If the fire salt solution was poured into the foundation of the Black Bamboo Forest by Lang Yun, the Eastern Continent, which was originally weak in aura, would not be able to give birth to the same spiritual beings in the world after thousands of years.
But Lang Yun had never thought about this. He was always afraid of death and just wanted to swallow the black bamboo essence and gain eternal life.
It's a pity that everything didn't go as expected. The source of essence in Lang Yun's body was taken back by the black bamboo essence before it was heated, and he was very unwilling to do so.
He originally planned to shake off the Black Bamboo Essence behind him and take the opportunity to escape. But leaving aside whether there was a chance, he thought that if the Black Bamboo Essence became stronger in the future, it would be impossible for him to obtain the source of the Essence. He also suppressed the thought of running away, taking the Black Bamboo Essence behind him. Arrive in front of the bamboo house.
Because he hadn't thought of a countermeasure yet, he could only pretend to kneel down next to the bamboo house and confess to the Taiyi Pavilion disciple who died tragically in his hands.
When Black Bamboo Spirit saw Lang Yun being serious about it, he didn't have the heart to disturb him. When Lang Yun wasn't paying attention, he turned around and returned to the place where he was digging before.
"Wake up... wake up... are you okay..." The black bamboo spirit came to the stranger leaning on the tree and called softly, but it was afraid of frightening the stranger and did not dare to get too close.
This person was none other than Qingxu. He had just seen a group of Taiyi Pavilion disciples acting strangely in the black bamboo forest, so he came forward to check the situation. Unexpectedly, the group of disciples in front of him turned around and their faces were covered in black velvet. It was really scary. Very.
Qingxu was unprepared and was already very frightened, and while he was frightened, he was attacked by someone unexpectedly. He fell into a coma before he could fight back...
"Although this person is unresponsive, he is breathing. He shouldn't be dead, right?" Black Bamboo Jingso learned from Lang Yun that people have life and death, and he also had a rough judgment on the condition of the visitor.
"We have tried many times, but we have never woken up anyone... I don't know your purpose, but you have saved my life anyway, so let me try again!"
In fact, the remnants at the foundation of the Black Bamboo Forest have no consciousness, and their consciousness is only activated because they feel the resentment in the air.
But if the clarity hadn't come suddenly, delaying Lang Yun for a moment, the remnants of the black bamboo essence might have disappeared into the world before it could integrate its resentment...
Black Bamboo Essence saw that Qingxu's breathing was steady, but the back of his head was a bright red after being hit. He suppressed the feeling of weakness, separated a trace of his Black Bamboo Essence, and slowly penetrated it into Qingxu's body...
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"I was just too frightened at the time and accidentally struck too hard. I hope you will be reincarnated as soon as possible and don't turn into lonely ghosts and be burned by the sun and disappear..." Lang Yun muttered while taking the things he had stolen from Taiyi Pavilion. The talisman was treated as yellow paper and thrown into the fire in front of him.
"Huh?" Just as he squinted his eyes and muttered something, the oppressive feeling behind him suddenly disappeared. He glanced back secretly, and then realized that the Black Bamboo Essence following him had left the place for some reason, and his sad face instantly turned cold.
Lang Yun clutched the binding spell in his hand tightly, and the expression on his face was particularly ferocious in the firelight. He viciously threw all the charms on his body into the fire, making the fire in front of him even brighter.
He had spent a lot of effort to trap the black bamboo spirit in the bamboo house before. In order to prevent the Black Bamboo Essence from leaving the Bamboo House, he went to Taiyi Pavilion and stole a lot of binding charms. Unfortunately, the Black Bamboo Essence had already left the Bamboo House, and these things could no longer be used for any purpose...
Looking at the fire in front of him, Lang Yun suddenly thought of the fire salt solution in his sleeves, and his originally ferocious expression became excited again.
At first, he brought the fire salt solution with him, intending to use it as a means of delaying time when he had to escape. It's just because he can't bear to give up the source of the essence like this, so now that the Black Bamboo Essence is no longer here, he has no intention of leaving in embarrassment.
"Now that the black bamboo essence has come outside, it no longer needs the black bamboo poisonous catkins to rely on... Naturally, this fire salt solution does not pose any threat... But if I can trap it in the bamboo house again..."
Thinking of this, Lang Yun also shook his head repeatedly: "But this Black Bamboo Essence is extremely suspicious of me. I'm afraid it won't believe anything I say. What should I do..."
Lang Yun frowned while turning the jar in his hand, and the wound on his chest started to hurt under the burning fire.
Since arriving in this black bamboo forest, Lang Yun has been suffering from wounds of various sizes on his body, but all the other injuries have been healed by the cultivation of the black bamboo spirit. Only the wound on his chest has been left helpless. Repair deep scars.
This wound was cut by Lang Yun himself in order to gain sympathy, but because he did not control the strength well, it almost cost him his life. Fortunately, he was eager to survive and struggled desperately to return to the bamboo house. Otherwise, he might die by his own sword before he can obtain the power of immortality.
"Anyway, things have reached this point, so I will simply bet again that this Black Bamboo Essence will not ignore death!"
After saying that, Lang Yun picked up the jar and smoked it on the fire. Then he took advantage of the fire salt to precipitate and dug out a few binding charms from the corpses of several disciples next to the bamboo house, and then walked away carrying the jar Entering the bamboo house...
The condition of the Black Bamboo Essence here is not good to begin with. In addition to the fact that Qingxu had just been treated for his injuries, it is even more weak now. When it saw that the man who fell on the tree was still breathing, it simply left him here. After all, there were more important things for it to deal with over there.
When the Black Bamboo Essence returned to the bamboo house, he did not see the figure of Lang Yun, and he became confused. But at this moment, it suddenly felt a faint smell of blood coming from the bamboo house, and hurried over.
When the Black Bamboo Spirit saw the scene in the house, it also panicked. It didn't expect that in the short time it left, this person would actually commit suicide!
The Black Bamboo Essence will not retaliate like the Wolf Cloud. It only remembers that if it hadn't been for this person, it would not have been able to use the Black Bamboo Poison Catkins to have the ability to transform.
But just as it arrived at the bamboo house, it saw the man on the ground jump up with a roar, and directly threw the fire salt in his hand into the air! And that's not all, he swung down a few more binding spells, trapping it in them and making it impossible to break free.
"Hahaha... Black Bamboo Essence, how can there be any reason to return what you gave away? Please return the source of my essence quickly!" The reason why Lang Yun "sought suicide" was just to let Heizhu Essence relax. He was on guard, but he didn't expect that the black bamboo spirit would take the bait easily.
"You...you are deceiving us again..." The Black Bamboo Essence was teased again and again, and for the first time, he felt a sense of humiliation. His voice was also mixed with raging anger, "You despicable person! If you get the essence, I’m afraid it will be difficult for all people in the world to live in peace! Since you are forcing each other so hard, we can only do this..."
"Hahaha... Black Bamboo Essence! Now you are imprisoned by the binding talisman and suppressed by fire and salt... Plus now you can't communicate with the Black Bamboo Forest, why are you struggling?" But midway through his words, Lang Yun suddenly felt something. My body started to feel sore and swollen, and I felt something was wrong, "Heizhu Jingso, you...what are you going to do!"
"You are right...but don't forget that your cultivation was given by me! Since you are so unrepentant, I can only use your cultivation to destroy your origin...let's settle the past grudges!"
"Self-destruction?" Lang Yun's face turned pale, but he knew what self-destruction meant, "No... don't! I haven't obtained the method of immortality yet, I can't die here!"
The wolf cloud only wants to escape, and wishes to grow eight legs, so how can it care about the source of its soul? He directly sealed the bamboo house, crawled on the ground and escaped, never daring to look back again...
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The next day, Qingjing, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. He rubbed his eyes and sat up with a look of sleepiness on his face.
Although he went to bed quite early last night, he was chased by a group of black-haired monsters whose appearance could not be seen in his dream all night long. He felt sore all over, so he had no energy and yawned continuously.
"Everyone got up at this time... Could it be that today is the day when the old man comes out of seclusion?" Qingjing counted with her fingers, "That's not right... Isn't it still early?"
Qingjing was wondering in his heart when he saw a figure running towards him from a distance. When the visitor saw Qingjing, he also ran and greeted him: "Little elder Qingjing...the elder is calling you over!"
"What? Who do you think called me?" Qingjing dug her ears and asked in confusion.
"It's the elder...Elder Xuanyang." The man said respectfully.
"Ah... is it true that the old man has left seclusion?" Qingjing thought it was someone stammering just now, but she didn't expect that her guess turned out to be reality, and she muttered in a low voice.
"I know, I'll be there right away!" Qingjing responded while putting on his clothes, but just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly looked embarrassed and said: "Um... have you seen my elder brother..."
The visitor shook his head: "No, maybe the senior brother has already arrived at the elder's place... Do you need me to help you call the senior brother here?"
Qingjing scratched her head and said with an embarrassed smile: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. Come and help me untie the binding spell at the door..."
Although Qingjing practices spells every day, he only practices detonation spells. He doesn't know anything about the other spells in Taiyi Pavilion.
In order to prevent Qingjing from using the detonating talisman to cause trouble, and to enable Qingjing to master the binding talisman as soon as possible, Qingxu left a binding talisman to trap him in the house, hoping that he would use it as a reference and understand this talisman as soon as possible.
But Qingjing was only concentrating on detonating the talisman, and naturally did not think about binding the talisman, so he was kept suffocated in the room, which was also very aggrieved.
In fact, Qingjing was embarrassed to speak just now, but he also thought that if the old man Xuanyang knew about this, he might laugh at himself. It was also out of necessity that someone came to help.
The visitor didn't think so much, and walked straight forward to untie the talisman. But when he looked left and right, he looked confused: "Little elder, there is no binding talisman at your door."
"No?" The incident of being bounced back into the house yesterday was clear but still fresh in his memory. Of course, he couldn't believe it. But when he stepped forward to test it, he realized that the binding charm at the door had indeed disappeared.
"Ahem... I was just joking with you. It's okay. You can go back..."
Qingjing smiled awkwardly, and then rushed towards the main hall...
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