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Except for the ancestor who was in the early stage of the five awakenings, the strong people in the house were all four awakenings, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

At best, it is a small sect that is just a prestige on this frontier.

As long as he is given some time to fully recover the cultivation of the killing personality, he is ten percent sure that he can immediately condense his soul body, and then be promoted to the fourth awakening in one fell swoop!

When he comprehended the Yanghua stars before and condensed the killing clone, he was also useful for condensing the soul body.

At this moment, Yingchen's cultivation has already broken through the second awakening, and he recovers with the clone, and the two work together, doubling the speed.

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A moment ago, in the Ghost Lamp City, inside the Lotus Temple.

The thin man who hesitated was just about to get up and found that the jade bottle was no longer shaking, as if nothing had happened.

During that period, it was the time when Yingchen stopped resuming his cultivation and fought with Bao Ping's people.

He rubbed his ears, crossed his knees again, and continued to set up.

But with the death of Bao Ping and the rest of the people, after everything was calm, when Yingchen and the clone continued to resume their cultivation, the jade bottle shook again.

The thin man muttered, and after taking a moment to put the last few treasures in his hand, he was finally done, and then he slowly got up.

In just one day, he had already heard strange noises one after another, if it wasn't for the formation, otherwise how could he be bothered by such noise.

Now that the formation was completed, he looked at it a few times and rolled it into his sleeve, then turned around and walked towards the center of the hall.

"Why is it shaking... It's strange......" He looked at the jade bottle, puzzled.

At his feet, there was a circle with a diameter of one zhang, but it had long since become a phantom, and the range had shrunk to three feet in diameter many years ago.

In the past, there would be a lot of jade bottles here, carrying the cultivation of one outside monk after another, but as the years passed, the appearance of outside monks became less and less, and this circle became smaller and smaller.

There is also this jade bottle, even more noble than his status as a holy servant, which can only be taken down within the circle, and once it is exceeded, it will come back on its own.

He didn't know why.

I only know that these jade bottles are excellent and excellent treasures, and they are invaluable!

I heard that they were all made by the sages themselves, but as for the authenticity, no one knows.

Every monk from the outside world, after seventy-seven or forty-nine hours after entering the Holy Realm, can come here, stand in a circle, drink the water of the jade bottle, and resume cultivation.

Of course, outsiders can't drink it, only their own cultivation can be drunk.

After the monks from the outside world leave, different colors will be reflected in this circle, and each color will represent a different meaning.

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The thin man stood in the circle and took off the shaking jade bottle, as soon as he touched it, he didn't even look carefully, his pupils shrank, his heart chuckled violently, and his expression changed greatly.

"Impossible... There is less water... Less...... How could it be ...... less" he shook his head, as if he had never seen anything like this before.

This jade vase made by the sage himself, not to mention outside the hall, even outside the circle, how could it be that it was inexplicably missing by a third.

"Could it be ......" He seemed to think of something in his self-muttering, and then pinched the trick twice, and pointed to the jade bottle with words in his mouth.

I saw that with his fingertips as the center, a circle of ripples spread out, and a blurry picture gradually emerged on the surface of the jade bottle.

It was a young man, sitting cross-legged, sitting in front of the Changming Inn, closing his eyes, constantly recovering his cultivation.

"It can be forcibly restored directly... What is the origin of this son...... Isn't it the Holy Son?" the thin man breathed a sigh of relief and gasped again.

The relaxation is because the cultivation in the jade bottle is missing one-third, not because of outsiders.

Inhaling naturally, I found that the jade bottle was lighter, because it was recaptured by the owner of this cultivation.

"Interesting, funny little imp, worthy of the presence of this holy servant himself. The thin man put the jade bottle back on, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he had encountered something interesting.

He straightened his hair, put his hands on his shoulders, and flew out of the temple with his head held high, turning into a holy white light, and heading straight for the Changming Inn.

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As for Ying Chen, he also opened his eyes presciently, looking at the white light flying out of the ghost lamp city, swaggering, he frowned slightly, looked around, and let the killing clone go to the inn just in case.

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And in the ghost mansion of Ghost Lantern City, facing Bao Ping, who had not returned for a long time, the little young master seemed to be drunk, and he didn't think about it for a while.

The maid beside him naturally didn't dare to disturb, but Song Bald outside the courtyard was a little restless, but he didn't dare to venture in, so he could only wait.

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Outside the Changming Inn, the thin holy servant stood in mid-air, looking at Ying Chen below with great interest, and slowly spoke: "You are the first outside monk who deserves to be personally represented by this holy servant, this is a supreme honor, you know?"

Ying Chen raised his head slightly, glanced at it, and smiled.

Who did he think it was, it turned out to be the holy servant of the temple, and he had already heard the strange uncle mention that the holy servant of the temple was greedy for money.

Relying on the identity of a holy servant outside the body, under the pretext of resuming cultivation, he is crazy about blackmailing every monk in the outside world.

No one was spared.

"What are you laughing at?" the thin servant looked down at Ying Chen, and noticed that the other party's smile had some other meaning.

Yingchen didn't speak, just waved his sleeves, and immediately threw out a thousand taels of silver, spread all over the ground, shining silver in the rain.

"You... What are you doing here?" the thin servant was stunned for a moment, and immediately scolded.

Ying Chen waved his sleeves again, threw out a thousand taels of silver again, and looked at the thin holy servant with a smile on his face, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"What does this servant ask you for?"

There was an uproar, and this time there were two thousand taels of silver at once, and a piece of silver flowers, and the sound of silver and silver colliding, every time, stimulated the heart of this thin holy servant, making him suddenly red-faced, and eager to take it for himself immediately.

But he is a holy servant on a high level, how can he sit down in such a thing in front of the public, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous to spread it?

Although he is greedy for money, although the world knows that he is greedy for money, it is a good way to take it.

Ying Chen sneered in his heart, the other party's greedy appearance, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold back.

He continued to shake his sleeves, and this time, it was four thousand!

Together with the previous four thousand, together it is eight thousand taels of silver!

These all came from Zhao Tiezhu's storage bag.

Now, it's a good thing.

"You... You're insulting this holy servant!" the thin servant shouted, his eyes red as if he were about to burst into flames.

He was short of breath, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't even control his feet, and took a few steps forward.

In front of him, although it was only silver, it was a full eight thousand taels, which was not a small amount.

Looking at this young man's understatement, it seems that eight thousand taels are just a few copper plates, that is, the other party has more.

He just thought about it, and he was ecstatic.