Chapter 125: Returning Home
After burying Zheng Blind, Lin Xing walked out of Heyang Town and went all the way to the small mountain village where he once lived.
The Great Yan Divine Number and the Five Imperial Spiritual Techniques taught by Zheng Blind were all techniques that could only be cultivated during the foundation building period, but after Lin Xing understood this, he became more and more confused.
Why did this person accept him as the one hundred and ninety-second generation disciple of the Great Yan Sect? didn't even ask his own opinion, if he directly burned the Great Yan Divine Number and the Five Imperial Spiritual Recipes in the jade slip and sold them, it was expected that this blind man Zheng was already dead, and he couldn't help him at all.
Or is it ......
What has this person seen in the Great Numbers?
There is also this person's cultivation, he can obviously kill himself in seconds, but why did he die directly after teaching those two tricks, and there was no spiritual power left on the body after death, and even his physique was too weak to catch up with Shi Shoutian, who had been killed by Lin Xing.
While thinking, the wind suddenly blows.
The dark clouds between the heavens and the earth gathered, the crackling raindrops fell, the thunder and lightning flashed, and the forest line rose into the air with the trend, and walked against the wind, and the Xun character at the center of the eyebrows was lit with a faint light.
In the vast rain curtain, his thoughts spread out.
It shrouded the surrounding area of more than 600 zhang, and the grass and trees within a radius of more than 600 zhang were swaying, and thousands of creatures entered the eyes of Lin Xing, and he had an understanding at this moment.
Maybe the blind man Zheng had been observing him for a long time.
That's why he made the decision.
Xu is longevity has ended, or there may be other reasons, but now that Zheng Blind is dead, there is no way to pursue it, so he can only wait for the future, for example, Ren Xuan of the Ren family has also cultivated the Great Yan Divine Number, so does Ren Xuan have any unusual relationship with Zheng Blind?
Lin Xing remembered the voice that sounded in his head when Blind Zheng taught him two tricks, and the words 'punish traitors' echoed in his ears, and his face gradually became solemn.
He has an enmity with Ren Xuan.
The two fathers and sons of the Ren family both died because of him.
In the future, if Ren Xuan comes to the door, he can only fight to the death, and it is said that Ren Xuan is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and he has seen the powerful Lin Xing of the foundation building monk, but he has never had the slightest luck.
It was a fluke that he was able to bring that Qiao Yuan into the territory of Kunyin, and it was something that could not be repeated.
Thinking of Qiao Yuan, Lin Xing's eyes flashed.
He visualized the word shock at the center of his eyebrows, and refined all the thunder of this thunderstorm, and experienced the growth of the five-colored lotus flower in the dantian, and landed on the top of a mountain.
Concentrating and sinking into the Qiankun mirror, Lin Xing tried to communicate with the mirror spirit, but to no avail, he could only cautiously probe into the Kunyin realm, he took a deep breath, and his figure disappeared.
In the territory of Kunyin, Lin Xing's mind swept away, and then his figure flickered and disappeared again, returning to the top of the mountain, and he thought about it a little on the top of the mountain, and his heart was relieved.
In the territory of Kunyin, the foundation building monk was indeed dead.
His body sat cross-legged on the ground, lifeless, and even half an arm was missing, and the spiritual field was in a mess.
Lin Xing once again urged the Qiankun Realm to enter the Kunyin Territory.
He stood on the edge of the spiritual field, looked at Qiao Yuan's corpse, which seemed to have been dead for many years, and snapped out a spiritual power, knocking Qiao Yuan's corpse to the ground with a bang.
The thick frost condensed, freezing Qiao Yuan's corpse inside, and the old face was slightly distorted.
There was no reaction, he was completely dead.
Died of the exhaustion of longevity.
Generally speaking, the monk Shouyuan in the foundation building period was about two hundred years old, and when Qiao Yuan sought revenge on Lin Xing, he was already two hundred and two years old, and he was trapped in Kunyin for dozens of days, which is equivalent to decades, and even the body has shrunk a little, but it has not decayed.
Lin walked forward, and his mind swept around.
This person also prepared some back-ups, as if he wanted to plot against himself, but these back-hands also turned useless with the speed of the terrifying time passing in Kunyin.
Lin Xing dug a few times in the spiritual field with his bare hands, and a golden wheel was held in his hand.
Its texture is neither gold nor iron, nor jade.
There were only faint spiritual power fluctuations on it, and there were some remnants of power that Lin Xing couldn't understand, he looked at it a few more times, and put the golden wheel into the storage bag.
Coming to Qiao Yuan's corpse, Lin Xing felt a little pity.
At this time, the old guy's spirit aura had dissipated, and he couldn't enter the territory of Xunfeng to check his memory.
He took off the only storage bag on Qiao Yuan's body, and looked at the purple flame symbol on it, and his divine thoughts penetrated into it without any hindrance, and he was disappointed.
There is no half of the spirit stone in it.
There was only one jade box with the same purple flame sign, and Lin Xing looked at this purple flame sign.
He took out the Immortal Ascension Order from his storage bag.
Comparing the two, Lin Xing's heart moved.
He opened the jade box engraved with this purple flame symbol, and saw three immortal ascension orders lying quietly inside, all of which were exactly the same as his own immortal ascension orders!
Stroking the Immortal Ascension Order, Lin Xing's expression was obscure.
He also put his immortal ascension order in the jade box, put it in his storage bag, and stuffed Qiao Yuan's storage bag with no characteristics except for the relatively large space, and then looked at Qiao Yuan's corpse, the undamaged clothes, and showed a thoughtful expression.
This dress...... Could it be a magic weapon?
Lin Xing took off Qiao Yuan's clothes and put them in his storage bag, rubbing his chin.
From his storage bag, he threw the body of Shi Shoutian, which had been stored for a long time, and the body that had been separated from the corpse in the Kunyin Realm, and finally he decided to give up refining the walking corpse.
After all, as recorded in the Corpse Yin Recipe, the method of refining the walking corpse is too tragic, and it is necessary to refine the soul bell from the skull of hundreds of Xuan cats and the baby's small arm bones to complete the last step of refining the walking corpse.
It's too much trouble.
Lin Xing looked at the size of the Kunyin Realm a few more times, and found that the Kunyin Realm at this time, the part that had been reduced by his cultivation of elixir, had been completely replenished.
He nodded in satisfaction.
With a flash of figure, Lin Xing returned to the top of the mountain again.
The top of the mountain is relatively bare, but looking down at the woods, the forest continues to rush in the direction of the small mountain village.
Over the past few days, he has refined one percent of the spiritual power in his body by absorbing the thunder power during each thunderstorm, and he found that the spiritual power obtained from refining the thunder is extremely pure, and compared with this one percent of spiritual power, it seems extraordinarily vain compared to other spiritual powers in his body.
Lin Xing already had a plan in his heart.
If he converts the spiritual power in his body into pure spiritual power through continuous refining thunder, will the chance of breaking through to the high level of qi condensation increase a little......
Returning to the small mountain village where he once lived, Lin Xing felt a sense of homesickness, but he still took a step forward and returned to the home where he had lived for more than ten years.
Thick dust, layers of cobwebs.
In the dilapidated and simple shacks, Lin Xing paced back and forth, reminiscing and reminiscing until dawn.
A ray of morning sun pierced the haze and sprinkled on his former home, through the cobwebs, a little dazzling.
"Life is like everywhere,
It should be like Feihong stepping on slush. ”
Lin Xing sighed deeply.
He should never come back in the future, Lin Xing looked back and took a deep look, the quilt that was covered with black by himself, and then glanced at the spider's web in the corner of the wall.
After a while, a golden light rose into the sky.
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The Ziyan faction is located on the border of Qianyan, and now belongs to the side of Yingchuan in the country of Daye, Yingchuan is a mountain range that stretches for many thousands of miles, and it is rumored that in ancient times, there were immortals descending from heaven to preach and educate all sentient beings here.
Until tens of thousands of years ago, the ancestor of the Ziyan faction, Ziheng Zhenren, traveled here and established a sect.
Since then, the Purple Flame Sect has been one of the twenty-eight immortal sects in the Nanzhou Cultivation Realm, and although it has declined somewhat in recent thousands of years, it is still the largest immortal sect among the neighboring countries.
In less than two months, it will be the Purple Flame Sect's acceptance ceremony, and at that time, qualified children from several countries in the vicinity, as well as scattered cultivators who know about it, will rush to it.
Among them, the qualified children, after passing the test, will each apprentice and become the inner disciples of the Ziyan Sect, and those who fail to pass the test will be sent back to their respective places.
As for those scattered cultivators who rushed there, they would be used to enrich the power of the Purple Flame Sect's outer sect.
To put it bluntly, it is to act as cannon fodder.