The Ancestor of Body Repair

On this day, on the edge of the Demon Abyss in the depths of the Demon Gate, a tall figure suddenly appeared from head to toe wrapped in a black robe. This black robe was engraved with complex magic patterns, which integrated with the surrounding environment. Only a pair of pale red eyes are exposed.

Although this mysterious man did not exude any aura, the rich magical energy around him unconsciously gathered towards him, as if he had a treasure that attracted magical energy.

The strange movement of the demonic energy seemed to disturb something, and a tyrannical spiritual thought emerged from the abyss, and it soon discovered that the demonic energy was gathering in one place.

After a while, a black-haired old man wearing a robe of the Demon Gate slowly flew out of the abyss. When he saw the figure on the edge of the abyss, he showed an unbelievable look and said sharply:

"Who dares to break into the demon gate!"

While speaking, the old man quickly moved a certain magic in his hands, and the unfathomable force of restraint surged around Mo Yuan, which instantly blocked all the escape routes of the mysterious person.

Then, a dark-golden iron ball covered with spikes flew out of the black-haired old man's body. This watermelon-sized iron ball exuded a terrifyingly sharp aura.

There was a slight fluctuation in the pale red eyes of the mysterious man. He looked at the black-haired old man, and a very jerky hoarse voice came out, which sounded as if he had just spoken:

"I didn't expect that fellow Daoist Yu has already reached the peak of the early Nascent Soul, and is only one step away from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. It seems that the Demon Sect has become stronger and stronger."

When the black-haired old man heard the words, his face changed slightly. He just activated the magic weapon of his life, but his cultivation base was seen at a glance. He was close to the consciousness of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but he could not find the existence of this person, and he could not judge the other party's cultivation base. .

From this, it can be seen that the cultivation of this mysterious person is by no means simple.

And listening to the tone, this person seems to know him, but the black-haired old man searched for the Nascent Soul fellow in his memory, but he didn't have any impression.

The black-haired old man's tone was slightly restrained, and his tone was cold: "Since this fellow Daoist knows him well, why don't he visit with his true face, but secretly sneak into the stronghold of my Devil's Gate, what do you want!"

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came from the bottom of the abyss: "Junior Brother Yu need not panic, this fellow Daoist is a close friend of Senior Brother and has no malice towards this sect."

When the black-haired old man heard this voice, his nervous expression was relieved.

The voice at the bottom of the abyss continued: "Old friend, Shi Mou is receiving his work, so it's inconvenient to welcome him. It's because the junior brother brought you here."

The black-robed figure said hoarsely, "Fellow Daoist Shi is very polite, it is for you."

The black-haired old man took a deep look at the mysterious man, and with the movement of the magic in his hand, the power of restraint near the abyss was hidden in the dark again, as if it had never appeared before.

"Trouble fellow Daoist to follow closely, be careful to touch the prohibition in the Demon Abyss."

After speaking, he took the lead and flew to the bottom of the abyss.

And the black robe outside the mysterious human body lit up with a dark luster, and it was suspended in the air, followed by entering the magic abyss.

As the old man surnamed Yu flew down, he observed the strange monk behind him, and his brows couldn't help frowning. Even if the other party was flying in the sky, he could only sense some magic power, but he couldn't judge the other party's cultivation.

The depth of the demonic abyss is hundreds of meters, and without any restrictions, the speed of any immortal cultivator in the formation stage is only a few dozen breaths of effort.

Soon, the old man surnamed Yu brought the mysterious man to the bottom of the abyss and stopped outside an inconspicuous stone house. At this time, the stone door of the stone house was slowly opening.

"Junior brother, please step back."

The old man surnamed Yu nodded respectfully, and after looking at the mysterious man, he turned into a ray of light and shot up into the sky.

The mysterious man slowly flew towards the stone house under the faint light of the black robe.

...

The area inside the stone house is not large, three or four feet long and wide, and the layout is very simple. There are four stone benches and stone tables in the center, and bookshelves and cabinets are simply dug out from the surrounding stone walls.

Some bottles of jade bottles and scattered jade slips fell on it, which looked a little messy, but in the depths of the room, there was a circular magic circle.

There are dense inscriptions around the circle, and small potholes about the size of a foot fall in the four directions of the circle. A faint white light is emitted from it, and it keeps pouring into the inscriptions of the circle.

As for the center of the array, there was a well-proportioned middle-aged cultivator with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was the contemporary Great Elder of the Demon Sect, Shi Jingtian.

Shi Jingtian slowly walked out of the magic circle. He carefully looked at the mysterious man in front of him and asked curiously, "Brother Qian, why did he dress up like this? If Shi hadn't recognized Brother Qian's spiritual sense, I'm afraid Junior Brother Yu would have started."

"The black robe worn by Brother Qian is a top-level psychic magic weapon with hidden magical powers. Even my divine sense can be blocked. The Blood Refinement Sect is indeed the first sect of Qi Kingdom, and it is full of details."

The mysterious man said hoarsely, "When Qian came to see Brother Shi this time, he must not let the third person know, especially the people from the Blood Refinement Sect, otherwise he would not be able to use this hard-earned robe."

When Shi Jingtian heard the words, he said in a cautious tone: "Brother Qian, as an elder of the Blood Refining Sect and a disciple of Old Demon Pang, he still can't let any Blood Refining Sect know, what is there to discuss with Shi Mou? ?"

This mysterious man is actually Elder Qian, well-known in the Blood Refining Sect.

Elder Qian stared at Shi Jingtian with red eyes, and said with a bit of emotion: "This will be discussed later, Qian must first congratulate Brother Shi for finally successfully entering the late Nascent Soul and becoming the only great cultivator in Wei. "

Shi Jingtian was stunned for a moment, then he laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect Brother Qian to have such a bright eye, but he could see it all at once, and there is no need for Shi to hide."

During the speech, Shi Jingtian's body gushed out a vast and smoke-like magical aura, and the surrounding purple-black magic mist, like stars arching the moon, lingered around him, and the terrifying coercion filled the stone house.

Elder Qian's figure shrouded under the black robe trembled slightly, and then he stood still, seemingly unaffected by this huge momentum, he said slowly:

"Since Brother Shi has entered the late Nascent Soul, he has barely met the requirements. Qian needs Brother Shi to help him to deal with an enemy."

Shi Jingtian raised his brows, and said in a displeased tone, "Brother Qian's tone is a little too big. The power of the late Nascent Soul can already affect the vitality of some heaven and earth, and the strength is far greater than that of the middle Nascent Soul."

"The big cultivator barely met the requirements. Could it be that he couldn't deal with the legendary cultivator in the God Transformation stage?"

Elder Qian said solemnly, "It's Old Demon Pang."

Shi Jingtian's face froze, and he said a little embarrassedly, "Brother Qian, let's be kidding, Old Demon Pang is the great elder of the noble faction, how could Brother Qian deal with him?"

The red light in Elder Qian's eyes flickered, and he quietly looked at Shi Jingtian without speaking.

Shi Jingtian's expression became solemn, and he whispered, "Brother Qian, is what you said true?"

Elder Qian said hoarsely, "Where did Brother Shi's arrogance and ambition go? He was so timid when he heard about dealing with Old Demon Pang."

Shi Jingtian said with a wry smile: "Brother Qian, you should know better than me, Old Demon Pang, he cultivates the blood demon art, and the power of Nascent Soul is extremely profound. I have seen him easily defeat the great elders of Shangqingmen, I am afraid that two great Even if the monks join forces, they are not their opponents."

"Shi has just entered the late Nascent Soul, and Brother Qian is only in the middle of the Nascent Soul, but I don't understand why Pang Laomo is Brother Qian's master, why..."

Elder Qian said coldly: "This old guy accepts me as a disciple, just because I have a special physique and are suitable for the cultivation of blood demons."

"Blood Demon?"

"The Gorefiend is the top secret technique of Gorefiend. With the Gorefiend in my body, Old Demon Pang will not only hold my life, but will also take away my body when Shouyuan is approaching, and continue to breathe. "

"I am nothing more than the life-sustaining thing of his old demon Pang. When his lifespan is approaching, it is the moment of my death."

"However, this old demon didn't expect that after entering the Nascent Soul Stage, the Phantom Demon Child-Mother Art has many strange magical powers, which can convert the blood demon seed between the mother and the child, and the clone can escape the induction of the blood demon seed."

Elder Qian sighed: "Unfortunately, Old Demon Pang is too powerful. According to my speculation, even if there is a secret technique to convert blood demons, it is still unable to resist his capture."

Shi Jingtian's eyes flashed suddenly: "It turns out that, with the age and cultivation of Old Demon Pang, he will definitely try to break through the Spirit Transformation Stage. If the breakthrough fails, Brother Qian will become a life-sustaining elixir."

Then he changed his words: "But to deal with a top cultivator like Pang Laomo, the risk is too great, Shi..."

Elder Qian interrupted: "Brother Shi, don't worry, Qian will never let his friends suffer. After the matter is completed..."

Speaking of this, Elder Qian suddenly moved his lips slightly, and the sound transmission entered the secret.

Shi Jingtian first showed an unbelievable look, and then burst into a look of incomparable desire. He trembled a little and said, "Brother Qian, is what you said true?"

Elder Qian said: "Brother Shi can't remember the terms of the deal between Pang Laomo and you, what he wants most is the refining method of psychic puppets, otherwise he would not take action personally, and he would not be the only survivor of Yueyang Sect. Soul search in the Nascent Soul period."

Shi Jingtian's eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Old Demon Pang wants to use the refining method of psychic puppets to refine that magic treasure!"

Elder Qian nodded and said, "Yes, this treasure of the magic way, although it has a great auxiliary effect on the promotion of magic cultivators to the spiritual stage, it is extremely difficult to refine."

"When Pang Laomo tries to refine this magic treasure, it is the best time for us to take action."

Shi Jingtian's face changed for a while, and he said again: "It seems that Brother Qian has a plan, but is Brother Qian really willing to give up this treasure of magic?"

"For the demon cultivators like me who own the pool of true demons, this magic treasure greatly increases the chance of breaking through the divine transformation period. Don't you need it, Brother Qian?"

"Besides, our strength is limited, and Shi's risk is still very high. If you are a little careless, I am afraid that the entire Demon Sect will be built in it."

Elder Qian did not speak, but raised his sleeve robe and gently pulled the hood back, and the blurry phantom covering his face gradually dissipated.

"What if there are two late Nascent Souls?"

Shi Jingtian's pupils shrank, and he lost his voice: "Brother Qian, you..."