Chapter 214: Bone Altar
"Then why do you still want to suppress me here?"
Li Yuan in the tower looked indifferent.
"This is not what I wish for. In fact, all my fellow Taoists in the Heavenly Palace do not want to see Xuanming in the world, otherwise it will be even more difficult to deal with it." The green shadow appeared in the form of Master Maomu sighed, "After all, the Yuanshui has gathered momentum, and Xuanming can change the world. If you really come to certify the position of "Yuanming", I am afraid that the world will have to change."
"Empty Attestation? The unity of Yuan and Ming?" Li Yuan pondered, "So the Attestation can be like this?"
Mao Mu Qingying immediately kept silent and said, "I just hope that when you take charge of Xuan Ming Dao, you will consider the positions of the three of us Mu De in the past and do not destroy our destiny.
Goodbye! "
Before he finished speaking, the green light in front of him dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
When Li Yuan was the only one left in the tower, his mood did not change. His words were all meant to distance himself from the other party. It seemed that he was not helping either side, but in fact, in other words, he was just a fence-sitter, trying to have the best of both worlds.
Although he had never been to the Heavenly Palace, he could guess its complexity based on the attitudes of the Taoist masters.
Those who can be ranked as True Lords are all beings in the world who possess great wisdom and perseverance, and no one can look down on them.
Above the Heavenly Palace, the Maomu Immortal Palace is not as grand and magnificent as other immortal palaces. Instead, it is filled with mundane and vulgar atmosphere.
Looking around, you can see countless willow trees and painted bridges, endless red and white buildings, endless singing and dancing on the lake, and bright lights that never go out.
On a pleasure boat, a handsome man lay on the lap of a beautiful woman, smiling and drinking a glass of wine. The beautiful woman beside him served him with tenderness. The man smiled and said, "I have said everything I should say. As for what he thinks, I don't know."
Sitting beside the mahogany round table was a handsome man with a broad face and a stern brow, dressed in black and tight-fitting clothes. He was sitting upright in the pleasure boat, still exuding an air of integrity.
His eyebrows twitched, and he said helplessly: "Is this how you do things?"
"What? Are you still not satisfied?" Master Maomu smiled and sat up from the girl's arms. "When I refined the Xuan Pagoda, I borrowed the status of those old guys from Shifang and the old villain Wuhuo. If I say more, they will naturally be able to sense it."
"But you just mentioned it so lightly, what do you think Xuanming is?" The heroic man said dissatisfiedly: "Your intention is too obvious when you say that."
"Haha, so what? He can naturally understand the reason. But he is being watched by the First Immortal and all the True Lords in the heavens. Does he have any choice?"
Mao Mu Zhenjun pinched the delicate wrist of the girl beside him with a smile, which frightened the girl so much that she trembled and her face flushed. He picked up the glass wine jug and poured the wine into her mouth.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the heroic man seemed to ignore the scene and continued, "The next era's Zhenjie Immortal Lord will be my turn. Yi Mu has been getting a little close to Tai Yin for thousands of years, so you need to pay attention.
After those old guys come back, I'm afraid that the Heavenly Palace will be in even greater chaos. If we are unable to do so, we might as well borrow the power of Guishui and Hanqi. At worst, we can really let them open the underworld, and the power of Buddha and Demon will rise again, and the ancient lord will return to power. The more chaos the world has, the better."
"It's rare that you, a righteous Yinmu, would change your nature. Don't worry, I can take the overall situation into consideration. Jiamu produces yang, while Yimu produces yin. Yimu really doesn't want to join forces with the two of us. Even if we get it, we can't use it." Master Maomu said with a slightly cold look in his eyes.
"That may not be the case. Tai Chi has been revealed to the world, and you can't be as lax as usual." Yinmu Zhenjun reminded him, then stood up and walked out of the pleasure boat.
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Qi Ling School, peach blossoms bloom in the mountains, a special kind of spring red.
At the foot of the peak, disciples were casting spells to nourish the spiritual herbs in the spiritual medicine garden, while behind the disciples was Bai Xuanhua, the master of the spiritual plant peak, who was silently inspecting the spiritual medicine garden.
Behind him were two deacons from Lingzhi Peak, both of whom looked unhappy.
One of the short men said, "Peak Master, this Renchen-branded medicine garden has used the Runsheng technique for the sixth time this year, but it can only barely maintain its vitality."
Bai Xuanhua nodded, put one hand behind his back and came to a spiritual herb, looking carefully at the inspiration on it. This was a spiritual herb of the Yi wood family, which had been cultivated for more than forty or fifty years and could be used to refine elixirs for blood coagulation and replenishing vitality.
In his divine sense, the spiritual power of this medicine seemed to be tending to flow southwards. Even though there was a spirit gathering formation specially arranged by Zhenfeng in the medicine garden, it was still difficult to stop this phenomenon.
He sighed and said, "This is something that cannot be helped. I have looked at more than 50 medicinal gardens, both large and small, inside and outside the sect, and found that this situation exists to a greater or lesser extent, especially for the spiritual plants of the Yi and Mao wood species.
I consulted ancient books and just found out that this is the power of the golden elixir, which cannot be changed by minor cultivators like us."
The two deacons beside him were shocked when they heard this. The beautiful female cultivator said in surprise, "Doesn't that mean that after a long time, most of the spiritual medicines in the sect will be lost?"
Bai Xuanhua nodded silently, looked at his two younger generations, and explained: "Our Qi Ling Sect is already so far away from the Shangxu Wanding Domain, but it is still affected. I am afraid that the other neighbors will be even more seriously affected.
The Mao Wood has taken back the world's spring energy, and we true cultivators can only watch helplessly. Even if there is this ancient art of nourishing the vitality of the spiritual wood, it can only barely keep the spiritual herbs from withering. "
The short man Bai Qi asked tentatively: "How about asking the two ancestors?"
Bai Xuanhua shook his head and said, "I reported this strange phenomenon to the Sect Master long ago, and the Sect Master also consulted the old ancestor, but unfortunately the old ancestor is still in seclusion practicing secret techniques and cannot come out for the time being.
Let's wait and see, and let the disciples of Lingzhi Peak make a choice. Only keep the spiritual medicines that are over a hundred years old, and send those that are less than a hundred years old to other peaks, so that they can be used to their full potential and reduce losses."
"Yes! Peak Master!" The two of them took the order and left, while Bai Xuanhua turned around and left.
As soon as the peak master left, Bai Qi and Bai Yun discussed which medicine gardens had more hundred-year-old spiritual herbs.
"Junior Sister Yun, my useless nephew is currently learning alchemy and is in need of some Yuxi Grass. I'll get a few for him. It's for our own use anyway, so Junior Sister Yun won't think too much of it, right?"
Bai Yun paused for a moment after hearing this. After all, he was her brother, and it was just a few yellow-grade Yuxi grass, which was not worth many spirit stones. Since her senior brother had asked, she couldn't refuse, so she smiled and said, "It's just a small matter, senior brother, just take it."
"In that case, thank you very much, junior sister." Bai Qi said with a smile, "When that brat succeeds in refining the elixir, you can ask him if you have any questions about refining the elixir." Bai Qi thanked her in return with a smile.
He received Bai Yun's decree and then entered one of the several spiritual medicine gardens.
The dozen or so disciples guarding the medicine garden saw him coming, and the leading disciple greeted him repeatedly. "Does the deacon have any instructions?"
Bai Qi said with a straight face: "I am here to inspect the medicine garden on the orders of the peak master. All spiritual herbs under a hundred years old must be sent to each peak, so I am here to inspect them.
You guys just step back."
The disciples did not dare to ask more questions and just took their leave.
When Bai Qi was the only one left in the huge medicine garden, he couldn't help but sigh, "My sect has a deep foundation and has been passed down for thousands of years. There are so many mysterious spiritual medicines that are hundreds of years old in this medicine garden.
There are no less than 20 or 30 medicinal gardens of this scale in the sect, including those stationed outside. The mountain is really extremely rich, no wonder the sect contribution points can be exchanged for various rare and precious medicinal herbs. "
He walked and looked, and picked a few forty or fifty year old Yuxi grasses, but when he was about to stop, the scent of a spiritual medicine next to him made him unable to move.
"Xuanpin Zhenhao Lingxu Grass! The second stage of the cultivation method I am practicing just needs this thing as a medium. If I have this spiritual medicine, I can directly shorten the hard training by more than ten years!"
Bai Qi couldn't help but feel his heart beating. He hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but reach out and take the spiritual herb, muttering to himself: "There are thousands of spiritual herbs in this medicine garden. Who would notice if one is missing? It will be fine.
Besides, Junior Sister Bai Yun is in charge of the medicine garden, so even if it is discovered, it won’t be a big deal. Even if it is reported to the Peak Master, the Peak Master is also my cousin, so it won’t be a big deal!”
He comforted himself for a long time, and finally calmed down and put the elixir in his pocket, pretending that nothing had happened and leaving the elixir garden.
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In the death cave, the negative energy rises and falls, the piles of bones are piled up into an altar, and the long and shrill howls of ghosts and spirits echo endlessly.
There was a little child sitting on the altar, with a solemnity that did not match his age on his young face. The Xuanming status above the Nine Heavens was slowly being drawn by him and merged into the bone altar.
The boy stretched out his hand and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner flew out and stood on the altar of bones. Immediately, all the disciples imprisoned in the death cave knelt on the ground and wailed in fear, fearing that they would become ghosts in the next moment.
Chen Ming used his primordial spirit to refine the entire bone altar, imprinting his status deep within the magic weapon, condensing it into a series of treasure bans.
When the fourth treasure ban was formed, a black beam of light suddenly burst out from the bone altar, turning the sky within a radius of thousands of miles around the Qi Ling Sect into darkness.
Countless black crows were startled and flew up and circled in the sky. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were so frightening that even the disciples of the Qi Ling sect were trembling with fear even though they knew it was the magical power of their ancestor.
Inside the death cave, Shen Ming slowly opened his eyes, and the bone jar shrank into a beam of white light that was absorbed into his body.
This bone arsenal was a magic weapon he made by using the bone of the underworld as its body, collecting countless bones and melting them into an arsenal to guide his status!
Each magic weapon is a powerful item that can only be refined by a Jindan Zhenren, and is many times more powerful than the spiritual tools of a true cultivator.
When Li Yuan was practicing in the world, he did not pay much attention to magical weapons and spiritual weapons, because even if he had high-quality magical weapons and spiritual weapons, he would still be at the bottom of the same level. Instead of spending a lot of effort on refining spiritual weapons, it would be better to concentrate on improving his realm.
But the current Chen Ming is obviously not Li Yuan. His Xuanming Taoist school is not weak in combat power. In addition, with the fusion of Li Yuan's soul and his original body's strange magical powers, his combat power is not weak when facing most golden elixirs.
With the added strength of the magical bone jar, his strength has been improved to a new level, and he would not be at a disadvantage even if he were to fight against the Second Life Golden Elixir.
The instruments used to make the golden elixir have the charm of supernatural powers and the mystery of status. They can shake the world, move mountains and fill the sea. They are called magic weapons.
Magical weapons are divided into four grades: heaven, earth, black and yellow. Those below the three treasure bans are called yellow grade, those from four to six are called black grade, and those from seven to nine are called earth grade.
Only a True Lord can make a magic weapon of the heavenly grade. It has ten treasure prohibitions. The immortal decree of a True Lord can be called a magic weapon of the heavenly grade, inheriting the power of the True Lord!
The White Bone Altar is a magical weapon of the Xuan grade that has four forbidden treasures.
It has the effect of suppressing all ghosts and spirits, and can command all evil spirits. It can attack when advancing and defend when retreating.
If it weren't for the rush of time and Chen Ming's realm, this magic weapon could even be directly called a earth-grade magic weapon.
It’s not because of the superb refining technique, but because of the piece of Netherworld Bone in it.
Chen Ming looked up at the movement in the sky, and with a flick of his sleeve he dispersed the black fog in the sky, and a tide of crows also fell down.
The countless flocks of crows in the Qi Ling territory were all guided here by the status quo, although now most of them are ordinary crows and a few are Qi-refining demon crows.
But as time goes on, these crow waves will gradually become stronger.
Because, wherever there is mourning, there is death. The crows practice by absorbing death energy, so naturally, the longer they live, the more death energy they absorb.
Moreover, with Chen Ming helping them gain strength, the crows have no natural enemies in Qi Ling’s territory.
Outside the Death Cave, a group of peak masters and sect leaders had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the little boy coming out, they all bowed and said in unison: "Congratulations to the ancestor for his great magical powers!"
Chen Ming waved his hand and laughed, "Everyone, get up. I am just refining a magic weapon that is convenient for me. Otherwise, when others attack the mountain gate in the future, I will just be beaten.
Has anything major happened in the mountains recently?"
It was the first time for some of the peak masters to see that their ancestor actually looked like a boy. Although they were quite surprised, the power of the golden elixir on his body could not be faked.
The head of the sect, Wang Chaochen, said: "Replying to the ancestor, all matters of the mountain, big or small, are handled according to their own procedures, and there is no problem.
However, recently the vitality of the herbs in the spiritual medicine garden has been fading, and many thousand-year-old spiritual medicines cultivated by the sects have shown signs of withering. If this continues for a long time, I am afraid that the efforts of generations of ancestors will be wasted!"
"That's a difficult thing." Shen Ming shook his little head, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly raised his head and looked to the west, his eyes fixed on a certain place, and said fiercely: "What are you going to do, big snake?"
Everyone turned around to look, and saw a feminine man coming with a smile. Wherever he passed, the spring atmosphere became stronger. He held a round fan in his hand and chuckled, "Spring Banquet, Yu Xiaoyao.
The willows are covered in thick smoke, and the plum blossoms are playing sadly. How much spring is there?
Daoist friend, Guiyin came to see me, please come to my house for a chat."
Shen Ming’s dark eyes swung around, and he said with disgust: “I won’t deal with a big snake like you.
Come on! "
After saying this, he turned around and his short body stretched out, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a gloomy man in a black robe with slanted eyes. His cold voice unconsciously carried a chill that cooled the spring breeze.
"My friend from Guiyin, how are you?"
"Oh? So that's how it is." Gui Yin saw the man in front of him, and guessed something in an instant, and said with a deeper smile: "Since it's you, fellow Taoist, then it's easier to talk.
I have a benefit here, I wonder if you would like to share some of it."
"What benefits?" Shen Ming did not refuse.
Guiyin smiled secretly and said: "The spring of wood virtue is hard to come by in a hundred generations!"
(End of this chapter)
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