Chapter Twenty-Five: Phantom Steps

Jiangtou is not a storm, and it is difficult to walk in the world.

The path of cultivation has always been full of difficulties and obstacles, and it has been smooth sailing? That is just a beautiful imagination.

Let's just say that this old man, in order to get a chance to survive on the path of cultivation, sacrificed his life and fought with the three of them, and his courage in seeing death as if he was at home is commendable, you must know that not every monk is willing to be a martyr on the road of cultivation.

Zhao Mingde and Wu Dongxu saw that the crisis was over, and came to the old man's side with a frightened face, at this time, the old man's eyes were blind, and there was still hot blood flowing out of the broken shoulder, and his body was twitching for a while, this was the tenacious vitality of the third-order peak monk.

At this time, Zhang Jingchang was squatting beside the old man, stretching out his hand to pull it hard, and a black thin needle flew out of the old man's eye socket, and the thin needle was not damaged and did not drip blood.

The thin needle is a blood-burning needle, Zhao Mingde and Wu Dongxu knew its origin, but he didn't expect that this needle broke the situation at the critical moment, and his heart was full of emotion for a while.

Zhang Jingchang's previous shot was very ingenious, the blood burning needle can burn blood when it enters the body, and often only the cold system of the exercise talisman can be suppressed and lifted, or the essence and blood in the body are drawn out, for a body refiner, the essence blood is the origin of a body of cultivation, and the loss of a large amount of essence blood means that there is a risk of falling into the realm.

Zhang Jingchang cut off the old man's arm with a knife, and the boiling blood sprayed out, relieving the biggest crisis and avoiding his death by exploding, otherwise the golden light array would become the second trouble.

Tear off the Qiankun bag on the old man's waist and take a look, he is very poor, there is nothing, except for some sundries, there are only more than two hundred kun jade, and the golden ticket is more than 100,000.

Throwing the Qiankun bag to Zhao Mingde, Zhao Mingde did not show a disappointed look after seeing it, he came for the blood and flowers, and he didn't expect to get anything else from the evil cultivator, and Wu Dongxu did the same.

Speaking of the old man, he is actually not poor, a Qiankun bag is five hundred kun jade, the golden light array is six or seven hundred kun jade, and the blood demon thunder bead can be sold at a sky-high price of 1,500 kun jade in the auction house, and it is often still priceless.

Zhao Mingde took out a healing pill and handed it to Zhang Jingchang, Zhang Jingchang took it and fed it to the old man's mouth, the soft strength urged out, the healing pill gradually dissolved, and the old man couldn't die before he found the golden light array to crack it.

The battle was extremely fierce, but fortunately, he still walked according to the original plan, and when he saw the old man catch a breath, Zhao Mingde greeted him and turned around and stepped into the boning wind.

On the other side of the cave, Jing Fei and the others had just come out of the dream, and Guo'er was chattering about Jing Fei's dream world, saying that next time there would be more delicious and fun things, although they were all fake, they could still be enjoyable.

The boulder at the entrance of the cave made a moving sound again, and Guo'er glanced at Jing Fei suspiciously:

"It won't be you again. ”

Jing Fei rolled his eyes, this kid has a really big brain.

Nine times out of ten, it was Zhang Jingchang and the three of them who could find here, just in case Jing Fei was vigilantly watching the movement at the entrance of the cave.

It was Zhao Mingde who came in, Jing Fei took a closer look, the clothes on his body were scratched, his face was slightly tired, and his eyes were unwavering.

Jing Fei knew that the ambush was over.

Out of the cave, Zhao Mingde directly sacrificed the magic boat, and an hour later, Zhao Mingde took Jing Fei and Guo'er to the cave in the boning wind.

When he entered the cave, he saw Zhang Jingchang in rags and covered in injuries, Guo'er cried out and ran over to hug his grandfather tightly.

"Silly girl, grandpa is fine, it's all skin trauma. ”

After some comfort, Guo'er stopped crying.

After appeasing Guo'er, Zhang Jingchang turned his head to look at Jing Fei and said:

"It's up to you next, and your share is indispensable if it's done. ”

Zhang Jingchang, as the initiator of this operation, and resolved the crisis at the last moment, no one objected to saying this at this time.

Jing Fei nodded yes, and said without humility or arrogance:

"It's not easy to watch from the sidelines, so please avoid one or two adults. ”

Zhang Jingchang didn't say anything, just looked at Wu Dongxu and Zhao Mingde left and right with a smile, and the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Wu Dongxu doesn't care, this time the blood drinking flower is already in the bag, it depends on whether Jing Fei can get the method of cracking the golden light array, of course it is the best, walk over and pat Jing Fei on the shoulder and leave the cave.

Zhao Mingde glanced at Jing Fei with deep meaning and also came out of the cave, he knew that Jing Fei's sense of perception was stronger than ordinary people, and it was estimated that there were relevant secret methods for cultivation.

From Jing Fei's first appearance to encountering the killer of the Sacrifice Palace, and now to the blood drinking flower, Jing Fei's arrival seems to be both lucky and disaster, and he is becoming more and more interested in Jing Fei.

There were only three people left in the cave, and Jing Fei didn't know the situation of the old man on the ground, so he asked Zhang Jingchang to bring him to the cave.

Close your eyes and fall asleep.

There are three doors in the dim cave, representing the consciousness entrances of Zhang Jingchang, Zhang Guo'er, and the half-dead old man, which are abstracted by Jing Fei to facilitate his actions.

Dreams and the sea of consciousness are connected, to be precise, dreams are part of the sea of consciousness, and the dreamer enters the dream through consciousness, and in turn can enter the sea of consciousness from the dream, which is the conclusion that Jing Fei has reached from studying the "Dream Sutra" for several months, but he has never tried it.

Pushed the door on behalf of Zhang Jingchang, the door was strong and heavy, and in reality, Zhang Jingchang frowned, and looked at Jing Fei in Dingzhong, not knowing what the hell this kid was doing.

The door representing the fruit is also very strong, and when he pushes it hard, the door only moves slightly, which is related to the strength of the consciousness of the owner.

As for the door representing the old man, it was dilapidated and opened with a light push.

Jing Fei paused for a moment and walked in, the world inside the door was fragmented, like a dark and dilapidated neighborhood, more like countless broken mirror fragments embedded in the dark space.

The light and shadow flowed on the fragments, Jing Fei knew that each fragment contained the memories of the old man, and at the same time as the blood-burning needle pierced his eyes, the blood in the skull instantly boiled and burned his brain, and the sea of consciousness was shattered because of this.

If the old man's cultivation was three points weaker, Jing Fei estimated that the sea of consciousness would be directly shattered.

Looking at the dense fragments of memory in front of him, Jing Fei's face was a little ugly, but since he came in, he could only look for them one by one.

Zhang Jingchang and Guo'er waited quietly in the cave, and after an hour passed, Jing Fei did not wake up, and there was still no movement after three hours.

Guo'er was already impatient to wait, and several times she wanted to wake up Jing Fei, but Zhang Jingchang stopped her.

Another hour later, Wu Dongxu's inquiry came from outside the cave, Zhang Jingchang was helpless, woke up Jing Fei and asked:

"How, can you find a way to crack it?"

Jing Fei said with annoyance:

"I only found the mudra and the first half of the mantra, and I will definitely find it in two hours. ”

Zhang Jingchang nodded, as long as he could find it, an hour was really nothing to a monk.

In fact, Jing Fei has already found a way to crack it, although the sea of consciousness is broken, there are still rules to follow, and the fragments of the same memory are often not too far apart.

As for the chagrin on his face, it is also true, as an existence that has lived for nearly three hundred years, what he has seen and heard has opened Jing Fei's eyes, many of his experiences are not in the books, and many of his skills against the enemy are even richer than Zhang Jingchang.

The old man's memory is like a huge treasure trove for Jing Fei, as long as he looks patiently, he can always find something useful for himself.

When Zhang Jingchang woke up Jing Fei before, Jing Fei was reading an exercise called Phantom Step.

"It's like a phantom, it's unpredictable. It is the opening description of the Phantom Step, which is more mysterious than the Seven Star Step Phantom Step that Jing Fei learned, and it must be known that the Phantom Step is a valuable exercise for third-order cultivators, and it is of course not a good face to be interrupted by Zhang Jingchang in a hurry.

The fragments in the sea of consciousness are changing all the time, but fortunately, the speed of change is slow, and they were finally found by Jing Fei.

Two hours later, Jing Fei opened his eyes, and the joy on his face could not be concealed.

Guo'er was tired of waiting, glared at Jing Fei and said:

"You can't have eaten bee, you laughed so happily, did you find anything, the county lieutenant has urged you, be careful to annoy the county lieutenant and tell you that you can't get out of the city in the future. ”

"You. ”

Jing Fei scolded with a smile and reached out to knock Guo'er's head, but Guo'er deftly dodged it, and his hands were full of pride.