"This is Jian Ce!"

The so-called bamboo book is a book rolled up by pieces of green bamboo. The ancients called the book made of bamboo slices "Jian Ce".

Chu Wangxian's hands were spread out, and on top of this set of simple strategies, there were human portraits, outlining the outline with lines. This is similar to the human meridian map for a few dollars a piece, and most Chinese medicine clinics will hang one.

[Isn't this a pictorial version of the martial arts book?]

[I also have the impression that when I was a child, I paid five cents a book, and I didn't use it. That's how the beggar deceives people in the movie Kung Fu. 】

"This is the Ancient Immortal Technique!"

Chu Wangxian held his breath and looked at the meridian marks on it carefully, whether it was a good thing or not, the connoisseur would understand it at a glance.

He tried to follow the drawings above Jian Ce to mobilize the aura in his body from the dantian and let the aura operate in his body.

Clouds of aura continued to wash through his meridians, like flowing water in a canal, constantly surging over the place marked as a fountain of fire on his right shoulder.

In the dark, Chu Wangxian's right arm became hotter and hotter, and he seemed to be hallucinating for a moment.

A place of burning volcanoes.

The red flames that soared into the sky ignited, and he stood in front of the molten waves, incarnating as the god of fire, using his fists as weapons and wielding iron fists to fight against the volcanic lava.

Wave after wave of lava flames scraped across his body, unable to shake his will in the slightest, Chu Wangxian's fists, like red-hot iron pillars, continued to ignite flames, and the iron fist turned into a fist of fire.

A monstrous magma wave surged, and Chu Wangxian jumped up with his courageous strength, waved his right fist, and broke it with one blow.

"Whew!" he let out a long breath.

Chu Wangxian's eyes were clear and returned to their original state, he looked at his hands, and clenched his fists, it turned out that everything was an illusion.

There is a sentence in Buddhism's "Lengyan Sutra", "Use it according to the body, borrow the phase to cultivate the mind", Chu Wangxian estimated that he was borrowing the phase to practice, similar to modern autosuggestion practice, virtualizing the cultivation scene.

These three clear fire sutras are not simple.

[Immortal, what's wrong with you, you've been standing still for an hour. A barrage of worries flew out.

"An hour? But it's worth it. ”

Chu Wangxian's spirit was refreshed, and he learned a new technique.

"These three clear fire sutras are immortal arts. ”

Chu Wangxian's right hand was slowly rubbing, and a mass of spiritual qi visible to the naked eye was condensing, as if he was kneading a water bag.

"Bang!" A faint flame was generated in the palm of Chu Wangxian's right hand.

Gathering aura for fire, this is an ancient fire-based spell.

[Wow, that's awesome!]

[The immortals will set fires, let's talk about it, how to practice the Three Qing Fire Sutras. 】

Everyone in the live broadcast room also looked at it seriously, Chu Wangxian was showing fire spells, hurry up and start the class.

"Smack!" Chu Wangxian pinched his right hand and extinguished the flames. This fire resistance technique is not very clever, it just gathers fire in the hand, and there is no follow-up.

"This is the art of resisting fire, and it can be used on the first layer of qi refining. ”

"In the North Wind Realm, it is not a day's work to focus on exploration and teach immortal arts, and we will talk about this later. ”

Everyone in the live broadcast room died down, and the spirit that was finally raised was vented again.

Chu Wangxian glanced up and down at the skeleton, this person died very strangely, and he reached out to probe.

"This skeleton is still valuable, if the cause of death of this skeleton is found, it can avoid repeating the same mistakes in the North Wind Realm!"

It's better to say 10,000 sentences than to move your hands and check it.

In front of the camera, Chu Wangxian hugged his hands, like a bear hug, and picked up the corpse sideways.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was in an uproar, calling Daxian a heavy taste, and Daxian didn't even let go of the bones.

Chu Wangxian swept his arms, "This skeleton is probably more than fifty catties!"

"There are 206 bones in our human body, and in terms of the weight ratio of a normal human body, the weight of bones accounts for about 1/5-1/10. Chu Wangxian put the skeleton down again.

"Like you and me, the bones weigh about 20 pounds, and this man's bones are twice as heavy as ours. ”

Rub rub!

Chu Wangxian scraped off some bone powder with a file and took out the bottle of water from the Heavenly Book of the First Realm.

When the white bone powder comes into contact with pure water, it is like lime put into water, and there is a boiling reaction, emitting hot white smoke.

"The bones contain the power of fire, and this person should have tempered his physique before, and it is like a steel sword that has been practiced for thousands of years, and he has cultivated in fire. ”

Everyone in the live broadcast room was speechless, Chu Wangxian didn't understand what he said, but he was obviously doing experimental analysis, is this still cultivating immortals?

"This corpse should be a body refining cultivator. ”

"The Sanqing Imperial Fire Sutra just gathers the flames in my hands, which is not a powerful spell, and this person's strength is probably on par with me. ”

After Chu Wangxian finished speaking, he turned around and thought about it.

This North Wind Realm is a good place, but it also hides dangers, what is the cause of death of this immortal cultivator named Zigong?

Is there a branch on the chest, and he was killed by a woodman?

A bonfire was lit, and everyone in the live broadcast room was looking at Chu Wangxian's movements again, not knowing that they thought they were cooking on the fire.

What is this for?

Chu Wangxian watched a pile of wood-seeking branches being ignited, and a thin black smoke floated up, this black smoke condensed but did not disperse, and when he smelled it slightly, the yin qi entered his nose, and it was cold for a while.

He probably understood what was going on.

"This tree is a dead tree, and here, it's not as simple as it seems. ”

In front of the camera, Chu Wangxian's eyebrows were tightly locked, a gust of wind blew, and his feet were rooted, steady as a rock.

He stood on top of Xunmu and told his reasoning to everyone in the live broadcast room.

"The wood burns, and there is ghost qi oozing out, indicating that this wood is not only dead, but also a ghost tree. ”

"People have three souls and seven spirits, and trees are the same. ”

"This immortal cultivator named Zigong, whose chest was pierced by a branch, was probably killed by this Xunmu. ”

[Is it the same as the old demon of Montenegro in A Chinese Ghost Story, who has become a spirit. 】

[The old demon of Montenegro is a bird, and he can't even compare to a single hair of this tree, I think this tree is at least a ghost emperor tree. 】

[Say that this is used for birds, Daxian, what do you say.] 】

Chu Wangxian stepped on his right foot and extinguished the flames.

"If the dryad has a soul, the soul is at the root of the tree. ”

Chu Wangxian looked at the top of the tree, and the top of the tree appeared in the clouds. Looking at the roots of the tree again, it was pitch black, wrapped in black mist.

"It's dangerous to go to the roots, so it's better to try your luck at the top of the tree. ”

Smack!

Chu Wangxian clapped his hands, wiped away his sweat, and looked crisp.

"Actually, it's the same to go to the top of the tree or to the roots, if this thousand-mile-seeking tree is a ghost, whether I go to the top of the tree or the roots, I can't escape. ”

was said by Chu Wangxian, and everyone in the live broadcast room looked worried, thousands of miles of wood were endless, and Daxian was like Sun Monkey, unable to escape from the palm of his hand.

Putting the corpse back, Chu Wangxian recited a few more words of the death mantra and left the place all the way.

[Chu Immortal, why don't you take this corpse away, it should be very powerful to make a weapon. 】

[Are you too good at thinking about it, smashing people with leg bones?]

Chu Wangxian jumped and said as he ran:

"We immortal cultivators don't dare to say that we support the right path and transform sentient beings. But the bottom line of cultivating immortals still has to be, if you and I die, others treat them like bones, wouldn't it be sad. ”

Running all the way for dozens of miles, Chu Wangxian was a little tired, but his spirit was still excited.

Finally to the main trunk.

The sound of the whirring cold wind, looking up at the top of the Xunmu Towering into the clouds, Chu Wangxian's eyes shrank suddenly, and he found something again.

There are upward plank piles on the trunk of the tree, which stretch like a winding road to the top of the tree. There were about 10,000 wooden piles, but most of them were corroded, and there was only one pile hole.

"There are traces of artificiality, it seems that there is a hole in the sky, and it has come to the right place. ”

"If it's really a flying immortal, you don't need a plank road, only a cultivator who can't fly to the sky needs a plank road. ”

What will be on it? Chu Wangxian had a sense of hope, hoping to make a major discovery.