"Vulture senior, you're not dead?"

"Stinky boy, do you want the ancestor to die so much?"

"But senior, where are you now?"

Wu Buru sighed deeply, and his tone was full of helplessness: "Ancestor, I am in your kid's body." ”

"What, vultures, what are you ...... How can it be in the body of the junior!" He Weiji was shocked again, what is the situation?

"You kid, can you not be surprised?" Wu Buru shouted, "Do you think the ancestor is willing to stay in your body? It's not the ancestor I said you, this body is too stumbling, it didn't take long for Xiao Zhou to get through, right? I can't even see a drop of jade liquid in the dantian, let alone return the pill." ”

"Senior, what the hell is going on?"

Under He Weiji's repeated questioning, Wu Buru reluctantly told what happened later that day. In short, Wu Buru was indeed "dead", and was hit by several meteorites one after another, even if he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, he couldn't bear it, and fell on the spot. And his primordial spirit was also in the shock of heaven and earth, and was weakened by various natural disasters and earth tribulations, and almost lost his soul. At that moment, He Weiji's blood-soaked chest suddenly lit up with dazzling blue light, and then the unruly Yuan Shen, who had nowhere to go, was sucked into the cyan mark on He Weiji's chest with a strong force, and could no longer come out. When Wu Buru woke up, he found that his Yuan Shen was trapped in a small transparent space, although he could still speak, he did not have a trace of True Yuan Mana in his body.

"In other words, senior, you are now only left with your consciousness residing in the imprint on the chest of your juniors, and you can only rely on your mind to communicate with your juniors in the sea of consciousness?"

"That's what happened. ”

"Then if the junior unfortunately dies, will the seniors follow with him, and the gods will be destroyed?"

"So what? don't think that this can threaten the ancestor, the ancestor, I have lived for tens of thousands of years, and the corpses I have eaten are piled up higher than the mountains, don't try to play tricks with the ancestor!" said Wu Buru viciously.

He Weiji snorted and laughed when he heard this: "Ancestor, you don't have any cultivation now, you can't do anything except talk and chat with me, what can I threaten you?"

"This ......" Wu Buru was speechless for a while, but then he remembered something, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Good boy, the ancestor was almost deceived by your rhetoric. Ancestor is now no longer cultivating, but Ancestor I still have these tens of thousands of years of experience, just leak a little bit out, you can be of infinite use!

He Weiji still smiled: "Yes, Ancestor, you have lived for tens of thousands of years and have rich experience. Then let me ask you, do you have any superior exercises that can point directly to the Great Dao and cross the Mahayana?"

"Didn't you kid ask knowingly? Ancestor, I am a black feather vulture into a refinement, cultivating bloodline inheritance, refining natal supernatural powers, all of which are exclusive to the demons of my own clan. You are a human race, and the ancestor can't learn it if he wants to teach you!"

"Isn't that what it is? He Weiji shook his head, "Then let me ask you again, is there a lost spell that can protect one's life and kill strong enemies?"

"Ancestor, I said it all, the demon clan has magical powers, and your human race can't refine it!"

"Then let me ask you again, is there a lost ancient secret recipe that can refine the elixir, which can help me cultivate the speed of the gods and improve the realm?"

"Ancestor, I am a rough demon, I used to do the business of cutting paths and robbing, and later guarded the cave for the old master Pingshan Great Sage, and I am not Langzhong, how can I know what prescription?"

"Then let me ask you again, do you know which ancient ruins can allow me to search for dragons and treasures and find opportunities?"

"This ancestor knows a place. ”

"Where?" said He Weiji.

"Nine...... Nine Curved Cave Heaven. Wu said uninhibitedly.

He Weiji held his forehead with one hand, was slightly stunned, and said with a wry smile: "So, Ancestor, ask yourself, what can I get from you? Your tens of thousands of years of experience are almost of no help to my cultivation." ”

The nameless jade jue left by the Great Wisdom Monk, the cyan mark on his chest that does not know its effect, and this 10,000-year-old demon king who has lived from three tribulations ago to today, are not idle, but they are not half beneficial when they are carefully studied. If this kind of thing is spread out, and it is made up into a story by future generations, and the listeners will not laugh off their big teeth, how can this little monk of the Qingxu Sect be so unlucky, God has given him a rare opportunity in ten thousand years, and in the end it is either something inexplicable, or some useless person.

Wu Bujian felt the frustration in He Weiji's heart, and he also felt unconvinced, he Xuanbiao Demon King had lived for tens of thousands of years, and had followed the great sage of the demon clan like the Great Sage of Pingshan for the best time, how could his experience be comparable to that of ordinary monks?

"Boy, don't be discouraged! I still don't believe in the ancestor, these tens of thousands of years of experience really don't help you at all? At least when you meet those famous and famous people before the Three Tribulations in the future, I can still recognize the ancestors. ”

Old Zu Mo laughed. He Weiji sighed, "It's been three tribulations, the immeasurable heavenly tribulations have descended three rounds, and how many monks can survive? What do I want to know so many dead people?"

"I can't see people, but I can still see things, those famous magic weapons before the Three Tribulations, I can recognize most of them from the ancestors. ”

"Ancestor thinks that the magic weapon before the Three Tribulations was a wild vegetable on the side of the road, which could be picked up as long as you lowered your head? Even if there is a magic weapon that can survive three immeasurable tribulations without being destroyed, and it has been passed down to this day, it is not something that my cultivation realm can touch. ”

Wu Buru was a little impatient, and scolded: "You stinky boy! This is not good, that is not good, you are willing to serve you as an ancestor?"

He Weiji suddenly smiled: "Ancestor, didn't you just say that I had a plan and didn't want to threaten you? Why did you take the initiative to help me cultivate now?"

"Stinky boy, are you stupid to be an ancestor? There are no wonders in the world of Wanzhou Continent, maybe there is a way to return the soul of the ancestor somewhere. But before the resurrection of the ancestor, he can only live on you, and once you die, the ancestor will be finished, so of course, the higher your kid's cultivation, the better, and you must not die. ”

"It's easy to say, but the road to cultivation is long, immortality is not expected, how many people can achieve it? ”

"It took eight hundred years of cultivation to cultivate a Yuan Infant, what kind of 'talent' is this? Don't think that the ancestor speaks ugly, you small sect have no future. If you want to improve your cultivation realm, the best way is to worship a big sect. ”

Wu Buru said casually, but He Weiji responded very seriously: "The master and I have the grace to save my life and the virtue of teaching, and I will definitely not do anything about betraying my master." ”

If you refuse to change to the teacher, then you can only wait for the blessings from heaven, although the source of blessings is rare, but it is not absolute. The old master mentioned before his death that he was still a lonely and nameless little demon, and he picked up a heaven and earth spirit fruit in a nameless cave, and the food was reborn and cultivated for a great increase, and then he became a great sage step by step. ”

"How many little demons are there in the world? How many great sages are there? Even if there is such a windfall, it must not be able to hit me. Speaking of this, He Weiji patted his head, "However, there is indeed something right now, and I want to ask the ancestor for help." ”

"What's the matter?"

He Weiji took out a silver silk cloud pattern pen from the treasure bag, and it was in the nameless study room of Jiuqu Cave Heaven that he inexplicably recognized him as the main pen after he completed the "resentment" of "the same enemy".

"Ancestor, do you recognize this pen?"

Although Wu Buji was trapped in the mark on He Weiji's chest, the two of them had their minds figured out at this moment, so what He Weiji saw was what Wu Buji saw. As soon as Wu Buru saw this pen, he exclaimed, "Where did this pen come from?