Wang Lu felt that his corpse slave was getting farther and farther away from him, and he was so angry that he punched the ground with his fist.
The ground made a "rumbling sound" and even gradually became covered with cracks.
"Who is it? Who is it? He actually beheaded my corpse slave and wanted to capture my corpse slave alive." Wang Lu's bloodshot eyes stared at the hilltop east of Hulao Pass.
He really wanted to fly into the city, find the culprit, and ask him why he did what he did.
But he hesitated again. He was seriously injured by a Qi practitioner with a few thunderbolts because of his carelessness. He is still not healed now. In fact, his cultivation almost fell from the foundation building stage to the Qi training stage.
"No matter who it is, I will make him pay the price when midnight is over tonight." Wang Lu looked at the hills to the east of the city, a cold look flashed across his face. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he saw the "Bloodthirsty Corpse Mother" in his sleeves. "Turtle" seems to be moving.
He slowly took out a purple box from his sleeve. Although the box was not opened, there was a lot of movement inside.
The "bloodthirsty female corpse turtle" is divided into male and female. When they are divided, they sleep, and when they gather together, they become restless.
The "bloodthirsty female corpse turtle" he was carrying was a female, and the male accompanying it was already dead, and it suddenly became restless at this moment. Could it be...
After Lin Jingzhe finished her duties, she couldn't wait to find a bottle. She borrowed Wang Shuya's spirit sword and made an incision on the black-robed man. Then she inserted a tube, connected it to the bottle, and started bleeding.
The blood of rigor mortis is black, and the blood of this foundation-building bronze corpse is dark and thick.
This bronze corpse was even more ferocious than Rumeng's bronze corpse. It had long gray-brown nails that made a squeaking sound when they rubbed against the ground.
The copper corpse smelled the breath of living people, and was obviously restless. It opened its mouth and roared, emitting waves of bad breath.
Lin Jingzhe saw that he had drawn a jar of blood and was still so fierce. He was not polite and found a bottle to continue bleeding and filling the blood.
When three full bottles were filled, the copper corpse became visibly quieter, and its complexion became even more pale as paper.
This bottle is only as long as the thumb and index finger, and the capacity inside is not very large, but every bottle can be filled to the full.
"Junior brother, what do you want these corpse blood for?"
"Charms."
"Drawing talisman?" Wang Shuya nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
She naturally knew that her junior brother's talisman-drawing skills might have been passed on to the bronze mirror. It was not that she was not passionate about the magical power of the talisman, but she also knew that she was only half qualified. Even with the drawings of the thunder-calling talisman, she could not draw the power. Powerful thunder caller.
"Junior brother, there is something I want to say to you."
"Sister, please tell me."
"Do you know which sect is the inheritance of the talismans and magical powers that are currently circulating in the world?"
"Tiance Sect?"
"Yes." Wang Shuya said: "The magical power of talismans is the inheritance of Tiance Sect. They specialize in using talismans to enter the Tao and practice the righteousness of heaven and earth, and their attack methods are also the magical powers of talismans."
"oh."
"But do you know that they have a monopoly on these magical powers?"
"monopoly?"
"The Tiance Sect draws and sells talismans. They use the talismans to support the foundation of the entire Tiance Sect." Wang Shuya looked at him and continued: "Since you can draw talismans, but you are not a member of the Tiance Sect, what do you think? Think about it, what would happen if people from the Tiance Sect knew that you had the inheritance of talismans and magical powers?"
Lin Jingzhe was startled, he had thought about this before, and when the third senior sister mentioned it, he also frowned, "First, maybe I could be asked to hand over the magical power of the talisman, and then be recruited into the Tiance Sect; second, maybe second Don’t tell me, just kill me and steal the inheritance of the talisman’s magical power?”
"Yes." Wang Shuya nodded, and then said: "If other sects know about it, what do you think they will do?"
"Strive for? Or solicit?"
"Both are possible."
"Then Senior Sister, are you trying to persuade me not to reveal too many secrets?"
"Yes and no."
"What's the meaning?"
"When your cultivation is strong, the secret is not a secret, but your method."
"What if you are forced to do it as a last resort?"
"Then you must be more ruthless than others, kill people, silence them, and cut off the chain of transmission." Wang Shuya continued to add: "You have to know that sometimes, if you are not more ruthless than others, you will definitely suffer the loss."
"Thank you, senior sister, for the tip."
"You are still young, and you have stayed in the mountains for six more years. There are many people and many things that you have never really faced. Naturally, you don't know how unpredictable people are." Wang Shuya continued: "Even if I tell you the truth now, but You don’t know that I will tell the world your secret that day in order to protect myself.”
"Senior sister can't."
"Yes." Wang Shuya said: "Everyone is afraid of death, including you and me. Although we will survive the disaster, we cherish the present more."
"Cherish now?" Lin Jingzhe hesitated, and his heart was shaken. He liked the feeling of being reborn after a disaster.
When he was in the mountains before, he would rather give up his own life to fight for a peaceful life for Xiao Wu.
And since Xiao Wu left and escaped from Zi Yu's clutches, he has become more cherishing his current life.
Even if he met the owner of those three streams of light later, he would rather hide and stay for several years, cautious and walking on thin ice, than challenge the fear in his heart.
He knew that he had changed, that he had become afraid of death, and that he cherished the present more. He knew that he was no longer the young man who was not afraid of death.
Maybe it's because he now has the agreement between Xiao Wu and the Dongzhi brothers in his heart, or maybe he wants to save Lin Xiyao in the creation realm of all things.
But he knew very clearly that there was no one in this world who could make him willing to die.
"Sister, I understand."
"It's good that you understand." Wang Shuya said: "If I am really threatened by someone that day, just kill me directly. Don't let anyone threaten you."
"I will."
"...?"
Wang Shuya wanted to say something else, but after hearing his reply so simply, she stopped saying anything.
Lin Jingzhe collected the blood from the corpse, then shopped around the city's grocery stores and medicine shops, and finally got half a pound of cinnabar, a few sword star grass and a stack of talisman papers.
There is no langhao pen, so I can only use a writing brush instead.
The blood of the corpse was mixed with the powdered sword star grass and cinnabar, and then the lines of the talisman were painted on the talisman paper laid out.
He is now trying to draw a new kind of talisman, which is called "Sword Talisman".
The five elements of a corpse belong to gold, which is one of the most suitable materials for drawing sword charms.
Before in Cangzhou City, I was already familiar with and mastered the outline of the sword talisman, but I couldn't find any blood that could be used, so I put it aside.
Now that he has free blood from rigor mortis in the foundation-building stage for his own use, he will naturally not be polite.
With his head down like this, he worked until midnight, and his arms gradually became sore and numb.
At this time, the cinnabar mixed with blood had been used up, and only two or three of the large stack of talisman papers were used.
However, there are only two successful "sword talismans".
He didn't know the power of these two sword talismans, but it should depend on the year of the sword star grass.
Sword Star Grass grows in places where sword energy flourishes, or in kendo aristocratic families, so it is the best kind of Sword Star Grass.
However, the sword star grass that lives in mortal medicine shops is just an ordinary herb. However, they at least grow in mortal sword training places, or someone deliberately buried swords around them to encourage them. It grows into the shape of sword star grass.
But no matter what, the blood from the corpse slaves in the Foundation Establishment period was put together to form two paintings, which is enough to prove that the sword star grass is not more than ten years old.
"Hey, as expected, without the real spiritual grass mixed in, the success rate would be extremely low. Fortunately, I didn't blindly use the blood from my own body to draw the talisman. Otherwise, the gain would not be worth the loss."
After taking back the two talismans, he moved back to the bedside, cast "Hongmeng Chaos Yin and Yang pole", and entered into visualization.
After practicing at Xu time, he felt sleepy, so he lay on the bed and fell asleep.
In dreams, in the mirror world.
"Miss Lin."
"Um."
"Have you ever heard of Soul Jade?"
"Soul jade?" Lin Xiyao paused and said, "Soul jade means that jade has independent consciousness, but this is rare and rare."
"I see." Lin Jingzhe nodded, and suddenly asked: "Can stone seal people's consciousness?"
"Sealing into people's consciousness?" Lin Xiyao frowned, "What's going on?"
"That's it..." Lin Jingzhe immediately informed her of the news that he had met an old man in Yuxi.
"Hidden Cloudy Jade?" Lin Xiyao frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "This should be the material for forging magic weapons, but whether it will give birth to consciousness is hard to say, unless he is the heart of the stone spirit, or has the stone spirit. Spiritual body.”
"Does that girl mean that this old man has either the body of a stone spirit or the heart of a stone spirit?"
"Well, but..."
"But what?"
"Dark Sky Moon is one of the preferred materials for forging magic weapons."
"Magic weapon?"
"That's the weapon of the demon cultivator."
"Does that mean that the Jade Seal of Protecting the Country is a magic weapon?"
"It's also possible." Lin Xiyao changed the subject, "But we can't rule out that the soul jade in the national protection jade seal may also be sealed inside."
"seal?"
"I don't know what the situation is. After all, this is just my own guess."
"Oh, that Hunyu didn't mention the word magic weapon and magic cultivator to me. I'm afraid he still has many things he is hiding from me."
Lin Xiyao looked at him and said, "What are you going to do?"
"How to do it? Just let nature take its course. After all, I'm just a young Foundation Builder. What can I do? Oh, by the way, he even mentioned the mirror and said he smelled..."
"Huh?" Lin Xiyao shouted coldly, pressing the hilt of the sword, about to draw the sword.
When Lin Jingzhe saw this, she quickly changed her words, "No, no, it's the smell of the mirror. I made a mistake. Please forgive me, girl."
Lin Xiyao snorted softly and put down what she was doing.
Lin Jingzhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "Miss Lin, that soul jade should only know this bronze mirror, but it doesn't know that you also live in it."
Lin Xiyao did not answer. She felt that Lin Jingzhe's words were very reasonable. She had been trapped in this mirror for thousands of years.
In this space, except for the person trapped in the mirror with him, there is no other person.
But now, to be precise, there should be no third person...
