With a wave of the hall master's long sleeves, eight groups of Yin Gods poured into the eight bodies.

It's hard to say that Lianyun Dao is the highest cultivation, and there are no people in the top five, and there are very few who are not hall masters.

I saw that the golden light fell into the body, the Yin God's body fell off, and the true consciousness turned into a little clear light and returned to the body, and suddenly woke up.

The seven immediately woke up and opened their eyes, but it was afternoon, the sun was shining in, and the whole world was in its shower.

The seven people were in a trance, almost as if in a dream, only to hear a cough from an earth fairy above, and the seven people couldn't help but tremble all over, then they woke up and saluted to the hall master together.

The hall master knew that this time was excessive, and he was sure that these seven people had ideas, but he didn't care.

I saw that the hall master smiled and said: "You have worked hard this time, this time you come back, you will add three thousand skills, and the number of other enemies killed will be counted separately, and the Yin God you brought back has been removed from the brand, and you can absorb it, saving a year of polishing mana!"

"You go back to rest, and after seven days, this hall will have all kinds of Tao to teach. ”

The seven disciples were shocked when they heard this, the underworld line, it is false to say that there is no resentment, but the true seed is the root of becoming an immortal, the road to immortality is bumpy and difficult, only eternity is the pursuit, all kinds of love and hatred are just passing clouds, and patience is still needed now, so the seven people were silent, got up again, and saluted the hall master and elders.

When the elders saw it, they all returned the salute, but at this time there was nothing to say, and the seven people retreated, and they didn't even look at the body in the hall at this time.

Seeing this, an elder in the hall got up and sighed, "I'm afraid it's difficult to solve the knot this time." ”

When the hall master heard this, he said with a dignified face: "This is normal, if I am in this situation, I will be cold, but this is the law!"

"How can there be no sacrifice in war, our Daomen usually pays attention to attracting people's hearts, but we will not have scruples because of this, for the sake of the overall situation, we can sacrifice at any time, even if these seven sons are cold, they have to succumb!"

"If you endure it, you are wise people, we all come like this, if there is a resentment, it will be degraded, and there will be no chance to progress again, and if it is serious, it can be executed!"

The hall master said lightly, his eyes swept coldly, anyway, there are many people killed, and it doesn't matter if he kills more, so he asked, "Did you say it?"

All the earth immortals are silent, three hundred years ago, the immortals were free, how could there be such a thing?

It's just that the Great War changed everything.

After a while, an earth immortal glanced at the hall master and said, "But the matter is not over yet, the death of these hundreds of Dao people is a big deal." ”

The lord of the temple does have the right to say "sacrifice", but he also has to take responsibility.

Another elder said, "Hall Master, I will play this matter to the Dao Monarch in the Qing Chapter, and write to the Dao Sect." ”

Another interjected: "Are these hundreds of people counted as killed in battle?"

Seeing everyone speak, the hall master felt the turbulent dark tide, was silent for a moment, suddenly smiled, and said: "Of course, it is your authority for senior brother to write a book, and I will not stop it, as for these hundred people, all of them are considered to have died in battle, and they will be given compensation, and I will come out with the details." ”

Speaking of this, the hall master pondered and smiled: "This matter is a big mistake, but also a great achievement, not only the me, but also need to take care of the family, set up a monument to remember, so as to appease people's hearts, lest there be villains who make waves and add anger out of thin air!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a body leaning on the ground, and said: "For example, this Yang Xuan, is meritorious, although his knowledge is damaged, his immortal path is broken, and his mind is lost, but our Daomen still has to send him back to his hometown and hire someone to take care of it, so that he can be healthy for a hundred years." ”

An earth immortal got up and bowed his body, and smiled: "Since the hall master said so, then do it according to this! What should the remaining seven sons do?

The hall master listened, paced in contemplation, for a long time, and said: "These seven people, I originally thought that I would not stretch out my hand anymore, and they would all be left to the senior brothers, but one of them is Wang Cunye, this person's surname is unruly, I am afraid that it will be difficult to suppress - I want to personally enter the door, press it, think about it, and leave him some room for improvement!"

Hearing this, the earth immortals are silent, this Wang Cunye, I am afraid that it will be difficult to have "room for progress".

Wang Cunye went out of the main hall at this time, the sun was tilting westward, standing on the steps, he could see the majestic majesty of the main hall of Sanzhang, the palace pavilions and pavilions on the left and right, the clouds were steaming in the sun, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

Check yourself, you are the least damaged, but a long time out of the body also makes the essence and blood loss, you don't have to have a mirror, you know that you are a little pale.

The fluctuations in his chest made Wang Cunye wake up, coughed a few times, thought for a while, and looked at the distant mountains, which were lush and green, and his spirit was shocked, and he went down.

Cultivation up to now, all the way has been bumpy and bumpy, but although the danger is great, this time there is a lot of harvest, not to mention anything else, a large number of ghost soldiers and ghost generals have been killed, and the essence of transformation is still not digested.

And the Yin God was not cracked, but at this time, the hall master showed generosity and gave the remaining Yin God to the seven people to spend it, and he could only get some mana, maybe there were some hidden dangers, but for Wang Cunye, it was a great benefit.

After thinking about it, he showed a look of understanding, nodded and said: "I see, it is a blessing and a curse, but it is also reasonable!"

Wang Cunye retracted his gaze and walked down quickly, until he reached his own house.

When I got inside, I sat upright and sank my heart, only to see a large black cloud above the spirit pool, with a blurred face from time to time, but this was the essence of the ghost qi absorbed.

In the middle of the spirit pond is a turtle shell, and the slightest trace of ghost qi is absorbed by the silk, and the slightest is transformed, dripping into the red pool, but as soon as it runs, the slightest cloud of smoke on the body is slowly born.

Wang Cunye looked at the size of the spirit pool, and thought to himself: "Presumably, after digesting these, the spirit pool can reach the limit of human immortals - three and a half feet!"

Looking again, at this time, a little Yin God body was rewarded by the Earth Immortal who withdrew his divine sense, and it floated above the spirit pool, like a pearl of glass, looking at the bright light.

All kinds of thoughts flashed in Wang Cunye's mind one by one, and he gradually settled down, at this time, he didn't have to think about other places, just see how much essence and mana this can feed back.

Thinking of this, Wang Cunye sighed lightly, the turtle shell felt what he was thinking, suddenly buzzed and vibrate, and began to absorb the ghost qi with all his might, these black clouds surged and churned, and they all converged towards the turtle shell.

The turtle shell transformed the ghostly qi, and dripped out some red water, and at this time, a true text with green in gold was condensed by the "Qinghua Treasure Urn", like a living thing, implying Taoist rhyme, extracting these red qi, and attracting the aura outside the body, running Zhou Tian, and turning into all the mana that really belonged to Wang Cunye.

I saw wisps of clouds slowly wrapping Wang Cunye's whole body, forming clouds.

The turtle shell sucked it, and there was a faint black shadow of the grinding plate, and even if these dark clouds were endless, they could not be filled, and they were all sucked in like an abyss.

Only half an hour later, this ghostly black cloud was sucked clean, and the turtle shell was shocked, and there was a clang, only to see that at this time, there was gradually a black jade luster, and a few small cracks were made up.

The silk red gas turned into a clear spring and flowed down, refining the true text condensed by the "Qinghua Treasure Urn", and constantly dripping into the spiritual pool.

The spiritual pond gradually expanded, the water level gradually rose, flooding the rockery halfway up the mountain that Zhenwen was tired of, and when he reached three and a half feet, Wang Cunye only felt that his whole body moved, and he wanted to break free from any confinement, but he felt an indescribable barrier.

This is also the ghost immortal barrier, the martial arts of this world, the essence of blood is refined into jade liquid, and even forms mana, and enters the Dao with martial arts, but it has never been able to break through this barrier, so the martial arts can never be transcended.

There are 10,000 volumes of scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and some of them are the painstaking works of the great masters of martial arts, who are unwilling to resign themselves to their fate and want to find a way to reach the immortal industry.

One of them proposes that if the true element can grow indefinitely, it can also break through this barrier.

But there is an earth immortal real person on it, but it is theoretically possible, but it is necessary to condense the true yuan to the maximum, at least ten times the true yuan can be self-condensed and become a ghost immortal.

But he is not a ghost, his body is sometimes poor, and he can never break through double.

So this becomes a fallacy.

Wang Cunye didn't think much about it, just watched, and saw that after the three-and-a-half-foot spirit pool was opened, he touched a certain limit, and he couldn't grow anymore, and the red water dripped down and dissipated.

Wang Cunye's mood was neither happy nor sad, without the slightest fluctuation, but running, making the turtle shell spew out a clear breath, and continued to analyze the yin god like pearl glass.

I saw the true text precipitated one by one, the words were golden and brilliant, the octagonal hung down, and countless mysteries were also flowing in my heart, and I was immersed in it unconsciously, not knowing that the moon rose and fell, and the day and night rotated.

In front of the house, two Taoist children were boiling with a small fan under the corridor, and the slightest aroma was permeating, and one of them pointed to it and said: "This is the Ten Perfect Tonic Soup, which seems to be a common name, but in fact it is really the Ten Perfect Tonic Soup." ”

There was also a Taoist boy holding a small bottle and putting it on the small case and said: "But mortals can't make up for it, only human immortals can absorb and transform, but this perfect tonic soup is not as good as this bottle!"

"This is the Kun Yuan Landing Pill, which can best nourish the Dao Foundation, and I have rewarded it this time!"

"It's also a desperate fight!" Before the words fell, the passer-by Jia Daotong said, he fanned the stove with a pu fan, the casserole on it was boiling, and the smell of herbs spread.

"You say, when will this inner disciple wake up?" asked the passer-by Yi Daotong.

"Who knows, whenever we wake up, we have to wait here. Passerby A Daotong sighed and said, "I hope that when I wake up, I can guide us a little bit, so that I am willing to stay up for a few days." ”

"You think so beautifully, if it turns out, these inner disciples are proud, they are in a very good mood, maybe they have one or two, but this time so many people died, they are all depressed, and they can still guide us? Passerby Yi Daotong said depressedly.

As soon as he said this, the two Taoist boys were speechless.

(To be continued)