Chapter 49 Huang Long Zhenren
Inside the Yipin Pavilion.
The third-level forbidden-breaking talisman exploded, transforming into a ray of twisted golden light that madly attacked the southeast corner of the formation.
When the second-order forbidden-breaking talisman exploded, a corner of the formation had become quite thin, as if it could be torn apart at will.
"wishful thinking!"
The old Jindan man yelled, his eyes filled with blood red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood towards the gap in the formation.
Suddenly, along with a mouthful of blood, his body and soul withered visibly, but the corner of the formation torn by the forbidden talisman was constantly repaired and restored.
Ning Daoran was stunned. Using his own blood and qi to feed back the formation, this formation was so sinister! The entire Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation was like a large round coffin, trapping the entire Yipin Pavilion inside, and no living soul could escape.
This move was nothing more than making it impossible for Ning Daoran to escape, and then letting the old man Jindan take over his body! The reason why he was attracted to Ning Daoran was that according to the memory of the White Mist Mountain Patriarch, he vaguely felt that this boy might have cultivated the Changqing Jue to the third or even fourth level!
He is so young but has cultivated the Changqing Jue to such a level. His talent is so terrifying. So what if his spiritual roots are just a little bit worse?
“Buzz!”
Ning Daoran felt a chill down his spine, the Qinglong Spear suddenly appeared in his hand, the eleventh level of Changqing Jue rolled around, and he stepped on the Chengfeng Xiaoyao Jue. With a flash of his body, he fiercely chopped at the Jindan old man's head with a spear!
If you don't fight hard now, you will never have the chance to fight hard later.
"You are really stubborn!"
The old Jindan master opened his arms, and a tremendous amount of magic power gushed out, as if an ancient tree suddenly sprouted wildly, with countless vines covering the sky!
The substantial spiritual pressure from the golden elixir fell upon Ning Daoran, who was instantly unable to move.
"Why struggle, kid?"
Bai Wushan's sinister and cold voice came from behind: "It is your good fortune to become Fellow Daoist Long's body. This is an opportunity that most cultivators only dream of!"
The ancestor of Baiwu Mountain took action immediately. A turquoise green rope was wrapped around more than ten times and tied Ning Daoran tightly.
…
Outside Yipin Pavilion.
"boom--"
A second-order formation rose into the sky, covering the entire Huanglongfang City and even the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation.
Four foundation-building auras burst out, and the four Chaos Sect foundation-building masters led by Huang Chengyan sacrificed various spiritual weapons and stood in the wind outside the Yipin Pavilion.
"Fellow Daoist He, how could you actually use the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation, a magic formation, within the sphere of influence of the Primal Chaos Sect?"
Huang Chengyan frantically scanned the First-class Pavilion with his spiritual sense, and instantly found Ning Daoran who was restrained. He shouted angrily: "Release my Chaos Sect disciples immediately, or we will not be polite!"
"oh?"
A lazy voice came from the First-class Pavilion. The old man surnamed Long released the aura of the golden elixir, stepped out with his hands behind his back, and sneered, "Go ahead and do it. Show me what you have done."
"It is indeed the golden elixir..." The other elders in the early stage of foundation building were shocked.
"This Jindan senior..."
Huang Chengyan looked forbearing and said, "I don't know why you are doing this, Senior?"
"Why?"
The old man surnamed Long said calmly: "Why should I explain to you youngsters? The Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation has been set up. You can attack it before I complete the ceremony. But after the ceremony is completed, those who attacked the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation before... I will settle accounts with them one by one!"
"Who exactly is the senior?"
A foundation-building elder frowned and asked, "Why do you imprison my nephew Ning Daoran?"
"No need to make noise, just attack if you want!"
The old man surnamed Long flashed and turned into a ray of golden light that seeped into the Yipin Pavilion, and was about to start the possession ceremony.
“Senior Brother!”
A lean foundation-building elder said in a voice transmission: "What should we do? This person has the aura of a late Jindan... In my Qingzhou territory... If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the True Man Huanglong."
"That's right."
Another foundation building elder said: "It is said that Master Huanglong has been cultivating for many years to achieve Nascent Soul Formation, but now it seems that he has failed in his attempt to achieve Nascent Soul Formation.
However, his life span was almost over and his body was about to decay, so he took a desperate risk and tried to take over the body of the young monk using the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation, a magical formation.
If this old villain succeeds in taking over the body, there will be a new Jindan. Now that the sect master has not shown up, what should we do? "
"It's over..."
Huang Chengyan's forehead was covered with sweat. "My fellow junior brothers, at this moment, the four of us are relying on the second-level formation to attack the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation. What is the chance of breaking through the formation and killing this late Jindan cultivator within a cup of tea?"
"I'm afraid it's less than 20%."
A fat foundation-building elder had a cold look in his eyes: "It seems that we can only abandon Ning Daoran and rely on this kid's luck. Everything can be determined after the sect master comes. After all, this great cultivator in the late Jindan stage... is not someone we can afford to offend."
"this……"
Huang Chengyan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with hesitation.
Obviously, he was in charge of Fengzhi Tower and had received so many benefits from Ning Daoran, but now Ning Daoran's life was at stake and he could only stand by and watch...
"well……"
He sighed, feeling ashamed of himself as his uncle.
For a moment, the four foundation-building elders of the Chaos Sect's outer sect could only surround the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation but were helpless. The cultivators in the entire Huanglong Market could only avoid it and dared to watch from afar.
…
Inside the Yipin Pavilion.
The emerald green spiritual rope bound Ning Daoran tightly, and he could not even move a finger.
“Ahhh~~”
“Squeak~~”
Inside the spirit beast bag, Big Dumb Deer and Little Blackie attacked the bag opening frantically, but the bag opening was suppressed by the golden elixir spirit and did not move at all.
"It's over..."
Ning Daoran felt a chill in his heart.
He had been very careful in the world of immortal cultivation, but who would have thought that he would meet an old monster in the late Jindan stage at a trade fair? At this moment, apart from lamenting his bad luck, there seemed to be nothing else he could do.
"Boy."
The old man surnamed Long narrowed his eyes, his hands flew, and he cast one spell after another into a formation ritual arranged at his feet. For a moment, an enchanting blood-colored aura continued to rise.
"Don't worry, I will make good use of your body. My name, Master Huanglong, will live on because of your body."
Ning Daoran's brows were tightly knitted.
Zhenren Huanglong, this name sounds very familiar. He is very old, at least five or six hundred years old. He seems to be the ancestor of a long-famous Jindan family deep in the Huanglong Mountains.
This old monster has a very long history and has outlasted many mortals generation after generation. I didn't expect that I would run into it.
"rise!"
The old man surnamed Long flicked his hand, and the body-snatching formation under his feet suddenly began to buzz. Countless blood-colored mists rose up and swallowed up Ning Daoran's entire body.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"It's over..."
Ning Daoran felt a chill in his heart.
The next second, he lost his five senses, including sight, hearing, and touch. His consciousness was instantly compressed back into his physical body, turning into a green light spot in the darkness.
This ray of green comes from the Art of Evergreen.
"Little one, just obey."
The voice of the old man surnamed Long penetrated into Ning Daoran's mind.
Soon, a golden light spot as big as a fist staggered into the dark space where Ning Daoran was.
That was the soul of the old man named Long.
It can be seen that his soul is actually quite weak.
After all, his life span was exhausted, and the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation that was broken by the forbidden talisman that he had to repair with his essence and blood had caused great damage to his soul.
At this time, the old man's spiritual strength was far from reaching the level of the late Jindan stage.
However, it is more than enough to crush the soul of a Qi Refining Stage. This is probably the reason why Master Huanglong dares to take over another's body in this way.
Soon after, the golden light spots began to devour and squeeze Ning Daoran's soul, trying to wipe him out from this space.
Ning Daoran naturally knew that this piece of space was his physical body. Once his spiritual consciousness was really destroyed by the other party, then his physical body would probably belong to the other party.
He certainly wouldn't sit there and wait for death.
Ning Daoran frantically activated the Changqing Jue, and immediately the light spot of his soul became a little bigger.
"Um?"
The old man surnamed Long was stunned: "Your Changqing Jue is not the third level? But the fifth level?"
“Hahahahaha~~~”
He then laughed excitedly, "Great! You have already cultivated the fifth level of the Evergreen Technique at only thirty years old. No wonder it is so difficult to deal with. Boy, I will definitely take your physical body!"
Ning Daoran was unable to make a sound, but he kept activating the Changqing Jue to strengthen his soul and fight against the opponent!
"Hey, that's not right!"
The old man surnamed Long’s voice was stern: “This is not the fifth level of Changqing Jue, but the seventh level?! No, you have cultivated Changqing Jue to the eighth level?! Boy, there are not many geniuses like you. I underestimated you. Come, come, accept your fate and become my body!”
The golden light spot continued to grow, trying to swallow up the emerald green light spot.
Ning Daoran felt dizzy and almost fainted.
Fortunately, after practicing the Soul Searching Technique to the Return to Nature stage, his spiritual awareness was much stronger than those of his peers, and he had already reached the late stage of foundation building. Now, with the help of the Evergreen Technique...
The old man surnamed Long is already in his twilight years, and his spirit and soul are extremely weak. He is afraid that he cannot even reach the spirit and soul level of the early Golden Elixir stage.
The Changqing Jue continued to operate, and Ning Daoran's emerald green light spot was not only not eliminated, but became larger and larger.
"wrong!"
The old man surnamed Long said in a horrified voice: "You have cultivated the Changqing Jue to the ninth level... No, it's the tenth level? Ah... It's still improving, it's actually...
Eleventh level of Evergreen Technique?"
At this moment, his voice no longer contained surprise and excitement, but fear.
With the help of the eleventh level of the Evergreen Art, Ning Daoran's soul was surprisingly stronger than his. The emerald green light spot was getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to swallow up the gradually dimming golden light spot.
"Impossible, this is impossible..."
The old man surnamed Long roared, his voice full of fear and despair: "Your bone age is less than 40 years old, it is impossible for you to practice the Evergreen Art to the eleventh level! Throughout the ages, how many brilliant geniuses have failed to practice the Evergreen Art to the eleventh level, how can you do it? I am unwilling to accept this, I am unwilling to accept this! After so many years of planning, so many years of planning, I have failed because of you..."
The old man surnamed Long's voice began to become confused.
“Ah~~Ah~~~~”
Along with the screams, the golden light became smaller and dimmer.
The soul of the old man surnamed Long was being gradually erased, and in the end not even a trace of dust was left.
…
The cloaked body fell heavily to the ground.
"ah?"
The White Mist Mountain Patriarch was horrified. In his gaze, Ning Daoran slowly opened his clear eyes and said the first words after waking up:
"What are you looking at? Why don't you untie me right now?"
(End of this chapter)