Xian Ao

After hearing this, Yu Zecheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Senior Sister Ruotong had not passed the point of death. She had been burned by five fires and passed away. After hearing this, Yu Zecheng trembled all over, put down his wine glass, and asked:

"Brother Yizhu, where is Senior Sister Ruotong?"

Yizhu said:

"In Xuanyuan Mausoleum, five hundred miles east, the burial place of our Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples..."

Yu Zecheng has already risen into the sky and is flying towards there. Yu Zecheng is flying in the air with his sword. In the air, his heart is confused. There seems to be a trace of luck in his heart. It seems that everything is fake. He always feels that it is impossible. No matter what he said, he didn't believe that the senior sister who was grateful and generous would die like this.

In the distance, a long sword mausoleum towers up into the sky and can be seen from a hundred miles away. Yu Zecheng entered the mausoleum with his sword and saw countless tombs arranged here one by one. Yu Zecheng looked left and right. , I don’t know which one is.

At this time, a hunchbacked old man appeared and said:

"Are you coming to see an old friend? Who are you looking for?"

Yu Zecheng said:

"I'm looking for Senior Sister Ruotong?"

"It's that child Ruotong, come with me, she's here."

After saying that, the old man led the way, and Yu Zecheng followed respectfully behind. He turned around and came to a grave. The figure carved on the sapphire tombstone above was the portrait of Ruotong himself.

The portrait on the tombstone is vivid, and the expression in the eyes is like a real person, as if saying to Yu Zecheng, you are here.

Seeing this tombstone, Yu Zecheng's last bit of luck, hope, and fantasy were all shattered. That gentle elder sister, that Ruotong who told him at the last moment not to forget her, was completely shattered, and heaven and earth were separated. , completely dead, never to be seen again.

In an instant, Yu Zecheng's tears flowed down, uncontrollably and involuntarily. There was no need to say anything, only a thousand lines of tears.

Yu Zecheng stood like this for a full hour, and then he recovered and went to pay homage to Ruotong. At this time, the old man appeared again, handed over a stack of yellow paper, and said:

"Burn some yellow paper. Although it has no meaning, just to commemorate it. Although this child's body was burned by five fires and turned into fly ashes, one or two of his residual souls will remain. Now 80% of them have been included in the six paths of reincarnation of Yin and Yang Dao. In the future, he may be able to We met, but she was no longer her at that time. At this time, Ruotong disappeared forever and will never come back. "

Yu Zecheng took the yellow paper and said:

"Thank you, senior. It turns out that Ruotong still has a residual soul. Well, I must find her and bring her back to my Xuanyuan Sword Sect for training."

The old man said:

"It depends on fate. It depends on the chance of you two. In the vast sea of ​​people, it's difficult, difficult, difficult. It's easier said than done."

The old man turned around and left. Yu Zecheng looked at the tombstone with the burned yellow paper and made an oath in his heart that he would find Ruotong and never let her sink from here on.

The yellow paper was burned one by one, the little memories of the past, the scenes seemed to have happened in the past, everything was so unforgettable.

Yu Zecheng said:

"Sister, I will find you. I will come back to see you in the future. I will never forget you."

After saying that, Yu Zecheng stood up and prepared to leave. He glanced at the tomb in front of him and then at the rows of tombstones in the distance. He must work hard, otherwise one day he would lie here again, waiting. Let others burn paper and incense for you, no, never, absolutely not.

Yu Zecheng turned around and left, walked a few steps, and found six or seven tombstones. It was Zhang Zifan's tombstone. It seemed that Uncle Daohen buried him here. Yu Zecheng walked over, took a look, paid a moment of silence, and turned to leave.

When walking out of Xuanyuan Mausoleum, Yu Zecheng deliberately found the hunchbacked old man, said goodbye and thanked him for his help.

This old man was already tall, but now he is hunched over, with a withered complexion, one eye is blind, and his face is covered with scars, but he can still vaguely tell that he must be a handsome young man.

Yu Zecheng came over to thank him. This person must be a senior of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, otherwise he would not know about Senior Sister Ruotong, but looking at him guarding the tomb here, there must be a sad past that he does not want to mention.

Yu Zecheng left Xuanyuan Mausoleum and returned to his cave with his sword. His desire to cultivate was stronger than before.

Returning to the cave, Yu Zecheng went to the Dark Demon Palace from time to time to check the number of golden elixirs he had purchased. Within ten days, he received a total of seven. On the eleventh day, Yu Zecheng immediately adjusted the price to 250,000 elixirs. stone.

At the same time, Yu Zecheng also posted a purchase mission to purchase the golden elixir in Xuanyuan Sword Sect's internal market. Then there was the silent waiting.

During this period, he sometimes practiced qi, sometimes practiced swords, and sometimes played around to see how his friends were doing.

Yu Zecheng turned around and realized that most of the friends he had made while drinking and discussing swords had already begun their trials of traveling around the world.

My friend who came here together, Cheng Lan, has already reached the fusion state. He traveled all over the world a year ago. The Bone Lun Qi Pattern is still an advanced level of body shaping and he still needs to continue to practice.

Time passed day by day, and Yu Zecheng returned to the Dark Demon Temple ten days later. This was reduced to 250,000 spiritual stones and one golden elixir. In the past ten days, he only received three golden elixirs. Yu Zecheng continued to reduce prices. , this time down to 200,000 spirit stones, whether you can collect the golden elixir depends on chance.

Yu Zecheng returned to the market of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and found that he had received two golden elixirs, but was unable to follow up and could no longer buy them in the market.

After this price reduction, the effect gradually appeared. Sometimes people are like this. The higher the price, the less people sell. The lower the price, the more people sell. In the Dark Demon Temple, Yu Zecheng continued to make money with golden elixirs, but Yu Zecheng Cheng knew that this price was the final protection price and could never be lowered.

After a month and a half like this, Yu Zecheng finally collected enough golden elixirs. He received a total of thirty-two golden elixirs. Including the three he originally had, it was exactly thirty-five. Yu Zecheng immediately stopped purchasing. This was enough. , as for after promotion, it will be at least one year later. Let’s talk about it one year later.

After stopping the acquisition, Yu Zecheng gradually heard a lot of rumors. In the past two months, Jindan masters from various sects were attacked and killed. Gradually, a legend became popular in the world of immortality. There was a demon. The head was born, specializing in killing Jindan Zhenren, killing people to seize pills, and refining magic skills. This demon comes and goes without a trace. Today he kills people in the Miao and Xiang areas, tomorrow he goes to Mobei, and the day after tomorrow he goes to Tiannan. There are even traces of this demon in two different areas in one day.

When the major cultivating sects were preparing to encircle and suppress this demon, Yu Zecheng stopped purchasing golden elixirs, and the legend of this demon disappeared. The legend of this demon who took the elixir has been passed down for a hundred years.

After Yu Zecheng had collected enough golden elixirs, he waited for time to prepare for advancement and improve his cultivation. Just as he was about to leave the Dark Demon Temple, he suddenly received a message from a stranger requesting to speak to him.

Yu Zecheng thought for a while, then answered the other party's call to see what was going on. The two began to contact each other. The other party was neither a skeleton nor a real person dressed in flesh and blood, but in the form of a tiger. It seemed that he must be Jin Dan Zhenren. .

He glanced at Yu Zecheng and said anxiously:

"Do you accept Yuanying?"

As soon as he said this, Yu Zecheng was immediately surprised and said:

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

The man looked around, as if he was afraid that others would hear him, and said in a low voice:

"Do you want to accept Nascent Soul?"

Yu Zecheng said:

"Take it, why don't you accept it, but you have to know the origin. Brother, you are also a Jindan cultivator. What is the origin of this Yuanying? One mistake can be life-threatening. That is Yuanying, not cabbage."

The man said quickly:

"This Yuanying is an enemy that my master captured a thousand years ago. He has reached the state of distraction. This person is very strong. When he was caught, although he could not self-destruct, he destroyed his memory and self-destructed his consciousness. He has been wandering around ever since. He was so stiff that no information could be read from him.

Master has always wanted to find a treasure through it. Until two hundred years ago, he completely gave up the idea and kept it as his own trophy. In the past hundred years, Master's old wounds have recurred, and he gradually cannot remember this. Nascent Soul, so I secretly kept it for my own use.

A few years ago, a senior brother went to look for that treasure again according to his past habits. Although the treasure was not found, he got a good thing. He was going to use it to attack the realm of Yuanying, and he needed to refine other Yuanyings for assistance. Master suddenly remembered this Nascent Soul and started looking for it today. It is too dangerous for me to stay with this thing now, so I want to take action. "

Yu Zecheng suddenly felt that what this person said seemed familiar, and he said:

"Okay, what's the price?"

The man said:

"One side."

Yu Zecheng shook his head and said:

"This Yuanying has been trapped for thousands of years. It has destroyed its spiritual consciousness and wisdom. It has no value anymore. No one can pay the price, 30 million spiritual stones."

The man said:

"No, it's too cheap. It's Nascent Soul. No, it requires at least eight thousand spiritual stones."

Yu Zecheng said:

"The price is too high. I can only add another thousand spiritual stones. I won't accept any more. I'll continue to collect golden elixirs."

The man said anxiously:

"This is the Nascent Soul, the Nascent Soul of True Lord Yuanying. It's a good thing that no amount of spiritual stones can buy."

Yu Zecheng interrupted him and said:

"You can't buy any amount of spiritual stones, so the Golden Pill Yuanying is the same to me. I want to sell it or not, but it's only 40 million, not a penny more."

The man seemed to be hesitating, and Yu Zecheng said:

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, so I'll give you another two million, the final price. If I don't sell you, master will find you, and then it won't be a question of Nascent Soul."

The man gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, I'm giving you an advantage. The old guy suddenly became clear for some reason. He pressed too hard. I definitely can't hide it from him. I sold it."

After sending the transaction agreement document, Yu Zecheng took one look at it and immediately agreed. He immediately deducted 42 million spiritual stones from his account and received a purple jade bottle.

Yu Zecheng's heart was beating wildly. It was so worth it. For 40 million, he received a Nascent Soul. It was like a dream. He couldn't help but open the bottle carefully and watch it.