The material of the black iron order is unknown, and the various effects cannot be seen, in the words of the old man, that is, it is possible to return to the ordinary and ordinary, and those who don't understand it are like ordinary things in their hands.

Since they couldn't see the reason, the Jinhui Demon and the others didn't know anything, and they didn't get anything, so Feng Xiaoyi had to return it.

The Jin Hui Demon hesitated, in their eyes, Feng Xiaoyi and the others were quite concerned about this token, so it waved its hand and did not take it.

"You want to give me the token?"

From the body movements of the golden demon, Feng Xiaoyi read this meaning.

It's true, after patient communication, the Jinhui demons really have this intention, maybe they also think that the only thing they can get is to give away as a reward.

This thing is useless to them, and it may be the same to Feng Xiaoyi, but it is also a meager intention that they have no choice.

"Anyway, they don't think the token is important, so it doesn't hurt if you just accept it."

"Your vein is inextricably linked to the word Shangli, and maybe it will be useful in the future." The old man said.

After thinking about it, the old man made a lot of sense, so Feng Xiaoyi accepted the token, put it away and hid it.

After meeting him, the demons have obtained his blood, and they are eager to study it and see if they can find a way to save themselves, even if there is very little hope.

The Necromantic Mountain Range is dangerous, and the demons are worried that Feng Xiaoyi and the others will be attacked by evil creatures, so they hope that they will go out as soon as possible, and they also send their clansmen to escort them personally.

However, Feng Xiaoyi and the others did not plan to leave in a hurry, to be precise, the old man meant.

Seeing the two of them like this, the Jinhui Demon specially reminded them not to go deeper, nor to touch the spring not far away.

For that spring, the Jinhui demons also mentioned again and again, don't touch the spring water, this spring, their family has always been afraid, and they have to take a detour when they see it.

The Jinhui demon finally glanced at the old man, this person is not afraid, but it cannot be despised either, with the protection of such a master, it is still more assured that Feng Xiaoyi is thoughtful.

From this day on, they regard Feng Xiaoyi as a friend of their people, and a small hope that they will be saved from the misery in the future.

So in the end, the Jinhui Demon led his people to leave, and left a good intention, there is a stone forest half a hundred miles to the west, in the Necronomicon Mountains, if you want to ask them for help, just go and make a mark.

Feng Xiaoyi thanked him, the demon clan is the natives of the Necromantic Mountain Range, and with their help here, everything is much easier to do, so why not.

After the demons left, only Feng Xiaoyi and the two of them were left on the mountain peak, and the old man faced the location of the spring and said, "Go over and have a look."

As he spoke, he took the step first, Feng Xiaoyi hesitated, but still followed behind him.

The water spring is not big, the diameter is about one zhang, the water surface is calm and waveless, like a pool of stagnant water, sullen, looking at it is inexplicably panicked.

Approaching, stopping at the edge of the shore, the old man said, "This spring has harmed their people, of course they will be afraid."

He glanced back at Feng Xiaoyi, and said, "Don't be nervous, it's okay to get closer, you will only react when you enter the water."

Listening to the old man's words, Feng Xiaoyi walked up with confidence.

As the old man said, he was so close that he stood on the shore and had no effect at all.

"What kind of water are these springs?" Feng Xiaoyi asked.

"Stagnant water, those who are contaminated will be devoured by life, flesh and blood will wither and dry up, and those who are lucky enough to survive will be like those demons." The old man said.

"Can't a strong man stop the dead breath in the spring?" Feng Xiaoyi asked.

"The gods are not afraid of it, and like us, with their own strength, they can also block it for a while, but like the demon clan, it is inherited, and only when they reach the realm of the gods can they get rid of their dry bodies." The old man said.

"How? Would you like to give it a try? The old man suddenly laughed.

Feng Xiaoyi subconsciously retreated, and said: "The seniors are joking, even a powerful figure like you is taboo about this spring, how can I resist it when I can't reach the emperor realm."

"I'm not kidding." The old man said.

Feng Xiaoyi's back was cold, and he said, "Please also ask the seniors to speak clearly."

This spring is so terrifying, not to mention the Heavenly Realm, even the people of the Emperor Realm are sent to death when they go down, and the old man will not ask him to go down for no reason.

The old man pondered for a moment, and then said: "I told you before, this spring is said to be refined by the Yellow Spring River, but in fact, it is not, we have obtained a spring water and carefully explored, and finally found that the dead air in the water is full of life, just because the dead air is too strong, it almost overshadows the vitality."

"What does this mean?" Feng Xiaoyi said.

The old man continued: "There is a rumor in the world that there was a miraculous thing in the world, full of vitality and able to prolong life, called the 'Fountain of Life', which is the supreme fountain of God."

"And we suspect that this fountain is the legendary fountain of life, a fountain of life that has been severely polluted by evil death!"

"There is life in the dead, although it is continuous, and the undead who have been robbed can successfully continue the vitality and nourishment in the spring water, such as a reborn body, and the loser will become the appearance of a demon."

"Even if you are lucky and don't die, you will definitely become a demon, as for the regeneration body, how does this sound very similar to the effect of the regeneration pool of the Tongtian Great Sect." Feng Xiaoyi said in a low voice.

"Have you ever seen a regeneration pool?" The old man said.

"I've seen it, and I've been in it." Feng Xiaoyi said.

Hearing this, the old man smiled and asked, "Then do you know how the regeneration pool came about?"

"What does it have to do with this spring?" Feng Xiaoyi asked rhetorically.

"It can also be said that because the Tongtian Palm Sect had enlightenment because of that spring water, asked for a part, and then made a regeneration pool." The old man said.

"The seniors also know Tongtian Zhangjiao." Feng Xiaoyi said a lot of words and probed the wind.

"Huh! An old friend. ”

Laughing, the old man said: "Getting back to the point, I let you go down, naturally it's not nonsense, others will die, but you won't, because before you, there are pioneers, people of your lineage!"

"Who?" Feng Xiaoyi asked.

"Demon God! The demon god of his youth! ”

The old man said seriously: "He has two masters, known as the two elders of gods and demons, in ancient times, it was the two of them who discovered this spring by mistake, and then brought out a spring water, and invited us to study it together, and the final result we came to is that this spring is suspected to be the spring of life."

"It turns out that the seniors and the predecessors of the Northern Ancestors also know each other."

"Have you also seen the two Beizu?" This time it was the turn of the old man to be surprised.

Feng Xiaoyi nodded, and then roughly talked about the encounter with Bei Zu.

After listening, the old man pondered for a long time, put away some thoughts, and said: "I see, I didn't expect you and some of my old friends to have met, it's really fateful, but it's a pity that they..."

"It's also true, the years are ruthless, we should be the ones who have passed away, and we should be content to survive in this life."

Not much to talk about for the time being, the old man said solemnly: "I want you to enter the Necromantic Mountain Range this time, the ultimate purpose is to find this spring, let you in, the most important thing is not for any regenerative body, but your vein, is a cursed vein, the so-called cursed power, too terrifying, if you want to defeat it and live your own life, there is still a long way to go."

Feng Xiaoyi was humbly taught, he believed what the old man said, about the bloodline curse, this was the second time he had heard it, when he was young, on the cliff behind Yang Village, that person told him.

"If this fountain helps me, I can go down." Feng Xiaoyi said.

"Excellent! You're right to be determined, but to be on the safe side, you can rest assured that I will leave a soul fire mark in your body so that I can rescue you in a critical moment of life and death. The old man said.

"Senpai, please."

Let the old man leave a mark and know his physical condition at all times, which is equivalent to handing over everything he has to the old man, but Feng Xiaoyi just thought about it for a moment and agreed.

If the old man wants to kill him, he can crush him to death, but if he has an attempt against him, in the face of absolute strength, he has no ability to resist, so if people do not do him well, there is no need to beat around the bush so much, just shoot directly.

"Okay, let go of your body and mind, don't resist."

With Feng Xiaoyi's permission, the old man made a move, pointed his two fingers on Feng Xiaoyi's forehead, and planted a mark on his body.

Done, stopped, the old man said: "Are you ready, you have to go down, it will be a long and painful process in it, you must endure it, withstand it."

"How long does it take?" Feng Xiaoyi asked.

"It depends on your creation, if you can hold on to the body that has completed regeneration, at least one or two years, at most five or six years, if you can't hold on, I'm afraid it won't take long to get out." The old man said.

"I see, senior, you can get started." Feng Xiaoyi said.

"Bring that handle first, and I'll keep it for you."

Before going down, the old man made this request, and Feng Xiaoyi understood that he was worried that Xue Hate would protect him on his own, and he would make a mistake.

He summoned out the snow hatred, gave it to the old man, and laid it on the shore, and then he sat down on the ground, and with a wave of the old man's robe, he was sent into the spring.

The spring was not deep, only a few feet, but it could submerge him, and at the bottom was a pile of fine sand and stones, on which it was like sitting on soft sand.

"Zizi!"

Feng Xiaoyi had just entered the water, and immediately a small sound came out, the muscles and flesh of his whole body were constantly twitching and beating, his face was hideous, and his complexion gradually darkened.

"Don't panic! This is the reaction that should be, your vitality is gradually devoured by the strong death qi contained in the spring water, and your flesh and blood are also eaten away step by step, until you become a demon, waiting for your blood to be stimulated, and then reborn! ”

"It's a painstaking process, and you'll get to experience the truest feeling of being on the verge of death, but don't let it crumble."

"You must know that this is how the demon god came over when he was young, and he can do it to you! If you don't want to become a cursed slave, you must not give up, so that your destiny can be in your own hands! ”

Feng Xiaoyi's mind kept ringing the old man's voice, encouraging him, guiding him, and accompanying him.

But the old man's voice seemed to be gradually fainting in his mind, and his consciousness seemed to be gnawed by thousands of insects and ants, and it seemed to be crushed by thousands of blades, and his mind was drowned by pain, and he couldn't receive the old man's words.

On the shore, the old man's face was solemn, and the withered palms were unconsciously clenched for three points, and he was always concentrating on observing the changes in Feng Xiaoyi's body and body, refusing to let go of even a trivial detail.

When, he would have been so nervous, but at this time, every minute and second that Feng Xiaoyi spent in the spring water, the scale of time seemed to be engraved in his heart.

In the water, Feng Xiaoyi's expression was unbearable, his body was shaking, and every time he trembled, his flesh and blood shrank by a minute, and in less than half an hour, his whole body was obviously thin.

"Hold on, your vital signs have gradually stabilized, as long as you can survive the weakening momentum, you can be regarded as saving your life."

The old man muttered to himself on the shore, and at this time, the life of the wind and the wind was like a torch with a strong flame, fluttering in the cold and dark night of the wind and rain, from the beginning of the great ups and downs to the current stability and weakening.

The flame was steadily weakening, and if it was weak until it was extinguished, it meant that his life had been burned out, and the wisp of imprinted soul fire that the old man had planted in his body was developing in this direction.

The situation was still bad, but the old man could only wait patiently, and in the passage of time, the wisp of imprint soul fire was weakening day by day, and his flesh and blood were drying up and shrinking day by day.

Seven days later, the wind in the spring water was sluggish, and it became a humanoid skeleton, and the wisp of imprint soul fire was also dimmed to the extreme.