The sky was dark, and the moonlight was as inky as ink.
The owner of this breath was like a wild giant who had just opened his eyes, ruthlessly tearing apart the night.
The ripples spread out, and the silhouette of the dark star swayed gently like water.
Taoist Yunhua and the White Bone Demon were both pinned to the ground, breathing rapidly, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs, and they even had a premonition that their bodies would explode at any moment.
Yuan Zhuo was slightly better, but his spine was also slightly bent, his face was ferocious, a pair of fangs gradually revealed, and the bloodthirsty look in his eyes gradually overshadowed his clear mind.
Li Qinglin looked somewhat solemn.
This aura is from a martial arts practitioner! Powerful!
Very powerful!
It can be said that since Li Qinglin started practicing martial arts, he has met the strongest person in the martial arts world! At the bottom of Li Qinglin's pupils, his spirit flowed, and blood and spirit flowed under every inch of his skin.
Li Qinglin took a step forward, like a reef in the raging waves, blocking the breath.
The three people behind him breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh?"
In the distance, a light exclamation was heard.
Maolin was torn apart.
The monsters and evil creatures in the mountains immediately retreated in fear.
A dark tentacle suddenly emerged from the ground, and a thrilling aura emanated from the tentacle.
Li Qinglin's eyes fixed upon seeing this.
That is...
It is similar to the root system of a certain tree, with a simple and rough surface and some hairs that are invisible to the naked eye. It absorbs the Qi from the air and soil all the time.
With the arrival of the tentacles, the forest immediately became faded and dim.
It seems like the most essential essence of life has been lost.
"What's your name?"
"Your smell is so familiar, it reminds me of an old friend."
A spiritual fluctuation came from the tentacle.
Li Qinglin snorted coldly. In his perception, many soul threads secretly extended from the tentacle in front of him, blocking Li Qinglin within a radius of dozens of feet.
It is necessary to wrap everyone up.
"call!"
Li Qinglin practiced "The Taoist Palace's Cangshen Zhu" and the faint sound of Taoist chanting was heard. His black hair was flying, his robes were rustling, and his soul turned into a sheathed sword, which suddenly flew out of the sheath!
The air in the entire dense forest was trembling and shattering! In an instant, it cut through the soul thread secretly woven by the tentacles, and with the remaining force, it went towards the tentacles.
The dead leaves swirled down in the wind.
Li Qinglin and the tentacles were in a state of stagnation as if the freeze button had been pressed.
"Your martial arts...what is your relationship with Wu Yong?!"
Feelings of surprise, confusion and astonishment came over me.
Wu Yong, the ancestor of war?
Li Qinglin studied hundreds of schools of thought, refined what he had learned, and created his own third realm of martial arts.
He occupied Wu Yong's back in Gou Mang's calamity zone and comprehended and digested his various martial arts skills.
Naturally, they all become one’s own foundation.
Therefore, it is normal that his moves and methods, and even in "Daogong Cangshen Zhu", have more or less some shadow of Wu Yong.
But unless someone is extremely familiar with Wu Yong, others would never be able to notice it.
"Isn't it an old monster?"
Li Qinglin's eyes were solemn, and the three-spike plantain exhaled a wisp of spiritual energy. Under the guidance of the power of the soul, it traced the source along this tentacle.
This tentacle vaguely sensed something, but did not resist. Instead, it went with the flow and led Li Qinglin.
The leaves are fallen, no grass grows, the land is cracked, and the scene is filled with deathly silence.
A blind man sat cross-legged in front of a chessboard.
The blind man's lower body, like a tree root, was deeply embedded in the ground.
It then branched out underground, forming dozens or even hundreds of tentacles that absorbed the underground veins and the air of the underworld.
"This tentacle, it turns out it's just a part of him?"
Li Qinglin felt extremely heavy when he saw this.
Just a tentacle has such power.
I'm afraid that even an ordinary martial artist at the third level of martial arts would find it difficult to match him.
Not to mention the blind man who seemed to be dying and would die in the next second.
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The blind man's condition was very strange.
It seems that it is unable to leave this dead stone forest and has transformed into some kind of earthly being.
There was clearly an aura of death all over his body, covering his head with black hair. If it were someone else, he would have died long ago and turned into dry bones.
But the life essence that was continuously absorbed from deep underground kept him alive and maintained the balance between life and death.
"Immortal cultivators have various means of prolonging their lives, such as taking longevity pills, practicing anti-aging techniques, cutting off the heavy burdens on their foundations, and even using natural materials and treasures to refine their clones.
Could it be that this is a method of prolonging life that is unique to warriors? Turning a territory into a life-forbidden zone, just to provide for and prolong his life."
Li Qinglin's heart moved.
It seems that he was the one who caused the continuous heavy rain and the flood.
The blind man raised his head, looked into the void, and said to himself, "I have waited for many years, and finally I have waited for you."
"I didn't expect that Brother Wu Yong had left a legacy in the outside world. He caused a big disturbance at Yungu Leifeng that day and died of serious injuries. He suffered for several years and finally died of exhaustion."
"Because I had different ideas from him, I left the Wumeng with a group of warriors and established the Jiwuyulongmen."
"For so many years, I have been feeling guilty and it is hard to get over it."
"Today, I finally met his successor. I am willing to offer my lifelong learning, my Tao, and even these..."
As he spoke, a drop of bluish-white liquid emitting a rich life essence floated out and hovered in the void.
At the same time, in the fairy in the pot.
Plantain, which had been working silently to comb the earth's veins for spiritual plants, seemed to have sensed something that was extremely attractive to it.
A strong desire and greedy instinct came over me.
"Mother Earth's Tears, a rare treasure, although not considered an immortal material, but in the world of immortal cultivation, it is also a first-class treasure. It can only be obtained by refining by the gods of the earth. Taking it can break the innate limit, and turning into white bones is not a problem!"
The blind man smiled with relief, "All of this is yours. Come on, eat me."
"Eat me, and your Tao and your method will be further improved, and you can even step into the fourth realm!"
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"The guy took the bait!"
"This old man has been staying in Xiangshui Mountain for hundreds of years. If it weren't for the imperial decree of the Great Jiang Emperor, who restored the power of the God of the Earth and City and granted him Xiangshui Mountain, I would have gone to have fun with him long ago!"
"But it's okay! One is harboring evil intentions, and the other thinks he has found an opportunity. It's so beautiful!"
"Hey, why hasn't Junior Brother Malou come yet? Is he really addicted to playing the role of a temple deity? Logically, he should be the most enthusiastic about this kind of thing, but the sun is rising from the west today?"
"Oh, don't worry about him, he's probably still teasing the travelers who are staying overnight at the temple... Look, look, that person is about to agree!"
In an extremely secret place, two consciousnesses communicated quickly with teasing and curious emotions.
Thin golden lines moved and outlined, forming two palm-sized animal-shaped puppets.
The bulging pupils flickered faintly.
(End of this chapter)