Chapter 163 162. Recognizing Enri and sacrificing the demon baby (9.1K words - please subscribe for big chapter)
Snow Country, Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, Zhengyang Peak.
Song Yan took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and walked towards the palace where the sword cultivators of the Southern Wu Sword Sect stayed - Tingxue Palace.
The young monk decorated the Tingxue Palace happily. When he saw him coming, he recited the words "Master" and then led him directly to Yu Xuanwei.
Yu Xuanwei is making a formation disk.
There is abundant profound energy here, which is much better than the bitter cold place where the sect was originally located. However, despite this, she still has difficulty maintaining the realm of the pseudo-mansion, and has to consider reselling some things in exchange for mysterious jade.
Naturally, what she sells is "formation".
Over the years, since she entered the realm of the Puppet Mansion, she has also been "selling battles for a living."
Hearing the footsteps and seeing the person coming, Yu Xuanwei stopped her movements, breathed a sigh of relief, then changed her serious expression and went to greet him.
"Master."
she shouted respectfully.
Song Yan glanced at her formation. The formation patterns were intricate, yet exuding simplicity. It was obvious that the young lady in front of her had become extremely proficient in all the formations.
"Did you get the inheritance from the ancient Lingbo clan?" Song Yan asked casually.
Yu Xuanwei only hesitated for a moment, then quickly took out a special golden page from her arms, held it up and handed it over, saying respectfully: "I got it accidentally in the ruins of my clan."
Song Yan took the gold paper, looked at it again and again, and wondered: "It's been thousands of years, and things can still be overturned in the ruins? Did someone dig a hole for you?"
Yu Xuanwei said respectfully: "The Nu family found the secret place by following some oral information passed down by the ancestors. Unfortunately, this is the only discovery. As for digging holes, this formation is extremely powerful and has very good actual combat effects, and it is in line with Lingbo ancient times." Along with Shui Xuan, the Nu family has not seen the problem yet.”
Song Yan said: "What is the name of this formation?"
Yu Xuanwei said: "Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation.
This formation is extremely powerful in the Shuixuan Land. Once activated, the people in the formation will be quickly frozen and their lives will be burned. Even if it is the main formation of Zifu, even if it encounters someone of the same level, as long as it is restrained for a moment, the opponent will quickly weaken and die in the formation.
The slave family barely earns some mysterious jade by making this formation, so they can live a comfortable life. ”
Song Yan handed the gold paper back, followed it with a bag of mysterious jade, and said: "Go back and make a rubbing for me.
In addition, use this formation to set up some traps at Zhengyang Peak, which can be regarded as defense.
By the way, where are the ruins of your ancient Lingbo clan? ”
Yu Xuanwei nodded in agreement, and then said: "It is now in the Ice Mirror Wasteland."
Song Yan said "Oh", and then didn't rush to leave. He sat down and chatted with her about the formation.
Yu Xuanwei originally faced the ancient tribesmen in front of her with an attitude of answering questions. As for "Array Dao", she didn't think the young man in front of her could tell anything. Therefore, she even planned to go to many places against her will. commend.
People always change, and she has to change too.
But as they chatted, she suddenly discovered that this young man really understood the formation, and even had deeper insights than her in some places.
At this time, Song Yan took a pen and danced with the dragon and snake on the paper where she had sketched the formation patterns, one stroke on the left and one stroke on the right, sketching out some formation patterns. This was exactly what she had just done on the "Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation" A corner.
"Xuanwei, look at these formation patterns."
"What happened to them?"
"They actually contain simpler and more mysterious trajectories. If they were purified, they would be the words of heaven."
"Tiandao text?"
"Tiandao characters are so mysterious that they cannot be remembered. Your Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Formation has tens of thousands of strokes in total, but even the incomplete Tiandao characters only have a few thousand strokes. The complete Tiandao characters may only have a few hundred strokes, or even a few. Ten strokes.”
"Master, have you seen it?"
Yu Xuanwei's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
Song Yan nodded and said, "I've seen it."
Yu Xuanwei's breathing became rapid.
She had an indissoluble bond with the formation all her life. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard that there were actually words of heaven above the formation, and that the operation of the formation was actually just the words of heaven mobilizing the power of heaven and earth.
"Master, does my slave have a chance to see the words of heaven in your mouth?"
"What we have seen and heard in the clan. If we have a chance to take Xuan Wei to see it in the future."
"Thank you, Master."
The chat between the two fell into a brief silence.
Song Yan suddenly asked again: "Are you still used to living here?"
Yu Xuanwei nodded and began to talk about the hard times in the past. She said that when Nanwu Jianmen first came here, it was actually okay, but then as soon as the fifty-year period passed, they began to suffer suppression. The disciples were scattered, scattered, and dead, with only a few dozen people left scattered.
Song Yan wanted to ask Su Yao and Cao Yuzhuang, but he resisted. After all, he still had to abide by the basic laws of identity. If the woman in front of him knew that he was Song Yan, there would be too many things involved, and he wouldn't be able to safely cultivate his mind of protection.
So, he continued to engage in awkward chat mode.
When they first started chatting, Yu Xuanwei thought that this ancient boy wanted to develop a relationship with her and conquer her. After all, for these young men from big families, women's bodies are not in short supply, but women's hearts are in short supply.
But as they chatted, Yu Xuanwei gradually realized that the young man in front of her didn't seem to be thinking about her, and she didn't know what he was thinking.
Time passed by, and soon in the evening, Song Yan made another request, asking Yu Xuanwei to take him to visit the current Tingxue Palace.
After visiting one place after another, the two came to the alchemy room at the corner.
In the room, a petite girl with a dull face, an unsmiling look, and disheveled hair on her temples was using magic to supply air to the alchemy furnace.
The blazing fire dyed the female cultivator's cheeks a light red, and white hair was already hanging down from her temples.
Yu Xuanwei smiled and introduced: "Anli, the alchemist of our sect.
Master, don’t blame her. She is obsessed with refining elixirs. When she refines elixirs, even if the world around her collapses, she will not react. Ahem, Enri, Enri! ”
she shouted.
The female cultivator in the distance froze, as if she was hesitating.
To come or not to come?
If you come, now that the alchemy is at a critical juncture, you may destroy this furnace of elixir.
If you don't come, it doesn't seem to be very good.
However, Song Yan did not let her struggle any longer. Instead, she smelled the elixir and said, "This is a good elixir. Don't waste it."
Yu Xuanwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something else when she saw the young man wave his hand to her and said: "I happen to be interested in alchemy. You go and do your work. I'm waiting here to ask An Dan for advice." Teacher.”
Yu Xuanwei:? ? ?
Song Yan ignored her and found a table and chair under the window to sit down.
Yu Xuanwei naturally knew Anli's temper, and was afraid that the stubborn alchemist would offend the ancient master, so she smiled and said: "There is nothing to be busy with. The slave family is here as well."
The fire burns quietly
There was no more movement in the room.
Song Yan quietly looked at the female cultivator who was refining alchemy at this time, and the past flashed through her mind.
When we first met, she was a girl whose whole body exuded a burnt smell, her cheeks were gray, and her hair was permed into natural curls due to high temperature. She flashed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and said that she was late, and then called him in surprise: "Bai, bad guy, wait a minute." After the "blind date session" ended, he hurriedly ran away.
Later, when they got acquainted, Junior Sister Enli became a ray of light for him, letting a flower of light bloom in his dark and desperate heart. No matter what the scene was, as long as she was there, the sharp outlines would be smooth, and the cold ice and snow would be warm. They will all be beautiful and lovely, soft and soft, like the white clouds in the sky, the cotton wool in the wind, and the marshmallows in the hand
When they parted, she burst into tears, but she never thought that that farewell would be an eternal farewell to her.
But now, her eyes were lifeless, and she was stubbornly refining pills in front of the alchemy furnace. She looked unfocused and as if she was dead, and she no longer cared about what was happening outside.
Song Yan came back to her senses and looked at An Li with an uncontrollable softness in her eyes.
He didn't understand it before, but at this moment he understood one thing: if he still had pure kind thoughts, those kind thoughts should fall on the female cultivator in front of him.
Not only because of the short time they spent together, but also because of his expectations, his memories, and his imagination. They were all pinned on the female cultivator in front of him.
Sometimes, you like someone not because that person is unique, but because your fantasy and your vision have put her in the most luxurious clothes in the world, making her unique.
She may be old, but in your eyes, she will always be the same as when you first met her.
An Li is what Song Yan thinks of, and she is the opportunity for him to break through to the middle stage of Zifu.
Yu Xuanwei noticed this softness, and she began to feel confused, but she didn't know why. But today, she always felt that this unfathomable young man from the ancient tribe had a different kind of naughtiness and mother-in-law.
It wasn't until a long time ago that the elixir was formed in the distance and the fragrance of elixir overflowed. Enli came from afar, bowed stiffly and said, "I have met you, sir."
No response.
Yu Xuanwei on the side said: "Master?"
Song Yan came back to his senses and said softly: "When I saw Master An, I remembered an old friend."
After saying that, he smiled and said: "Alchemist, maybe you can give me a bowl of noodles?"
Once upon a time on Wenshui Island, the only thing An Danshi, who was good at frying alchemy furnaces, could do was cook noodles. The taste was mediocre and very average.
Enri was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "No face."
Yu Xuanwei said hurriedly: "I will send someone to the Demon Sect to get some."
Enri took a deep breath and said stubbornly: "I haven't touched these things for hundreds of years"
She bowed slightly and said: "I'm sorry, sir. I have to clean up the alchemy furnace, so I have to go work first."
After saying that, she turned around and left, not caring that the young man in front of her could decide the fate of the entire Nanwu Jianmen, nor how he would deal with her.
Yu Xuanwei said: "Master, I will give you the following"
Song Yan closed his eyes. He already understood why the alchemist in front of him "hasn't touched these things for hundreds of years." He raised his hand, waved it, and said with a smile: "This temper is exactly the same as that of my old friend."
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He stood up and said "Come back tomorrow", then glanced at Yu Xuanwei and said calmly: "You don't have to come."
Yu Xuanwei:? ? ?
Early the next morning.
Song Yan made some deductions, combined with resources, and spent 8 years pushing his level from the seventh level of Lianxuan to the ninth level of Lianxuan, and then he waited for Jiang Gong's blood.
He vaguely remembered that he had made a breakthrough in the Snake Corpse Market before. At that time, it took him a full 67 years to break through to the first level. But now, even if he only has low-grade earth profound roots, he is good at profound veins and has sufficient resources. Under the circumstances, the time was actually shortened by more than ten times, and it only took 4 years to break through to the first level.
There was a knocking sound outside the door.
Princess Xi is outside the door.
In addition to her, there is Mu Liyang, the leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect.
When Mu Liyang saw Song Yan, he bowed respectfully and said with a smile: "The envoy has misunderstood me. The fire the envoy wants is not a secret method, but a local specialty fire crystal."
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After saying that, he took out a storage bag and presented it.
Song Yan took it and scanned it, finding that there were many small red and black crystals inside.
Mu Liyang said: "Whether this kind of crystal is placed on shadow puppets or paper figures, it can greatly increase their power, but there is a price. The price is that the shadow puppets and paper figures will soon be scrapped and become completely useless.
As for the leather-making art that the envoy wanted to learn, Elder Wang was a leader, and her skills were not as good as mine.
As for the Kung Fu, I have also brought it to you.
You see, if necessary, it can be exchanged for ancient clan contribution points. ”
Song Yan nodded.
Mu Liyang immediately took out a piece of jade slip, raised his hand and waved it. The jade slip appeared in light, like a projector, projecting text in the void, showing the name of the technique and the basic introduction.
"Fire Observation Method": Practice Xuan Kung Fu, draw fire into the body, and the fire Xuan invades
"Fire Worship Kung Fu": Jiang Gong Kung Fu, fire also burns blood, the explosion is extremely powerful
"Ghost Infant True Sutra": Zifu Kung Fu, the fake ghost infant is connected with the divine infant. In the realm of Zifu, the ghost infant can be condensed, and then smoothly break through the divine infant
Song Yan's eyes paused on the "Ghost Infant Manual", his pupils tightened, then he looked back and asked lightly: "Aunt Xi, what do you think of these three methods?"
Princess Xi said: "I heard that the "Ghost Infant Manual" is an incomplete technique. Master Mu, am I right?"
Mu Xianyang sighed: "Yes, this is not hidden from Shi and Princess Xi. The core of the "Ghost Infant Manual" is the refining of infants. It is said that this method of refining infants can smoothly break through to the realm of divine infants.< br>
Thousands of years ago, my ancestor Wuhuan Zhenren stepped into the Divine Infant through this method, and then traveled north. Although contact was lost, he left behind good stories.
Master Wu Huan said that this method is particularly stable in breaking through the realm, far better than other methods. It is a pity that this breakthrough method has been wiped out. This matter is also an unspeakable scandal in the sect.
The family was unlucky, so the envoy made Princess Xi laugh. ”
As he spoke, the fire-robed man held his hands with a sad expression on his face.
Princess Xi grinned, revealing a set of strong teeth, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Sect Master Mu wiped it himself?"
Mu Liyang smiled bitterly and said: "Princess Xi is joking, our ancestors have never wiped out the inheritance, why would I do this?"
Princess Xi said in a loud voice: "Master coming to practice in your sect is also a blessing for you, don't miss it."
Mu Liyang said: "If there is one, I will definitely take it out."
Princess Xi said: "Then take the inherited jade slips and don't use perfunctory reproductions like this."
Mu Liyang said: "The power contained in the jade slip is so great that the envoy's current state cannot bear it. But I guarantee that if the envoy breaks through the Jianggong and Zifu realms, I will take the jade slip and show it to him face to face."
The two of them were talking to each other.
It wasn't until Song Yan said "change" that the two of them calmed down.
Princess Xi took the contribution points and gave them to Mu Liyang, who pushed the three replica jade slips in front of Song Yan and assured that "the contents of this jade slip and the inherited jade slip are generally the same, but they can only After absorbing the information once, if Song Yan breaks through the subsequent realm, he can look for the jade slips he wants to inherit at any time for comparison."
Song Yan raised his hand and put the three jade slips into his storage bag. Suddenly, a strange idea flashed in his mind.
The fire crystal that can "burn the shadow puppets, stimulate the shadow puppets, causing the shadow puppets to burst out with greater power", and the Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation that "can cause weakness and burn life" seem to have a little bit in common.
If he hadn't just come from Yu Xuanwei's place yesterday and directly seen the fire crystal today, he probably wouldn't have had such an idea at all.
However, the two seem to have nothing to do with each other, and they are completely unrelated.
In addition, could Zhang Han's "Ghost Infant Scripture" be passed down from this Fire Worshiping Demon Sect?
Song Yan's expression changed.
He always liked to remember these coincidences.
In his heart, every sect has its own secrets, and every country has its own secrets. His current status is just a life-saving talisman for him, so that others dare not touch him easily.
But if he wants to get something core from the sect and the country, then he will inevitably be involved in those secrets, even if he is a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, it is no exception.
At this moment, a white shadow flashed in the distance.
Miss Susu came gracefully with her feet on the ground, on time, ready to "study with the prince" and make leather together.
Mu Chaiyang glared at her coldly and said, "Elder Wang, take good care of the envoy."
He deliberately dropped the word "care" heavily, as if he was hiding an inexplicable threat.
Wang Susu's delicate body trembled and she lowered her head and said: "Susu, I understand."
Today
The two made leather together again, and the hide was a low-level monster hide.
Wang Susu taught him seriously, and because of the close proximity, there would inevitably be physical contact during the process.
A few days ago, whenever Song Yan accidentally touched her, even if it was just his sleeve, she would shrink her hands in shock like a frightened rabbit or a kitten stepping on its tail, and then continue to teach him as if nothing had happened.
But today, after being accidentally touched, she stopped moving.
Accompanied by shortness of breath and chest heaving.
Song Yan thought of the "interaction between Wang Susu and Mu Xianyang" just now, and suddenly understood.
Junior Sister Susu wanted to convey that she was originally a pure woman, but now she was forced to have no choice, so she tried hard to get closer to him, and then she half-pushed and half-succumbed to accompany him to the cave and serve him well.
Song Yan was happy.
If he hadn't known what kind of old vixen Junior Sister Su Su was, he would have been fooled by her acting skills at this time.
I have to say, the road is quite deep.
So, soon
When their little fingers were about to touch each other again, Song Yan retracted his hand like a frightened rabbit. Wang Susu was stunned for a long time, and then bit her lip. There was a look of disappointment in her eyes that I felt pity for, but the look of disappointment flashed away, and she returned to her smile, as if she was not hurt at all by the boy's little move. .
Song Yan simply sat across from her, took out the skin, and started making it clumsily.
For him, this is the "legitimate life extension time" that he finally regained.
The further the realm goes, the more longevity is required. He must make good use of this time to be as stable as possible, not to irritate anyone, and not to want any accidents to happen.
Afternoon
Song Yan took the initiative to end today's leather-making and went to Tingxue Palace.
The noodles came quickly.
Song Yan took a bite.
Something is wrong.
The taste is so good and the workmanship is so serious. It is definitely not Enri's craftsmanship, but someone who is afraid that he will have a bad taste.
He subconsciously wanted to let go of his consciousness to verify his conjecture, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
If you want to find "protection" in your normal and stable life, you should avoid this "cheating" as much as possible.
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Enri didn't eat noodles with him, or even looked at him. She was still refining elixirs in the distance with an expressionless face.
After Song Yan finished eating the noodles, he thought about it, took the initiative to wash the dishes, and then went to the alchemy room to say goodbye.
Enri was indifferent.
Song Yan left alone.
Outside, Yu Xuanwei gave him the rubbing of the "Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation" and at the same time carefully asked, "Is Master An's craftsmanship good?"
Song Yan glanced at her speechlessly and said, "Aren't you a fan?"
After that, he left Tingxue Palace directly without waiting for Yu Xuanwei's reply.
At night, Song Yan picked up "Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation" and "Ghost Infant Manual" and started reading them.
The former is quite difficult to print on the panel, and it probably takes some time.
The latter is much more comprehensive than Zhang's Korean version of "The Ghost Infant Manual".
It's just comprehensive, but not completely different.
This is enough to show that the source of Zhang Han's "Gui Ying Zhen Jing" may be here.
But there is nothing surprising. After all, more than a thousand years ago, when the ancient teleportation array was intact, there was indeed communication between the two sides.
In addition to the similar description of "Killing Thoughts, Protecting Thoughts, and I Thoughts" in the "Ghost Infant Manual" of the Fire Worship Demon Sect, it also adds some additional Zifu spells.
The ultimate goal of these spells is the secret technique of the Zi Mansion - the ghost infant statue.
"Ghost Infant Statue" and "Bee Cloud Buddha Miasma" both belong to the Zifu secret technique. It is a kind of "treasure"-like power composed of one's own thoughts. It is also the key for those who practice this technique to survive the minor catastrophe.
"Fengyunfutu Miasma" is a pagoda made of a thought, used to suppress others.
"Ghost Infant Statue" is similar, but according to the "Ghost Infant Manual", the greatest function of this secret technique is not to attack and fight, but to increase the success rate of being promoted to the Divine Infant Realm.
Song Yan read through it for a while, got a rough understanding, and then lay down on the bed to sleep
The next day, when Song Yan came to the alchemy room of Tingxue Palace again, there was a bowl of noodles on the table.
It tasted terrible and tasted far less delicious than yesterday.
But Song Yan just took a bite and breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that Yu Xuanwei did a good job in Anli's ideological work after being exposed by him yesterday. Today's noodles were indeed made by Anli herself.
It's just that Enri deliberately made the noodles terrible.
However, Song Yan still ate all the noodles, washed the dishes and chopsticks as carefully as yesterday, put them in the cupboard, and said goodbye to Enli.
But Enri just stared at the alchemy furnace intently, as if the young man in front of the door didn't exist at all. In short, she looked like she was looking forward to death, going her own way and not caring.
After Song Yan left, Yu Xuanwei quietly walked in from the door, looked at the clean bowl, and asked doubtfully: "Anli, do you know him?"
Enri shook her head.
Yu Xuanwei said: "I have been afraid that he would be furious today. Because from across the room, I could smell that your noodles were boiling, but he ate them all. Why?"
Enri said: "I don't know, and I don't want to know."
She turned her head and looked out the window at the falling snow.
Yu Xuanwei said: "You can cook the noodles better tomorrow. We all depend on him now."
An Li said in shock: "He will come tomorrow? Him"
Yu Xuanwei sighed: "When he left, he told me that he would come not only tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even every day after that."
Enri closed her eyes and said for a long time: "I understand."
Yu Xuanwei was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "A hundred years have passed"
An Li said: "I don't miss Senior Brother Bai, I just want to make alchemy seriously."
The air was silent for a moment, and Enri continued: "I'm tired from refining alchemy. Master, please let me rest for a while."
Yu Xuanwei left, and the room was empty. The female cultivator stared blankly at the snow in the distance. Some memories, some figures, and some laughter seemed to flash across the snow. But when I came back to my senses, those beautiful things disappeared and shattered, like bubbles, very fragile
Suddenly, she lowered her head and covered her lips and coughed heavily, with a few blood streaks splattering on the back of her hand.
In order to make Jianggong Dan well, she devoted her whole life and compiled a lot of experience.
Of course, her erysipelas was also very serious.
Another day, when Song Yan arrived in the afternoon, he did not see noodles on the table, but only An Li.
Enri did not make alchemy today. When she saw him arriving, she stood up and bowed, and then tried her best to keep her face straight and said: "If you want to tease Enri, please tell Enri what I should do, so that you will be happy."
Her face was pale and her eyes were filled with stubbornness.
Her innocence was gone, and she had no sorrow or joy.
Song Yan suddenly realized that he might have liked innocent female cultivators in the past because they made him feel comfortable, but now he suddenly realized that maybe he liked Anli's innocence.
If Enri lost her innocence, he would still like her stubbornness.
If he were not stubborn, he would like something else.
Seeing that Song Yan did not answer, An Li added: "If you want to find a Taoist companion, Master Yuzhang is much more suitable than me.
I am not beautiful, I am one hundred and thirty-two years old, and I have erysipelas.
My life is short, sir. What else do you want from me? ”
Song Yan was silent for a long time and said: "Let's have a bowl of noodles."
Seeing anger flashing in Enri's eyes, not knowing what nonsense to say, he added: "The last time."
Enri saluted respectfully and said: "Yes, sir."
She turned around and entered the dining room, and carefully ordered a bowl of noodles.
But even though she was serious, her craftsmanship was still average.
Song Yan held the noodle bowl, grabbed the chopsticks, lowered his head and started eating with a "snoring" sound.
He closed his eyes and ate the noodles seriously. For a moment, it seemed as if time had flown by and he had returned to the small bamboo house on Wenshui Island a hundred years ago. The lake was reflected, the sky clouds fell into the sea, and he lived a peaceful life like a frog at the bottom of a well. Apart from refining elixirs every day It's just that the two of them are in and out of each other, there's nothing complicated, everything goes by very slowly, and it's very unforgettable.
He wanted to play scheming, but he understood that "scheming cannot buy good thoughts." At this point in his practice, he must deal with it truly with his heart, instead of dealing with it with cunning as before.
He recalled that he ate all the noodles, drank all the noodle soup, licked the bowl again, then put the bowl down and said: "It's delicious."
Enri looked at him blankly.
At this moment, she saw a familiar shadow on the boy in front of her.
The action of eating noodles is so familiar.
She closed her eyes, controlled herself not to think too much, and then said lightly: "I hope you will keep your word."
Then, she grabbed the bowl first and walked to the water tank aside.
After a night, the snow rarely stopped. The sun fell on the ice and snow all over the sky, and the reflected mountains and rivers were all white, as if they were shining.
Enri didn't make any alchemy today because she lacked an important medicine.
A fellow student once went to a dangerous place to get medicine for her, but the dangerous place was in the ice wasteland, so she never returned.
Now, since she is in the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, she can naturally go and see if the Demon Sect has such a drug exchange.
As for the redemption method, of course it is contribution points.
Zhengyang Peak's token has been made, and the sect can exchange items for contribution points. She brought a lot of elixirs she refined, which should be enough.
In the morning, she went out for a busy day. When she returned in the evening, she saw the figure of the ancient boy in the alchemy room again.
Enri frowned slightly.
But the young man ran to the dining room and served noodles.
He downed two bowls and said: "I will take care of everything from now on."
Enri was stunned, her little hands clenched into fists, but she suppressed her anger.
After a while, the two sat across from each other.
Song Yan ate all the noodles, but An Li remained motionless.
But the action of the boy eating noodles in front of her began to awaken some of her memories.
If she saw it by chance, she wouldn't think much about it, but she was obviously a member of the ancient tribe, but why would she do this to a young female cultivator of low status like her?
After Song Yan left, Anli sat for a long time before grabbing her chopsticks, picking out a noodle that was already cold and about to freeze, and put it into her mouth. An inexplicably familiar taste came from her taste buds.
Senior Brother Bai can also make noodles, and they are very delicious.
But, how is it possible?
Enri's eyes turned red and she sniffed, but she didn't eat anymore, nor did she go to make elixirs. Instead, she sat there, looking at the snow that looked rose-red under the setting sun, and stared at it until dark.
Time flies and one year passes.
Half a year later, Song Yanshouyuan's longevity steadily changed from "[Shouyuan: 143/8623]" to "[Shouyuan: 143/16523]". Princess Xi has also successfully collected three types of blood in the "Nine Bloods of Dragon and Elephant".
Song Yan took Princess Xi to look at Anli quietly. He only made one request: to do everything in his power to detoxify Anli and help her improve her realm so that she could reach the realm of the Puppet Mansion before the deadline.
Princess Xi could not agree.
Because Enli's erysipelas may be curable, but it is absolutely impossible to break through the pseudo-mansion before the deadline.
A young female cultivator in the early Jianggong period, her body was already fragile due to the erysipelas. Even if there was no more erysipelas, her lifespan would be twenty or thirty years at most. How could she possibly break through to the pseudo-mansion realm in the remaining time?
Song Yan himself had no choice. In the past, he could still use the power of the "King Tiger" to turn people into ghosts, but now his world of souls is like a gray furnace, and any existence he pulls into the world of souls will be destroyed. Refined by his furnace. No matter how careful and controlling he is, the soul cannot escape his control, cannot be reincarnated, and cannot seize the body of an ordinary person.
There are gains and losses.
He became stronger, but he also lost the basic power of the Demon King and Tiger Blood, so he could no longer turn Enri into a Demon.
Because from the depths of his soul, he is a demon who is good at devouring and destroying.
After a year, Enri finally had no choice but to accept such a boy who forced herself to cook noodles.
Of course, it’s not just about cooking noodles, the boy will also start bringing other delicacies and even elixirs.
She could identify some of the elixirs and some she couldn't, but there was no doubt that they were all quite expensive.
Its effect is either to detoxify or increase spiritual practice.
Enri refused to eat, but the boy would force her to eat.
Today, the two of them finished eating noodles again.
Song Yan was ready to leave as usual.
Enri looked at his back and suddenly said: "I don't quite understand."
Song Yan stopped and turned his head.
An Li said: "You obviously can't be Senior Brother Bai."
Song Yan lowered his eyes.
Enri said: "But you are just like him in every aspect, except your appearance."
Song Yan turned to look at the snow in the courtyard and said with a smile, "Are you coming?"
Enri was stunned for a moment, then followed him to the yard in confusion.
Soon, she saw the boy pinching the snowball, throwing the snowball in an arc far away, and lightly hitting her right cheek with a "pop".
The boy is smiling.
Enri murmured: "Impossible"
When she said it was impossible, her eyes were red and tears were rolling in her eyes, but she continued to say "impossible, this is impossible."
Snap!
She also received a blow on her left cheek.
She closed her eyes subconsciously, and the tears immediately fell from her cheeks.
When she opened her eyes again, the boy was already standing in front of her, looking at her worriedly.
Enri stared at him, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and said softly: "Take me to seize the body, I want to pick a bad guy."
She has arrived at Jiang Palace, so she naturally has a chance to seize the lives of ordinary people, or even ordinary monks. Now she will try to seize them while she still has the strength before the time limit is up.
Not for anything else, because she already understood who the person in front of her was.
Seizing a body is risky, but she has mustered up the courage to do it for the person in front of her.
She knew that she could never name the person in front of her.
Senior Brother Bai has snatched the bodies of the Wuxiang clan members. If anyone finds out, Senior Brother Bai will definitely be hunted by the ancient clan to the ends of the earth, and then his soul will be scattered to pieces.
Thinking of this, the little girl Xiu suddenly became frightened. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to push Song Yan, and while pushing, she said: "You are too abnormal. You can't do this again. Did you ask Princess Xi to get those elixirs of yours?"
The more she spoke, the angrier and more anxious she became, and then she said coquettishly: "How could you do this?!"
Song Yan grabbed her hand, held her in his arms, and said, "It doesn't matter."
That night, Song Yan returned to his house, grabbed the "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Formation" and continued to study it.
Suddenly, his panel lit up, and new information emerged.
However, the name that emerged was not "Array: Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation".
Instead, it is "Array Dao: Demonic Infant Bingxuan Sacrifice Formation".
Song Yan's pupils tightened and he stared at the words "Devil Infant" and "Sacrifice".
His intuition of always being on the edge of danger made him feel something bad, and he immediately concluded that someone had planned something in this land, whether it was the "Ghost Infant Manual", the fire of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, or something like this " Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation" may all be part of the bureau.
This game is so big that it started a thousand years ago
Otherwise, Zhang Han would not get the "Ghost Infant Scripture".
He turned his head and looked out the window.
The snow is falling and turning white, and the miserable red flames are still burning quietly on the mountains and rivers of the Snow Country, bringing warmth to the people, madness to the shadow puppets, and strength to the monks, but its essence is just a sacrifice, to that demonic infant. Sacrifice!
Devil baby, what is it?
Song Yan happened to understand.
His stay in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan's Ancestral Secret Realm was not in vain, and he naturally read a lot of information during this period.
The Demon Infant is one of them.
This thing is similar to the demon monk, who belongs to the sea of suffering, but is not a novice who combines Buddhist obsessions, but has deep evil thoughts from outside the realm, and is a lineage of heavenly demons.
(End of chapter)