This Yang God never expected that Zhang Yuan had even mastered the skill of drawing talismans of the Taoist!

This letter was originally used by Taoists to stop injuries such as bleeding or hemorrhage in the body, but under this blood painting containing profound Buddha power, it became his cage!

He could break through this cage, but the price was that the soul that had not recovered much was injured again, and Zhang Yuan's purpose in doing this was to deprive him of the right to enter and exit at will, absorb his qi and blood at will, and spy on himself.

The Yang God felt that he had been deceived, and said angrily: "It's not enough! The old man hasn't eaten enough!"

Zhang Yuan ignored ...... What are you kidding! I'm going to feed you until the wings are hard?

In his heart, he made up his mind that if the other party did not bring him all kinds of useful information or benefits, he would never replenish his qi and blood again.

"I have already paid the price, and it seems that the old-timers should also reveal some secrets!" Zhang Yuan said lightly, while painting his entire arm with dense sealing characters, which is equivalent to putting countless iron locks on the prison door, and the other party wants to forcibly rush out, and the price paid is even greater.

Then, he carried the qi and blood in his body, and the arm that had been shriveled miraculously returned to a state of flesh and blood, and the depth of the holy monk's control over the body was indescribable.

"You...... Hmph, the old man is not shallowly injured and needs to recuperate from a deep sleep, everything will be said when the old man wakes up!"

After saying that, no sound came out.

Zhang Yuan didn't care, the other party's key point was pinched by himself, and he didn't worry about him not spitting out all the secrets in the future. So he was going to get up and leave this place first, thinking that maybe he would find a few more villains to taste the wonders of whether or not he would gain the soul......

By the way, the flesh of this xenomorph spider is also a treasure, but I don't know how to use it, it's a pity...... Zhang Yuan approached the huge corpse, and touched the incomparably hard carapace with a little waste, only to feel that his hands were cold, and the cold air penetrated his bones.

Suddenly, the mutation is steep!

Above the terrifying corpse, wisps of golden clouds like mist and water suddenly appeared, scrambling to sink into his chest......

No! not your own chest!

Zhang Yuan looked down and was horrified to find that a quaint small mirror slowly floated out of his chest, and on the flat mirror, it seemed that a bucket was rapidly absorbing the misty qi floating from the opposite side!

After about seven or eight breaths, the cloud disappeared, and the body of the spider decomposed rapidly, turning into a pool of yellow and green mixed with half blood and water, corroding the ground with a clattering sound.

And the ancient mirror was also slowly floating back to his chest, Zhang Yuan's heart moved, and he hurriedly reached out and pinched it.

It was like passing through a pool of clear water, and it went straight through the ancient mirror that suddenly appeared, without the feeling of holding any real thing, and then, this magical thing was submerged in the chest.

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recalled the last scene of his previous life......

"Last night another man of God surveyed the heavens, and a treasure fell from heaven and happened to fall into your house. ”

"Hand over the treasure!Present it to the Immortal Master!!"

"Ant dare!"

The power of one finger made him, who had been struggling for survival for ten years, immediately turn into a puddle of minced meat!

"This ancient mirror...... Is it a treasure descended from a man of God?"

Zhang Yuan clutched his chest tightly, feeling his heart beating rapidly and violently, and he really felt that this matter was incredible.

If you go back in time, how can this treasure still be on you?

Wasn't the previous life just a big dream?

He was stunned for a while, then scratched at his chest again, as if to take out the magical little mirror, and then carefully swirled around his chest, but found nothing.

This feeling of gaining and losing made him faintly lost.

Maybe it's because the heavens and the earth haven't changed greatly, and the treasures have spirits, and they can't show their relationship? It can absorb this xenomorph like this, and I don't know what benefits it can bring me, could it be that I can only see it again after finding the next xenomorph and killing it?

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Yuan had to press this happy and sad thought.

However, the treasure is mine, it is mine! This time, no one can snatch it!!

At this time, a large pool of dirty blood formed by the xenospider was still corroding the ground at this time, constantly emitting a strange smell of choking, Zhang Yuan was about to leave, and suddenly felt a slight tremor on the ground, and a thought of "earth dragon turning over" flashed in his heart, and before he could react, his feet suddenly emptied, and the entire ground suddenly collapsed completely, and his whole body fell towards the dark abyss.

Oops, the terrain of this karst cave is extremely unstable, presumably the ground collapsed by the fight and the erosion of the blood.

Zhang Yuan grabbed Zhixian as soon as he puffed up his true qi, and suddenly his robe flew over, greatly reducing the falling speed, but he was secretly bitter in his heart, and he didn't know how to return to the ground.

After four or five breaths, only a pop was heard, and in the splash, Zhang Yuan fell into an underground river, and his ears and nose were suddenly filled with cold and biting river water, he hurriedly paddled his hands and feet, surfaced to take a look, and saw that there were low cave walls all around, and there was obviously no way to climb.

Although there is no fear of drowning or starving to death at the moment, but being trapped in such an unfathomable and unsightly place, I don't know what year and month I can get out, and I am more likely to become an underground prisoner for the rest of my life......

He shuddered at the thought of this.

The cold river water is flowing slowly, Zhang Yuan floats and sinks in the water, helplessly drifting with the current, only feeling that it has passed extremely slowly for an hour or two, and still does not see any turnaround, he is bored, simply retracts his mind, lets his body float on the water, silently reciting his heart, secretly reciting Buddhist scriptures, and slowly recovering the broken golden body.

Time passed little by little in absolute darkness and dead silence, and when Zhang Yuan occasionally felt hungry, he grabbed a fish swimming by him and ate it raw, and spent the rest of his time on cultivation - restoring the golden body of the holy monk was slower and more difficult than he imagined.

There is no time in the mountains, but the passage of time can't hide the clear heart, so a month has passed quietly, Zhang Yuan is still floating in this slowly flowing underground river, surrounded by the same low karst cave, but he no longer feels irritable, but his mind is extremely peaceful.

The original impetuous and uncertain mind because of the fusion of the memories of his previous life gradually precipitated, and in this state of mind of forgetting worries and joys, it laid a solid foundation for his future climbing.

After the golden body was completely recovered, Zhang Yuan plunged into the Taoist inheritance left by Qing Yuanzi, which was like an abyss and a sea.

Originally, he was not very attached to the position of the Yang God, and it was a pleasure to succeed, and it was a pity not to succeed, anyway, he had already achieved the holy monk, and he could be regarded as standing firm.

But since he got the inheritance of Qing Yuanzi, he only understood what kind of realm the Yang God was!

If the holy monk is just a small raft floating on the sea of the world, which can only carry a person with the current, waiting for the day when he reaches the other side, then the yang god is a big whale, which can freely swim and search in the sea of suffering.

The visualizations and mantras of the Wentianguan lineage are very complex and obscure, and they are more difficult for people to understand and memorize than the Buddhist scriptures, but in such an unprecedented peaceful environment and extremely focused state of mind, Zhang Yuan's progress is no slower than when he was cultivating Buddhism.

Time passed unconsciously, and his understanding of Taoism increased little by little, and one day it was a matter of fingers, and the surprise disappeared for another three months......

After repeatedly trying to get out of the shell of the Yin Soul without success, he couldn't help but regret that he had repaired the golden body early - maybe the golden body was broken, but it was conducive to the soul breaking through the body?

However, such thoughts are fleeting, and Taoists should not regret it!

However, there was still boundless darkness in front of him, as if the river was about to lead him into the unfathomable Nine Shadows.