Chapter 292: Cultivating Immortals, You Need a Mentor
The photos on the phone show what Jade looked like after her death, and this look is not only a tragic death, but the body is almost dry.
Seeing these photos, Nangong Yan almost threw up.
"How so?"
Zhou Zhou said, "After all, I have been on it, and I know better than you about the situation above, do you admit this?" ”
"That defensive formation outside your house is called the 'Ten Thousand Laws Star Luo Array', this is one of the top formations of the Star Luo Sect, and the amount of spirit stones required to arrange such a formation is amazing."
"But right now, the range that the formation can radiate is decreasing, and at most it will be as small as your house in a hundred years, and at that time, a mansion as big as the Nangong family may become a tourist attraction."
Exposing the mansion in front of everyone is something that Nangong Yan is unwilling to accept.
But what Zhou Yishan said was true, this formation was called that name, and the more time passed, the strength did get weaker and weaker
According to the ancestor's last wish, there should be someone in the future who will break through the restriction to reach the immortal realm, and then get back things like spirit stones and spirit crystals from there, so that the Nangong family can continue to hide in the world.
But the people of later generations are not angry, and the generation does not send the generations, not only no one ascends to heaven, but even the exercises inherited by the family are also lost.
Nangong Yan is already a talented descendant, but the exercises are incomplete, and it is a fool's dream for him to be promoted again.
He couldn't tell Zhou Yishan these words, so he said stiffly: "It's just nonsense, I have known Zhenming Dao for decades, and he has done more to the Nangong family than you can imagine." ”
"He's even more devoted to my son, and you're talking nonsense here."
Zhou Yishan was not in a hurry, "The head of the family doesn't want to think about my words, I said it, this old way needs a new body, your son is his target, can he be bad for his body?" ”
"Let's put it this way, your son is in good health, isn't he in good health after he snatches it?"
"Let me ask, what serious person needs to be nourished by human blood? Isn't this a madman, and he's not a vampire, is he? ”
"I also cultivate immortals, I don't need it, you have set foot in cultivating immortals, do you need it?"
"I'll just tell you the facts, at most three days, Lao Dao will attack your son, and then you will know that what I said is true, anyway, your son is not my son, besides, this place can't trap me."
In order to demonstrate his strength, he walked to the cage and bent a steel bar with a diameter of 4 cm with both hands.
Nangong Yan's eyes were straight, and he suspected that this guy might be born with divine power, otherwise how could he be so strong?
What he said touched Nangong Yan a lot, Nangong Han was his only son, and his youngest daughter was only more than three years old.
It is impossible to expect his daughter to inherit the family business, and besides, the ancestors have training, and the Nangong family must be a man.
What's more, this son was born from the sky, and Nangong Yan cultivated him as a future immortal.
After meeting the Taoist Chief, he learned that he had fire poison in his body, no wonder he would get hot and almost burn himself as soon as he practiced the exercises.
After that, the young Nangong Han could only practice the exercises in the cold cellar, but the effect was average.
Nangong Yan opened the ancestral training and learned that the Shangguan family had a cold spirit bead, which could ensure that his son's path to cultivating immortals was smooth.
After that, in his twenties, the Nangong family forced Shangguan Shengyuan to hand over the cold spirit bead several times.
But Shangguan Shengyuan really didn't, his mouth was worn out, Nangong Yan just didn't believe it.
That's why his daughter was poisoned.
Thinking back on the past, Nangong Yan was silent for a moment and then said, "Then why are you doing this?" ”
Zhou Yishan chuckled, "The exercises you practice are not complete, I don't think it's because you don't want to practice but because the exercises are defective, so it's causing you to stagnate." ”
Nangong Yan's eyes were stunned, "That's right, how do you know?" ”
Zhou Zhou Shan explained calmly, "Of course I know, because I have reached the realm of Immortal Venerable, although the exercises of each sect are different, have you ever heard the same origin?" ”
Nangong Yan knew something about this, he said, "The ancestors left a relatively complete family tree, and I also know some of the same origins, saying that it is the practice used by thousands of sects, which originated from the ten thousand law tablets in the ancient period, after the ten thousand law tablets were broken, there were many ways to cultivate immortals between heaven and earth, and there were sects in later generations." ”
It seems that the ancestors of the Nangong family really left a lot of things, and these legends have been left behind.
Zhou Yishan nodded, "That's right, so the exercises are different but of the same origin, all the exercises are to help immortal cultivators absorb the aura of heaven and earth to supplement the dantian, and after the dantian is formed, its size is your achievement." ”
"If the dantian is a drop of water, your cultivation will not be high, if it is the sea, your cultivation will not be shallow."
These words woke up Nangong Yan, and the things left by his ancestors were all realized by himself, and the decades he took were all detours.
Now Zhou Yishan reminded him that he had a feeling of sudden enlightenment.
After being silent for a long time, he finally agreed, "In this case, I am willing to believe you once, if the Taoist really attacks my son, I will cooperate with you to kill him at that time." ”
"If the situation is not what you say, you don't want to get out of this dungeon, you have enough strength to break the steel cage here, but this formation can kill you at any time."
Listening to his own words, Zhou Yishan's face was full of disdain.
"You should figure it out, your son's life is still in my hands, if I have three long and two short, you have to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man."
For the threat, Nangong Yan was still helpless,
Fortunately, everything is still undecided, because the Taoist chief has not yet returned.
He swept his cold eyes and said contemptuously, "Don't worry, it's the mule or the horse that will always pull it out for a walk, since that's the case, I will wronged you to stay here for a few days." ”
Zhou Zhoushan looks at the environment here and is okay, but the slate bed for sleeping is a little hard.
He smiled, "Can you trouble the head of the Nangong family to get me a bed quilt, this place is dark and a little cold, and I'm afraid of catching a cold at night." ”
Nangong Yan looked at the guards beside him, "Prepare a quilt for him, a few steamed buns and a bottle of water, no one is allowed to step into this house without my permission." ”
"Yes."
With that, he left.
The house.
Nangong Han's pain had just stopped, and the heart-rending pain lasted for about three hours every night, starting at midnight.
Mother Mu Qingyan looked at her son distressedly, and at this time, Nangong Han's face was pale and his clothes were wet.
Lying motionless on the ground is like a dying person.
With tears in her eyes, Mu Qingyan complained to Zhou Zhoushan, "This brute has harmed my son so much, I will skin him and drink his blood." ”
Hearing this, Nangong Yan walked over and stroked the helper, signaling her to get out of the way.
He got his son to bed himself.
Nangong Han's eyes were dilated, he had nothing to love, and when the pain came, he just wanted to die early.
Due to the excessive pain, his body still convulsed......