's been so many years. It's strange to hear such words from you. It seems that Fellow Daoist Xuanshan has cultivated himself well over the years. However, I heard that Zhengyang is your registered disciple. It seems that the blood Fellow Daoist Yue didn’t deceive the old man, so forget it, he didn’t find out much anyway.” Xi Feng calmed down his killing intent, if they had mentioned anything about space nodes just now, Venerable Xi Feng wouldn’t have said anything. So easy to talk about.

As for Venerable Xuanshan, I think I will do it myself. No more than three or five people can pass through a space node. Naturally, the fewer people, the better. Although Nanzhou is obviously only distracted by the three of them, there may be one or two old monsters who don't care about the world. What they are worried about is the distracted Taoist friends in the northern border, the western desert, and the seas. If they hear the news, they will definitely try their best to get a piece of the pie. It is a matter of ascension and continuation of the road. deal with it.

She turned her head to look at Li Jingqing and said, "The junior Nascent Soul of the Zhengyang Sect is just outside the formation. For Xuanshan's sake, it's too old to do anything."

"It's natural, how dare you bother senior with such trivial matters." Li Jingqing bowed and said with a sad expression.

He is just a remnant soul born from the demon corpse, which is ridiculous to say, the ancestor Wanjian wasted all his strength and killed the deity, but his own demon soul was running around non-stop for the revenge of the Wanjian sect.

But my own master Xuanji was able to abandon the sect and turn into a demon body, which is really ridiculous. Then Li Jingqing was at a loss for what he had been doing for these hundreds of years! As for the old monster Wang coming, it is also a matter of reason. This ice spirit mine is the Zhengyang Zongling mine, and now it has changed. Even the golden core guarding this place has died. Eight or nine are here to inquire about what happened.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanshan, after I retrieve the broken arm, I will tell you the space node I know. As for whether it is the same as the one Yu Xing knows, I can't guarantee the wooden machine. "Muji Sanren pinched the formula and cast the spell, eighteen drops of black-gray blood flowed from his body, and fell on the blood coffin.

Muji Sanren looked at the seventeen Balrog Corpses he had refined and put them back into the coffin for cultivation. The Golden Elixir of the Zhengyang Sect is an ice-attribute spiritual root. Greater strength.

"It will take a few years, the old man just wait!" Xuan Shan said calmly, he has not much life left now, even if there is a little possibility, he can't let it go.

"The magic circle set up by Patriarch Wanjian can only be slowly infiltrated by the hot flame energy of the flame demon corpse with the golden core cultivation level, so it takes a little more time, at least five years, and at most ten years." Mu Mu Ji Sanren calculated in his heart that if he breaks the formation with all his strength, when the formation breaks, it will also be the day when his broken arm will be reduced to ashes.

In a hidden mountain forest more than ten miles away from the ice and snow scene A dirt bag swelled up on the ground full of fallen leaves, a small blue snake came out, and with a flash of blue light, it flew up Touching Patriarch Wang's shoulder, the green snake panicked and shouted hoarsely: "Go!"

Wang Patriarch disappeared in place without any hesitation.

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There is a saying that there is no time to practice. From the time when the ancestor Wang of Zhengyang Zong hurried back to the Zongmen from the Yuran Mountain Bingling Stone Mine in fear, he arranged many things in succession.

After thinking for a long time, he approached the ancestors of Xuanhuomen, Qiyunzong and other four sects, and told them about the matter. How could he know that the middle-aged ancestor of Yuanying with red eyebrows in Xuanhuomen was the same as the Qiyunzong? The old man in sackcloth smiled wryly, and the two gold elixirs guarding the mine vein of Yuran Mountain had also perished. For a moment, they thought it was other sects who made the move.

The four ancestors of the sect discussed in private for a long time before leaving. I don't know if they returned to the sect or where did they go?

As for Zhang Shiping and others who practiced in Hujia Village, the Zhengyang Sect seemed to have forgotten them.

Time flowed slowly, and it took more than ten years in a flash. During this time, they did not step out of Hujia Village, only Yujie went out from time to time. It's expensive, and the treatment is not much different from the true biography of the sect, so Zhang Shiping is happy to practice with peace of mind, saving him from running around constantly for the spirit stone pill.

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