The Ancestor of Body Repair

After reading this exercise, the group of sword cultivators, especially when they saw the words "Ancestor of Body Cultivation" at the end, were all excited except for the initial shock.

"The ancestor of body repair..."

"Our human race actually has seniors who have transformed into fleshly bodies!"

"Ancestor Lu created the human race body training method?"

"Is this Senior Lu the one who killed the old monster of the Star Soul Clan?"

"It must be, the timing of our Soul Binding Technique being cracked is so precise, it must be our ancestor Lu who did it."

"The human body is the weakest among the races. I didn't expect that it could be changed through cultivation."

"Ancestor Lu is a senior who can refine the virtual body, and he can cultivate to the realm of virtual refining!"

"I just said, the seniors of the human race are extremely intelligent, how can they not leave behind!"

"Ancestor Lu's name is the ancestor of physical cultivation, which means that our human race still has a hidden line of physical cultivation!"

"The Star Soul Clan did not destroy our Human Clan!"

"This Vajra Art was given to us by the ancestors of Lu, and we must practice it hard!"

"Hey, why did that practice disappear?"

"Only the short formula I can remember, but the details in the exercises are gone..."

"This……"

"You try to sink your soul into your internal organs, and the details of the exercises are back!"

These sword cultivators all showed expressions of amazement. Only the spiritual pattern that sinks the soul into the depths of the internal organs can sense the details of the cultivation, otherwise the soul will only remember those unknown formulas.

It seems that the content of this exercise cannot be remembered with the soul, but can only be sensed through the blood.

This bizarre method of spreading the practice surprised them greatly.

However, several wise sword cultivators immediately came to their senses. The exercises were engraved in their blood, and their souls couldn't remember them, which meant that when others searched their souls, they couldn't find the specific exercises.

Unless the enemy has a way to dig out the text of the exercises hidden in the depths of the blood.

"How could there be such a miraculous technique of transmission?"

"It seems to be similar to the bloodline memory of some spiritual world races."

"Ancestor Lu's methods are truly amazing!"

At this moment, Chen Yang suddenly felt something, looked up in the direction of the center of the kingdom of God, and several figures were flying fast here. Far beyond the fluctuations of the Nascent Soul period.

"This seems to be the breath of true essence..."

"Our human race is the same!"

While thinking about it, those auras have approached the mountaintop platform of Jianzong. All the sword cultivators looked up at those auras. There were several kinds of will and real energy inside, and they seemed to be unaware of the pressure inside. , just feel extremely kind.

A golden light fell first, and the light dissipated. A chubby bald old man stood in front of the sword cultivators. He was wearing a golden-red cassock, holding a Buddha bead, and his face showed kindness.

"Is it a Buddhist senior?"

Feeling the familiar meaning of kindness, these sword cultivators were stunned at first, and then they were pleasantly surprised. In their perception, all Buddhist disciples had passed away, but they did not expect that there would still be Buddhist spirits.

"It's good, it's good, the old man's law is called wisdom."

"Fellow Daoists...suffered..."

Zhiyuan put his hands together, looking at these fellow human beings with tears in their eyes, combined with everything Lu Kun told him, he couldn't help showing a bit of sadness, even if he was a spiritual practitioner, he still faced the more than 300 sword cultivators in front of him. Bend slightly.

"Fellow Daoists, you have suffered..."

Several voices of admiration followed Zhiyuan's voice, Shi Yin'er, Liu Jinyuan, and Pan Yan all clasped their fists and saluted.

"Several seniors..."

"Woooo..."

Many sword cultivators couldn't contain their emotions. In the past few years, life in the Void Refining Kingdom was like a purgatory. At this time, they were freed from the Soul Binding Technique. They saw the enemy of Void Refinement fall, and saw their fellow human beings, and couldn't help crying.

"Jianzong Chenyang, I have seen all the seniors, and the juniors want to confirm whether the Refinement of the Star Soul Clan was passed down by Old Ancestor Lu..." Chenyang took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Shi Yin'er on the side seemed to notice something, her eyes blinked, and a trace of white light flashed from her eyebrows, spreading in all directions along her body, and quickly scattered all the sword cultivators' bodies.

These cultivators immediately felt their exhausted souls, and seemed to have received some kind of nourishment, because they seemed to have recovered a lot from the trauma of the soul-binding technique.

However, Chen Yang felt that his fluctuating will was suddenly stabilized a lot.

Liu Jinyuan nodded lightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, don't worry, that old monster has already been killed by Lu... Patriarch, although the star soul outside is not a cause for concern, but they may inform other Lianxu to come over, I want to do it as soon as possible. Evacuate."

"Sure enough, Old Ancestor Lu saved us!"

"That's great, there are still experts in our human race!"

"Senior, dare to ask Old Ancestor Lu now?"

Zhiyuan said slowly: "Lu Laozu has already arranged his way back. He should be in the Jianzong Valley at this time and take the Sword Sect Holy Land away from here."

"By the way, I have to trouble fellow Taoist Chen to take us to the gathering place of mortals in the kingdom of God. We must save every human family."

"Sword Tomb!"

Chen Yang was refreshed at first, but then he said with a bit of embarrassment: "But senior, if there is a pursuit of the Star Soul Clan, wouldn't it harm them to lead mortals..."

At this time, aura flashed in Liu Jinyuan's hand, and a long purple-black flag appeared, with complex and mysterious runes depicted on it, and a deep treasure light shone on it.

"This black magic flag has a powerful space magical power, and tens of thousands of people can temporarily store it in it. I stayed in this space treasure before, otherwise, the aftermath of the battle of refining virtual, I am afraid that we will die."

Chen Yang suddenly realized, and then his spirit lifted up: "Senior, our Sword Sect disciples don't have anything superfluous, only a sword of life, which can be left at any time."

"Okay! You don't need to use mana to resist, Liu will cast the spell!"

Afterwards, Liu Jinyuan and Zhiyuan started the magic trick at the same time. The black magic flag turned into a streamer, suspended in the sky, and then a blue brilliance spilled out from it. Except Chen Yang, the rest of the sword cultivators poured into it and disappeared. in situ.

At this time, Pan Yan suddenly stretched out his palm, an invisible force surged, the dry star beast on the ground shook, and a shrunken elliptical sphere flew out of its abdomen.

Then the huge muscles in Pan Yan's chest were torn open, as if a large mouth swallowed the elliptical sphere in, and then with a wave of one hand, the corpse of the star beast disappeared.

Chen Yang stared blankly at this scene.

Zhiyuan smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to be alarmed, Daoyou Chen, Daoyou Pan is a disciple of Patriarch Lu, a human body cultivator at the level of a god, with unique physical abilities."

Chen Yang came back to his senses now, looked at this sturdy giant, and said respectfully, "It turned out to be Old Ancestor Lu's disciple, the junior is disrespectful."

"Seniors, please come with me. The remaining mortals here are about 7,000 people, all of them from the One Yuan Sect and Sword Sect Daoists."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, Old Ancestor Lu didn't tell me about the situation in detail. I don't know about fellow Daoists from the One Yuan Sect..."

"A fellow of the One Yuan Sect..."

Chen Yang's expression was stagnant, and he said in silence: "After the predecessors of Lingwang and Buddha died, they all blew their souls and died..."

"Goodness, goodness..."

Abbot Zhiyuan suddenly chanted the Buddha's name, and Liu Jinyuan and others seemed to understand something, and their eyes flashed with deep respect.

After a while, Chen Yang and the rest of the group shot off in one direction, leaving behind the empty Jianzong station.

...

Somewhere in the kingdom of God, a little golden monkey sat on a black wild boar and flew in a mountain range. The little monkey's ears shone with golden luster, as if listening to something.

The black pig's eyes flashed with horror, as if something terrible happened to it, but its body did not tremble with fear, and flexibly carried the little monkey to fly in the mountains.

After a while, a monkey and a pig came to the top of the mountain. At this time, the little monkey smiled and left the wild boar. The fear in the wild boar's eyes was even stronger, and he ran to the cave uncontrollably.

"Roar……"

There was a roar that seemed to have just woken up, followed by the sound of chewing resounding in this pitch-black hole, and a figure with a sheep's head and a cow's body could be vaguely seen, nibbling on a black pig.

...

On the other side, Lu Kun was suspended over an upper valley, and the invisible force field rolled around him. Countless boulders with mottled long swords rose up in the valley and shot towards the center of the valley.

Huang Xiaoyun stood in the center, holding up his sword fingers with both hands. Clouds of dark golden blood mist poured out from his fingers. After the blood mist hit the flying boulder, it turned into a layer of bone exuding some kind of sharp will. , wrap them in groups.

Then these boulders disappeared and were taken into the rib space by Huang Xiaoyun. Soon, there was an empty bottom in this valley, and all those kendo wills disappeared.

Huang Xiaoyun flew up, looked at Lu Kun with a heavy face, and couldn't help asking: "Master, will you pretend to be a cultivator next, will this..."

Lu Kun is looking up at the direction of the gathering place of the star soul clan outside the ban. There is no star soul clan flying outside, and it seems that all of them are hiding in the cave.

Hearing Huang Xiaoyun's words, he said silently, "I got the news from the Star Soul Clan, all of the Human Clan's Refinements have fallen."

"The beliefs in the hearts of these sword cultivators have long since been exhausted during the torment in the past few years, and they are completely supported by the will to seek death."

"Now they need a new hope to support, after all, our next days are still difficult..."

Thinking of what Lu Kun told them, Huang Xiaoyun couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Xiaojin found the Xingyuan beast, let's go too..."

While speaking, a twisting force field swayed around the two of them, rushing towards one direction of the kingdom of God...