Chapter 122: Heavenly Machine

"Take a bite of your heart's blood!"

The old Taoist priest's eyes suddenly burst out, his body had begun to tremble, and a trace of dark red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Heart's blood?" Yingquan was stunned, not understanding the old Taoist's intentions.

"Hurry up!" the old Taoist priest urged.

Yingquan looked at the scene in front of him, gritted his teeth secretly, stretched out two fingers in his heart, and then felt the qi and blood in his body surging, his throat moved slightly, and Yingquan suddenly opened his mouth!

"Whew!"

A scorching breath steamed instantly.

With a bright red brilliance, Yingquan's forced blood has been fused on top of the nine pieces of ink jade!

"Condensation!"

The previous brilliance dissipated with the old Taoist priest's soft drink.

"Jingle bell!"

Without the support of the old Taoist True Yuan, the black jade, which had been fused together, fell from the ground in mid-air and made a crisp sound like Ling'er.

"Whew!" The moment Mo Yu fell just now, Ying Quan couldn't help but worry for a while, and at this time, he was relieved to see Mo Yu lying quietly in front of him, unharmed.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

Yingquan, who was relaxed, immediately felt a wave of weakness in his body, but without the slightest surprise, he could even feel the dullness on his face.

"Senior!" Ying Quan held the black jade in front of him in the palm of his hand, and came to the old Taoist priest's side with a vain step.

The old Taoist priest was still holding on to this breath, and the Taoist robe on his body had long been red from the blood on his chest, and the old Taoist priest seemed to hear Yingquan's call, and slowly opened his closed eyes.

Yingquan clearly saw one of the dead breaths blinding, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, he never thought that his trip would take the life of this senior!

"The limit of the old Taoist has arrived, Taoist friends don't have to be like this, holding on to a breath is just waiting for you!" After saying this, a burst of brilliance suddenly erupted in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, shooting into Yingquan's eyes.

"Uh!" Ying Quan snorted, and slowly collapsed to the ground with a look of disbelief.

The moment the old Taoist priest saw Yingquan fall to the ground, he showed a reassuring smile.

He closed his eyes and died.

Fluttering and flickering, Yingquan suddenly felt his body sink suddenly, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Where is this!" Ying Quan looked at the darkness in front of him, slightly flustered, but instantly immersed himself.

Because, I saw a phantom in front of me.

"Fellow Daoist!" The person in front of him was the old Taoist priest just now!

"Who the hell are you, what did you do to me, where is this?" asked Yingquan vigilantly, even with a hint of hostility!

"Old man Shen Kuo. The phantom didn't have the slightest expression, and then said: "This is the essence of Lao Dao's life, and I also ask Daoist friends not to resist, open your heart and accept it!"

As soon as the words fell, Yingquan felt that his eyes were dark again, and he was groggy and didn't know what to do.

I don't know how much time passed, Yingquan finally felt a glimmer of light, Yingquan stood up with his body and slowly looked at his surroundings.

Still in the house of the old Taoist priest.

Looks like a whole day should have passed.

Yingquan recalled the previous events, and vaguely heard that the old Taoist priest was called Shen Kuo, and Shen Kuo's name was known to everyone in the Great Song Dynasty, but according to legend, he died more than ten years ago and was buried in his hometown!

His hometown is Qiantang County in Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

"Fellow Daoist, please look at Lao Dao's lifelong skills, as well as this piece of ink jade, don't let my Great Song River's river fall into the hands of foreigners!" This was the last sentence that Shen Kuo said in the most Yingquan.

Yingquan picked up Shen Kuo's body and walked out of the courtyard, and the little Taoist priest before was gone.

"The words of the predecessors, the poor road should be remembered!" Ying Quan saluted respectfully to Shen Kuo's tombstone!

Even if there is no ink jade given to him by Shen Kuo, based on Shen Kuo's perception of his cultivation in this life, it is worth Yingquan to give him this salute.

Yingquan felt the power of his whole body that had been reborn, and in the middle of the congenital stage, the distance between the congenital achievements was a line!

The shackles have loosened a lot.

Ten layers of shackles, now only more than thirty percent are still trapped in themselves!

Now his combat effectiveness is not what it used to be, but the more this is the case, the more Yingquan can feel the power of those veteran masters!

For example, Cai Jing is first-class, and he is still not his opponent, after all, the difference between each layer of the congenital is too big, and it will not work to do things by leapfrogging under normal circumstances.

In short, Yingquan, who has greatly increased his skills at the moment, does not have much confidence.

According to Yingquan's estimation at this time, he is almost the same as Lin Chong and the others at the moment, even compared to Ye Yulou, there is still a considerable distance!

But it's enough, at least with the magic secrets learned from Chen Tuan Ancestor, he finally has the power to protect himself, and when he speaks in the future, he doesn't always have to use the name of Ancestor.

After all, Hangzhou is Fang La's old nest, not a place to stay for a long time.

After waiting in Shen Kuo's courtyard for a long time, and not seeing his disciples coming, Yingquan didn't want to wait too long.

I wrote a note and left.

......

"Who is this Yingquan?" Not long after Yingquan left, a group of people found here, and the leader looked at the note in his hand and asked suspiciously.

"Hui Shenggong, this person's name has been circulating on the rivers and lakes recently, saying that he is a disciple of Huashan Xiyi Zhenren, and like the previous Huashan disciples, he also took refuge in the imperial court, and now he is suspended in Liumen. A man dressed as a scribe said respectfully to the man who took the lead.

actually called this leader the Holy Father, what is the origin of this group of people?

"Disciple of Huashan?" The Holy Father frowned slightly, and then said to another person: "Tianding, let your people check when he came to Jiangnan and what he came to Jiangnan for." ”

"It's the father, the boy will send someone to investigate!" After answering, he walked out quickly.

A total of eight people from this group came, four main characters, and four servants.

The first person in this is Fang La, who is known as the Holy Duke of Jiangnan, who is said to be the leader of the Ming Sect, and his skills are unfathomable.

The person dressed as a scribe around him is the think tank in the sect, the demon fox king Lou Minzhong.

The person who went out just now was none other than Fang La's son, Fang Tianding, who was in charge of all things in Hangzhou.

In the end, following Fang La's side, it was the most outstanding master of the younger generation in the sect, Fang La's nephew, Fang Jie!

I don't know what happened to these four people when they came to Shen Kuo's residence.

It's just unfortunate that Yingquan just left an hour ago, and he missed this group of people and happened to stagger it.

These things, Yingquan, which has been out of Qiantang County, naturally does not know. (To be continued.) )