Chapter 374 Mutation
Master Sanhei’s face changed. Does this little traitor dislike his smell? She gritted her teeth angrily.
"I am an old woman who is about to die. I don't need anyone to take care of me."
Zhenlan shook her head and continued to pinch her nose.
"Master, you will definitely be able to cultivate the golden elixir and live up to half a thousand years. Why don't you need anyone to serve you?"
Master Sanhei covered her nose when she saw her release. She was already so angry that the Three Corpse Gods were furious. She snorted coldly.
"Zhenlan, Zhenlan, do you know."
"Those of your foundation-building senior sisters in the previous years also had amazing talents, beautiful people, and smart people. Your transfer Treasure weapons, drawing talismans and driving horses are all bad tricks that people use."
"These methods of yours cannot be ranked in the top three!"
"You can do whatever you want. It’s just death.”
Zhenlan's whole body was shocked, and she suddenly turned around and ran away.
Master Sanhei stretched out his hand to strike at her - after taking so many of my elixirs, it’s time to return them!
Zhenlan ran a few steps forward, and suddenly her whole body contracted involuntarily, rolling into a ball and rolling on the ground. There seemed to be invisible pressure from all around, forcing it to become smaller, smaller, and smaller again.
As she screamed, a black hole seemed to appear in the sea of consciousness, sucking in all her essence, blood, body, and magic. In the end, her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were not spared, and her face was sucked dry. Flesh and blood, the spirit body of the sea of consciousness, the ghost of human beings.
Finally, it turned into a white skull, as if carved from beautiful jade.
Master Sanhei carefully picked it up and put it around his neck, finally forming nine skulls.
She squinted her eyes and looked into the distance, used a secret method to sense it, and sneered towards the distance.
A cheerful smile appeared on the wrinkled face. After all the arrangements, hundreds of years of hard work, and hard work in cultivating generations of alchemy disciples, there was only one last step left to complete.
"Zhenmei, you are the only one left now."
"What kind of husband are you looking for? The casual cultivator in the world of immortality is like an ant, and his life is as thin as paper. He is probably dead long ago."< br>
"I'll do a good deed for my master and send you to reunite with him!"
Master Sanhei stepped out, climbed into the sky, and galloped away.
Dozens of miles away.
The machine donkey is galloping. Its figure has become longer than before. That is because there is an extra person on the donkey, and the four donkey legs are thrown into a round shape.
Lu Ye held Pan Furong in his forearms, closing his eyes most of the time as if he was studying something. Occasionally he opened his eyes and looked carefully at the front and back. Shi Yiwen and Ma Fu were also hanging on the donkey's hips.
"Huh..."
In the wilderness, Lu Ye suddenly shouted softly, and the donkey's hooves immediately kicked straight, pulling out several deep trenches in the ground and stopping in place.
"Wow..."
Shi Yiwen and Ma Fu both vomited. The donkey's escape speed increased a lot this time, and it was already out of reach of the foundation-building monks. Up and down.
Although it had a light shield outside its body to isolate the strong wind, the donkey's buttocks jumped with great force, tossing the two of them quite hard.
Lu Ye waved his hand, and the ropes tied to the donkeys were loosened. He rushed to Shi Yiwen, and Ma Fu and the others handed over.
"You two, let's break up here and run for our lives!"
"You follow us, and you will die if Master Sanhei catches up."
"If we each run for our lives, maybe we have a better chance of survival."
No matter how stupid Shi Yiwen and Ma Fu are, after listening to Zhenlan's sarcastic words before, and the fact that Master Sanhei has bad qualities to begin with, legend, now you can roughly guess what is going on.
Master Sanhei seems to be practicing some evil magic with her disciples. This time she is not escorting the disciples through the demon kingdom, but escorting them to the Western Heaven.
And these casual cultivators are just cannon fodder. They are even willing to kill their own disciples, so what does it matter if they kill outsiders and rogue cultivators?
Seeing Lu Ye's serious words, Shi Yiwen untied the rope silently, bowed deeply and thanked Brother Ji for the ride, and asked Brother Ji to take care of himself.
He didn't know what the relationship was between this person and Master Zhenmei. He just saw that she could easily control the machine donkey and was neither humble nor arrogant in the face of Zhenzhu Zhenlan. She didn't seem to be someone to be trifled with.
It’s pretty good to be able to carry him all this way, but don’t be dissatisfied.
After Shi Yiwen finished speaking, he quickly turned around and left without any hesitation.
But Ma Fu was different. He knelt down and hugged the donkey's leg, begging for mercy - Brother Ji, please take your little brother with you.
You donkey can run very fast. I am so thin that I can easily carry a hundred pounds of meat per person.
Brother Ji, you are a good person and will do your best to send Buddha to the West. Please help me...
After saying this, he turned to Pan Furong and knelt down - Master Zhenmei , Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You are a monk and have compassion. Please advise Brother Ji.
There was a hint of cunning in his eyes.
Ma Fu has been at the bottom of society all year round and has a very sharp eye. He saw Ji Buyu holding one hand around the slim waist of Master Zhenmei in front of him, making intimate gestures, but Master Tai did not react at all.
This is probably a first-rate concubine.
Therefore, it is better to seek a woman than a man. As long as Master Zhenmei has a trace of Buddha nature, she will not abandon herself.
In this vast demon country, the Three Black Masters will not specifically pursue and kill a small character, Yi Sanxiu, but there are many demon kings around, and idiots like Shi Yiwen are running around, and they may not be there tonight. It's simmering in the big iron pot of the Road Demon King.
This mechanical donkey can run very fast, and Ji Buyu has mysterious skills. He can rely on the big tree to enjoy the shade. If he is thick-skinned and follows them all the way, he has a great chance of saving his life.
Mafu was too clever but his cleverness led him astray. He didn’t know that Master Sanhei had been wandering around since the beginning of the journey.
Pan Furong's eyebrows stood up after hearing this. She patted her bhikshuni hat off her head and stroked her bald head with one hand.
Immediately, three thousand green hairs grew out under the influence of magic. In just a few breaths, her hair had reached her shoulders.
Pan Furong pointed and cut. She was still carrying an old mortal knife sheathed by a shark on her waist. There was a foot of red silk on the knife, which had faded and turned white.
She cut off a section of the old red damask, pulled her hair into a short ponytail.
Then he suddenly drew his sword, and Void slashed downwards. A sword energy was activated, and he slashed at Ma Fu's feet.
Pan Furong raised her eyebrows and said sternly.
“You see that I am a woman, do you want to trick me into being soft-hearted?”
“We are not relatives, we are running for our lives, why do we take you with me?”
"If you dare to be verbose again..." She said with evil eyes and unsheathed her long sword, "Do you think I can't kill you?"
Ma Fu didn't expect that this real plum master would always be like a dull gourd. Silently.
Now her hat is removed and her hair is growing, she is shouting fiercely and drawing her sword, just like a female general, with a fierce murderous aura on her body. At a glance, you can tell that she has really gone through a fight and has many lives in her hands.
He was intimidated by the opponent's momentum and was at a loss for words. A man and a woman were on the donkey's back, and their cold murderous intent pressed down on him, covering his whole body.
"You are so rude..." Ma Fu retreated without even daring to address fellow Taoist fellow Daoist. He called himself "young" and turned around to leave.
His face was burning, and compared to Shi Yiwen who simply turned around and ran away, he looked too stupid.
But Ma Fu was unwilling to give in. The other party obviously had such a fast donkey, which had carried him several times before and narrowly escaped death.
Why not save him to the end?
Damn it, I’d rather leave that spot behind the donkey’s butt empty than leave it to myself!
This pair of dog men and women, may they look up to see Sanhei and look down to see the Demon King. May they be pitted at every step and their legs broken!
Ma Fu couldn't help but turn his head and glance back secretly, his eyes full of vicious hatred.
But he bumped into Lu Ye’s meaningful eyes.
Mafu shivered and hurriedly took a few steps, preparing to use the escape talisman to escape.
Lu Ye sneered again and again, reaching out and hitting Pan Furong.
“Out!”
He cast the Sutra of the Bodhisattva to Rescue the Disaster, and a great light shone in the sea of consciousness, and his spirit body transformed into the Dharma Appearance of the Bodhisattva to the Disaster.
This Bodhisattva looks like Lu Ye himself with upright eyes and a murderous aura. In the halo behind his head are tribesmen with swords and guns unsheathed, wearing heavy armor and sitting cross-legged.
Holding a three-foot sword in his hand, he stabbed the big demon's head with the sword, sitting cross-legged on a triple lotus platform, his hands covered in blood.
At this moment, the big bloody hand pointed at Pan Furong, and used his hand to outline the talisman - the Buddha Lotus Talisman.
He had squinted his eyes all the way before, but in fact all his spiritual consciousness had penetrated into Pan Furong's sea of consciousness. As expected, his wife's spirit body also practiced the Nine Skeleton Warriors method.
It's just that there is a red mysterious talisman on the forehead of this strong man's spirit body, which is a split-skull curse seal in the shape of a lotus.
The full version of the Nine-Skeleton Rikishi Faluno was obtained from Baibei Monk. Naturally, he was familiar with the secret techniques such as the seeding and pulling out of the talismans. He recognized that what was displayed on the forehead of his woman's spiritual body was the three black masters who gave it to everyone. The curse seal talisman given by the disciple.
The method of planting talismans is called planting Buddha lotus talismans.
The method of pulling out the talisman is to pick the Buddha lotus talisman.
From the day he obtained the scriptures to the present, he has been studying hard every day in an attempt to learn the art of pulling out talismans.
Fortunately, Lu Ye was already a master at drawing second-level talismans. In addition, he also got a fragment of a third-level talisman at the No. 0 party and tried to draw it.
To draw the talisman of the Nine Skull Warriors, you need to use the third-level talisman skills, and you also need to draw it with mellow Buddhist power.
Lu Ye has been trying to figure it out for many days, and he thinks that he can master the talisman pulling technique almost nine times out of ten. In addition, he doesn’t know if the Bodhisattva Sutra he has completed halfway is considered a genuine Buddhist magic power?
Everything will be revealed right before your eyes.
“Get up!”
Lu Ye shouted sharply.
The Dharma of the Rescue Bodhisattva appeared in Pan Furong's sea of consciousness, and stabbed her spiritual body on the forehead, with the tip of the sword touching the center of her forehead.
At the same time, the other hand outlines the Buddha Lotus Talisman in synchronization with the external body, and a large and complex three-dimensional talisman figure is outlined in the void on the fingertips.
The tip of the sword retreated and forcefully pulled the red Buddha Lotus Talisman from her forehead. The talisman in his hand immediately rushed forward to wrap it up and surround it.
Pan Furong's whole body trembled, and she felt a sharp pain coming from the sea of consciousness, which was more painful than the flesh being cut by thousands of dull knives.
Fortunately, Lu Ye's consciousness manifested in her sea of consciousness. She recognized her husband and knew that Lu Ye would not harm her, so she gritted her teeth and persisted.
She was so painful that her spirit body trembled and she almost collapsed.
After an unknown amount of time in the sea of consciousness, the red lotus-shaped lotus talisman was finally pulled out.
In the real world outside, only a few breaths of time have actually passed.
Lu Ye let out a long sigh.
He had just reluctantly used the third-level talisman technique, which was actually a bit reluctant. However, to his surprise, the Bodhisattva Rescue Sutra was of a high enough level and its power was pure enough, which completely made up for his faulty talisman-making technique.
The talisman extraction went smoothly.
Pan Furong sat dumbly on the back of the donkey. In just a short while, she was sweating profusely and her robe was wet.
Beyond her forehead, a dim red light ball was pulled out by Lu Ye with his bare hands.
Lu Ye turned his head at this moment and noticed Mafu's resentful eyes. He sneered. This man didn't know whether to live or die, so it was just the right time to give him another fate. He slapped his backhand, and the red light hit Ma Fu.
Mafu had turned around at this time. As he was running away, he felt a sudden coldness all over his body and shivered, as if something bad had happened.
However, he checked the sea of qi and the sea of consciousness, and the mana spirit body didn't feel anything was wrong. He cursed in his heart and ran away quickly.
Pan Furong wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Lu Ye.
“Husband...jun,” she was really not used to being called husband by a strange donkey face, “What did you just do?”
Lu Ye wiped his face with his bare hands, took off the human skin mask, and regained his original appearance.
"It's nothing, it's just to pull out what the Three Black Masters planted in you."
He briefly told the inside story of the Three Black Masters' practice of the Nine-Skeleton Rikishi Technique. All the disciples are actually the old nun’s elixir of life.
Pan Furong gritted her teeth after hearing this.
“I knew this old witch had no good intentions!”
"If there is a chance in the future, I must seek justice from her on behalf of the sisters who died in vain."
At this time, her spiritual body had just been removed from the Buddha Lotus Talisman, and she was already quite sleepy, and her eyelids were so sleepy. Not open.
Lu Ye held Pan Furong in his arms, and the woman lay down obediently.
"Okay, it's important to escape now."
"Miss, sit down and take a nap in your husband's arms."
"Let's go!"
He knocked the donkey's buttocks, and four more legs sprouted from under the donkey's big belly.
The eight legs flew forward, and the speed increased sharply, catching up with the speed of ordinary foundation-building mid-level monks.
Sure enough, as Master Mo said, the various functions of refining this donkey are the most powerful.
The bright light shield was propped up to block the cold wind outside.
Pan Furong tried her best to open her eyelids, but felt sleepy coming over her.
"Husband... I have a lot to say to you..."
Lu Ye responded gently.
“Let’s talk slowly when you wake up.”
“Well...”
The two of them rode donkeys, and once they rode Juechen, they turned into afterimages and fled south.
The cold wind howled and quickly erased the traces left by the donkey.
High in the sky, there are dense white clouds.
The Three Black Masters had nine skulls hanging on their heads and a smile on their faces as they chased towards the last disciple, Zhenmei, Pan Furong.
Although she carries a stench, it does not affect her beautiful mood.
A century of planning will finally come true today.
She thought about it in advance, and when she caught Zhenmei, she let the Ninth Zhenlan Skull absorb the woman's essence, blood, and magic ghost, and spent a few days to warm it up.
At this time, Shuangcheng himself had already arrived at his old mistress, the Black Tiger Demon King.
The demon king likes to eat raw food. He has no interest in it and is ugly. But he was a golden elixir demon a hundred years ago, otherwise he would not have taken a fancy to it.
With it sitting in the Black Tiger Cave to protect him, he would fight against the calamity there and achieve the golden elixir.
From now on, he will be the second ancestor of the Tianlun Sect, and his title will also be changed to Hui.
The old immortal Huiding Ancestor is already in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. He is so powerful that he cannot compete with the other party. Besides, he practices the Nine-Skeleton Warrior Technique, but the other party turns a blind eye and allows him to become a disciple. convenient.
So it’s not easy to fall out with him.
But if you achieve the golden elixir yourself, you can gain more benefits for the family.
In addition, after achieving the Golden Elixir, it’s time to cleanse yourself of this bad reputation, and then really recruit a few successors from the Teng family of your own family.
After all, if you still have more than two hundred years to live, you can't even have a foundation-building disciple under your sect, right?
Well, the families behind the foundation-building disciples who died before, including Zhenlan, were also part of the Tianlun Sect.
This time, I will train a few foundation-building disciples and compensate them.
Master Sanhei’s thoughts were racing.
With all the past events, only cultivation is true. Two hundred years later, she will be the famous Ancestor Hui Zi. Who still remembers the past of her Sanhei Master?
She had a good idea and looked into the distance with a hum.
The secret method has clearly sensed the Buddha Lotus Talisman belonging to Zhenmei, and she is escaping southward in a hurry, and her speed is not slow.
It means that the distance between the two sides is very close, only more than ten miles, this range is enough for her to activate the secret harvest.
So Master Sanhei carelessly pinched a spell and recited it.
“Explosion!”
Zhenmei, a spare tire, changed from the original fragrant steamed buns to overnight hard pancakes when Zhenlan became the ninth skeleton. It could fill the stomach, but it was difficult for the teeth to digest.
Master Sanhei didn't even bother to run an extra stick of incense, and came to Zhenmei's eyes, watching the opponent die in despair.
Cat and mouse have been playing for a hundred years, and too many of her disciples have died under her hands, which is really boring.
She was not interested in watching the despair and curses of a resentful woman who could not find a husband before she died.
After a while.
A ball of light red light roared from a distance and headed towards the Three Black Masters.
The red light was bound by the talisman and came very quickly.
Master Sanhei opened his arms, puffed out his chest, and watched him running towards him with a smile on his lips.
Look at this delightful bloody red light.
Look at this amazing talisman pattern.
Look at this amazing method.
Look at the skinny, frightened man’s face wrapped in this talisman...
Hey...what’s wrong?
Buddha...where did this man come from?
That frightened facial features and thin bamboo figure, Master Sanhei remembered, that was an ordinary monk named Ma Fu among the casual cultivators.
Bastard, how could it be him who was captured by the Buddha Lotus Technique?
Zhenmei Pan Furong, is that a pure woman who can no longer be true?
Master Sanhei had a look of horror on his face, and his whole body went from extremely happy to extremely frightened, as if he suddenly lost his footing and fell before ascending to the sky.
To know.
Nurture the Nine Skeletons and allow them to be assimilated by the bloodline, and practice the same basic skills from the same source, except for the curse seals. All the disciples in the previous harvests were female disciples and there was no male.
The fundamental reason is that the Nine Skeleton Warriors method is extremely harsh.
If the main mantra practitioner is a woman, then the mantra mantra practitioner must also be a woman, and if the main mantra practitioner is a man, he must be a man.
Bloodline, skill, and gender must all correspond, and none of them can be missing.
This is all so that her skills can be pure and upright when she breaks through.
Now she actually let the essence of a male cultivator of a different species enter her body.
It's like throwing a torch into a pile of dry firewood and not being able to put it out.
It’s just that Master Sanhei has awakened now, and it’s already too late.
She was too lax and careless just now. Who would have thought of summoning such a thing?
Whoosh... the red light has penetrated straight into her spiritual body.
The main and sub-talisman seals pull each other, immediately merge into one, and spread in the sea of consciousness.
"No..."
Master Sanhei roared in horror.
Her spiritual body was originally a warrior with nine skulls, with a green face and a female body. She wore a golden crown on her head, a cassock, a ribbon on her arm, and nine skulls on her neck.
At this time, the spirit body surged, but black spots began to appear everywhere on the blue face, and they quickly spread to all directions.
The nine skulls exploded one by one, which meant that all the energy stored inside was poured out, turning into mana and spiritual nourishment.
In the air sea, the liquid mana whirled and swirled, condensing into a small golden dot, which was the golden elixir seed.
This kind of seed is full and abnormal, but there are also terrible mildew spots on it, as if there is something terrifying inside.
Master Sanhei spurted out a mouthful of blood.
In the end, she failed to harvest the real plums, so she summoned the God of Death and broke the balance of mana in her body.
The long-suppressed advancement is forced to be started in advance.
Rumble.
There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and dark clouds roared from all directions, instantly covering up the clear sky for several miles.
More than that, spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius came like a tide and was forced into her body.
Master Sanhei is really in trouble.
She was forced to attack the golden elixir, and her spirit body was contaminated. The seeds of the golden elixir had mutated, and she was almost certain to die!
"Zhenmei... no..." Master Sanhei roared in shock.
In her memory, the lay name of the stubborn young disciple appeared in her mind.
"Pan... Fur... Rong..." She gritted her teeth, suppressed the changes in her body, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and changed to a secret technique to sense the woman's direction again.
She didn't just use one tracking method on her disciples.
Relocating Pan Furong's position, Master Sanhei struck a thunderbolt on his head and rushed straight towards a hill a few miles away.
"Pan Furong... Let's die together!"
(End of this chapter)