Ask Immortal Way Chapter 1743

When the pain hit, Qin Sang was not surprised but delighted.

From Huashen Yinhuojie, to Yaojinjian Cave, and then to Hualongchi.

In just a few tens of years, Qin Sang has undergone three times of washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, and has endured unbearable pain for ordinary people.

If it weren't for this, his "Heavenly Demon Refining Shape" technique would not have improved so fast.

Hualongchi Spiritual Liquid seems to be pregnant with an unknown power, which I don't feel from the outside, but when it enters the body, the changes are sudden, Qin Sang only feels thunderbolts traveling around the limbs and bones, rushing into the bone marrow meridian, penetrating the internal organs The five internal organs, where they pass, bring inhuman pain.

His bones exploded one after another, his blood qi surged, his whole body was dyed bright red, and his blood qi gushed out instantly, forming an incomparably thick blood mist, which was connected with the spiritual mist in the pool.

At the boundary, the blood mist and spirit mist seemed to blend together, and there was a strange change. Immediately, the blood mist rolled back and poured into Qin Sang's body again.

So back and forth.

Every time the blood qi was poured back, Qin Sang could feel the severe pain in his body slightly relieved, and seemed to get better for a moment.

But the good times don't last long, the speed of recovery is far behind the speed of destruction, the spiritual liquid of Hualongchi may not be more intense than that of Yaojinjian Cave, but it is only the most suitable for the blood of the dragon, and it is washed away in an instant, leaving no chance for respite, only the body of the dragon can withstand such shocks.

If it continues like this, Qin Sang may be forced to leave the pool, but due to the ancient prohibition in the pool, there is only this chance.

The Jiaolong King stood by the Hualong Pool, saw Qin Sang trembling all over, twisting his beard with his hands and smiling.

A smile appeared, and immediately froze on his face.

Jiaolong King stared at Qin Sang closely, and saw that his body trembled, exuding extremely pure monster energy, a blue light flashed behind him, and he spread a pair of green wings.

He almost snapped his beard and beard, he was in a state of shock and doubt.

Then an even more astonishing scene appeared, an inexplicable aura gathered above Qin Sang's head, and a moment later a phantom of a green luan appeared, lively and nimble, with a slender body, and the green feathers were as forged, and it was extremely gorgeous.

As soon as the phantom appeared, Lingwu retreated outward as if in fear.

The Dragon King didn't know that it was Qingluan's dharma face, but he thought it was Qin Sang's **** aura, which turned into a vision. This is not uncommon in the monster race, but he couldn't figure out why his **** energy turned into Qingluan.

After a few more glances, I felt something was wrong.

Jiaolong King's complexion changed suddenly, and suddenly he remembered a legend in the family, Tong Kong was shocked, and his heart was greatly shocked.

"Faxiang?"

Although Qingluan above Qin Sang's head is extremely illusory, the outline is not very clear, and it can't even be regarded as a phantom, and judging by his behavior, he is still uncontrollable.

It is indeed somewhat similar to the legendary dharma in the family!

Given Qin Sang's attainments in the physical body, it is impossible to condense the Dharma form, and he is obviously a human race.

Flood Dragon King subconsciously wanted to take two steps forward to take a closer look, but suddenly felt the spirit pond vibrate under his feet, looked down, and couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

A vortex appeared at some point in the psychic liquid in the pool, and a suction force was generated from Qin Sang's body, like a bottomless pit, sucking the psychic liquid into the body, the water level dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the spiritual mist was thinned a bit.

Only for a moment, suddenly heard the sound of laughter, a blue light rushed out of the Hualong Pond, and there was only a thin layer of spiritual fluid in the Xiao Ban Pond.

With wings on her back, Qin Sang didn't accept the dharma, landed beside the Dragon King, bowed her hands and saluted, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the treasure pool of your department, the poor Taoists need to retreat immediately, these spiritual objects will be placed in your department first, When Fellow Daoist finds the treasure, just send it along."

After all, without waiting for Jiaolong King to answer, Qin Sang couldn't wait to leave Jiaolong's ancestral land and return to Fazhou.

Jiaolong King's face was cloudy and uncertain, he looked at the jade box in front of him, he was not at all happy, finally heaved a long sigh and put away his sleeves.

If Hualongchi spiritual liquid was collected so much at one time, the strength of the clan would definitely be affected. He could only comfort himself that after Qin Sang's mediation, there should be no wars in the next few hundred years.

Qin Sang returned to the Fazhou and sat cross-legged in meditation.

It's not because they are afraid that the Jiao clan will repent, but because they have absorbed so much spiritual liquid at one time, they must adjust their breath immediately.

At the last moment, he was so lucky that he imitated the Dharma Aspect to activate Qingluan Thunder Power and attract the psychic liquid in the pool, but he did not expect to succeed, and at this moment he is using the Dharma Aspect to imprison the psychic liquid.

"Unexpectedly, there are such miracles in the Dharma. If you have time, you have to study it carefully..."

months later.

The Dragon King boarded the dharma boat again, and presented the jade box, which contained treasures that could help Qin Sang cultivate, even the Jiaolong clan couldn't bring out so many, some of them came from other tribes, but through his hands, it would inevitably benefit.

He wanted to see Qin Sang himself, but Qin Sang didn't have time to see him at the moment, so he incarnated to check, cupped his hands and said, "I'll let my fellow Taoist bother you, I've been bothering you for a long time, it's not suitable to stay for a long time, so I'll take my leave."

After saying that, the Fazhou shook and sailed away.

Going east from the ancestral land of the Jiao clan, you can go directly to Tianwu Island.

Now the Wu Clan can only keep the Tianwu Island, surrounded by demon soldiers, the Wu Clan monks hardly dare to go to the island, as if they are in a cage.

When approaching Tianwu Island.

Qin Sang finally got out of the customs, feeling guilty and surprised.

In the spiritual liquid, the unknown energy that was thought to be useless to him and might need to be forced out of the body hardly dissipated, and was absorbed by him through refinement, even the Jiao clan couldn't do this!

It should be the credit of Qingluan Dharma Xiang.

In this way, there is no need to wait for all the spiritual liquid to be absorbed, and you can hit the late stage of the fourth floor!

Step-by-step hard work is really not as good as collecting resources from all over the world to strengthen yourself.

It's a pity that the incomplete elixir of the high-quality Zhenlingxiang can only be found after searching the two domains. It is not easy to collect all the formulas.

"I hope the Wu Clan can give Pindao some surprises..."

Calculating the distance silently, Qin Sang put away the dharma boat and avatar, and shook the black sleeve on his right arm.

Suzaku didn't want to go back to the Thousand Precepts, so he could only keep the Sun God Tree in his sleeves. Fortunately, Suzaku could restrain one or two, so that his breath would not leak out, and would be noticed by those who cared, so he didn't need to bother to cover it up.

He quietly passed through the monster clan's defense line and landed on Tianwu Island.

The layout of Tianwu Island has not changed much from hundreds of years ago. Qin Sang has a sense that things are right and people are wrong. After a while, he walked to a palace pavilion, where an old man from the Wu clan came. Seeing Qin Sang taking out the token, he stepped down Bye, "The villain sees the envoy."

Although this person was from the witch clan, he was a secret agent of the Four Sacred Palaces.

"Did you find him?" Qin Sang asked.

The old man nodded again and again, "There is only one person left in the True Inheritance of the Black Snake, and he is hiding on the island to cultivate. Although he deliberately hides the origin of his master, he can't hide it from the eyes and ears of the villain. The villain has been sending people to watch."

Qin Sang didn't talk too much, asked for the address, and disappeared in a flash.

In a courtyard in the city, a black-robed young man was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly felt something strange, opened his eyes and saw a person appeared in front of him at some time, and the surrounding restraints did not respond.

The young man turned pale with fright, and hastily raised a long knife in front of him, "Who are you?"

"Are you a true disciple of the ancestor of the Black Snake?" Qin Sang asked condescendingly, standing with his hands behind his back.

The young man seemed to have expected it, and smiled miserably.

After the ancestor of the Black Snake disappeared, the line of the Black Snake Mountain declined, and even the sect was snatched away.

Speaking of which, it was also related to Qin Sang, he almost killed all the true disciples of the Black Snake Patriarch, including the most important disciple.

Later, although the Black Snake Patriarch took in some disciples, it was not so easy to find good materials and good qualities. He could still support him when he was there. All become bereaved dogs.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Black Snake Patriarch didn't have many enemies during his lifetime, and the Wu Clan had internal and external troubles, those Nascent Soul Patriarchs couldn't take care of them, and they might have lost their orthodoxy long ago.

Private fighting is not allowed on Tianwu Island, and the surviving sects hid here, but they couldn't avoid the war between the three clans. People continued to die on the battlefield, and they withered day by day, leaving only one young man.

He thought that after hundreds of years, the turmoil of that year had passed, and he had relaxed a bit.

Unexpectedly, someone came to the door, judging by the temperament of the person in front of him, it is likely to be a Yuanying Patriarch, no rules can control this kind of person. The other party killed him, would Dawu Zhu seek justice for him?

The young man knew that he was bound to die, but in the desperate situation, he became ferocious. He held the spiritual knife tightly, and his heart was fierce, and he had to fight no matter what.

Qin Sang turned a blind eye and flew out a ray of light from his right hand, asking, "Have you seen this thing before?"

The young man was slightly stunned, and when he fixed his eyes, he saw a round stone platform, which he had never seen before, but somehow it looked familiar, and he thought for a while before suddenly remembering it.

Qin Sang saw that there was a difference in his expression, and said, "Tell me everything you know."

Seeing that the other party did not seem to be seeking revenge, the young man hurriedly knelt down and bowed down, not daring to hide anything, "I would like to tell you, senior, this junior has heard the matter mentioned by the master inadvertently. Back then, the master ordered his disciples to find half a stone platform similar to it. According to legend, it is an ancient treasure that was lost from the Holy Land of Wushen Mountain. The great Wu Zhu and the elders are also looking for it. The ancestor even personally ordered him not to say anything, but the juniors have a low status and do not know whether it is true or not..."

Back then, when the Palace of Seven Kills broke through and ascended, many masters of the Wu clan were trapped in the inner palace and were smashed into powder by the space storm. The ancestor of the Black Snake was one of them.

The Black Snake Patriarch died in the Palace of Seven Kills, and there were no relics or words left behind. The young man searched his brains and couldn't explain why. Afraid of angering Qin Sang, he hurriedly took out all the sect classics he brought out, and asked Qin Sang to take a closer look.

After scanning all the classics, but found nothing useful, Qin Sang looked up at the direction of the Teleportation Hall, thoughtfully: "Wushen Mountain..."

The young man knelt on the ground, and it took him a long time to raise his head. When he found that there was no one in the room, he relaxed and fell limp on the ground, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

In front of the teleportation hall.

Qin Sang didn't hide his identity, with his sleeves fluttering, he climbed up the stairs.

The guard was about to stop him, but he was stopped suddenly, and then three escaping lights flew down from the sky, all of them were elders of the Wu Clan, they looked at Qin Sang with a look of surprise, and he hurriedly landed to pay homage: "I have seen Qin Zhenjun."

These days, the two races of humans and monsters are making frequent movements, but they cannot hide it from their eyes and ears, and the Four Sacred Palaces have also sent people to inform them.

I don't know when Qin Sang will arrive, Wushen Mountain sent elders to guard here early.

Qin Sang glanced over, but he couldn't see Old Mo Fang.

An elder bowed and said, "The great witch Zhu is hosting a banquet at Wushen Mountain, and ordered me to come and greet the real king."

The three elders, like the stars holding the moon, followed Qin Sang to teleport to Wushen Mountain.

Walking out of the Teleportation Hall, Qin Sang saw a group of Nascent Souls of the Witch Race waiting in front of the hall. The leader was a handsome old man in black robes. Qin Sang knew at a glance that it was an illusionary spirit body. Only spirit cicada.

Ling Chan's whole body is crystal clear like emerald, and the thin wings are dotted with starlight.

Starwing Cicada!

Qin Sang still had a fresh memory of that scene, and wondered if this old man was Fang Laomo's original appearance?

"I've met Qin Zhenjun, and Fang felt disrespectful, disrespectful! Disrespectful!"

The old devil Fang, who was already the great witch Zhu, took a step forward, slapped his head, and looked at Qin Sang with complicated eyes.

His behavior and demeanor are no different from ordinary people, unless you have Qin Sang's eyesight, you can hardly notice the abnormality.

Qin Sang secretly looked at Old Demon Fang, and saw that his aura was not weaker than that of the great monks in the late Yuanying period. He did not expect that after he lost a natal insect Gu, his cultivation base would increase instead of loss.

Now that he can show people in illusion, I don't know if he has gained some supernatural power after his cultivation base has greatly improved. Could he be able to reshape his body in the future?

Looking at the old man with a calm demeanor in front of him, Qin Sang couldn't help being surprised, recalling how rebellious the old devil Fang was when he first met, the Nascent Soul of the human race turned pale when he heard the sound of cicadas, and the great witch Zhu of the witch clan couldn't restrain him .

It seems that Fang Laomo is not a great witch for nothing. Qin Sang also heard Bao Zhengnan and others talk about Fang Laomo.

The Witch Clan has suffered continuous catastrophes, and it is thanks to Fang Laomo that they can survive until today.

The great witch Zhu entrusted him with his life back then, and finally touched this person.

In a flash, Qin Sang returned the salute: "You and I are also old friends, we have shared adversity, so why should you be so polite, Fellow Daoist Fang?"

"Yeah, Fang and Zhenjun are also old friends. It's rare that Zhenjun still remembers old age..."

Fang Laomo sighed.

Bao Zhengnan summoned him, and he thought about it before he remembered that there was such a person.

Back then he had no eyes, and Qin Sang didn't even reach the Nascent Soul realm, so he wouldn't notice him.

Who would have thought that time has changed, and among the juniors, Bao Zhengnan can be equal to him, but this person has already surpassed him, stepped into the realm that countless practitioners dream of, and is at ease in this world.

"The talent of the true emperor, it's ridiculous that Fang was so blind..."

Old Devil Fang shook his head and smiled wryly, and turned sideways, "Ms. Fang has prepared some dirty wine, I'm afraid it won't catch the eyes of the true king."

Qin Sang cupped his hands and said politely.

Light rain patters.

The Teleportation Hall is located halfway down the mountain, and further up is the forbidden area of ​​the Wu Clan, the mansion of the Great Wu Zhu, and even the monks of the Wu Clan must obtain permission to enter.

Qin Sang was interested in observing Wushen Mountain, but he didn't have a way to escape, Fang Laomo and others had no choice but to follow him step by step and climb up the steps.

The raindrops hit the leaves, crackling, and it was fresh and natural.

Qin Sang looked up at the sky, the top of Wushen Mountain was covered with dark clouds, it was already night outside, but the mountain was as bright as day.

A hundred miles above the sky was covered by dark clouds, UU reading www.uukanshu.com thunder and lightning danced wildly, silver snakes galloped, there were terrifying thunder flashes every moment, the thunder was blocked by the prohibition in the mountains, it was no different from when Qin Sang first met .

He had heard the legend of the Wushen Mountain before. This mountain has always been regarded as a holy mountain by the Wu people. The clouds and thunder do not disperse all the year round. The monks of the Wu people thought it was a miracle of the Wushen.

Qin Sang felt that the dark clouds and thunder here were all common celestial phenomena, and there seemed to be nothing strange about them, but this was the most abnormal one!

The Wushen Continent is not a region with abundant water vapor, and it is impossible for ordinary clouds to linger forever.

He glanced at Old Mo Fang. There were many people here, so he didn't say much, and asked after the banquet.

Entering the banquet hall, the guests and hosts are seated separately, and the maids come with fairy fruits and nectar.

Qin Sang drank a few cups with him, and when it came to formality, "Do you know the purpose of coming here?"

The senior leaders of the Wu clan put down the jade lamps one after another, and sat looking at them solemnly.

Old Demon Fang said in a deep voice: "Palace Master Bao once sent a secret letter. I know a little about it, but there are many details that I don't know. Please clarify."

Qin Sang nodded, and said a lot about what should be said.

Chapter end