Jiang Haoyang observed carefully on the battlefield, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. The depletion of life could be said to be caused by middle-grade magic. Although I have never seen the Immortal Emperor of the Void perform it, I have some understanding of the power of that immortal technique.
But what about the remaining purple thunder and majestic sword energy all around? With his keen sense of touch, he felt that these sword energies could only be condensed by at least a middle-grade top-grade sword, or even a top-grade one!
But the number is too much, there are about a thousand! What kind of monk wields a thousand swords against his enemies? There is only one explanation, that is the long-lost art of sword control.
His mind suddenly recalled the monk he met by chance in the southern border of the immortal world. He was only at the Daluo Jin Immortal stage, and his sword flying speed was not inferior to that of the Immortal King. After many searches, there have been no clues.
I didn't meet Cheng Ling until later. He broke into the Wuji Secret Realm, accepted a disciple, went to the Demon Spirit Continent, won the first prize at the Wuji Festival, and now the bloody wasteland. Everything showed that this disciple was anything but simple! And by chance, Cheng Ling was in southern Xinjiang when he sensed the monk!
"Could it be that the junior who used sword control back then was the third child?"
The more Jiang Haoyang thought about it, the more suspicious he became. He wished he could see Cheng Ling now. Unfortunately, I didn't know where he was at all. With a sharp flash in his eyes, he murmured: "Sword control! Such a heaven-defying skill, you must find a way to get it! That's all. This trip to the bloody wasteland has basically achieved the goal. The essence of the immortal monks has gathered together, let’s find a place to digest it first!”
After he finished speaking, he once again glanced at the direction Cheng Ling and others were leaving, then turned and left!
...
Cheng Ling's consciousness was immersed in darkness and he slowly fell asleep.
Under the power of the evil spell, 90% of his body was turned to stone, he lost all his magical power and immortality, and his soul seemed to be slowly floating among the lonely stars in the universe.
Most of the space inside the body collapsed. The body was like a balloon full of holes, filled with cracks and evil winds that tore the world apart. There were also a large number of whirlpools hidden in it. In this dead starry sky, the soul floated around, getting farther and farther away. .
I don’t know how long has passed, maybe one day, maybe ten days, maybe one month...
Mental exhaustion caused his soul to be like a candle in the wind, with no fixed place to live, sometimes encountering cracks and sometimes encountering whirlpools. His physical body began to break continuously, making bursts of "crack" sounds.
Qingya and Qingyi were anxious, but there was nothing they could do. They didn't dare to touch Cheng Ling's body easily. The four of them made a simple stretcher and took turns carrying it, and returned to Fanhua Temple as quickly as possible.
A year later, the four girls finally came to a mountain group. Looking at the wooden sign next to them with the three characters "Fanhua An" written on it, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If someone who doesn't know comes here, they won't believe that the mountain gate of one of the four famous Buddhist sects in the world is so simple. In front of you is a wooden bridge made of vines. The smoke curls under the wooden bridge and is bottomless.
In front of the wooden bridge, there is a huge giant tree. The giant tree is very tall, with entangled branches and leaves, and a huge crown. It covers almost a thousand miles in radius, like a small continent.
Qingya and Qingyi took Cheng Ling's stretcher and walked in towards the Tengqiao first. Qinghe and Qinghui quickly followed. Not long after walking, the four girls disappeared into the mist.
In a simple nunnery, Qingya and Qingyi were kneeling on the cold ground, with a stretcher holding Cheng Ling in front of them.
In front of them, there was an old woman with an old face, kneeling on a futon with her back turned. After a long time, there was a sigh and said: "This man is a man, and he is a disciple of the Taoist sect. I don't dare to make the decision easily."
Qingyi kowtowed and said: "Mother-in-law, although Brother Cheng is a member of the Taoist sect, he has saved his disciples many times in times of crisis. The reason why he is now turned to stone by a spell is because he resisted the pursuit of the Immortal King Stage monks for us. Please show mercy!"
"The sect leader is in retreat, and I can't make the decision after telling you this."
Qingya gritted her teeth and said, "Uncle, could you please inform the sect master? I will discuss it with her myself."
"Presumptuous!" The old woman shouted angrily and said: "Qingya, how could these words come from your mouth? Qingyi's experience is still shallow and has not been deeply involved in the world. I thought you were mature and steady, and had a sense of proportion in your heart. The sect leader retreats in order to have some knowledge. After breaking through, do you dare to disregard the honor and disgrace of the entire Fanhua Temple?"
"Uncle, it is precisely because I care about the honor and disgrace of Fanhua Temple that I want to see the sect leader. I have something important to report!" Qingya defended.
The old woman turned around, her eyes were sharp, she stared at Qingya and asked: "Why don't you say something now and insist on meeting the sect leader? As a senior sister of Mingjing and a law enforcement officer of the sect, what can I do? Can’t say famous words?”
Qingyi was about to tell Cheng Ling about half of the sword canon, but was stopped by Qingya. Her face showed pleading, and she said to the old woman: "Mother-in-law, the Buddha said that cause and effect cycle. We have been saved by this person many times, and we have been contaminated by cause and effect. If we can't save him and repay him with kindness, I'm afraid the inner demons will gradually fade away." "Sir, your practice will stagnate in the future. Do you really want to see this?"
The old woman's face softened a little, and she sighed and said: "What a shame, you are being asked by the sect to go to the Bloody Wasteland to look for the Sword Manual. On the one hand, you really intend to find the sect's supreme skill, and on the other hand, you can practice it." Fan."
"Unexpectedly, the fate is so bad. Not only does Junior Sister Mingjing enter reincarnation, but the four of you are also contaminated by unnecessary karma. This is indeed not easy. But now the sect master has reached a critical moment in retreat, so we must not disturb it easily."
Qingyi's heart trembled. She looked at Cheng Ling on the stretcher and said sadly, "Did Brother Cheng just turn into a statue?"
The old woman sighed and said: "He was under a spell and lost a lot of vitality. If he had ordinary vitality, he could make up for it, but what he lost was the vitality of his mind, his soul, and even his soul. If you want to To revive him, unless we can find the resurrecting fruit, we must nourish him with vitality..."
Qingya's eyes lit up and she asked, "Master, is there any way to save him?"
The old woman shook her head and said: "It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult! The old woman has never seen this kind of spell before. Perhaps only the sect master and the one from Bodhi Temple know about it. However, there is a way that may alleviate his petrification and at least return him to a normal state. "
"What method?" Qingyi asked quickly.
"That's the Resurrection Fruit that my wife is talking about. Whether it's his mind, soul, or body that is damaged, basically his soul falls into a deep sleep, and only by finding the Resurrection Fruit can he wake it up. By then, maybe what he means Whether he can recover or not fully wakes up depends on his own destiny."
"Resurrection Fruit? Where can I find it?"
"The soul is the foundation of a monk. This kind of thing is very wonderful. Until now, no great power can completely study it. The resurrecting fruit is a kind of spiritual object in heaven and earth that can condense the soul. However, this kind of fruit is very rare and does not exist. The plants grow, but they grow on top of the heads of the three-headed Yin Python.”
"Where can I find the three-headed Yin Python?"
The old woman took a deep look at the two women, sighed and said: "I hope this person can end the karma on you two. The three-headed Yin python is a kind of underworld in the legend. Its body is extremely huge, reaching a thousand feet. He likes to be cold in nature and can only live in the space of the Netherworld and Demon Realm."
"The space of the Nether Demon Realm..." Qingyi's face was blank, but Qingya's body trembled slightly, her face turned pale, and she obviously knew where she was.
The old woman continued: "Getting the Resurrection Fruit is only the first step. The second step is to find a way to help him wake up. The Resurrection Fruit is a very spiritual fruit. Once it is separated from the head of the three-headed Yin Python, the flesh and blood essence will be gone. Nourished, it will wither and turn into smoke within three days.”
"So, you need to take him into the Netherworld Demon Realm space together, pick the resurrecting fruit and help him refine it immediately to be effective."
"Unfortunately, his soul fell into a deep sleep, and he could not actively refine it. Moreover, it would take him an unknown amount of time to obtain the Resurrection Fruit in the Netherworld Demon Realm. His body was petrified, and he could not actively absorb the immortal essence for refining. The vitality The dissipation speed will be a hundred times faster than that of ordinary people."
"Perhaps before you find the three-headed Yin Python, his soul will eventually be annihilated due to exhaustion of vitality!"
Qing Ya's heart sank to the bottom, and after waiting for a long time, she asked hoarsely: "Uncle, you should have a way to stay alive, right?"
The old woman said: "Yes, unless you condense your own essence of energy and spirit every day to form a drop of vitality blood and continuously smear his petrified body, so that the vitality can be maintained. But this smearing must not stop. Once interrupted, the vitality will be consumed. The speed will increase a hundred times.”
"Qingya, as my junior sister's chief disciple, you have extremely high talents and qualifications. You could inherit her mantle and even become the master of Fanhua Temple. But once you consume the essence of energy and spirit to extend his life, your foundation will be destroyed. It will be damaged, and maybe even the achievements in this life will not lead to Nirvana!”
"Unable to comprehend Nirvana, let alone the five degenerations of gods and humans, the hope placed on you by the junior sister and the sect master will eventually come to naught. How to choose is all in your mind!"
Qingya's delicate body trembled slightly, and her mind suddenly recalled everything she had done with Cheng Ling in the bloody wasteland. From the misunderstanding at the beginning, to the joint efforts to fight against the wild beast, there were chuckles along the way. Although the target has always been junior sister Qingyi, hearing it in my ears was just as joyful.
Later, when he broke into Jiuyou Immortal Mansion, fought against the Immortal King twice, and protected himself and others, all flashed in his mind.
"Perhaps in your eyes, I am just a cold woman, and I am still in a situation where Buddhism and Taoism are at odds with each other, but the words you said and the things you did for us have long been deeply imprinted in your mind and can no longer be driven away... ."
"That's all, no matter what, you have to repay the consequences yourself!"
She kowtowed respectfully to the old woman and said, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance. I understand!"
The old woman took a long breath and said, "Go..."
Qing Ya agreed and gave Qing Yi a wink. The two women lifted Cheng Ling's stretcher and left the nunnery!
