An Yan wanted to resist, but the next moment she was shocked to realize that her body could no longer move.
The white-haired old man walked around him several times, and kept making tut-tut sounds, as if he had discovered some delicious food: "You have such a young body. A person like you is actually a casual cultivator. At first, I really didn't understand." Come to think of it, where did you get this Qi-condensing technique?"
An Yan responded with her spiritual thoughts: "I'm from Luoyang."
"Luoyang?" The old man sneered.
"Are you kidding? Before the ban was lifted, which monk would dare to approach the capital of God? Even if the ban is lifted, there are only twenty-four people in Luoyang now. Do you want to tell me that you are a major cultivator?"
He pinched An Yan's chin and admired it carefully, with a twinkle in his eye.
"You have a really nice body. It really makes my heart beat. If I take you away, it seems like a good choice."
He put a hand on An Yan's shoulder, and An Yan suddenly felt an uncomfortable energy coming from his hand and spreading throughout his body.
The old man looked as if this was indeed the case: "It's really a casual cultivator. What he is running is just the technique of absorbing spiritual energy to refine yin and yang. Could it be that you, the kid, learned it on your own?"
As he spoke, he was stunned for a moment, but soon his eyes showed unspeakable excitement: "If this is really the case, with your qualifications, it is possible for me to enter the destiny realm in the future! I have practiced hard for seventy years. It will be difficult to break through the spiritual realm even after many years. Maybe everything will be different in the future. Heaven is really kind to me and sent you to me!"
An Yan saw that he seemed to have made up his mind, and his heart sank to the bottom. He immediately shouted with his spiritual thoughts: "My uncle is the prime minister of the dynasty, Yu Jingtang. If you dare to touch me, he will not let you go!"
The old man laughed loudly: "If that's the case, then you have no way to survive. Do you expect me to let you go back and retaliate against me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a light visible to the naked eye suddenly lit up on his body, his white hair was flying, and a white shadow rushed out of him and floated in the air. Its appearance was exactly the same as the old man.
An Yan felt that the spiritual energy around him was being mobilized by the other party, but he had no intention of paying attention to it. He was so anxious at the moment that he quickly shouted with his spiritual mind: "Wait a minute, I have a secret to tell you!"
The phantom laughed extremely happily: "What secrets can you have about a first-level cultivator? If I devour you, everything about you will be mine! What a tragedy! What a tragedy! Beg for mercy, beg for mercy! You My death will create my new life!"
The white shadow suddenly expanded in a circle, and its momentum became even more terrifying. In the next moment, it swooped towards An Yan's body, all pouring into it without a trace of sound.
An Yan's consciousness only dimmed. The whole person seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss.
There was no light around him, but fortunately he could still feel the presence of his body. The flow of Qi in his body became faster and faster, and his whole body felt warmer than ever before.
He heard the old man scream.
"no no!"
"It's Xuanzhen's method, you bastard lied to me! You're not a casual cultivator at all!"
An Yan's body suddenly glowed with light, and the pale shadow that had just flown into his body rushed out again and returned to his old body.
After the phantom returned, the white-haired old man also moved, but his face showed an extremely painful look. He covered his chest with one hand, and the spiritual energy around him became disordered and messy.
"Damn it, how dare you cheat on me!"
An Yan didn't know what was going on. He only felt that his body was extremely hot. The spiritual energy in his body was circulating on its own, and it was getting more and more. He didn't know where it came from, as if some gap had opened, and it was flowing continuously and endlessly. interest.
Looking back at the old man, the phantom did not improve at all after returning to the original body. Spiritual energy continuously overflowed from his body and turned into luminous particles in the outside world, like the flickering raindrops under the lights. Several golden rays of light shot out from between his eyes, mouth and nose. , crack-like lines also appear on the skin.
"Asshole! Asshole! You damn masters! Xuanzhen! Xuanzhen——"
The old man roared in pain, and the light emitted from his body became stronger and stronger, gradually turning from gold to white.
boom--
An Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and after a brief blindness, he discovered that the old man's body had disintegrated into light particles all over the sky, without flesh and blood, and slowly dissipated.
There was only one set of clothes left on the ground, which was worn by the old man just now. Two more beads slowly rose from the clothes, one was golden and white, and the other was purple and black.
The golden-white light ball was the size of a watermelon, while the purple-black light ball was only the size of a fist. The two light balls of different colors only suspended in mid-air for a moment, and then disintegrated into countless glowing particles.
However, these particles did not dissipate immediately, and many of them fell onto the unconscious people on the ground, including Wenren Jinping, Wenren Jingheng, and Yu Huanting.
Seeing this scene, An Yan thought, could this be the soul that was taken away?
But not everyone has this light particle falling on them. Only a few people close to the climbing stairs have it, but none of them are in the crowded area. Maybe they have been completely refined.
After a while, An Yan felt that his body could move. He felt a huge sense of joy in his heart and felt a little dazed.
He quickly came to Wenren Jinping and the others, checked them, and found that their breathing was normal. He was relieved, and he collapsed on the ground.
This was considered a life after the disaster, but he had no room for resistance at all just now. If it weren't for his special body, he would have been taken over by this old guy.
At that time, everything he has now will become his, and Jinping will call him husband...
An Yan shook his head to dispel the uncomfortable thoughts.
There is no doubt that he was originally a monk. From what the old man said just now, he seemed to be involved with a religious sect called Xuanzhen, and he might be their disciple there.
Before I traveled through time, everything on my original body seemed to be something that I couldn't completely abandon if I wanted to.
In the near future, countless monks will enter Xuantang. By then, monks may be everywhere. Will Xuantang be safe at that time?
In a world where such extraordinary power exists, strength is the key to living and speaking!
Since he is already a monk, why should he live up to his original hard work?
I have to find a way to become stronger...
He looked at the clothes left by the old man, his mind moved, he walked forward, squatted down and groped around on them.
There is only a piece of jade with an irregular shape, which feels very warm and moist when held in the hand, and there is nothing else.
An Yan picked up the clothes and walked to the edge of the cliff, threw them down with all his strength, then returned to Wen Ren Jinping's side and helped several people lie down on the boulder one by one.
About two moments later, Wenren Jinping woke up first, looking around confusedly as if he had just woken up.
"Husband?"
"Jinping!" An Yan stretched out his hand to support her and said with concern.
"How are you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
An Yan couldn't answer, so he asked again: "How are you feeling? Are you still dizzy?"
Wenren Jinping shook his head gently: "I seem to have fallen asleep..."
Gradually, many people around him woke up and stood up with bewildered expressions on their faces.
The sound changed from silence to noisy, and suddenly someone shouted: "It's an immortal! It must have been an immortal just now!"
People on the top of the mountain woke up.
Yeah, why else would they all have passed out? !
What a fairy!
The crowd fell to their knees in an uproar, and countless people prostrated themselves on the ground. Some chanted and prayed for blessings from the immortals, while others just kowtowed.
Some people were skeptical, but seeing so many people kneeling down, they also knelt on the ground, not knowing where to go, but kowtowed to the cloudy sky in the distance.
Han Mingke also said eagerly: "Hurry! Let's go over and pay homage to the stone tablet!"
Yu Huanting said at this time: "Brother Yan seems to be the first to wake up. Brother Yan is not tired all the way up."
An Yan smiled slightly and said, "I know a lot about boxing and kicking, so maybe my body is stronger."
Yu Huanting nodded slightly.
Yu Huanqi smiled and said: "We are really blessed to have met an immortal! I don't feel dizzy now."
An Yan was speechless about this. He glanced at the sea of clouds in the distance, and suddenly thought in his heart, if he were an immortal cultivator, he should be able to fly into the sky, escape from the earth, move mountains and fill the sea!
Feel free and happy in this world!
Several people followed the crowd to the stone tablet, and An Yan followed the crowd to worship together.
"Jiuzhou spiritual roots, Taihua Immortal Mountain!"
Looking at the words on the stone tablet, An Yan touched the piece of warm jade on his chest and felt that it was difficult to calm down.
Fairy!
He also wants to become an immortal!
(End of chapter)
