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MTL - I Have a Luck Altar-Chapter 674 Yinfeng refines the gods! Moro wakes up!
Chapter 674 Yin wind refines the gods! Moro wakes up!
"Forbidden place of the Holy Religion, leave quickly!"
In front of the ten-meter-high stone gate that Chen Yuan noticed, two disciples of the Wusheng Sect who were cultivated in the alchemy realm scanned the black-robed man in front of him, their eyes indifferent, as if they had no emotion.
Chen Yuan didn't talk nonsense. With a move of his divine sense, a surge of power instantly shrouded the two of them. Even Zhu Huai, the peak of refining gods and hopeful Yang God, couldn't stop Chen Yuan's power.
There is no possibility for the two masters of the Wusheng religion.
The two of them didn't even move at all, but their bodies were slightly suffocated, and then, as if they were imprisoned, the look in their pupils slowly faded away.
Fall on the spot!
Although they fell, in order to prevent other people from noticing any accidents, Chen Yuan did not physically disappear these two people directly, but turned them into corpses and continued to guard in front of the door.
Since this place is a forbidden place, he must have few people coming here. With them as a display, he may be able to deceive some low-level disciples of Wushengjiao.
Stepping forward, Chen Yuan's divine sense landed on the stone gate, and **** lines quickly lit up on it, which was a formation.
Chen Yuan's spiritual thoughts penetrated into the stone gate like a stream of water, suppressing the fluctuation of the formation forcefully, and then, his whole body lit up, ignoring the protection of the stone gate, and stepped in directly.
Outside the stone gate is a scene, and inside the stone gate is another scene.
A 100-foot-wide pool of blood exuded a stench of blood. The blood flowed while rolling, but there were no broken limbs or arms, as if it had been filtered.
At the same time, there is an extremely strong Yin Qi.
In all directions of the blood pool, there are countless finger-sized holes, which are the source of blood, which continuously gathers in the blood pool.
In the center of the blood pool, there is a blood-colored tree more than ten meters in size. It is all dark red in color and has countless branches on it.
On the complicated branches, there are crystal clear blood-colored beads hanging on them, like fruits that have formed.
Blood pill! !
Chen Yuan recognized what the blood bead was at a glance, and immediately frowned slightly. He had greeted Wu Shengjiao before, so naturally he had seen the so-called blood bead.
But those drops of blood are nothing compared to the fruit formed on this tree!
Those captured Wushengjiao blood beads smell bad and are extremely heterogeneous. They are at the cost of wasting lifespan to forcibly increase their strength, which is comparable to a panacea.
And the blood beads here are crystal clear, like rubies, without any foul smell, just looking at it, one can't help but swallow it.
Even Chen Yuan had these faint thoughts.
But he quickly suppressed it, the way to swallow the blood beads is to destroy the foundation, even though these blood beads are different from those he has seen before.
He had no interest in devouring these things either.
His main target was actually placed on the blood tree in front of him, because the cyan light in the pupil technique that day came from the center of the blood tree.
Chance, Blood Soul Wood! !
Finally found!
After observing the entire cave and confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, Chen Yuan prepared to take this thing away without hesitation, and left this lifeless sect lair.
Although so far, he has not encountered any strong people in the Wusheng sect, and the so-called 'lifeless parents' are still in the imperial city of Shenjing.
But he, who is cautious by nature, still doesn't want to break through here.
Stepping out step by step, the soles of Chen Yuan's feet were three feet away from the blood pool, and he was in front of the blood tree almost instantly. Then, he stretched out his claws, ready to crush the blood tree.
Take out the blood soul wood inside.
But just when his fingers touched the blood tree, a surge of ghostly power, as if screaming in his ears, enveloped him directly.
"Humph!"
With a cold snort, Chen Yuan quickly withdrew his hands, and his whole body condensed into a vitality barrier, trying to block the surging Yin Qi.
Those turbulent yin qi did not break through Chen Yuan's protection, but once the yin qi erupted, it was like a flood bursting its embankment, crazily coming out of the blood tree.
In just a moment, the entire cave was covered.
"not good!"
Chen Yuan's face darkened. Although the yin energy did not affect him, once it leaked out, it might alarm everyone in Wusheng Sect in an instant, which would be bad for him.
But at this moment, there is no time to think so much, since it was exposed, just get the blood soul wood and leave this place.
Just as he thought of it, the Emperor Butcher's Knife under the black robe suddenly shone brightly and detached from him. Then, an astonishing force erupted, like a raging vortex.
Actually swallowed all the escaping Yin Qi abruptly.
"Senior Moro, are you awake?"
Chen Yuan quickly looked at the Emperor Butcher's Knife hanging in the void, with joy in his eyes.
Since Moro inhabited the Emperor Butcher Knife, he rarely put it in the space of the Book of Heaven, most of the time he straddled his waist or carried it on his back.
And now the sudden change must be Mo Luo's means!
Since Mo Luo fell into a deep sleep and decided to retreat, Chen Yuan has lost a big hole card. Although he has a sense of security, he has never had much.
That's why he behaves a little more restrained than before.
I just don’t want to disturb Mo Luo’s retreat because of my own affairs.
Nowadays, the world is in constant turmoil, and there is already a trend of chaos. He already has a foundation, and the only thing he still lacks is a real strong man who can sit in charge.
And such a strong person must be the Immortal of the Six Realms.
After Moro exited the customs, he gained confidence.
Even if that guy Xiang Qianqiu really wanted to do something, he might as well be able to kill him.
The Emperor's Butcher Knife was still shining, while Mo Luo slowly appeared, dressed in a white monk robe, with smiling eyes, extremely compassionate. He looked at Chen Yuan, nodded slightly and said:
"The donor's strength has improved, very good!"
"How is senior's retreat?"
Chen Yuan then asked.
Moro's injury has always been a hidden danger. If it was in its heyday, it must be very strong. Therefore, he couldn't wait to ask about it.
"Everything is going well, nothing serious."
After finishing speaking, Mo Luo glanced at the blood pool below again, and finally fixed his gaze on the blood-colored trees not far away, with a look of solemnity in his eyes, frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Shadow wood!"
"Ghostwood?"
Chen Yuan raised his brows. He only knew that there was blood soul wood hidden in the blood tree, but he had never heard of any ghost wood.
"This tree is one of the top ten sacred trees together with the Nether Bone Tree. It is rare in the world. I didn't expect you to meet the second tree." Mo Luo glanced at Chen Yuan, his eyes flickering.
Chen Yuan naturally knew what the Nether Bone Tree was. He relied on this thing to break through the Heavenly Pill Realm in the Blood-Sinking Lake, and Mo Luo received a lot of benefits from it.
"What's the use?"
"The heart of this tree has the effect of training the primordial spirit. The yang **** is extremely yang and attracts thunder and light into the mind, but this tree can refine the primordial spirit into yin.
It is a rare opportunity in the world to turn Yin into Yang. You have not experienced the catastrophe of wind, but you can refine the heart of this tree, overcome the catastrophe together, and practice the primordial spirit to perfection. "
"And this tree is probably a thousand years old, and it has been cultivated by the essence of blood. I am afraid that its effect will be even greater."
Even Mo Luo didn't know how to describe Chen Yuan's luck. Sure enough, he had a great secret, and he could always find what he wanted at critical moments.
It's not appropriate to describe it only as the gods.
"Thousands of years old, Yin Feng refines the gods!"
Chen Yuan nodded slightly.
Obviously, this thing is very likely to be related to the evil sect before, so it is no wonder that he is willing to leave this place, and the same is true after the Wusheng sect takes over.
Obviously knowing that this tree is a good thing.
As for Mo Luo's yin wind refining the gods, it is more in line with his wishes. As long as he reaches the peak of refining the gods, he can start looking for treasures that break through the Yang gods.
When he breaks through Yangshen, his combat power will definitely reach a terrifying level.
"The heart of the tree is useful to you, and this tree and the pool of blood below it are also useful to the poor monk. The benefactor really came at the right time." Mo Luo smiled faintly.
His injury is not serious, but this does not mean that he has recovered. In fact, it is still far behind. There are so many blood essences here for him to swallow, even if he cannot be completely healed, it is estimated that he will be almost the same.
Chen Yuan's 'luck' is indeed terrifying. He once thought that he would have to spend decades to cultivate, but in just a year or so, he hoped to recover.
Saved an unknown amount of time.
"Since that's the case, then I will take the heart of this tree, and the two of us will leave this place."
"No."
"Um?"
Chen Yuan turned his gaze to Mo Luo, with a slight intention of exploring.
"The heart of the ghost tree must be removed and refined immediately. Otherwise, the yin energy will gradually dissipate and the essence will be lost in at most a quarter of an hour. Coupled with the continuous condensing of the blood essence, the time will probably be even shorter."
"Is there some experience here?"
"It's okay, there is a poor monk here, and there will be no news about it." Mo Luo smiled lightly, revealing an extremely powerful self-confidence, and even if he wanted to, he could suppress everyone here in a short time.
But Chen Yuan didn't want to disturb Jingtai, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
Now that Mo Luo has made a move, Chen Yuan can rest assured, and immediately no longer hesitates, nodding his head and saying:
"Okay, then follow what the senior said."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ghost tree. Although it is a spiritual wood, it is not very strong. Under Chen Yuan's strong physique, it is not much stronger than tofu.
No need to **** and search, when Chen Yuan closed his hand, he suddenly grabbed a blood-red thing in his hand, which was beating slightly, very similar to a human heart.
The only difference is that what is escaping from the blood soul wood is a strong and almost insoluble Yin Qi.
He didn't say much, and didn't want to waste time. He sat down cross-legged and began to refine the blood soul wood. After entering the ground, he hardly touched it.
itself is already in its heyday, even if it saves time for recuperation, it doesn't matter.
Of course, the most important reason is not to delay for too long, lest the blood soul wood essence be lost.
A trace of determination flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, refine this thing, and survive the catastrophe!
Moro smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible force directly enveloped the entire cave, and then, he jumped up and came to the ghost tree.
After the blood soul tree was taken away, the ghost tree began to shrink visible to the naked eye, and the bark became more and more dry, but as Mara pointed out, the blood pool below began to quickly converge towards the ghost tree.
At the same time, after being refined by the ghost tree, he was swallowed by Mo Luo sitting cross-legged.
The engulfment began, and a lingering ghost began to condense, his eyes were full of madness and hatred, and he wanted to tear Chen Yuan and Mo Luo apart with his teeth and claws.
In Luochen Mountain, in front of Chen Family Village.
Gu Tianqiong, Li Kuangxiu, and Sima Che stood in the air, and their spiritual thoughts enveloped the entire Chen Family Village. The billowing black clouds began to dissipate, and the roar exploded in the void.
The men, women and children of Chenjia Village walked out of the courtyard one after another, looking up at the sky with horror in their eyes.
They have never seen such a scene in the decades since they were born here.
"This place has been blocked, Wu Daozi, you can't escape!"
Sima Che snorted coldly, and his voice resounded throughout the world.
On the lake on the mountain behind Chenjiacun, Wu Daozi, who was somewhat bent, sighed, shook his head slowly, and said to himself:
"Finally found."
It's just that he lives in seclusion here and has erased all traces. Only Chen Huaiyi and Chen Yuan know that he is here, but Wu Daozi believes that they will not disturb him.
So
Who leaked the whereabouts?
"Forget it, forget it, living so many years is enough." Wu Daozi laughed at himself, and immediately stopped thinking about other things, and picked up a long wooden box from the boat.
"Patter."
The wooden box was opened, revealing a scroll inside.
This is a painting he painted with his last strength before his cultivation was exhausted. It is not a landscape or anything else, but a portrait of himself.
Inside retains part of his power.
He didn't lie to Chen Yuan, he was indeed abolished.
The picture scroll unfolded, and inside was a middle-aged Confucian scholar full of bookishness, with bright eyes and an impressive temperament, completely different from the current crooked appearance.
Only the looks are seven points similar.
"Writing a pen to scare the ghosts and gods, and a thought moves the wind and the clouds!"
Wu Daozi smiled faintly, bit his nails, and forced a drop of blood onto the scroll. Then, the scroll suddenly lit up with astonishing light.
The light enveloped him.
People in the world only know about the wonderful brush of Huasheng Danqing, but few people know that his strength is actually very strong, otherwise, Chen Yuan's mother would not entrust him to him.
Otherwise, he would not be able to operate the art of secrets.
When the light dissipated, Wu Daozi suddenly changed. His original gray beard and hair suddenly turned into a middle-aged Confucian student in a scholar's robe, just like a teacher.
Wu Daozi raised his head, stepped out, and the broken spear at the entrance of Chenjiacun also lit up, all the rust was gone, and it shot up through the air!
Punch in and ask for a monthly pass! !
It’s really not water, I just want to write it more carefully so that everyone can see it more clearly.
(end of this chapter)