"In that case, let's try to refine this Golden Cicada Dao Seed now. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info," the old monk said.

The old monk first asked Li Yingyuan to recite the Taoist scriptures by himself to calm down, and when he was completely calm, he handed him a pill, but asked him to break the pill in half and only eat half a piece.

"This is the Hundred Herb Essence Yuan Pill, which is not a particularly precious thing, it can only be regarded as an entry pill. However, you can't use those really powerful tiger and wolf medicines, so it's best to use this Hundred Herb Essence Yuan Pill to build a foundation. ”

Li Yingyuan swallowed the pill, only to feel a heat rising from his abdomen, warm and mellow, only to feel that all the limbs and bones were smooth.

The old monk took out another incense burner made of brass, the style was simple, and it seemed that it had been used for a while. Then, the old monk took out a paper bag and poured all the powder into the incense burner.

"This is the sunflower pollen I got from a cave, pure and innocent, and it is the most suitable for medicine. The old monk explained.

I saw that he had a pinch of his hand, and a cyan flame came out of the palm of his hand, and he pointed to the incense burner, but the flame floated lightly into the incense burner. The sun pollen was ignited by this flame, and a golden flame came out.

At this time, the flame was already golden and blue, bright and shiny, but there was no trace of smoke. The old monk took off the purple Buddha beads he was wearing, his face showed a look of pity, and then he made up his mind to take off a Buddha bead and throw it into the incense burner.

I don't know what this Buddha bead is made of, but the flame that was originally gold and blue turned into purple, gold and blue, and it burned there.

"The true fire of Samadhi has been completed, and it's time to cast ambergris. As he spoke, the old monk took out another piece of Chen Xiang Pimple from his arms, broke a large piece and put it into the flame.

I saw that a smoke gradually came out of this old incense, which was actually a translucent smoke incense, rising towards the roof. There was a fragrance in the room, but this fragrance did not enter the body from the mouth and nose, but seemed to penetrate directly into the heart and lungs from the 48,000 pores of the body, which made people feel that the whole body was full of Tai, and the body seemed to be much lighter.

The old monk picked up the amber sealed with the golden cicada seed and put it on the incense, but it was roasted with the incense. I saw that the amber-shaped Dao source slowly melted like ice cubes under the action of the incense, and drops of golden liquid dripped into the incense burner.

However, the Buddha beads were obviously not enough to burn, so the old monk took a few more Buddha beads and threw them into the incense burner. When the amber Daoyuan was almost melted, the golden cicada inside began to struggle, but I don't know what method the old monk used, the palm of his hand just made a virtual grip on the side of the golden cicada, and the golden cicada seemed to be bound by something invisible, but it couldn't get out.

As soon as the old monk signaled to the Song guerrilla on the side, the Song guerrilla took out a small handful, pulled Li Yingyuan's right hand, and pulled it up into the palm of his hand.

Li Yingyuan was taken aback and wanted to pull his hand out, but the guerrilla force was so great that Ying Yuan couldn't move.

"Don't move. Song guerrilla warning, and then put Li Yingyuan's hand on top of the golden cicada, palm-side down, only to see blood flow down from the palm of the palm and drip onto the golden cicada.

After all the amber Daoyuan was melted, the golden cicada, which had been struggling, suddenly shook its wings, as if it was about to fly away from the old monk's control, but unfortunately the old monk had profound skills, so he restrained the golden cicada in the air and prevented it from flying.

Li Yingyuan also understood a little at this time, and no longer struggled, only to see the blood dripping onto the golden cicada, and then falling into the incense burner, making a sizzling sound.

The golden cicada suddenly drilled down, unexpectedly broke free from its restraints, and threw itself into the incense burner.

"Don't let the golden cicada run away. The old monk shouted, grabbed Li Yingyuan's palm and pressed it into the incense burner, covering the entire top of the incense burner.

"Ah!!!" Li Yingyuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, and couldn't help shouting.

The golden cicada was desperately slamming into the incense burner, and Li Yingyuan, who was burning in flames, shouted in pain, but at this time, it would fall short if he took a step back, and Li Yingyuan insisted on supporting it and not letting go.

I don't know how long it took, the movement in the incense burner suddenly became smaller, and just when Li Yingyuan was curious, he felt a hot thing drill into his palm, and it hurt his heart and lungs all of a sudden.

Li Yingyuan slowly turned over his palm to take a look, only to see that the golden cicada in the incense burner had disappeared, but a golden cicada-shaped bulge bulged out in the palm of his right palm, as if there was a living thing in it, trembling again and again.

"Is this the end?" Li Yingyuan was a little puzzled. "Jin Cicada is considered to be in the body, but how do you feel that things are far from over?"

At this moment, the translucent smoke in the room suddenly gathered in the palm of the right palm, showing a vortex shape, and was absorbed little by little with the trembling of the bulge.

Then, the bulge suddenly vibrated violently, and it went up the meridians from its original position, and it looked like a small worm burrowing from under the skin to the top of the arm.

"How can this be done, the golden cicada must be sealed with the Lao Gong acupoint. The old monk grabbed Li Yingyuan's arm, and Li Yingyuan felt a strange cold power coming from the old monk's palm, and down the meridians, forcing the golden cicada to retreat little by little.

The old monk was also sweating on his forehead at this time, and when he pressed the golden cicada little by little to the position of the Lao Gong acupoint in the palm of his hand, he pointed at the golden cicada in the palm of his hand with a finger of his left hand.

The bulge wrapped in the golden cicada suddenly exploded, and it seemed that a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, Li Yingyuan thought that the golden cicada had taken the opportunity to escape, but saw that the golden light shrank back again, and suddenly became a very small point, and it actually disappeared into the Lao Gong acupoint.

"This is over, right?" Li Yingyuan was overjoyed, and just wanted to say something, but he felt a sudden pain from the Lao Gong acupoint in the palm of his hand, and then the world spun around, and he fainted.

"The first level has finally passed, but I didn't expect this golden cicada to be more difficult to control every time than the previous one, if it doesn't succeed this time, I'm afraid it won't be successful next time. The old monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Song Guerrilla.

"This golden cicada Dao species, every time a person dies, it can devour that person's soul and qi and blood, strengthen itself, and become stronger and stronger, but it is a problem. ”

Originally, the old monk said to Li Yingyuan that every time a person dies, the golden cicada will become weak accordingly, and at this time, Li Yingyuan fell into a coma, and the old monk told the truth.

"It's still a teacher's divine skill, which can refine the divine cicada. Song guerrilla complimented. "If it doesn't work out this time, what should I do if Xiao Lingyinguan asks about it?"

"What to do, cold salad. It's just a little Taoist boy who wants to be vulgar, and Xiao Lingyin doesn't necessarily pay much attention to it.

When the time comes, it will be said that this Dao Tong came to the mansion as a guest, and remembered that the ancestor was too sad, and he died like this, and Xiao Ling Yinguan could still fight with Jinyi Wei for a Dao boy?

Lose some money at most. The old monk didn't care at all.

"The disciples can save it, and then the disciples will deal with them. Song Guerrilla smiled bitterly, but he also took the matter nonchalantly.

"By the way, if this kid can't wake up, you'll have to let your men continue to look for someone. You said that in this world, if you want to give away the Dao species, you can't find anyone, what is the matter?" the old monk scolded and scolded, but he didn't have the demeanor of the monk just now.

"Who's to say it isn't. Song Guerrilla followed and laughed.