Natural fairy species

"I decided to sink into the ancient coffin tomorrow and transform myself into a real demon body of white bones..."

The White Bone Master slowly stood up and took two steps towards the coffin. There was a crisp sound of bones colliding all over his body.

"Brother, why is this happening?"

The ghost mother-in-law shook her hands like chicken claws, as if she had heard something extremely terrifying.

The founder of the Ghost Spirit Sect was a poor scholar who failed in scientific research and wandered around the mountains and forests. He accidentally opened this ancient coffin, inherited the magic power and established the sect.

In the beginning, the Ghost Spirit Sect was just a small and unknown foundation-building sect. It was not until a thousand years later that a disciple who had completed the foundation-building process discovered that the underworld soil peeled off the lid of the ancient coffin, revealing a strange skill. He practiced it while lying in the coffin and successfully formed elixirs.

Since then, Ghost Spirit Sect has embarked on a path of rapid development.

As long as the ancient coffin is reserved for the use of the most outstanding disciples, it can be guaranteed that a real person will appear in every generation.

But soon, the Ghost Spirit Sect monks discovered the strangeness of the coffin.

Any monk who forges elixirs through the ancient coffin will have his consciousness become rigid for at least a hundred years, and the whole person will be like a walking corpse without consciousness.

When Shouyuan finished his journey and was about to sit down, he would return to the coffin on his own, let out a shrill scream, remove his bones one by one and throw them into the ancient coffin.

Until that moment, the monk could regain his consciousness for a moment and let out a roar full of hatred and unwillingness.

Immediately, all the souls were absorbed into the ancient coffin and ceased to exist.

This weird situation made the Ghost Spirit Sect monks stay away from the coffin.

The realm of forming pills is good, but it can only buy you a hundred years of happiness, and then you will become an uncontrollable walking corpse. After death, your bones and even your soul will have to be returned to the ancient coffin.

Those who are qualified to enter the ancient coffin are monks who have completed the foundation building and are promising to form elixirs. Basically no one takes this path unless they have to.

Later generations of ghost spirit sects used ancient coffins in a different way. They only practiced the magic skills engraved on them instead of lying directly into them.

After generations, they have actually developed a new method to extract the dark energy from the ancient coffin and increase the probability of forming a pill.

Although it is not as exaggerated as to directly lie down to form a 100% pill, it can basically increase the certainty by 20%, and it can achieve twice the effect of Qingling Chalcedony.

However, the ancient coffin's dark energy is only effective for monks who have practiced a few specific demon skills of the Ghost Spirit Sect. It is not only useless but also harmful to use another person.

Precisely because of the wisp of dark energy drawn out every thirty years, it is much easier for the Ghost Spirit Sect's Pill Formation Master to appear than other sects.

"A hundred years ago, not making up my mind to destroy the Qingfeng Sect before Ge Cang grew up was the worst decision I made... To this day, even if one or two more disciples of this sect form pills, it will be difficult to save the situation. Only Take a risk."

The yin fire in the eyes of Master Baigu sank, and there was no joy or anger in the voice squeezed out of the bones.

After thousands of years of research, the Ghost Spirit Sect has a much deeper understanding of the ancient coffin and has made some guesses about its origin. It is very likely that it is the rumored underworld coffin.

These underworld coffins often appeared in ancient and medieval times, where they buried former great figures and banished immortals from the upper world.

After causing an uproar in the world of immortality, he quickly disappeared.

A monk who has perfected the Foundation Establishment can directly advance to the realm of elixir formation with the help of the underworld coffin, while the master of elixir formation has a high chance of directly sublimating the magic power he has cultivated through the underworld energy in the coffin.

For example, the White Bone True Demon can transform himself into the White Bone True Demonic Body, advance to the late stage of elixir formation or even achieve complete elixir formation, possessing all kinds of incredible magical powers.

The price to pay is also to stay awake for at least a hundred years.

After that, he will become a living dead, confused and confused, until his life span is exhausted, his body and soul will return to the ancient coffin.

But when it comes to the changes in the ancient coffin of the real person Jie Dan, there are still more speculations, and there are no successful cases yet.

They have all become ancestors of the sect who have lived for five hundred years and have a high status. Who is willing to go into danger personally?

In the entire history of the Ghost Spirit Sect, only one Master Jiedan climbed into the ancient coffin, and the remaining one, Shouyuan, soon wanted to win.

As a result, not long after he lay in the ancient coffin, he kept crying and wailing, shouting at the top of his lungs to ask his fellow disciples to kill him.

It lasted for a full one hundred and eighty-one days. The sound stopped and the ancient coffin was opened again. There were no corpses inside, only a handful of fresh hell soil was found.

It can cause a real person to lose his self-control and suffer so much pain that he may even want to end his life. The horror hidden in the ancient coffin is chilling.

Over time, it has become a taboo in the ghost spirit sect to enter the ancient coffin of Zhenren Jiedan.

Master Bai Gu made this decision to risk his own life and survive, and he must have considered it for a long time.

He Daoren's personal injury only prompted him to make up his mind.

"I have made up my mind. I will open the ancient coffin in three days... I will seal off the underground palace and bring the piece of Yin Jade with me. It should help me keep the spiritual platform awake during the impact of the underworld energy."

As a demon cultivator with many years of experience, Master Bai Gu is decisive in killing and ruthless. He is cruel to others as well as himself.

Now that you have made a decision, there will be no wavering.

"You guys go down. During my retreat, I will restrict the activities of my disciples and guard the mountain gate formation...I have made an agreement with Fairy Lianyu. The Hehuan Sect will send people to the Hejian County branch. You can go back and take care of the medium-sized building." The spirit stone veins will be handed over to Hehuanmen."

Granny Ghost and Fairy Peach Blossom responded and exited the underground palace.

Three days later, the two of them sent Master Bai Gu into the ancient coffin. They watched the heavy coffin lid click shut, feeling heavy in their hearts.

"Senior sister, do you think senior brother can succeed?"

The Peach Blossom Fairy's eyes were gleaming, her eyes were naturally charming, and there was a sense of pity beneath her sighs.

"It's difficult to ask God's will... Now that senior brother has made a decision, I think he is somewhat sure of it."

The ghost granny looked gloomy, and when she came out of the underground palace, a black light circled and fell into the hands of the Peach Blossom Fairy.

The Peach Blossom Fairy plucked the black light, forming a ghost crow that sat on her arm and croaked.

"What!"

When the peach blossom fairy heard this bird song, her beauty turned pale.

"Senior Brother He didn't die in Ge Cang's hands, but was killed by the sword of the new alchemy monk named Bai Zichen..."

"How is that possible! How long has Bai Zichen been able to form a pill? Even Ge Cang will need decades to turn his talent into combat power... We all know the strength of Senior Brother He. He is not weak among the monks in the middle stage of the pill form."

Grandma Gui immediately thought it was false information. It was possible that the news released by Qingfeng Sect deliberately destroyed the confidence of Ghost Spirit Sect and created a new image of a peerless genius.

"It's true. It happened to be a crucial day in the Qingfeng Sect's land reclamation war. Bai Zichen killed Senior Brother He with one sword in front of thousands of people. Several sources have confirmed this..."

Peach Blossom Fairy's voice trembled. She vaguely remembered meeting this Bai Zichen, and then she encountered such a evil star.

In the Qingniu Valley that day, there were thousands of Qingfeng sect disciples, as well as a larger number of family monks and casual cultivators. Even if they were deliberately concealed, they could not hide for long.

What's more, it was too late for Qingfeng Sect to publicize it, so how could it prevent the news from spreading.

It is very easy for the Ghost Spirit Sect to find out the information. Just find a few casual cultivators who participated in the land reclamation war to restore the situation that day.

They all got the same answer from several casual cultivators. At most, they differed on the details of how many times Bai Zichen killed Taoist He with his sword.

"It has been spread throughout the Black Mountains that Bai Zichen is praised by the Yuanying Lord of the Tianhe Sword Sect as a peerless genius who only emerges every ten thousand years. A fourth-level flying sword takes the initiative to recognize its master... His strength cannot be regarded by ordinary pill-forming monks." , it is really possible to kill Senior Brother He with one sword."

Fairy Peach Blossom doesn't even have a third-level flying sword in her hand, so she can only speculate on the power of the fourth-level flying sword.

But she had seen the power of a low-grade spiritual treasure in the hands of the Blood God, which was earth-shattering and unstoppable.

The fourth-level flying sword is equivalent to the best spiritual treasure. It may have incredible power, allowing a monk who has just formed a pill to be comparable to a strong man in the late stage of pill formation.

"Fortunately, Senior Brother Bai Gu has gone into seclusion, otherwise I would be really afraid that he would be restless and the success rate of transformation would be even lower..."

The ghost mother-in-law hunched over and walked towards her cave, her back full of twilight energy.

The Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts and the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Heifeng Zhenren pushed back several foundation-building monks, rushed through the corridor with a file in his hand, and performed dozens of complicated moves while a jade pendant on his waist emitted a spiritual light.

A vortex appeared in mid-air, and he rushed into it in a flash, and the vortex immediately closed without leaving a trace.

This place is damp and dark, with stalactites standing everywhere, and the sound of ticking water echoing.

Master Heifeng did not fly in the air. No matter how anxious he was, he just walked quickly, carefully avoiding every stalactite.

This is one of the most important opportunities for the rise of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect, the secret realm of elixir-forming spiritual objects.

After the senior monk discovered that this secret realm had been inherited, he reset the entrance to the secret realm at the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace.

As the most important place of Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, only a few Dan-Jie Dao people have access to it.

Even the two junior brothers who had just formed the elixir had not yet opened their permissions to them.

"With the addition of the Ten Thousand Years Sky Ming Stone and the fourth-level breath soil, the secret realm is indeed much more consolidated than before..."

Several miles later, the destination of this trip finally appeared in the eyes of Master Heifeng.

Fang Tiansheng, who was missing an arm and a leg, was soaked in a pool of spiritual liquid to keep his physical body intact and prevent further decay.

Next to him was a green young man with a graceful demeanor, who was healing his wounds. On his shoulder was a bird with a small head and a protruding chest, minding its own business preening its feathers.

This bird is very special. From time to time it disappears and disappears into the sky.

After a moment, it reappeared on the young man's shoulder.

You can't feel a trace of demon power fluctuation, it's like it's instinct, activated naturally.

Master Heifeng did not dare to disturb the two of them. He waited for a stick of incense and the miserable green boy took his hand away from Fang Tiansheng. White smoke rose up before taking a step forward.

Fang Tiansheng's injury was special, otherwise with the powerful vitality he borrowed from his natal spiritual beast, he would have been able to regenerate his limbs and make flesh from his bones.

How could it be like today, when he had to find a fourth-level short-limb rebirth elixir to recover? He had to soak in spiritual liquid and get help from his fellow disciples to keep his physical body from deteriorating.

"Heifeng, what are you doing here?"

The pale green young man's gaze made Master Heifeng shrink slightly and said: "Senior Brother Feng, let me see the injury of Senior Brother Fang... By the way, I will report the news that Daoist He from the Ghost Spirit Sect was killed with a sword, and his soul was destroyed. !”