In a dim secret room of only thirteen or fourteen square meters, filled with the smell of damp and moldy, an old man in a loose white silk Tang dress was sitting on a futon and meditating, his long white hair and beard hung down on his shoulders and chest, the old man's face looked extremely old, and his whole body exuded a smell of decaying wood, and in front of the old man were placed three corpses that had been absorbed into dry corpses, which could be vaguely identified as two women and a man, and a little farther away, three permanent lamps were lit.

These three ever-bright lanterns are three bronze figurines kneeling on the ground, which look full of ancient meaning, if it is not that the counterfeiting skills are extraordinary, then it must be an antiquity of the pre-Qin period!

The three kneeling bronze figurines are simple and simple, with their hands held up above their heads, holding a pool of jade-colored lamp oil in both palms, a cotton wool stretches out from the lamp oil, and a yellow-orange flame on it is slowly swaying and stretching its body, from which the dim light source in the secret room comes from.

The old man took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled a thick black turbidity, as this turbidity breath was exhaled, the old man's face gradually relaxed, the old man's skin like a pine branch flattened a little, and the dead air on the old man's body also dissipated a little, and the pitch-black turbidity in the air was like cotton wool for a long time.

Out of the shadow behind the old man came a sturdy man in his forties, the same loose Tang dress, just a black cotton and linen fabric, looking deep and restrained, this man's chest and back were broad and strong, and there was a cyan birthmark on his left cheek, which was cathartic like a waterfall from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, occupying half of his face, and he looked particularly mad under the dim light!

The man held a bright yellow bag in his hand, which seemed to be new, but if the connoisseur carefully smacked it, he would find that this was the best of the fine products produced by the Jiangning Weaving Mansion for the royal family in the previous dynasty, especially the five-clawed golden dragon dark pattern on the bright yellow pocket, which highlights the unusual feature of this bag. If this thing were to be published, it would be worth a fortune!

The sturdy man cautiously opened the mouth of the bag, and a long tongue came out of the bright yellow bag, which was extremely red, and it was full of sharp flesh barbs, which looked like a sword mountain knife forest.

Seeing the tongue curl and lick in the air, he swept away the black turbid gas like cotton wool suspended in the air, and then the tongue was withdrawn into the bright yellow pocket covered with dark dragon patterns.

The sturdy man hurriedly tied up the pocket, and then his fingers wrote several tadpole words on the place where the pocket was sealed, and these tadpole words were immediately engraved on the rope of the seal, and the pocket that swayed endlessly like a big fish gradually quieted down, and after a moment there was a slight sound of sleep, and then there was no sound, and the bag looked empty.

The old man's wrinkled eyelids slowly opened a line, and there was a kind of glazed light in it, as if it was about to flow out of his eyes.

"Master, your cultivation has risen by another level, and it won't be long before you can step into the fractal realm, shouldn't you prepare that thing in advance now?" asked cautiously the sturdy middle-aged man with a pocket in his hand.

The old man did not answer immediately, but breathed slowly, one breath and one breath was stretched to the limit, there was a gap of seven or eight minutes between the two, until after three exhales and three breaths, the glass light that was almost overflowing in the old man's eyes disappeared completely, revealing a pair of old and godless eyes, the old man stood up, and said with a little abruptness: "Fractals, fractals, Ge Hong's "Hug Puzi Dizhen" once said: 'If you want to be able to understand the gods, when the gold water form, the shape is to see the three souls and seven spirits in its body. 'As a teacher now, it's just a flesh and blood shell that can look inside one's own body, gold and water shape, where is it so simple? For us immortal cultivators, there are three difficulties that cannot be overcome. ”

"The first supreme cause, without karma, you can't get the method of cultivating immortals, and if you don't hear Dafa, you can't see the Great Dao, how can you talk about cultivation?"

"The second difficulty, stubbornness and obstacle, supreme karma is not rare, but too many people don't know it even if they come into contact with supreme karma, and regard Dafa as shit and regard the avenue as absurd, such people are blinded by obstacles, they don't see the truth and naivety, and they are muddy all their lives, like wandering in troubled waters, no matter whether they are rich or poor, even if they are powerful, they will only disappear in seventy or eighty years at most. ”

"The third way is the big pass of this golden water shape, you can look inside your own three souls and seven spirits, the heaven and earth spirits can be received, the gods of mountains and rivers can be envoys, open valleys in order to seek immortality, and even be able to resist the wind and go up to the nine heavens in the later stage of the golden water shape, come and go freely, fast and fast, this is a realm that can not be encountered. ”

"At the beginning, I was just a fisherman, and I got the treasure by entering the mud river, which is the supreme karma, and I picked the treasure and saw that the treasure was not sold for money, which was considered to have broken the obstinate obstacle, but the treasure did not tell me how to be able to gold and water after all, and my luck is estimated to be here!"

"From ancient times to the present, there is no book that can explain this great pass clearly, and it is all up to the monks to explore it on their own, perhaps they will step into the realm of infinite gold and water shape with a burst of inspiration, or they may not be able to find the way until they turn into rotten bones and white soil. The avenue is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky!" the old man sighed.

"I guess there is no hope, but my son Yunzhong and the ghost horse you, are all good seedlings on the road of cultivating immortals, maybe there is a chance to be able to spy on that realm, in the end, you are all young, as long as you are young, there is always a chance, my old man has lived for more than one hundred and thirty years, if he can't cross the threshold of this golden water, it is estimated that there are only three or two years left to live at most, and no matter how many people's vitality cannot save me, this is also a rotten body......"

The ghost horse hurriedly raised the bright yellow pocket in his hand and said, "Master, we have this relic of the former dynasty in our hands, didn't you keep saying that you want to see the real dragon of the former dynasty......?"

The old man waved his hand to stop the words of the ghost horse, and said lightly: " Yun Chong, this kid has a good understanding in cultivation, but he always likes to be involved, what kind of gathering people to practice, what wolf tooth sect to establish, although I know that those immortal cultivators are his wall ladder to the heavenly stone, as long as Yun Chong steps into the realm of treading the sea, he will be able to swallow all the elixirs that are a great tonic, and then Yun Chong will be able to go straight to the realm of catching up with me in the later stage of treading the sea, but this time is different from the past, the immortal cultivators are gathered together like a flying tiger landing on the golden dragon falling into the well, those god hunters and warriors are not easy to mess with, sooner or later something will happen, Yun Chong should now be about to step into the realm of stepping on the sea to cultivate the sea of qi, you have restrained him recently and told him not to walk around......”

As the old man spoke, one of the three bronze figurines in the room shook violently, and then suddenly extinguished.

Halfway through the old man's words, his originally godless and old eyes suddenly became fierce, and after being stunned for a moment, he said in a trembling voice: "Yun Chong, Yun Chong, my son Yun Chong is dead?"

The ghost horse's eyes flashed, and layers of blood ignited on his body, and then gradually calmed down, bowing to the old man and saying, "Master, I'll go see what's going on!"

The old man trembled, his white beard trembled and trembled, a pair of old hands clenched tightly, suppressed the infinite sorrow in his heart, waved his hand vigorously, and the ghost horse straightened his back and walked out of the secret room quickly.

As soon as the Onima closed the door to the underground chamber that shielded the Global Vitality Scanners, he heard a faint cry from within.

A trace of coldness flashed in the eyes of the ghost horse, and the anger in his heart burned inside, Yun Chong grew up with him, and the techniques of cultivating immortals were taught by him, in the eyes of the ghost horse, Yun Chong was his son, Yun Zhong was killed, the pain and anger in his heart were not at all different from the old man, the dark birthmark on his face was as bright as a red-hot iron bar at this time, and he jumped suddenly with his breathing, his thick five fingers were clenched, and the bone knots on his body made a slight popping sound every step he took, and all the way down, it was like a snake-shaped firecracker on the ground that was constantly bursting.

After a dozen steps, the ghost horse stepped into the elevator and went straight to fifty meters, and then the ghost horse, who had returned to normal, drove away along the winding mountain road from a mansion manor covering an area of ten hectares.

In the basement, the old man knelt on the ground with scarlet eyes and wept bitterly, trembling like a dragon, spewing out streams of scarlet mist from his mouth, and the silk Tang costume on his back was supported by thick bone spurs one by one, extending from the cervical vertebrae to the tail vertebrae, looking like the back of a stegosaurus, and the old hands were deeply embedded in the thick bricks on the ground, and the floor tiles were constantly cracking like a spider web, making a crisp sound.

"There is no hope, there is no hope, cut off my vitality, destroy my life, blood debt and blood to pay, blood debt and blood to pay ......" An extremely suppressed cry and roar continued to ripple in the ground......