Chapter 269 Refining
When the golden feather entered the body, Liang Yan's body immediately erupted with a bright glow. The cyan energy that was originally scattered all over the body was gathered back one after another, and regrouped on the two sides of his dantian like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea. In the whirlpool of color.
As the violent energy stabilized again, the abnormal blush all over Liang Yan's body gradually disappeared, and even his breathing gradually stabilized, as if he had overcome this most difficult disaster.
“Huh?!”
The weapon spirit in the white light seemed to look over in surprise, and after a while, he said leisurely: “So it’s you!”
"Hehe!" A sly smile came from the gray pouch on Liang Yan's waist, and then an old voice said: "This kid can't die. If he dies, you and I will not be able to escape!"
"You have spent a lot of money!" The weapon spirit said slowly: "As far as I know, you have only trained three of these natal golden feathers, and today you actually made one Used it on this kid!"
The old man in the gray pouch sighed softly: "I blame myself for being careless. I originally planned to use this kid's spiritual pet to escape from here, but I didn't. To think that this boy made a master-servant contract instead!"
"Oh, so you wanted to seize the body!" Qi Ling nodded slightly.
"Fart, what happens among monsters, can that be called seizing the body? That's called assimilation!" The voice in the gray pouch shouted dissatisfied.
"Okay! Okay!" Qi Ling waved his hand and said impatiently: "I finally understand. As long as this guy succeeds in building the foundation, you can follow him out of this 'Yunxiao Wonderland', and you will have the opportunity to come back in the future. There is no chance of freedom! But as a body of a weapon spirit, I am destined to disappear with this scene.”
The meaning of these words is desolate, which makes people feel sad. I felt very sad, but the voice in the gray pouch didn't seem to buy it. Instead, he smiled and said: "Hey, why do you have to say so bleakly? Isn't it your wish to be annihilated by flying ashes? In the past tens of millions of years, what have you done? Didn’t you spend a moment just wishing for death?”
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the weapon spirit in the white light did not make any rebuttal, but calmed down. Although the white light covered his face, you could still feel that he was staring at Liang Yan at the moment, as if there was a hint of expectation.
At this moment, Liang Yan was turning a deaf ear to what was going on around him. He was just activating the "Black Turtle Treasure Refining Technique" and went all out to refine the green emperor's relic in his body.
The endless breath of "life" burst out from the "Eternal Mayfly Wood", and then was guided by Liang Yan's internal skills, and finally slowly gathered in the two-color vortex on the Dantian.
Although the two qi of life and death in the vortex have long been out of balance, with cyan accounting for the vast majority and black only accounting for a small part, there is a golden feather on top of the vortex, and the soft golden light it emits always surrounds the vortex. , to prevent the violently dissipated cyan energy from rushing out of the vortex again and poisoning Liang Yan's meridians and flesh.
I don’t know how much time passed like this, but suddenly I saw the "Eternal Mayfly Wood" shake slightly. There were no more cyan threads coming out of it, and the cyan light covering the wood had become extremely soft. , there is no longer the violent feeling before.
Liang Yan crossed his legs and fell into meditation. He felt that the green emperor's relic wood had become a part of his body and could be driven by him. He immediately recited a magic formula silently in his heart.
The "Eternal Mayfly Wood" was inspired by him and sank all the way from his chest, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally slowly settled into Liang Yan's dantian.
“It’s done!”
Liang Yan was overjoyed and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that the black and white of the world around him was slowly fading away, and the whole world returned to its original appearance again. It's just that while the world is restoring color, it is also undergoing earth-shaking changes. The mountains and rivers are crumbling, the grass and trees are turning to ashes, and everything is disintegrating and collapsing at an alarming speed!
"What's going on?" Liang Yan looked around and asked in surprise.
"Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon. Now that the 'Eternal Mayfly Wood' has recognized its owner, there is no need for this world in the painting to exist!" Qi Ling said lightly.
"What about the creatures in this world?" Liang Yan asked with some uncertainty: "Those swordsmen of the Kunwu Sword Sect and the members of the Demon Sect are not virtual. Fantasy!”
"You are right, not only them, but all the creatures living in the world in this painting are real!" Qi Ling's hollow voice did not contain any emotion: "It is said that one general can make thousands of bones dry up, Qing Emperor Yimu has found a successor, then they will be finished If you lose your mission, you will naturally die along with Shang Jing Yuantu. These are the rules set by the "Xun Dao" back then, and no one can change them."
"Xun Dao" Liang Yannan. He murmured, then fell silent and never said a word again.
"Haha, actually I still want to thank you." Qi Ling suddenly smiled, but his voice became weaker and weaker.
"As a body of a weapon spirit, I am imprisoned here by the 'Seeker'. I can neither practice nor escape from this cage. I am basically no different from a walking corpse. Now you break this for me. The cage also freed me. I hope I can have a good pregnancy in the next life and become a mortal creature capable of cultivation."
The voice of the weapon spirit became weaker and weaker, and in the end it was unheard. At the same time, the entire world, mountains and rivers, had all been shattered and collapsed. Even if you didn't see it with your own eyes, you could guess that almost all the residents living in this painting were dead.
Liang Yan looked at the increasingly faint white light group and the gradually blurring figures in it. Suddenly his heart moved and he opened his mouth to say something. However, the next moment, the world collapsed, and boundless darkness enveloped him. The only white light and silhouettes in front of him eventually disappeared into the void.
"Have you gone to reincarnation?"
Liang Yan murmured in his heart, and then his eyesight went dark, and he could no longer sense anything
In the darkness there was only Feeling like the world was spinning, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a magnificent palace room.
This room is surprisingly large. The roof and floor are paved with gold and stone, and the surrounding walls are decorated with dragons and phoenixes. In the four corners of the room, there are four ever-burning lamps. The lights are extremely bright, as if they have not been burned out for tens of thousands of years.
The strangest thing is that although he can see the whole room, he is not in the room. Or to be precise, he was in a painting in the middle of the room.
This is a huge landscape painting, two feet high and about ten feet long, floating in mid-air, like a giant scroll slowly unfolding.
The world in the painting stretches for countless miles, and Liang Yan is located on the top of a mountain in the upper left. It seems that it should be Kunwu Mountain where he was just now.
"What's going on? Why am I still trapped in the painting? Hasn't this Jing Yuan painting self-destructed?" Liang Yan was now full of questions.
(End of this chapter)