Chapter 48 48: Qingpao Ancestor; Three Hundred Years of Magic Power, Wood in the Fire
Lingguang, Lingche and others who were previously driven away by Master Jiexuan all reacted unanimously when they saw that the fight in the collapsing ridge had stopped. Turn around and return.
Wanted to see if there were any bargains to be found.
But when they returned to Collapse Ridge, they saw a scene that shocked them.
Just now, Master Jie Xuan was so powerful that he suppressed three water tribe monsters with hundreds of years of power with one palm.
At this time, two hundred-foot peaks appeared out of thin air, with the left and right shoulders, and the top of a mountain on either side, being crushed under the collapsed ridge.
Even half of his body was buried in the soil.
Jie Xuanze, who was pressed down the mountain, looked red from suppressing his emotions, his eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body was shaking.
"This...what is this..." Lingche and others took a breath of cold air.
Lingguang was first surprised and then delighted: "Hahaha...Old thief Jie Xuan, I never thought you would be here today!"
"Those who know the truth, please bring me the pith of Wanzai wood quickly, otherwise don't blame me..."
The villain Ling Guang succeeded, but he hadn't finished his threatening words yet.
Jie Xuan's closed eyes suddenly opened. In his eyes, the cold murderous intention shrouded Ling Guang. He opened his mouth and spat out, and a ray of light flew out of his mouth.
Ling Guang, who was standing dozens of steps away, suddenly felt his hair standing on end, and he hurriedly wanted to raise his hand to use the monastic talisman.
"Poof!" The round head of the aura was like a watermelon exploding, red and white, splashing for several feet in an instant.
Before the magic talisman could be used, the headless body "plopped" to the ground before everyone could react.
“Peak Master!”
“Master!” Lingguang’s monks were shocked.
The dim light whirled and paused in the air, shrouding everyone with fierce murderous intent, making everyone turn pale with fear.
At this moment, I saw clearly that the faint light was an iron nail several inches long and dark in color.
"Heart nail!!" Lingche's heart was beating wildly.
It is a famous magic weapon in the Xuanwei Sect. It has super speed, can hide in the void, and specializes in sneak attacks.
“The pith has been under the mountain for ten thousand years. You can work together to cast a spell and move the mountain to open a gap for me. When the ancestor comes out, I will give you the pith and you will be rewarded heavily...”
The murderous intent in Jie Xuan's eyes subsided, and he turned to look kindly and spoke to Lingche and others.
………
Ji Yuan pocketed the wood pith in his sleeves and flew thousands of miles away from the collapsed ridge against the wind; he found a hole in a thick old pine tree and got into it to sit down.
Zhaoyue Mountain is a wild wilderness with towering ancient trees. There are many people hugging the big trees. There are many tree holes where wild beasts hide, which is perfect for hiding.
You can also use the shade of trees to block the precious light of the wood marrow.
Ji Yuan did not take Lingche, Lingguang and other so-called peak master geniuses and true seeds seriously.
But I didn’t expect that this treasure of wood marrow would attract masters of the Tongxuan realm, and be interfered with by the sudden appearance of Master Jie Xuan.
This was also beyond Ji Yuan's expectation.
Jie Xuan Zhenren is not an ordinary Tong Xuan realm; it is the true biography of a great religion.
In terms of strength, Jie Xuan is enough to crush the ordinary Tong Xuan realm.
Fortunately, he took the lead with a sneak attack and successfully suppressed Master Jie Xuan temporarily.
"With my current strength, I should be no worse than the true disciples of ordinary great religions." Ji Yuan thought to himself.
This is mainly due to the blessing brought to Ji Yuan by magical powers.
Acquiring a great magical power is often better than thousands or ten thousand years of cultivation.
This is also the reason why monks in this world, no matter how big their families are, are keen to enter the great sect; only the great sect of immortality can have enough magical power to pass on.
In this world, the division of strength is very vague; there is no absolute strength or absolute weakness.
It is possible that a stranger with one year's magic power can overthrow a monk with hundreds or hundreds of years of magic power in a sneak attack.
But turning around, this year's strange man with magic power has been restrained by his magic, and it is possible that he will be killed by a mortal.
With the same level of mana, the strength may be hundreds of times different.
But this is a rare case.
What's more, the greater the reputation and the stronger the strength, the higher the cultivation level will naturally be.
After all, my neighbors collect grain and I store guns, and my neighbors are my granary. This is the truth that Ji Yuan has believed in in his past and present lives.
In this barbaric world, spiritual objects are everywhere, including innate spiritual roots and spiritual treasures. As long as magical powers and martial arts treasures are strong enough, the mana can be easily improved.
Just grab it and it’s over.
"With this pith treasure, I think it should be able to increase my mana for at least a hundred years." Ji Yuan stretched out his big sleeve; a foot long, like amber-glazed sapphire, kept struggling in his hand .
It is the rare treasure of Yimu, the pith of ten thousand years.
It even has a touch of spirituality.
It looks like glazed sapphire, but in fact it is the essence of inspiration and contains thousands of years of creation.
Ji Yuan did not hesitate, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. The shell was hard, and inside there were drops of milky white juice like white butter, flowing out from the pith.
The entrance is slightly sweet and contains a strange aroma, like drinking nectar.
This tastes much better than ordinary elixirs.
"Gulu..." The pith juice enters the abdomen, and the cool air spreads all over the body.
Wisps of the essence of creation cleanse the internal organs, and the muscles and bones all over the body are constantly being washed and tempered.
There is not even the manic aura as imagined, but smooth, silent and easy to refine.
Mana keeps growing.
One...ten...one hundred...
………
Collapse Ridge.
Huge gray palm prints kept falling from the sky.
There was a constant rumble.
Jie Xuan, who had broken free from the restraint of suppression, stood thousands of feet high in the sky and kept using his palms to flatten the two mountain peaks and the entire Collapse Ridge to the ground.
That’s all.
The corpses of Lingguang and the hundreds of monks under Lingguang's command were all buried in it and turned into powder.
The remaining Lingche and other Xuanfeng monks turned pale with fright.
They now know that Jie Xuan’s Wanzai Mu Marrow has been robbed.
I was afraid that Jie Xuan would also take it out on them.
"Dog thief..." The anger in Master Jie Xuan's heart finally let go.
I don't know who fought with him from a distance and took away the Wanzai Mu marrow.
I didn’t see that person’s face, I could only vaguely see a person wearing a green robe.
"Master, who took away the marrow of Wanzai Mu? You may be able to figure out the secret and find him..." Lingche finally couldn't help it and asked bravely.
He now has no illusions about Wanzai Muzui; he just wants to know who defeated Zhen Xiexuan.
When did such a person with great magical powers appear again in the sect?
Jie Xuan shook his head: "I only vaguely remember that the man was wearing a green robe with very wide sleeves. It's hateful, he's too far apart, and he doesn't have the energy to do it..."
It's too far apart, hundreds of people. Here, the man was hidden in the wind and mist, and he failed to capture the Qi of the man in green robe.
The great powers in this world, without spiritual consciousness, can calculate the secrets of heaven and often know things hundreds or tens of thousands of miles away.
But calculations, especially those that are accurate to people, require media.
For example, Qi, nails, hair, clothes.
Without these, we can only be blind and touch the elephant, and it is difficult to be precise.
“Is that Qingpao ancestor a human or a demon?” Lingche asked curiously.
He believed that that person could suppress Jie Xuan and had great supernatural powers that could move mountains and seas; he must be a Taoist magician who had lived for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years.
Jie Xuan is a true disciple of the great religion, and he has several magical weapons in his hands; his strength is far beyond what ordinary Tong Xuan can match.
"I don't know either; but that person has mysterious magic power and hides his face. He must be someone from my teaching..." Jie Xuan's face was as gloomy as water.
The Xuanwei Sect selects a true successor every ten thousand years, often ranging from hundreds to thousands. Everyone is a familiar face and knows each other. That person is probably the true successor of the previous session.
His strength is unpredictable, but there should be limited people who are stronger than him, or there may be some shortcomings, so he is very afraid of himself.
If you can really crush yourself, why bother to sneak in and gain the upper hand?
Otherwise, we won’t hide our heads and show our tails.
Master Jie Xuan kept speculating on the identity of the man in green.
Let yourself suffer a big loss quietly and lose face. Of course, you can't just let it go.
Jie Xuan glanced at Lingche and others with murderous intent: "Don't spread this matter."
It is true that the true teachings of the great religion were moved to suppress them. It was such a shame; he considered silencing these people.
I will remain in seclusion for hundreds of years and come out again after this incident has passed.
But Ling Che is not as good as Ling Guang; Ling Guang is just relying on the bluff of Master Huanyue behind him; if you kill, you will kill.
Ling Che is one of the true true seeds of this generation, and there are ancestors in the family who practice in the sect. Although Jie Xuan is not afraid, killing Ling Che will cause endless troubles.
"Yes!" Lingche and others glanced at the collapsed ridge that was razed to the ground and remained silent.
They thought Jie Xuan was referring to the killing of Ling Guang and the destruction of corpses and traces of the monks under Ling Guang's command.
He quickly added: "Junior brother Zhou Lingguang and the monks in the Zhou family were all killed by the old demon in green robes..."
"Fortunately, Master Jie came in time. With his great magical powers, he defeated the ancestor of Qingpao and saved our lives..."
Jie Xuan's face darkened, but he didn't say anything more. He snorted coldly and Teng Disappear into the void.
…
After it was confirmed that Jie Xuan was far away, Lingche’s expression became calm.
"Peak Master, what are you thinking about?" His monks were confused.
"Hahaha, that Qingpao ancestor must be a senior expert in our sect!"
"If we really say that he was defeated by Old Ghost Jie, we will also kill Zhou Lingguang and other Zhou family seniors!" If cultivator Bai puts the blame on him, wouldn't he also offend the master?" Lingche sneered.
If Qingpao Patriarch is really a powerful pagan, he can blame others for everything.
But the key person is also taught by Xuanwei.
Jie Zhenren is the true successor of the previous generation and cannot be offended.
Can the ancestor of Qingpao be offended?
Maybe he will be promoted to true successor in the future, and he will have to worship the Qingpao Patriarch.
Thinking of this, Lingche's eyes widened: "Let's go back quickly to inform my monks and use all our strength to find the traces and identity of the ancestor of Qingpao!"
"He must be the true disciple of the past in the sect. Ancestor; I just came out of seclusion recently. When I join the True Succession, I will join him!”
The biggest difference between the True Succession and the Outer Sect is that I have a master to follow. Even if the ancestor dies, he can still inherit his magic weapon and magical power; he can soar into the sky
That’s why it’s called true biography.
It is normal for such great powers to have been in seclusion for thousands or tens of thousands of years. They had never heard of their reputation before, but now they have heard of it, right?
The Xuanwei Sect has been passed down for countless thousands of years since the founding of the world. Within the sect, there are countless powerful old monsters who are approaching their lifespan and are hiding in hiding.
The most precious treasure of wood marrow is a life-extending treasure. It is normal for people to come out to snatch it.
When the other monks heard this, their eyes also shone: "Such a great magical power, if you learn one or two points, you will benefit a lot. Young Master, you are right!"
Most of the monks under these peak masters are said to be brothers, but in fact they are from the same family.
Shangxuanfeng Lingche, whose common surname is Qi, has an ancestor Daomiao in his family, and is deeply rooted in Xuanwei sect. There are still several masters of Tongxuan realm who control several secular dynasties in the Southern Shan region. .
This move by the Qi family immediately alarmed many family forces within the Xuanwei Sect.
Gradually, many people know that there is an ancestor in Qingyi in the sect, who is the true successor of the previous generation. He has great magical powers and has been released from seclusion recently.
It even caused many true successors to gear up, preparing to find connections and join the Tsing Yi Patriarch after being promoted to true successors.
Of course, these are all things for later.
………
In the blink of an eye; half a year has passed.
Winter has entered the vast Zhaoyue Mountains, and there are several feet of snow between the sky and the earth.
In the tree hole, the magical power flowed and spread for hundreds of miles.
Ji Yuan closed his eyes slightly, showing a hint of joy.
“Three hundred years of mana, ten thousand years of wood marrow, more than ten thousand years of medicinal life.”
Ten thousand years of wood marrow, only one inch longer in ten thousand years; this ten thousand years of wood is enough The marrow is almost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation.
Seeing the outside world, the branches were low under the weight of snow. It took half a year just to refine the pith.
Feeling the majestic magic power in his body, Ji Yuan had the urge to roar.
Finally endured it.
Close your eyes and look inside, you can see the internal organs and the surging qi and blood.
A mist of green energy is hidden in the liver, constantly emitting subtle energy, creating vitality throughout the body.
Make your own foundation deeper and deeper.
“No wonder the strong ones in the Tongxuan Realm can’t help but snatch this thing; the most important thing is this ray of green energy. Even the ancestor Daomiao will covet such a valuable treasure!”
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"Fortunately, my identity has not been exposed!"
Ji Yuan opened his mouth slightly and vomited.
"Poof!" A ball of green energy flew out of the body and immediately turned into a blue flame.
"Boom!" Green flames burned in the air, and all the trees within dozens of feet withered suddenly, and all life was swept away.
Wood pith is also called wood mother.
This green energy is the essence of Yi wood, which is stored in the liver orifices. It can make people's eyes clear and their life span can increase by thousands of years.
Once spit out, it will turn into a kind of divine flame, called "Fire in the Wood".
The fire in the wood seems cold and dim, without any warmth.
But it can burn all kinds of spiritual wood. If it is burned on a human body, all the energy and blood in the human body will be evaporated in an instant, the vitality will wither, and it will be turned into a mummy.
This kind of divine flame is extremely powerful.
It can be said that if an ordinary monk obtains the wood marrow, it is equivalent to developing a magical power.
A strong person with Tongxuan or above can obtain it and refine it completely, and can cultivate Gan Qi Chaoyuan, one of the five Qi Qi.
"However, the fire in the wood is too flawed; for me, it is of little use at present."
Although the fire in the wood is magical, it will still be restrained by water.
This kind of divine flame is good at plundering vitality and tempering the essence of grass and trees, but the flame is not hot enough to burn spiritual iron and spiritual treasures. It's not enough to use it to refine treasures.
"But this divine flame..." Ji Yuan's eyes flashed.
He suddenly thought of another use of this divine flame.
In this world, there is no alchemy. First of all, there is no shortage of natural materials and earthly treasures, and everyone is greedy.
Another reason is that elixirs and plants are not resistant to high temperatures; let alone being refined by Dharma fire or spiritual fire.
Even if it is burned with ordinary fire, it will become charred and dry, and the elixir will be destroyed.
But the fire in this wood is originally made of wood mother, but it is extremely soft and can refine and absorb the essence of plants and trees.
"Developing alchemy requires a lot of practice with elixirs. It cannot be done overnight. We will consider it in the future."
Ji Yuan opened his mouth and inhaled, and the blue flame burst from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Fly into the body.
"It's time to kill the golden rhinoceros."
Ji Yuan plans to gather enough merit; find a way to obtain a soaring magical power.
His magic power is now becoming more and more profound; he can be said to have vast supernatural powers; he has the power to shake the world and is good at martial arts fighting.
The only shortcoming is that I can’t run fast enough.
If you can obtain the great magical power of [Thousand Miles Flying Rainbow Technique] in the teaching, you can make up for your shortcomings.
A strange force appeared in the air, the breeze blew by, and Ji Yuan's figure disappeared into the tree hole.
(End of this chapter)