Chapter 49 Huanglong Zhenren
Inside the Yipin Pavilion.
The third-level forbidden talisman exploded and turned into a ray of twisted golden light that crazily hit the southeast corner of the formation.
When the second-level forbidden talisman subsequently exploded, one corner of the formation had become quite thin, as if it could be torn apart easily.
"Wishful thinking!"
The golden elixir old man shouted loudly, his eyes were full of blood red, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood towards the gap in the formation.
Immediately, with a mouthful of essence and blood leaving, his physical body and soul continued to wither visibly to the naked eye, but the corner of the formation that was torn apart by the forbidden talisman was constantly being repaired and restored.
Ning Daoran was shocked and used his own energy and blood to feed the formation. This formation was so sinister!
The entire Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation is like a large round coffin, enclosing the entire Yipin Pavilion, and no living soul can escape.
This move is just to make Ning Daoran unable to escape, and then let the old man of Jindan seize his body!
The reason why I fell in love with Ning Daoran was that based on the memory of the ancestor of Baiwu Mountain, I had a vague feeling that this man might have cultivated the Evergreen Art to the third or even fourth level!
Being able to practice the Evergreen Art to such an extent at such a young age, and having such a terrifying talent, what does it matter even if the spiritual root is just a little bit off?
"Buzz!"
A chill ran down Ning Daoran's spine. The Green Dragon Spear suddenly appeared in his hand. The eleven-level Evergreen Secret Art was rolling and turning. He stepped on the Wind Riding Xiaoyao Secret Art and struck the golden elixir old man's head with a fierce shot while his body flashed!
If you don’t fight hard now, there will be no chance to fight hard later.
"It's really stubborn!"
The golden elixir old man opened his arms, and a wisp of majestic magic power spurted out, just like an ancient tree suddenly sprouting wildly, and countless vines came overwhelmingly!
The substantial spiritual pressure from the golden elixir fell, and Ning Daoran was instantly unable to move.
"Boy, why bother struggling?"
The cold and sinister voice of Baiwu Mountain came from behind: "Becoming the physical body of fellow Taoist Dragon is your destiny. This is an opportunity that most monks can only dream of!"
The ancestor of Baiwu Mountain took action directly, and wrapped a green rope "swish" more than ten times, tying Ning Daoran tightly.
……
Outside Yipin Pavilion.
"Boom——"
A second-level formation soared into the sky, covering the entire Huanglongfang City, and even the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation.
Four foundation-building auras burst out, and the four Chaos Sect foundation-building overhauls headed by Huang Chengyan sacrificed various spiritual weapons and stood in the wind outside Yipin Pavilion.
"Which fellow Taoist actually used a magic formation like the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation within the Chaos Sect's sphere of influence?"
Huang Chengyan frantically scanned the Yipin Pavilion with his spiritual consciousness, and instantly discovered the restrained Ning Daoran, and immediately shouted angrily: "Release my disciples of the Chaos Sect immediately, otherwise we will not be polite!"
"Oh?"
A lazy voice came from the Yipin Pavilion. The old man surnamed Long released the golden elixir aura, put his hands behind his back and stepped out. He sneered: "You can do it, but you are welcome to show me."
"It is indeed a golden elixir..." The other elders in the early stages of foundation building were shocked.
"This senior Jindan..."
Huang Chengyan looked patiently and said: "I don't know why senior did this, why did he do this?"
"Why?"
The old man surnamed Long said calmly: "Why do I need to explain to you and other juniors? The Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation has already started. You can attack it before I complete the ceremony, but after the ceremony is completed, you can attack the Nine Yin Formation before. Those in the soul formation... I will deal with them one by one!”
"Who is the senior?"
One of the foundation-building elders frowned and said, "Why are you imprisoning my nephew Ning Daoran?"
"You don't need to make any noise, just come and attack if you want!"
The figure of the old man surnamed Long swayed and turned into a ray of golden light that penetrated into the Yipin Pavilion, and the body seizing ceremony was about to start.
"Brother!"
A lean foundation-building elder sent a message: "What should I do? This person has the aura of the late stage of the Golden Elixir... In our Qingzhou... If nothing else, it should be the real Huanglong."
"That's right."
Another foundation-building elder said: "It is said that Zhenren Huanglong has been cultivating for many years and plotting to condense the infant. Now it seems that the attack on the Nascent Soul has failed.
However, his lifespan was almost over and his body was about to wither, so he took desperate risks and used magic formations such as the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation to try to seize the young monk's body.
If this old thief succeeds in seizing the body, it will be a new golden elixir. Now that the sect leader has not shown up, we... what should we do? ”
"It's over..."
Huang Chengyan's forehead was covered with sweat: "Juniors, the four of us are relying on the second-level formation to attack the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation. We can break through the formation within the time of a cup of tea. There is a chance of killing this late-stage golden elixir. How much? ”
"I'm afraid it's less than 20%."
A fat foundation-building elder had a cold look in his eyes: "It seems that we can only give up on Ning Daoran. Look at this boy's destiny. Everything can be decided only when the sect leader comes. After all, this late-stage golden elixir great monk... is not us. Can afford it.”
"This..."
Huang Chengyan clenched his fists, with hesitation in his eyes.
Obviously, he was in charge of Fengzhi Tower and had taken so many benefits from Ning Daoran. Now that Ning Daoran's life was in danger, he could only stand by and watch...
"Alas..."
He sighed, as his uncle, he should feel ashamed.
For a time, the four outer sect foundation-building elders of the Chaos Sect could only surround the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation but were helpless. The monks in the entire Huanglongfang City could not avoid it and could only watch from a distance.
……
Inside the Yipin Pavilion.
Ning Daoran was tied up tightly by the green spiritual weapon rope, and his body could no longer move even a finger at this time.
"Ouch~~"
"Zhizhi~~"
Inside the spirit beast bag, Big Stupid Deer and Xiao Heizi frantically attacked the bag mouth, but the bag mouth was suppressed by the golden elixir spiritual pressure and did not move at all. ‘It’s over…’
Ning Daoran's heart felt cold.
He has been very cautious in the world of immortality, but who would have thought that he would meet an old monster in the late stage of Jindan at a trade fair?
At this time, apart from lamenting his bad fate, it seems he can't do anything else.
"Boy."
The old man surnamed Long narrowed his eyes, flew his hands, and punched a series of magic formulas into a formation ceremony arranged at his feet. For a while, the coquettish blood continued to rise.
"Don't worry, I will make good use of your body. My name, Huanglong, will be continued because of your body."
Ning Daoran frowned.
Huanglong Zhenren, this name is very familiar. It is quite old, at least five or six hundred years ago. He seems to be the ancestor of a long-famous Jindan family deep in the Huanglong Mountains.
The history of this old monster is too long, and it has endured many mortals from generation to generation. Unexpectedly, it would be hit by him.
"Get up!"
The old man surnamed Long flicked his hand with one hand, and the body seizing formation under his feet suddenly buzzed, and countless blood-colored mist enveloped him, swallowing up Ning Daoran's entire body.
‘It’s over…’
Ning Daoran's heart was filled with chills.
The next second, he lost his five senses of sight, hearing, and touch, and his consciousness was instantly compressed back into his physical body, turning into a green light spot in the darkness.
This wisp of green comes from Evergreen Jue.
"Little guy, obey me."
The voice of the old man surnamed Long penetrated into Ning Daoran's mind.
Soon, a fist-sized golden light staggered into the dark space where Ning Daoran was.
That was the soul of the old man named Long.
It can be seen that his soul is actually quite weak.
After all, his life span was exhausted, and the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation that was broken by repairing the forbidden talisman with blood essence and blood had caused a great loss of his soul.
At this time, the strength of the old man's soul was far from reaching the level of the late Golden Elixir.
However, it is more than enough to crush a soul in the Qi refining stage, which is probably the reason why Master Huanglong dared to seize his body like this.
Soon after, the golden light began to swallow and squeeze Ning Daoran's soul, trying to erase him from this space.
Ning Daoran naturally knew that this space was his physical body. Once his spiritual consciousness was really eliminated by the other party, the physical body would probably belong to the other party.
Naturally, he would not sit still and wait for death.
Crazyly activating the Evergreen Technique, Ning Daoran's soul light spot suddenly became a little bigger.
"Huh?"
The old man surnamed Long was stunned: "Your Evergreen Secret is not the third level? It is the fifth level?"
"Hahahahaha~~~"
He then let out a burst of excited laughter: "Okay, you have actually cultivated the five-level Evergreen Technique at just over thirty years old. No wonder it is so difficult. Boy, your physical body is about to be fixed!"
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Ning Daoran could not speak, but he kept urging the Evergreen Art to strengthen his soul and compete with the opponent!
"Hey, that's not right!"
The voice of the old man surnamed Long was startling: "This is not the fifth level of Evergreen Technique, but the seventh level?! No, your Evergreen Technique has been cultivated to the eighth level?!
Boy, there are not many peerless geniuses like you. I have underestimated you. Come on, accept your destiny and become my body! ”
The golden light spots continued to grow, trying to swallow up the green light spots.
Ning Daoran felt dizzy and almost fainted.
Fortunately, after practicing the soul-searching technique to the state of returning to nature, his spiritual consciousness is far stronger than the same level, and has already reached the level of the late foundation building stage. Now coupled with the growth of the Evergreen Art...
The old man surnamed Long is already in his final years, and his soul is extremely weak. Even the level of the soul in the early stage of Jindan may not be reached.
The Evergreen Technique continued to operate, and Ning Daoran's green light spot was not eliminated, but became larger and larger.
"Wrong!"
The voice of the old man surnamed Long was horrified: "Your Evergreen Technique has been cultivated to the ninth level... No, is it the tenth level? Ah... It's still getting stronger, it turned out to be...
The eleventh level of Evergreen Technique? ”
At this time, his voice was no longer filled with surprise and excitement, but with panic.
With the blessing of the eleventh level of Evergreen Art, Ning Daoran's soul was surprisingly stronger than his. The green light spot was getting bigger and bigger, trying to swallow up the gradually darkening golden light spot.
"Impossible, this is impossible..."
The old man surnamed Long roared, his voice full of panic and despair: "You are only less than forty years old, it is impossible to practice the Evergreen Art to the eleventh level!
Throughout the ages, many amazing geniuses have failed to cultivate the Evergreen Technique to the eleventh level. How can you do it?
I am not willing to give in, I am not willing to give in! How many years of planning, how many years of planning, have actually failed on this kid like you..."
The voice of the old man surnamed Long began to become confused.
"Ah~~ah~~~~"
Along with the screams, the golden light spots became smaller and smaller, and became darker and darker.
The soul of the old man surnamed Long is being constantly wiped away, and in the end not even a trace of dust is left.
……
The cloaked body fell heavily to the ground.
"Huh?"
The ancestor of Baiwu Mountain was shocked. In his gaze, Ning Daoran slowly opened a pair of clear eyes, and then said the first words after waking up:
"What are you looking at? Why don't you quickly untie me?"
(End of chapter)