Fairy Tree

The old man was suddenly startled, his eyes suddenly turned white, and then a white light exploded from the old man's body.

Xiao Hei was hiding in the void and could not resist it. The void where it was located shook violently and was peeled off directly. Xiao Hei followed the stripped piece of void and flew hundreds of feet away, fiercely The ground hit a boulder.

The boulder instantly fell into pieces and shattered. Xiao Hei stood up unsteadily, with a stream of bright red blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

The mysterious old man suddenly sat up, his snow-white eyes restored. He saw Xiao Lin in the distance at a glance, and immediately showed a frightened expression, but at this time his consciousness was blurred.

The huge power of Meng Qianqian's medicine hit him. The old man rolled his eyes and lay down again.

The sudden change shocked Xiao Lin. If this mysterious old man was really the missing Mahayana monk in the human race, as he estimated, if he offended him, even if he was seriously injured, he would There is no way he can be his opponent.

Just when Xiao Lin saw the old man looking at him, his heart was in his throat, and he was about to turn around and run away, but the mysterious old man suddenly turned over and fell down.

Xiao Lin immediately thought that this was the effect of Meng Qianqian's medicine. Seeing that Meng Qianqian was effective, Xiao Lin felt relieved.

"Boss, this old man is so powerful that he almost killed Xiao Hei." A black light flashed beside Xiao Lin, and Xiao Hei's figure emerged, and his voice also sounded in Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Xiao Hei, are you okay?" Xiao Lin gently stroked Xiao Hei's head and asked with concern.

"It's okay, this old man's spiritual consciousness is too powerful. The power of his spiritual consciousness should have suddenly exploded just now, and it actually directly shook the void around Xiao Hei. Fortunately, it was a hasty instinct and never really targeted Xiao Hei. This allowed Xiao Hei to save a life, and when he first burst out the power of his spiritual consciousness, it was a bit strange that the magic power in his body was not activated, otherwise the magic would follow the gods. In a moment, Xiao Hei would definitely not Probably only slightly injured."

When Xiao Lin heard this, his heart moved. When Fayan described the mysterious old man, he had said several times that no mana could be sensed from his body. Now Xiao Hei said the same. Could it be that this mysterious old man really has no mana? Is it lost?

"Boss, I'm going back to recover from my injuries. I'll throw in more high-grade spiritual stones when I get back." A black light flashed, and Xiao Hei had already entered the beast ring.

Xiao Lin walked slowly towards the old man and soon came to him. After thinking for a while, Xiao Lin gently lifted the messy hair from the old man's face.

Only then did Xiao Lin see his appearance clearly, and Xiao Lin showed a surprised expression on his face. It turned out that to him, this old man had gray hair, a stooped appearance, and his dirty hair almost covered his entire face.

At this moment, when he lifted his hair, Xiao Lin realized that this person's face looked about forty years old, with regular features and no wrinkles. It was only the gray and white hair that gave people the illusion that he was very old.

"Senior, forgive me. With Xiao Lin's current level, he can't get close to senior, so he has to make this last resort. Xiao Lin doesn't know the origin of senior's name, so for the time being, he will call senior by nameless, right?"

Xiao Lin first bowed to him, then slowly came to the old man, put his hand on his wrist, input mana, closed his eyes and sensed it carefully.

After a cup of tea, Xiao Lin suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and a bit of anger. After thinking for a while, he immediately waved his sleeves and robes, and a large dark green aura swept out, Then a dark green rainbow rose into the sky and headed into the distance.

The unknown monk on the rock also disappeared without a trace.

...

Ancient cave on a desert island.

There was a pile of flames burning in the center of the cave, and the side close to the rock was covered with withered grass. On top of the withered grass was sleeping a man in a green robe, who was the unknown monk.

Xiao Lin was beside him, looking at the unknown monk in trance.

Xiao Lin did not return to the Xinghai Fairy City. If the person in front of him was really the missing Mahayana monk from the human race, it would be of great importance. If someone from the demon race found out about it, the situation might develop to a point where he could not handle it.

That's why Xiao Lin took him to this ancient cave on a deserted island as a temporary resting place.

Xiao Lin first cleaned up his dirty body and changed his clothes. Now it seems that he is just a middle-aged scribe in his forties. Not only has his gray and white hair not brought him any The slightest hint of old-fashionedness gives it a different kind of mature charm.

"The sea of ​​​​qi is completely gone. Could it be that this happened after he blew up the sea of ​​​​qi? But if a monk in the Mahayana stage self-destructed the sea of ​​​​qi, it may directly cause tens of thousands of miles to be razed to the ground. How could he remain unscathed? ?" Xiao Lin looked at the unknown monk and murmured to himself.

It turned out that after he checked again that day, he found that his Dantian was completely empty, and there was no Qihai Dantian at all.

The sea of ​​​​qi is the source of power for immortal cultivators. It is where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is stored. Losing the sea of ​​​​qi dantian is equivalent to being useless. This makes Xiao Lin very angry. He wonders who is so despicable that he broke his sea of ​​​​qi. .

But after he came here, he felt that it was impossible. The unknown monk's sea of ​​​​qi did not seem to have been broken. After all, after it was broken, the sea of ​​​​qi was still there, but it was shattered and his magic power could not be gathered. And he The sea of ​​​​qi does not exist at all.

It is very similar to the legendary self-explosion of the sea of ​​​​qi, where the entire sea of ​​​​qi is annihilated and disappears. However, in this case, the physical body cannot withstand the power at all, and will instantly turn into nothingness like the sea of ​​​​qi.

So after thinking about it, Xiao Lin also ruled out the reason why the sea of ​​​​Qi exploded.

Xiao Lin looked at his peaceful face, but he was puzzled. When Xiao Lin heard Fayan talking about this person, he judged that he might have been seriously injured, but now it seems that it is much more serious than the serious injury. .

There is no energy in the sea, and even with Xiao Lin's ability, it cannot be solved.

Xiao Lin came to the pile of withered grass and slowly helped the unknown monk to sit cross-legged. Then he gently touched his eyebrow with a finger, and the power of his spiritual consciousness slowly penetrated through his fingertips and entered his sea of ​​consciousness. .

"Buzz~~"

Before the power of Xiao Lin's spiritual consciousness entered, he felt a soft and huge force pushing him away.

Xiao Lin's body trembled and he suddenly opened his eyes, with a horrified expression in his eyes.

"Such a powerful power of spiritual consciousness." Xiao Lin exclaimed. He had practiced the Heaven-Mending Sutra, and his spiritual power far exceeded that of monks of the same level. However, in front of this person, he was like a three-year-old baby facing an immortal cultivator. The gap is so big that Xiao Lin can't even imagine it.

When he thought that the person in front of him was most likely a Mahayana cultivator, he felt relieved again.

In the Mahayana stage, it is the most pinnacle existence in the spiritual world. It is not only the mainstay of a group of people, but also the existence that ordinary people dare not provoke.

Faced with such an existence, only the legendary Immortal Spirit Master who has perfected the power of rules can suppress it. In fact, really speaking, the Immortal Spirit Master and the two saint ancestors of ghosts and demons are the most powerful in the spiritual world. The strongest.

This kind of existence can already tear apart the void and ascend into the realms of immortals and demons, because they have already cultivated the power of their own rules to perfection, and have also initially condensed the bodies of immortals and demons. After ascension, they only need to absorb the true immortals, When the true demon's energy enters the body, it can create a real immortal demon body.

This is the realm that countless immortals and demon cultivators dream of.

However, because the power of rules also has advantages and disadvantages, just like the spiritual insects such as the soul-devouring fire Gu raised by Xiao Lin, they also have rankings and are divided into high and low.

In theory, after the immortal cultivator and the demon cultivator have cultivated the power of rules to perfection, and the same two strongest people fight, the one who cultivates the power of rules will have an advantage.

Of course, this is under the condition that the other magical powers, secrets, and magic weapons of both sides are almost the same. If the difference in magical powers is too large, there will also be situations where the power of rules relies on the latter, and the power of defeating the rules relies on the former.

In Xiao Lin's opinion, there should be no doubt that the unknown monk in front of him was a Mahayana monk. After all, he had never felt such a powerful power of spiritual consciousness.

But he has no way of verifying whether he has perfected the power of rules. Only monks in the Mahayana period can sense this.

If a Mahayana monk is the Dinghai Shenzhen of a race, then a Mahayana monk who has perfected the power of rules is the pillar of the race. As long as a race has a Mahayana monk who has perfected the power of rules, Then it will inevitably become a big race, or even a super race.

There are only three rumors of the number of Mahayana monks among the Spirit Clan in the Northern Territory, which is only one more than the Tianmu Clan. Logically speaking, the Celestial Eye Clan cannot become its affiliated race no matter what, but among the Spirit Clan Among the three Mahayana monks, there is one Spiritual Ancestor. This is the reason why the Spiritual Ancestor can occupy a territory and compete with the Bone Clan.

As for the Bone Clan, as far as Xiao Lin knows, there is no Spiritual Lord, but there are five Mahayana monks in the clan. This allows them to compete with the Spirit Clan and avoid being exterminated.

Of course, among the Immortal Spirit Masters, there are high and low levels of strength. The most important thing is to see the ranking of the power of the rules they cultivate.

Under normal circumstances, if a spiritual master practices one of the ten rules of the world of immortality, then the race he leads will inevitably become a powerful race.

Xiao Lin was originally full of hope for the person in front of him, and even hoped that he could regain consciousness and return to his peak. In this way, the situation of the human race in the Beitian Broken Realm would be fundamentally improved, and at least the multi-armed race would have a few more people. Be cautious enough not to be overbearing.

Unfortunately, after checking, Xiao Lin was also filled with helplessness. This person's anger disappeared, and judging from some of his previous actions, it was obvious that his consciousness had been severely damaged before he became crazy.

It is absolutely impossible to cure it completely with Xiao Lin's power. Only by restoring consciousness and relying on the abilities of a Mahayana monk, is it possible to figure out a way to reshape the sea of ​​​​Qi.

However, although this unknown senior was confused by the lake and was a little confused, his huge spiritual power would be activated on his own when he was in danger. With Xiao Lin's spiritual power, he wanted to It is simply impossible to break through this layer of defense.

If he couldn't enter his sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Lin wouldn't know what happened to him, and he wouldn't be able to formulate a plan.

Looking at him, Xiao Lin couldn't help but frown, and kept thinking in his mind.

More than half an hour later, Xiao Lin's eyes suddenly lit up, as if something sounded, and then he sunk his consciousness into the star ring to search for it.

After a moment, Xiao Lin's face showed joy: "Found it."

An idea flashed in his hand, and a thin yellowed book appeared in his hand, with "Guimen Sanyuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique" written on the cover.

"That's it." Xiao Lin showed a smile on his face.

He was thinking hard just now, and suddenly thought of Li Sanzhen, whom he once killed. This "Guimen Sanyuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique" was exactly what he relied on for evil.

After Xiao Lin got this secret book of acupuncture from him, he read it, and he was really amazed. This "Guimen Sanyuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique" was extremely mysterious. After Xiao Lin read it, he was also confused. , even he would need a long time to understand it thoroughly and apply it quantitatively.

Xiao Lin had no interest in this kind of medical skills, nor did he think about saving the world, so he put it away after a quick glance and never looked at it again.

Today he suddenly remembered that the "Guimen Sanyuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique" recorded an acupuncture method that could open the longevity gate of the immortal cultivator, thereby seizing the origin of the immortal cultivator and refining the elixir to extend life span.

Xiao Lin naturally disdains such methods that go against the will of Heaven and Taoism, so he has never understood it.

This method of opening the longevity gate requires first pricking the acupuncture points all over the body of the immortal cultivator to drain all the mana and spiritual power of the immortal cultivator, so that the longevity gate can be revealed.

This is what Xiao Lin wants.

Because he suddenly thought that the power of this unknown senior's spiritual consciousness was too powerful. It was impossible to forcefully enter his sea of ​​consciousness with his own spiritual power. If he could use the acupuncture method to remove his spiritual consciousness, Release the power, so that you can enter the sea of ​​consciousness.

He did it as soon as he thought of it. Xiao Lin immediately sat down next to him, opened the "Guimen Three-Yuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique" and began to meditate on it carefully.

In this cave, it was almost impossible to feel the passage of time. He didn't know how long it had been before Xiao Lin closed the book and rubbed his eyes. He counted with his fingers and couldn't help but smile. He studied this formation. , several months passed without realizing it.

He stood up and took out a rectangular sandalwood box from the star ring. When the box was opened, a row of slender silver needles were revealed inside.

This set of silver needles also belonged to Li Sanzhen, so Xiao Lin saved himself the trouble of refining them.

Xiao Lin came to the unknown monk and saw that his face was still peaceful and he was snoring slightly.

Xiao Lin slowly helped him up, crossed his legs and closed his eyes. He seemed to be thinking about how to inject the needle. After a moment, Xiao Lin suddenly opened his eyes and moved his hands like phantoms.

The silver needles in the wooden box seemed to come alive. They shot into Xiao Lin's hand one by one, and then inserted into the unknown monk's acupoints one by one.

Xiao Lin's technique was almost at its peak. Almost in an instant, all the dozens of silver needles had been inserted.

After inserting the last injection, Xiao Lin took a breath and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The method of inserting needles in the "Guimen Three-Yuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique" seems simple, but in fact there are many details to pay attention to, whether it is strength, technique and the distance between them, all have extremely high requirements.

"Buzz~~"

A white halo began to appear on the unknown monk's body, spreading out in circles...