Chapter 87: The Four-Story Tower of Rebirth, Life and Life Gradually Stop!
At the moment when Mo Xishi stood up straight and looked at the Medicine God Ding, the spiritual power in her body suddenly became chaotic, the flush on her face suddenly receded, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.
This mouthful of blood was not the sequelae of being cut by herbs, but it marked that the power of the Lihuo Pill she had swallowed was gradually dissipating, and the poison in her body was beginning to rebound. If there is no restraint, it won't take long for her to die next to this medicine god ding.
Mo Xishi looked at the Medicine God Ding that exuded a faint white glow, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she didn't expect that she had calculated everything, but she didn't calculate that it would take so much time for the Medicine God Ding to refine the pill, it seemed that she couldn't hold this poison avoidance pill to be refined.
Feeling the rapid loss of spiritual power in her body, her vitality gradually faded, her long black hair began to turn white, her skin began to lose its luster, and there were wrinkles on her flat forehead......
Mo Xishi looked at the entrance of the flower garden, shook her head helplessly, her eyes were full of despair, and slowly knelt on the ground. The faint white glow emanating from the Medicine God Ding shone on her, and her ears seemed to ripple with the tune that Master taught her when she was young:
"Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiongju. Bandit retribution, always think it is good.
Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with Qiong Yao. Bandit retribution, always think it is good.
Vote for me with Mu Li, and repay it with Qiongjiu. Bandit retribution, always think it is good. ”
"Ning Zhe, I owe you, I can only pay you back in the next life, hehe......" Mo Xishi shook her head with a wry smile, then slowly closed her eyes and fell to the ground......
Just when Mo Xishi tasted the herbs with her body, the layer under her feet was filled with purple thunder and fire, as if the entire world was about to be destroyed, and the black-clothed man in the thunder and fire in the sky walked in it with a calm face, constantly opening his mouth and swallowing the purple thunder fire into his mouth.
This person is Yuan Jun who accepted the inheritance of thunder, and after he entered this tower of death, he was directly teleported here and began to accept the inheritance of thunder. This is mostly due to the half of the thunder meaning that he originally had in his body. But even so, he encountered great difficulties when accepting the inheritance.
The meaning of thunder handed down by his ancestors is the first half of the entire lineage. The essence of it is to use the physical body to attract the heavenly thunder, temper the meridians and bones, and temper the strength of the body to a terrifying level.
But when Yuan Jun entered this inheritance land, he suddenly found that the second half of the thunder intention was actually to swallow all the thunder and fire in the sky, and then compress it and store it in the spiritual aperture of all bodies. Only in this way, when he mobilizes the thunder and fire of heaven and earth in the future, he can rely on his own strength to condense the thunder for attack, and the power is naturally not the same as the thunder formed by relying on foreign objects.
But the most difficult thing for Yuan Jun was the process of devouring the thunder fire, the feeling of scorching the meridians made him feel painful, although the monk's persistence made him persevere, but now every time he devoured a trace of thunder fire, he needed to spend dozens of times more time refining and storing than before. This long process was like a punishment called Ling Chi in the mortal world, which gradually made him unbearable.
As a result, from time to time there was a pig-like wail in the entire tower of death, which complemented the thunder and fire in the sky, giving people a feeling that the end was coming......
And on the top floor of the Tower of the Dead, a man in white was standing in front of a gossip diagram in a daze at this time.
This white-clothed man was Yang Xinhong, after he was teleported in, a white whirlpool appeared in front of him, and the energy escaping from the whirlpool was terrifying, and the spiritual power in his body was actually sluggish and could not flow at all.
Yang Xinhong was already suspicious, he had been tortured by Ning Zhe several times before, and now his cultivation had dropped greatly, as the most outstanding young disciple of the Snow Palace, his Dao heart had been affected unconsciously.
After standing in front of the whirlpool for two days, Yang Xinhong didn't dare to take a step, if it weren't for some accidents later, I'm afraid he would still be standing in front of the white whirlpool.
After entering the whirlpool, he was teleported to the front of the gossip map. This gossip diagram is composed of black and white, with a concave middle and is divided into eight doors: rest, life, injury, du, scene, death, shock, and opening. And the place where Yang Xinhong is standing is the birthplace of this gossip map.
"The meaning of reincarnation arises from birth, from death to extinction, from rest, from injury to delay, from shock to retreat, from scenery to ...... Therefore, the flow is uncertain, and it is for the ...... of reincarnation"
Just when Yang Xinhong was in doubt, an old voice sounded in his ears, as if telling the origin of this gossip map. Just when this voice sounded, the gossip map in front of him actually slowly rotated, but there was no change in the birth gate under his feet.
Yang Xinhong sat cross-legged in place, carefully comprehending the meaning of reincarnation escaping from it, but he was never allowed to enter......
Different from Mo Xishi's decision, Yuan Jun's pain, and Yang Xinhong's doubt, Ning Zhe has only one way of inheritance, and that is war.
It has been ten days since he entered the Land of Inheritance, and in these ten days, Ning Zhe has been in a state of frantic combat except for a rest of incense every day. Just three days ago, he had just comprehended his fearless faith, and the Yuanyang ruler in his hand successfully slashed the white-clothed old man on the opposite side under the sword.
But just as the old man dissipated, an old man in gray had already appeared in the same place, this time, the old man's name was Brave......
Ning Zhe stood on the ground leaning on the Yuanyang ruler, panting with a snort in his mouth, looking at the gray-clothed old man in front of him, scolding something vaguely.
If the old man in white before was a pervert, then the old man in gray was a pervert among perverts. In the past three days, he has been torturing Ning Zhe in various ways all the time, making Ning Zhe endure countless inhuman pains, and he also said that he wanted to exercise his mind so as to give him the strength to be brave......
Ning Zhe's wheezing sound stopped suddenly, the Yuanyang ruler in his hand hissed, and the sword condensed by spiritual power did not escape a trace, and directly slashed towards the gray-clothed old man opposite, the sound of gold and iron echoed in the main hall, and the sword qi in the sky was horizontal, Ning Zhe was once again slammed on the wall, and the blood foam in his mouth gushed out, and he was unconscious again......
At this time, Mo Xishi ushered in the biggest crisis in her life, lying on the ground, she looked at the long white hair, then looked down at the wrinkled hands, slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of tears silently lay down her cheeks, dripping on the ground, broken into several petals.
At this moment, the white Medicine God Ding suddenly stopped spinning, and dazzling white rays shot out from the middle, enveloping the entire garden.
The medicine god tripod that had stopped made a creaking sound, and the lid above it automatically flew up, and a white pill fell out of the middle and rolled to a few feet in front of Mo Xishi.
But this distance of a few feet is tantamount to the end of the world for Mo Xishi, who is now unable to move at all. In a snap of his fingers, in an instant, her face was old, and this beautiful woman just now was about to die......