The rapid beating of the heart slowly calmed down.

After straightening out the Taoist priest's memory, the first thing she did was walk over to the scrap of bone, the flames beating in her palm, and then a ball of fire fell.

They ignited as soon as they touched the fire, and burned quickly, and as the bones shrank little by little in the scorching flames, and then turned into dust that was almost unrecognizable, Lu Xingyao slowly put his mind at ease.

These things are not so much bones as a special kind of puppet.

This Taoist priest is indeed dead as Bo Yan said.

But his consciousness had been lurking above what he called a fortune puppet, and she had been struck by the protection of the spirit stones in the futon, the verdant beads.

The so-called luck puppet does not mean that this thing can absorb luck.

It's about putting a line of life and luck into it, and if you can really succeed, it's really equivalent to having a second life.

Lu Xingyao doesn't dare to underestimate the puppet techniques of this era now, although this is not like the interstellar era, with a sufficient degree of development in science and technology, but the materials of the puppets and the refining techniques combined with the means of cultivating immortals make the usefulness of these puppets unpredictable.

Although she didn't know if this luck puppet that had lost the first-line divine consciousness in it could still play a role, it was easy to leave hidden dangers if she didn't cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

In the memory of this Taoist priest for more than 90 years, Lu Xingyao has seen a lot of things.

Although this kind of infusion of memories has a sense of separation from her own spiritual consciousness, so that many things that may be recognizable to this Taoist priest in a flash, she needs to think about rummaging before she can match the number, but it is enough for a person who has just entered the immortal cultivation realm.

Especially, when he rewinded his memory by eighty years, to the time when he had just accidentally stumbled and was taken on the path of an immortal cultivator because he had saved an old man, Lu Xingyao actually saw a familiar person.

Or, if that person were younger, it would be what he remembers.

His robe was cut crookedly by him, his hair was only in a messy bun, and a chopstick was stuck diagonally, whistling and shouting the name of the evil monk.

This Taoist priest actually has a name that is quite inconsistent with his temperament, called Changning.

And the monk who called his name was the current head of the Mitian Sect.

It was very strange that the environment they were in didn't seem to be the Mitian Sect at this time, but somewhere else, but these long-ago memories had been damaged by the battle with Lu Xingyao and some of their divine consciousness had become unrecognizable, and she could only judge from the way these people dressed and cultivated into the realm, it should be in the real Immortal Cultivation Realm outside Fulong Ridge, not this corner.

Mo Zhi is really as he said in his heart, and he can really be regarded as a group of people in the sect.

But this treatment is because of the good Danqing he painted, that is, the beauty picture, plus the kind of character that has the potential to be girlfriends with any sister or sister.

Changning's memory can be described as scornful of this senior brother's style, but Mo Zhi's talent is quite high, at least compared to him, if he exhausts his longevity according to normal cultivation methods, it is impossible to build a foundation, it is much higher.

It's just that with the memory of this place, Lu Xingyao can only call it a catastrophe suffered by the sect, and these peaceful days have come to naught.

Mo Zhiyuan escaped to Fulongling to establish the Mitian Sect, while Changning relied on a book of soul distraction techniques to become a loose cultivator, but more precisely, an evil cultivator.

There was something that could be considered fate at the mercy of something, and after nearly seventy years of going around and around, the two men met again.

And the leakage that Bo Yan said was actually the place where Changning was accidentally found to hide and heal after Mo Zhi was seriously injured. Rao is Changning was a monk in the foundation building period, and Bo Yan only had the sixth level of qi cultivation at that time, and she still succeeded in killing this demon path here.

Master Mo really has a secret.

At least in terms of his talent, he didn't need to stay in a small place like Fulongling, but he could join other sects or just do a casual cultivation.

If he had been outside Fulongling for so many years, I am afraid he would have already expected Jindan.

But Changning was only a five-spirit root after all, and at that time, he was an attendant in the sect who planted spiritual rice fields, and he was not even a real disciple of the outer sect, so naturally he was no more beautiful than Mo Zhi.

Coupled with the blurring of memory, those old things can only rely on guesswork.

Changning felt that Mo Zhi must have some good things from the previous sect, and after the sudden chance encounter, he thought that Mo Zhi's appearance of age represented that he might have suffered some irreversible blow, but Mo Zhi was not a fuel-efficient lamp, even if he looked a little out of tune on weekdays, his cultivation was obviously much more steady and steady than Changning, who had taken the crooked path.

In the battle between Changning and Mo Zhi, he couldn't even see what kind of move Mo Zhi was using before he was forced to abandon the stand-in puppet and flee.

Of course, this defeat does not mean that Changning is a waste.

No matter how stupid he is, if he delves into some aspects, he should have some results.

The path of evil cultivation that Changning took did not mean that he only hoped that the method that would allow his cultivation to enter the realm quickly would allow him to plunder resources from low-level cultivators.

He has two specialties, one is formation, and the other is the production of puppets.

The former was in the service of the latter in his initial thoughts, while the latter was motivated by the mentality of a cunning rabbit.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Zhi, who can easily defeat him, obviously has to outperform in terms of cultivation and experience, and I don't know how many chips.

"It's really a sweeping monk-like character. ”

Lu Xingyao muttered as he walked over in the direction of the Shengmen indicated by the formation that Changning had left behind when he arranged this cave in his memory.

It was in the top corner of the grotto, and if she had found it herself, she probably didn't know how long it would have taken to find that position.

The Wind Walking Technique couldn't hold her float for so long, so she could only take out the short knife again, and tentatively prick it on the stone wall, but unfortunately this stone wall didn't seem to be just an ordinary stone, but more like a combination of fine iron and stone, although the blade pierced more than an inch and a little bit, it was not enough to support her to climb up.

Fortunately, there were still some dimples and pits on the stone wall, so she grinded her palms, carefully adjusted the position of her body, and took the first step.