"The last term?" Chen Fan looked at the trembling old man not far away, "How old is that?"

Luo Yisha shook her head, "I don't know, as far as I know, the current age of the Wushan Divine Lady is definitely over one hundred and twenty years old. ”

"Isn't that a good life?"

Chen Fan muttered quietly, but his heart was full of different complications, he had always guessed that people could break through the limit of human age through special health preservation methods or cultivation, and now, he had witnessed this speculation with his own eyes.

Moreover, what the other party said was very profound, and what was it implying was there.

Just as Chen Fan wanted to ask something more, the old man's cloudy eyes looked at him, "Your mother left Wushan back then, it has become a pinch of dust, and the past has become the wind, you two, go down the mountain quickly, it's too late." ”

"Old man, I won't just leave, as a son of man, I should be filial, otherwise I will feel guilty, how to live happily. ”

Chen Fan shook his head, since he already knew who the person who killed his mother was, how could he leave so easily, and until now, he had not found any trace of Sai Huatuo, he was also worried about Sai Huatuo.

Luo Yisha also shook her head at this time and said: "Old priest, I don't care about the status of a saint that brings me respect, but I don't want the ancient inheritance of Wushan to disappear, please preside over the ceremony for me." ”

"Alas. ”

The old man's shriveled mouth moved a few times, and he lifted an oil lamp, "Okay, I can promise you, but I am old and frail, and the ceremony can still be carried out, and as for the matter of filling your engraving and painting, it will be difficult." ”

"Old priest, you don't have to worry about ......" Luo Isa Zhu bit her lips and looked at Chen Fan with a smart gaze, "I already have a ...... He'll help me with the last step. ”

"Then come with me. ”

The old man glanced at Chen Fan and Luo Yisha, and then said no more, carrying the oil lamp, his rickety body turned to a path behind the green pine, the old man staggered, and the road was steep and difficult.

But the speed of the old man was not slow, and in Chen Fan's surprised gaze, he had already rushed onto the bluestone path dozens of meters away.

Chen Fan looked at Luo Yisha, Luo Yisha also smiled bitterly and shook her head, obviously she had experienced such a surprising thing for the first time.

No one spoke all the way, the road ahead was tortuous and winding, the old man was familiar with lighting the extinguished oil lamp, a fire dragon in the lonely mountain, starlight, faint fog, light and not breaking the fog.

It was late at night.

On the top of the mountain, a huge black crow god spreads its wings and volleys into the air, as if it will fly out at any time, and two lonely and cold lamps have become its eyes.

Under the claws, there is a platform about the size of the court, around the platform, there are eighty-one black cloth rings lined up, in the middle of the cloth, there are sixty-four oil lamps, like lanterns are connected at the end, and they are arranged into an ancient pattern.

In the middle of the lamp, there is an altar that is two meters high, the altar has eight corners, according to the eight trigram directions, around the altar, there are nine pillars like jade, the pillars are not carved dragons and phoenixes, but carved with ancient runes and patterns, at first glance it looks like Shura, and if you look closely, it looks like a strange insect of different kinds.

The front of the altar is engraved with more complex runes, and the moss is covered with notches, and the years have left traces of corrosion on the altar.

The whole platform is full of vicissitudes and quaint.

Loisa had rearranged her face, the orange-peeled face of the oiled old man was full of solemnity, her withered hands were as thin as wood, she lit an oil lamp, and her mouth was chanting ancient words and slang that Chen Fan did not understand.

At this moment, Chen Fan is like a bystander.

Witness a quirky ritual.

When the lamp was lit, Loisa had walked up to the altar and sat cross-legged on an intricately engraved carpet, and the chanting of the oiled old man suddenly became high-pitched.

The hoarse voice was quaint and desolate, and the voice spread in all directions, as if it was echoing from the sky.

The wind suddenly rose, Chen Fan couldn't help but shiver, his gaze went from black to oil lamp, and finally stayed on the nine stone pillars, Chen Fan found that the top of the stone pillars, it seemed that something was missing, and the nine dzi that he had collected in the storage ring emitted a quiet light in the storage ring at this time.

"Usawala!"

The old man's voice suddenly became high-pitched, and on her thin left hand, there was a strange mirror at some point, and the mirror was full of panicked lights, and at the same time, a strangely shaped pen appeared in her right hand.

The bronze mirror turned to Loisha, her figure, into the bronze mirror.

Chen Fan's expression suddenly became complicated, and the whole person became stunned.

Because Loisa was fading her veil, revealing a stunning face, perfect facial features, and a snow-white jade neck, and then, her hands, on her shoulders, untied the two suspenders, the colored clothes fell, and the fragrant shoulders came out.

She blushed shyly, and looked at Chen Fan with bright eyes.

The girl is shy and wants to talk about it.

At this second, Chen Fan understood what it meant to enter the scene.

This is indeed a sacred ritual.

Chen Fan didn't want to blaspheme, and he didn't want to miss it.

Just watched quietly.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and with a flick of his hand, the box with the red ribbon floated towards Loisa.

"This is my gift to you. ”

The corners of Loisha's mouth curved, and in an instant, she bloomed like an epiphany, and on the center of her eyebrows and the right side of her face, ancient runes appeared and spread......

She rolled a roll, only a touch of her clothes remained, the jade turned back, and a peculiar flower was carved on her back.

The old man flipped the bronze mirror, and countless panicked lamps and shadows formed a strange circle of light, reflecting on the altar, and a burst of golden light rose from the altar, completely enveloping Loisa.

Chen Fan's eyes swelled with different colors, and he found that the ancient runes on the altar were surging towards Luo Yisha's whole body like golden tadpoles, and the patterns on her back became clear and bright little by little.

Chen Fan has always been curious about this ancient rune carving, it is secret and magical, but now Chen Fan is keenly aware that this special rune is actually a special kind of 'True Qi Thorn Point', by changing the flow and behavior of True Qi, it can even be stored, accelerate the absorption of spiritual energy, stimulate the potential in the body, and so on.

Chen Fan subconsciously stroked his eyebrows, compared to the ancient carvings of the Wu Clan, the Divine Sea Purple Mansion he now owned was the one that truly contained heaven and earth!

The amount it can accommodate and the strength it gives itself are not the same!

The pattern on Loisha's back became clear, and Chen Fan felt that her strength had skyrocketed again, and it was no longer as unstable as before, and it was obvious that a qualitative change was taking place.

Under the perspective of the eyes, Chen Fan found that the engraved pattern on Luo Yisha's back formed a special existence equivalent to the 'second dantian'.

The surrounding aura began to swarm towards the altar.

Eighty-one black fan, whirring.

They form a special spirit gathering array that gathers the thin aura towards the altar......

(End of chapter)