The old man was hunched up, but his face was kind but there was a gloomy smell.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been difficult for Jiang Xiaoman to believe that such two extremes would appear in the same person.

is obviously very old, but there is not the slightest furrow on the old man's face.

On the contrary, his complexion was ruddy and delicate like that of a baby.

There is a clarity in the turbidity between the eyes, and the vicissitudes of life are unabated but magnificent, like dead wood in spring.

It seems that the old man himself is such an extreme, ghostly but vibrant.

Looking at the rickety figure standing in front of the door, Jiang Xiaoman's pupils shrank slightly, and he blocked the little girl behind him without a trace.

For no reason, I remembered that when I read enlightenment books when I was a child, there was a volume of "Sophistry Chapters" in "Shanhailu", which was recorded, "There is a vein of refining corpses and controlling corpses in the land of Kyushu, which is divided into nine sects and eighteen sects. Among them, the best can refine themselves into living corpses, 3,000 years of immortality as a corpse king, 3,000 years of immortality as a corpse emperor, 3,000 years of immortal corpse emperor, and a longevity of nearly 10,000 years. Nine thousand years later, if you can use the corpse to prove the Tao, you can also soar to immortality in the daytime. Before enlightenment, life is not extinguished, and life is full of life. ’

The corpse king has no shadow, the corpse emperor has no soul, and the corpse emperor has no soul.

There are countless candles in the Moon Tower, as bright as day.

At this time, under the old man, there was no shadow.

Everything in the world is spiritual, containing three souls and seven spirits.

Man is the chief of all souls, and naturally he is the most spiritual.

When he was born in his mother's womb, his spirituality was almost an innate deity, like a surging river.

Secular mortals, as they grow older, lose their spirituality, like rivers drying up day by day.

Until one day, the river will be cut off and completely dried up, and its longevity will be exhausted.

The year is cold, after Jiazi, few can live another Jiazi.

If you don't cultivate martial arts, don't go to heaven, and don't pick the essence of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, you will inevitably escape the reincarnation of the sun and the moon.

When the longevity of the sun is over, it will also return to dust, and eventually become a handful of loess.

Martial Dao Heavenly Dao, in the final analysis, can't escape the way of immortality.

Historically Kyushu, every great life.

There is no one in ten who can truly live as an immortal.

Martial arts is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the sky.

The ancients ascended to the sky step by step, and this is probably what it meant.

This Kyushu, this rivers and lakes.

Tens of millions of martial artists are immortals, wanting to fight for immortality in the red dust.

Everyone in the world wants to live forever, they all want to live forever, and they all seek to live forever.

But in the end, they all sighed for immortality.

It is difficult to live forever, and it is difficult to look at the sky after ascending to the sky.

So there was an alternative way to seek eternal life.

The vein of refining corpses belongs to this.

The three souls of people, the heavenly soul is hidden in the heavenly spirit, the name is fetal light, and the main weather luck is the first.

The human soul is hidden in the sea of knowledge, the name is called the ghost, and the weather luck after the Lord is lucky.

And the soul of the earth dwells in the shadows, and the Lord is virtuous in his previous life.

The heavenly spirit, the sea of knowledge, and the shadow are the soul shells.

Accept the three souls, contain the spirit.

Refining corpses and controlling corpses is a vein, and most of the nine sects and eighteen sects are like this.

He wants to refine himself into a living corpse in order to achieve immortality.

You must first refine your own body and soul, and break off the entanglement of your previous life.

If the soul of the earth is broken, the soul shell will be scattered.

This unknown surname is an old man of unknown origin.

Since there is no shadow under the lamp, the whole body is full of life.

Its origin is not difficult to guess.

Most of them are disciples of the Nine Sects and Eighteen Sects.

Since he has refined the soul of the earth in his body, he will be the king of corpses and enjoy a life span of three thousand years.

In terms of cultivation alone, you can slaughter princes and suppress god kings.

The so-called loss must be gained, and this has been the case since ancient times.

With the corpse to prove the Tao, the price will naturally not be small.

Alternative immortality for 9,000 years is already against the way of heaven.

If you can't ascend to immortality, you will fall into the netherworld forever, and you will not be liberated from life to death.

Such a terrifying and powerful man appeared here.

Naturally, it won't be a whim.

The picture must be not small.

"The junior Jiang Xiaoman of Vermilion Bird City has seen his seniors. ”

The boy held the two girls behind him and spoke softly.

Although he was smiling, his clothes were already soaking wet.

The old man walked tremblingly, and took the sluggish-looking boy into the room.

Sitting at the table, he picked up a small white porcelain cup that was buckled upside down, and refilled with a cup of warm tea.

The two open doors behind him closed together with a "snap" as the old man sat down.

Holding the fragrant tea in his hand, the old man coughed slightly, then raised his head, looked at the slightly pale young man not far in front of him, chuckled, and said slowly: "Introduce yourself, the old man's surname is Xuan, and his single name is a pale character." ”

The old man who claimed to be Xuan Cang stroked his beard, looked at Jiang Xiaoman with a kind expression, and stroked the top of the head of the sluggish boy beside him with a dry palm like rotten wood, and continued to speak: "The method cultivated by our vein is contrary to the way of heaven, so it is not tolerated by heaven and earth, and it is condemned by heaven and earth. The higher the cultivation, the more so. That year, I first entered the realm of the Ghost King. Pity my grandson, who has already suffered God's punishment when he was still in his mother's womb, and he is less soulful than ordinary people. ”

The old man's voice was very calm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seemingly, there is not much sadness.

On the contrary, in the eyes that stared at Jiang Xiaoman, there was a fiery meaning like fire.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't know what the old man meant by this, so he took a step forward and arched his hand: "Although the juniors sympathize with the plight of the seniors, I am neither a pharmacist nor a disciple of the witch clan who can summon spirits, and I ask the juniors to forgive me for not being able to help." ”

"No!" The old man shook his head, his eyes fell on the pale and snowy face of the little boy, and said softly: "My grandson's illness, in this world, only you descendants with the blood of the Five Domains Imperial Family in your body can help!"

"Oh?" Jiang Xiaoman was slightly stunned, glanced at the boy who was like a marionette, and couldn't help but sigh: "In this case, wherever you can help your seniors, as long as you don't violate your conscience, your juniors should do their best to help them!"

The rivers and lakes are far away, and the chivalrous spirit is still a teenager at most.

Since you have entered this river and lake, you have to do this.

No matter how big the truth is, it can't be as big as the word chivalry.

Even if this old man surnamed Xuan broke into the wing room so rudely, Jiang Xiaoman only thought that he was saving Sun Xinxin.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, the old man grinned, and his expression became more and more intense: "Little Lao'er doesn't need Jiang Gongzi's conscience, my grandson's illness is simple and simple, and it is difficult to say, I want to borrow a medicine from Jiang Gongzi." ”

"What kind of medicine leads?" Jiang Xiaoman's expression couldn't help but be a little puzzled, he was not a pharmacist.

Not a pharmacist, not pharmacology.

body, how can I say that the medicine is introduced.

"Since my grandson has lost a soul and a soul, he must be repaired. I have an old friend who has no last resort in his life, and the heavens in the world can't escape his eyes, and he told me before sitting down that if you want to make up for my grandson's missing soul, you must choose a descendant of the Five Domains Royal Family, draw his soul to take away his soul, and refine it into the seven orifices of my poor grandson, so as to make up for the missing soul and soul. Today, when I enter Beiliang, I want to borrow the soul of the little brother of the Jiang family to use it as medicine, and he will set up an immortal monument for you when my grandson's soul is complete!"

The old man stood up tremblingly, and his voice was very soft, as if talking to himself.

The words fell, and they disappeared in place.

In an instant, Jiang Xiaoman's heart was awe-inspiring, and the pores all over his body stood upside down.

It is a human instinct, and the higher the cultivation, the more so.

Martial arts cultivation is the strongest to touch the Heavenly Dao, and it is even more able to predict good luck.

Before he had time to react, he turned around almost instinctively, raised his hand and slapped his palm.

After hearing this, I saw a hole in the wall of the wing.

Immediately, Jiang Xiaoman slapped his palms forward lightly and pushed Ji Xiaoyue and Miss Xiao out of the room.

This time he didn't use much strength, but with a sense of skill, as if he was afraid of hurting the two girls.

"Ginger worm!"

"Jiang Gongzi!"

Ji Xiaoyue and Xiao Ying spoke almost in unison.

All this is less than two breaths.

Although Jiang Xiaoman's strength was not large, it all happened too suddenly.

Looking at the two girls, Jiang Xiaoman's mouth opened and made a 'wait for me' mouth shape.

If it weren't for Xiao Ying dragging Ji Xiaoyue's arm tightly, this girl would really rush back to the room again.

Before Jiang Xiaoman could pull out the long sword at his waist, the space behind him was distorted.

Immediately, the old man who called himself Xuan Cang had already stepped out.

Raise the dry palm of your hand and place it on the boy's back.

Xuan Cang didn't rush to make a move, but just laughed softly: "I can't see that the Vermilion Birds of the Jiang family are all lovers, and the strength of pity and cherishing jade makes the old man sincerely admire." That Jiang Ponu was like that back then, and you are the same today, little brother!"

Laughing, with a hint of playfulness.

Jiang Xiaoman was also simply, since he couldn't escape, he simply raised his two hands and turned around slowly, looked at the old man and said with a smile: "My father said that a man should live for a lifetime, rice is used to eat, soup is used to drink, and this daughter's family is used for petting." Since the person the seniors are looking for is me, there is no reason to bother them. ”

As he spoke, the young man's smile became brighter and brighter, and he grinned: "It's you, senior, although you are eager to save Sun Xinxin and want to smoke my soul, but you are not in a hurry to do it." Come to think of it, in this Moon Tower, there must be people who are jealous of their predecessors hidden in the dark. ”

"You're very smart!" the old man withdrew his palm, and with a slight wave of his robe, twelve small dark red flags flew out from the spacious robe, but they were only inches, but the bloody aura was extremely strong.

All of a sudden, twelve small dark red flags were planted in all corners of the room, which happened to coincide with the twelve stem branches of the Zhou Tian.

A blood-colored curtain of light overflowed, gradually condensing and forming, enveloping the entire room.

The old man pinched the magic trick with his ten fingers, and his sleeve robe waved twelve times in succession.

After the circle was completely stabilized, he withdrew his hand.

With his hands behind his back, staring at Jiang Xiaoman, Xuan Cang smiled and said, "However, Huiji will be injured." The smarter the offspring, the more likely it is to die early. ”

Being stared at like this by Xuan Cang's eyes that were more smiling than Senran, Jiang Xiaoman felt a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.

This look is not disguised at all.

It's like the most ferocious mastiff in the world when it plays with its prey.

There is playfulness and banter.

More of it, it's a touch of cold-bloodedness.

There is a ruin in the north of Kyushu.

To the north of the ruins, there is a wild ancient land.

In the wild ancient land, there are wild beasts.

Although he cannot take human form, his mind is not inferior to that of man in any way.

Among them, the best can devour immortals!

Mastiff, for one of them.

can feed on the same race, and there is no more cold-blooded person in the world than a mastiff.

Despite this, Jiang Xiaoman didn't feel afraid at all.

Instead, he laughed with the old man.

The smile is bright, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"What are you laughing at?" Xuan Cang was stunned, retracted his smile, frowned and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid, how can I not be afraid? But I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to see my father and mother again, and I won't be able to see Sister Moli, I'm afraid that they will be sad. Jiang Xiaoman's smile became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't help but turn his head and want to take another look at Ji Xiaoyue's dead girl through the blood curtain.

Unfortunately, it was chaos.

The blood was thick, blocking the young man's view.

Although Jiang Xiaoman has not yet awakened the Vermilion Bird bloodline in his father's mouth, and has not yet entered the ancestral Taimiao to engrave his name on the ancient monument of the Jiang family, he is still the male of the Jiang family.

Kyushu knows that the boy of the Jiang family is Shura.

Since it is Shura, why is he afraid of death?

"Yes, no one is not afraid of death!" Xuan Cang lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and smiled at Jiang Xiaoman: "I'm sorry, little brother of the Jiang family, if it weren't for the fact that my grandson urgently needs the nirvana blood of your Jiang family's Vermilion Bird to replenish his soul, the old man is really a little reluctant to kill you!"

"Where are there so many ifs in this world!" Jiang Xiaoman ignored the old man's slowly raised palm and muttered quietly, still tilting his head and narrowing his eyes slightly.

In the end, the most feared and reluctant is still the dead girl.

The young man remembered the sentence that Miss Xiao wrote on the table not long ago with wine as ink.

Letting Xuan Cang's palm caress his heavenly spirit, Jiang Xiaoman tilted his head and looked at the blood curtain that blocked his vision, and muttered softly: "You are on the top of the mountain, mountain after mountain." I'm in the river, across the river. There are trees in the South Ridge, and there are branches in the North Sea, and the end of the world is close at hand, and it is impossible to see. ”

Love is deep, and I am most afraid of losing.

Afraid of life and separation, but even more afraid of death.

I didn't admit it anymore, but I was still moved.

The old man's body was like the sea, and his palms were like lightning, and he came out in vastness.

splashed a vicious wave that was higher than the other, trapping Jiang Xiaoman in place and unable to advance or retreat.

Outside the blood curtain, Ji Xiaoyue was already in tears.

The little girl couldn't break free, so she opened her mouth and bit Xiao Ying's arm in a hurry.

The girl surnamed Xiao frowned tightly, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, allowing the little girl to bite her arm until scarlet blood dripped from her arm, still hugging Ji Xiaoyue's slender shoulders tightly and not letting go.

"Sister Xiao, I beg you to let go!" Ji Xiaoyue raised her head, looked at Xiao Ying and pleaded, "I'm going to save Jiang Xiaoworm!"

Xiao Ying didn't speak, bit her lip tightly, and shook her head fiercely.

"Hey, you girl, you've never let people go. ”

Suddenly, a voice rang out from nothingness.

Ethereal and tactful, like an immortal in the nine heavens.

"Master!"