Chapter 100 Mental Power
That year, his father injured his wrist, and blood flowed, attracting countless locust monsters to eat him.
He had his internal organs emptied out and all the blood sucked out of his body. He still remembers the long and terrifying pain, which was more terrifying and desperate than having his head cut off.
There is only a trace of chaotic soul, unwilling to be blown away by the strong wind between heaven and earth.
Then he saw the light.
The light he saw in the dark, damp abyss pulled him back to the light of the world.
Over the years, he and Sister Lin Yuan were both children picked up by Lord Shanfu in the mountains. Everyone said that Lord Shanfu loved Lin Yuan more than he did.
Because Linyuan was carefully protected in the ten-mile lake, away from the disputes and evil intrusion in the world.
But he, Lin Guiyuan, has to shoulder the responsibility of the son of the mountain god, guard Kongcang Mountain for the mountain father, and drive away the sea monsters and evil spirits from the demonic realm.
Every time I return with scars all over my body, I can only know the pain.
But he knew that this was not the case.
Master Shanfu brought back Lin Yuan and him one after another, but what he got was the one with the most.
He had died before, and resurrection from the dead was a forbidden technique, but Lord Shanfu used half of the mountain's divine power to recreate his internal organs and reunite his soul.
Rather than saying that he is the son of the mountain god, it is better to say that he is the lifeblood of the empty Cangshan Mountain.
Just now Shanfu apologized to Bai Lian, saying that he had not given him a complete Kongcang Mountain.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.
The old man's voice sounded helplessly, and Lin Guiyuan's tragic appearance now made him unbearable.
“Everything has a cause and effect. You live one life, but you have to experience the pain of death twice. This is the test of destiny for you. Death does not mean a desperate situation, and a desperate situation does not mean the end of the road.
Children , you just need to remember one thing, you no longer live as the son of the mountain god , because the responsibility to protect Kongcang Mountain does not lie with you now. From today on, you are the mountain ghost, the mountain ghost who protects your new master and the new mountain master. This... is your responsibility."
In response to the old man's words to change his fate at will, Lin Guiyuan nodded as if he had received an oath.
One word, one brand.
It is also the shackles of sin that he can never get rid of.
"Destruction...means restart. This is...your era, exile...for thousands of years, the homeland...is no longer there, no longer..." The voice was as hoarse as a dead vine, an old tree and a crow, oily It's better to go back when the lamp is dry.
The land of the God Realm will last forever. It’s not that his homeland is no longer there, but that it is no longer in his heart.
I have been exiled for so long that I have forgotten what my hometown is like...
But in the end, he still disappeared among his family and hometown.
This life is worthy of being exiled...
A crimson spark ignited on the dry and fallen ancient tree. The spark was like fire, but also like the old man's lost old life.
The spark took away the remains of the ancient tree, and slowly rose into the stars in the sky as if summoned by some magical power.
Lin Yuan looked up at the night sky that was about to break, her lips trembling slightly.
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After saying the final farewell, Balian started to have more things to do.
The Mirror Realm below the mountain realm is the place where the old man of the sacred tree fell. In fact, just as Wen Yu thought, there are treasures hidden deep in the mountains.
It was a divine palace hidden in shadow, and its geographical location was very similar to the divine palace in the outside world that had been destroyed and sealed the blood river crystal core.
The skills and techniques that Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan have always learned all originated from it. The knowledge Balian learned in this world was really lacking, so he spent the next days soaking up knowledge in the divine palace.
I don’t know whether it is because he inherited the mountain seal or because he is gifted, but he can read and remember the contents of the divine books in the mountain realm at a glance.
Bailian did not rush to practice in the past ten days, or find a method suitable for him to quickly improve his strength.
After all, stabilizing the mountain situation is an urgent matter now.
Since he has inherited the position of the new mountain master, naturally he cannot just take care of it without knowing anything.
Fortunately, his learning ability is amazing.
Ten days later, after leaving the Divine Mansion in the Mirror Realm, Balian already had preliminary plans.
On this day, Bai Lian was sitting under the tree tossing the black heart harvested from Yang Zhao.
He was holding the heart in one hand, resting a blank board on his knees, and in his right hand was a sharp carving knife made by Lin Guiyuan according to his request.
There were also several black parchment books at his feet.
The heart, which was made of an unknown stone material and was larger than an adult's fist, had been penetrated by Lin Yuan's knife.
But he could vaguely see countless lines as thin as hair in the heart of the stone. If those lines were in the past, Balian would not have recognized them.
Fortunately, there are corresponding records and explanations in the book collection in the Divine Mansion.
This is a marking line, and it is not an ordinary marking line drawn with cinnabar.
The remaining spiritual aura between the hooks and horizontal strokes told Balian that these were countless talismans carved stroke by stroke with exquisite and pure spiritual power.
In the end, he successfully copied a human heart and then used magic to control it.
This is the puppet technique of the Demon Sect.
It sounds like a simple process, but it is as difficult as picking up sand to fill the sea.
A practitioner's practice is an act that defies nature, but fellow practitioners who are so blessed with spiritual power can only be seen in legends.
Bai Lian once asked Jinsheng how to practice spiritual power, but in exchange, Jinsheng gave him a dull eyelid.
The answer he gave was that even he was not qualified to answer this question.
Because even the Thirteenth Sword of Tiandang Tianxi is only a beginner in cultivating spiritual power.
How can I give the correct answer when I haven't learned to walk yet.
With limited manpower, it is extremely rare to be able to achieve something in the way of the sword.
Jinsheng believed that he had the luck and talent to ignite the sword soul, but he relied more on his hard work and sweat.
He believes that he is not the monster everyone says he is.
Because those who can become monsters, except for the three thousand-year-old immortals of the present generation and the Hou Tu Empress in Zhongyou, there are only a few monsters among the younger generation.
As for people who can cultivate both spiritual power and immortality, except for the woman of Tai Xuanzong who loves to wear white clothes and cannot be messed with, he really can't think of anyone else who can compare with her.
While being despised by Jinsheng for overestimating his capabilities, Bailian used the carving knife in his hand to deduce the complete number of thousands of runes in the black heart and the thousands of runes that had been cut off by one knife.
All were painted on the blank board in the form of a flat distribution map.
Jinsheng's always venomous and taunting words suddenly restrained, and there was a subtle change in the look in his eyes when he looked at Bailian.
Immediately afterwards, Balian put down the black heart in his hand, took a new wooden board, and after remembering all the wooden board patterns engraved with runic lines in his mind, he held the wooden board and closed the door. eyes.
Jinsheng leaned against the tree with his sword in hand, glanced at Bailian, and let out a sneer.
(End of this chapter)