It feels like a long time has passed, so long that Lin Zhining has the feeling that everything is wrong, and it seems that there is only a moment, but Lin Zhining is suddenly in a trance, and everything seems to have never happened.

But the coolness, the lively spirit in his mind, and some secrets about the shamanic sect clearly told him that all this was not his delusion.

Lin Zhining really didn't know how much time had passed, only the land under his body was already like a dead land, and the strange patterns on his body could be seen that he had been here for a long time.

This time, he didn't all get the benefits, although the soul inadvertently agitated the rhyme, which fit the "Sun True Fire Sutra", so that he had some more inexplicable insights into this unfathomable scripture, and resolved the crisis, refining those huge and complex breaths into pure spiritual power, containing most of the secret knowledge of shamanism, all refined and absorbed. But the calculations implied in the sheep's skull staff were not all aimed at his spirit, although the spiritual crisis turned into a harvest, and the physical troubles were even more difficult to solve.

The mottled miscellaneous qi polluted a part of his true qi, because the spirit could not control the true qi, most of his true qi was impregnated by these mixed breaths, and some gave up the entanglement with his true qi, and in his body, the abundant blood qi could not all wash away those chaotic miscellaneous qi, his body has been like a long time, gradually to the edge of decay, and the miscellaneous qi gathered, even on his skin, forming a strange pattern.

The land under him was infected by the evil qi of death, infected by Lin Zhining's true qi and blood, infected by the decayed and deteriorated true qi and blood, and the land that had not yet thawed became soft, and when the breeze blew gently, it was a fine dust of black and gray. This land, which was much larger than his body, was polluted by these breaths, and no plants could grow anymore.

Looking at the sheep skull staff that had fallen to the ground, which had lost its luster and was even full of pits, looking at the patterns like children's graffiti all over his body, and the large pieces of skin of different colors, Lin Zhining was not only glad in his heart, but also secretly amazed by the shaman's methods.

Lin Zhining, who had already obtained knowledge from the mottled aura, knew the origin of this bone staff, and also knew what kind of method the old shaman used.

This bone staff is a holy relic of the shamanic sect, it is a holy relic of the first generation of shamans to create a town religion, it has experienced the worship of shamanic priests in the past, and has experienced the high priests of the past generations to depict runes, which is similar to the "evil emperor relics" of the demon gate, but has a longer history and more strange power.

And Lin Zhining's feeling when he saw the old shaman was not wrong, the high priest did not understand martial arts, he had infinite wisdom, and a very clever spirit. When Lin Zhining met him, he had already sensed his own death, and began to inject his spirit into this bone staff, but Lin Zhining's appearance was an accident, an accident that he had to solve.

What he left to Lin Zhining was a very ordinary method in shamanism, a method of refining living people into apologetic weapons, if Lin Zhining was completely devoured by that dead and evil qi, he would turn into a "human demon", a humanoid weapon that did not know pain, did not know fatigue, and would only obey the orders of the person who controlled the sheep's skull staff.

Lin Zhining couldn't help but rejoice, he didn't know if the Star Chart would leave him once he was refined into a "human demon", whether he would continue to travel with him, whether he could still wake up from the control, whether the person who came to his senses was the high priest of the shamanic religion or himself, these were the consequences that he couldn't be sure of, and he didn't dare to try.

Fortunately, he is already sober, although his body has been hit hard, it is already a good result, at least, Lin Zhining is very satisfied with such an ending.

Lin Zhining can't take care of the troubles in his body for a while, he now wants to find a safer place to recuperate his body. Lin Zhining knew that after the death of the high priest, the new high priest would definitely come to retrieve the holy relics of the town religion. With my current situation, it is absolutely difficult to get benefits.

Fortunately, there are many mountains and rivers in Goryeo, Lin Zhining wants to find an abandoned cave, it is not a difficult thing, soon, he found a natural cave, there is no trace of wild beasts here, and it is also an inaccessible place, Lin Zhining made some camouflage with satisfaction and entered the depths of the cave.

Although the situation in the body is trough, Lin Zhining does not have a headache, it is not too difficult to wash away these dead and evil qi with his true qi and inner fist, but it is also very troublesome, and it is definitely a long-lasting project to dispel the dead qi and evil qi in the texture infiltrated into it.

The dead qi and evil qi that has lost its source are still like living creatures, fighting with Lin Zhining's true qi from time to time, Lin Zhining used his mental method, and only tried to run the true qi, and then quickly stopped, although some mottled miscellaneous qi, the impure true qi was expelled, but the true qi ran through the meridians, and the slowly growing true qi also had some mottled breath, which turned out to be miscellaneous qi that penetrated into the texture, and when Lin Zhining absorbed the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, it was incorporated into the new true qi together.

Lin Zhining smiled indifferently, if it was an ordinary martial arts person, if he encountered such trouble, he would inevitably spend more time to slowly remove the impurities in the true qi, but Lin Zhining didn't need to be like this, he also had another method, and the internal fist method had an obvious effect in this aspect.

He stood up, punched and kicked, and slowly started punching, as the punches and kicks unfolded, the body emitted an extremely subtle but very rhythmic shock, dispersing the miscellaneous qi that had penetrated into the texture and bones, and gradually gathering these things that did not belong to him, and gradually expelling them from the body.

He also shook and dispersed those mixed true qi together, and also drove them out of his body along with the miscellaneous qi. (To be continued.) )