long night walk

Chapter 100 Spiritual Power

That year, his wrist was injured by his father, and his blood gushed out, attracting countless locusts and monsters to eat him.

His internal organs were hollowed out, and the blood in his body was sucked dry. He still remembered the long and terrifying pain back then, which was more terrifying and desperate than beheading his head.

There is only a trace of chaotic soul, unwilling to be blown away by the severe wind between heaven and earth.

Then he saw the light.

The light he saw in the dark and damp abyss brought him back to the light of the world.

For so many years, he and Lin Yuan's sister are both children picked up by the mountain father in the mountains. Everyone said that the mountain father loves Lin Yuan more than him.

Because Lin Yuan was carefully protected in the ten-mile lake, far away from world disputes and evil spirits.

But he, Lin Guiyuan, has to shoulder the responsibility of the son of the mountain god, guarding Kongcang Mountain for the father of the mountain, and dispel the sea monsters and evil spirits from the demon realm.

Every time I come back with a whole body full of scars, the only pain I know is self-knowledge.

But he knew that was not the case.

Father Shan brought back Lin Yuan and him one after another, but the one he got was the one with the most.

He died once, and resurrection is a forbidden technique, but Master Shan used half of the mountain's divine power to re-melt his internal organs and reunite his soul.

Rather than saying that he is the son of the mountain god, it is better to say that he is the lifeblood of the half-empty Cangshan Mountain.

Father Caishan apologized to Bai Lian just now, saying that he did not give him a complete Kong Cangshan.

It's not that you don't want to, it's that you can't.

The old man's voice resounded helplessly, Lin Guiyuan's tragic appearance now made him unbearable.

"Everything has a cause and effect. You are destined to live for one life, but you have to experience the pain of death twice. This is the test of your destiny. Death does not mean a desperate situation, and a desperate situation does not mean a dead end.

Child, you just need to remember one thing, you are no longer living as the son of the mountain god, because now the responsibility of guarding Kongcang Mountain is not yours, from now on, you are the mountain ghost, guarding the mountain of your new master, the new mountain master Ghost, this... is your responsibility. "

Regarding the words of the old man who changed his fate at will, Lin Guiyuan cherished the key points as if he had received an oath.

One word, one imprint.

It is also a yoke of guilt that he will never fade away.

"Destruction...means restarting. This is...your era, exile...for ten thousand years, the homeland...is no longer there, is no longer here..." The voice is as hoarse as a withered vine, an old tree, and a crow. go.

The land of the God Realm has existed forever, and it is not that the homeland is not there, but it is no longer in his heart.

Exiled for too long, I have forgotten what my hometown looks like...

But he, after all, died in his family and homeland.

Not in vain to exile this life...

On the dry and decayed old trees, a crimson spark was ignited, and the spark was like fire, and it was like the old life of the old man.

Xinghuo took away the remnant of the ancient tree, as if summoned by some magical power, it slowly rose into the sky and the galaxy.

Lin Yuan looked up at the night sky that was about to dawn, her lips trembling slightly.

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After the final farewell, Bai Lian's affairs began to increase.

The mirror realm below the mountain realm, which is the place where the old man Shenshu fell, is actually just as Wen Yu thought, there are treasures hidden deep in the mountains.

It was a shrine hidden in the shadows, and its geographical location was in perfect harmony with the outside world's shrine that had been destroyed and sealed with the crystal nucleus of the long river of blood.

The abilities and exercises that Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan have learned all the time come from it.

The knowledge that Bai Lian has learned in this world is too poor, so he spends the next day soaking in the divine palace to absorb knowledge.

I don't know if it's because of inheriting the mountain seal, or because of my own talent, I can see all the contents of the Shenfu classics in the mountain without forgetting.

In the past ten days, Bai Lian has not been in a hurry to practice, or to find a suitable method to quickly improve his strength.

After all, it is urgent to stabilize the mountain situation now.

Since he inherited the position of Xinshan Lord, he naturally couldn't just mess around without knowing anything.

Fortunately, his learning ability is amazing.

Ten days later, after leaving the Shenfu in the Mirror Realm, Bai Lian already had a preliminary plan.

On this day, Bai Lian was sitting under the tree tossing the black heart harvested from Yang Zhao.

He held the heart in one hand, rested a blank wooden board lightly on his knees, and held a sharp carving knife that Lin Guiyuan made according to his request in his right hand.

There are also several black scroll parchment books at his feet.

The heart, which is a circle bigger than an adult's fist and made of unknown stone material, has been pierced by Lin Yuan.

But he could vaguely see countless hair-thin lines in the heart of the stone, which Bai Lian would not have recognized in the past.

Fortunately, there are corresponding records and explanations in the book collection in the shrine.

This is a rune, and it is not a rune drawn with cinnabar in ordinary drawing.

The remaining spiritual breath between the hook and the horizontal told Bai Lian that these are countless Dao talismans carved one stroke at a time with wonderful and pure spiritual power.

In the end, a human heart was successfully imitated, and then controlled by spells in the heart.

This is the puppet technique of the Mozong.

The process sounds simple, but the process is as difficult as picking up sand and filling the sea.

Practitioners' practice is an act against the heavens, but fellow practitioners who are so blessed with spiritual power can only be seen in legends.

Bai Lian once asked Jinsheng how to practice spiritual power, but in return Jinsheng had very white eyelids.

The answer he gave was that even he was not qualified to answer the question.

Because even the Tangtang Tianxi No.13 sword, in terms of cultivating spiritual power, is just a beginner.

I have not yet learned to walk, how can I give the correct answer.

With limited manpower, it is extremely rare to be able to achieve something in the way of swordsmanship.

Jinsheng thinks that he has the luck and talent to ignite the sword soul, but he relies more on his hard work and sweat.

He thinks he is not the monster that everyone said.

Because those who can become monsters, apart from the three thousand-year-old immortals and Zhongyou's Empress Houtu, there are very few monsters among the younger generation.

As for the person who can cultivate both mental power and immortality, except for Tai Xuanzong, a woman who likes to wear white clothes and can't be messed with, he really can't think of anyone else who can match it.

While being despised by Jin Sheng for his self-importance, Bai Lian used the carving knife in his hand to fully deduce the thousands of runes in the black heart and the thousands of runes that had been cut off by a single knife.

All of them were drawn on the blank board in the form of a planar distribution map.

Jinsheng's usual venomous sarcasm suddenly subsided, and the way he looked at Bai Li'an had undergone a subtle change.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Lian put down the black heart in his hand, took a new wooden board, and after remembering all the patterns of the wooden board engraved with lines in his mind, he held the wooden board and closed his eyes.

Jin Sheng leaned against the tree with his sword in his arms, glanced at Bai Lian, and let out a sneer.

(End of this chapter)