Chapter 351 Stealing Immortal Grass Xuanji's Experience
Chapter 351 Stealing Immortal Grass Xuanji's Experience
This inference is not difficult.
Lin Xuan had to find a way to find another storage bag.
Not for the magic weapon, nor for the possible refining materials inside, but for the jade tube.
In the realm of self-cultivation, array mages are a rarer profession than alchemy, and they cherish themselves. In the market, as long as there are crystals, they can always buy some simple alchemy.
However, there are only a few materials related to the formation, and at most there are some garbage formation symbols for sale.
For this way, Lin Xuan has long admired it, and naturally he will not miss the opportunity in front of him, but the other party's storage bag is hidden somewhere...
Lin Xuan scratched his head, a strange color flashed in his eyes, his shoulders trembled slightly, and a black glow flashed all over his body, his whole body became strange.
This yin and yang formula is indeed infinitely useful.
Lin Xuan used his hand as a claw, and grasped the void, and a cloud of ghost mist as black as ink appeared out of thin air, wrapping the remains of the two monks in it.
A serious look appeared on Lin Xuan's face, he made a formula with his hands, and muttered words, the cold air around his body was erratic...
After a while, one of the skulls flew over and stopped in front of Lin Xuan.
More black air emerged from Lin Xuan's body, enveloping the skull, and accompanied by a shrill ghostly roar, a wisp of remnant soul flew out from the skull's celestial spirit cover.
Lin Xuan's face showed joy, he flicked his finger, and a black light band rolled it back.
At this moment, Lin Xuan is using the secret method recorded in "Xuan Mo Zhen Jing".
It is indeed the supernatural power cultivated by the first person in the magic way, and the various secret techniques in it are unimaginable.
For example, in general orthodox exercises, although there are soul-searching techniques that can read people's memories, they are also useful for living people or just dead creatures, but the secret techniques in "Xuanmo Zhenjing" can rely on a certain amount of soul searching. Skeleton, read out some of the remaining memories of this life.
In fact, there is nothing strange about it. People have three souls and six souls. After death, they will fall into the underworld, but there is always a ray of remnant souls stored in their bodies before they were alive, and they are reluctant to leave.
The principle of this secret technique is to find out the remnant soul.
Of course, one cannot die for too long. If a hundred years pass, the remnant soul will dissipate by itself.
Lin Xuan looked at the green light spot trapped by the ghost fog, which was only as big as a finger, obviously lost his mind, and hoped that it still had the memory of his life.
Lin Xuan murmured something, releasing his consciousness...
After a while, Lin Xuan's black light shrank, and he became upright again. Although the memory of the remaining soul was incomplete, fortunately, he found the jade tube slip.
Lin Xuan turned his head and glanced at the mountain wall on the left. It was dark but iron stone.
This object is similar to the hardness of refined iron in the mortal world, but it is of no use to cultivators. However, Lin Xuan has read from a book that iron stone also has the effect of shielding the detection of spiritual consciousness, but unfortunately it is not very obvious, so easily overlooked.
After pondering for a while, Lin Xuan grasped at the void, and a huge cyan ghost claw ruthlessly plunged into the iron stone.
There was a loud rumbling sound. Although the object was hard, it was like tofu in front of Lin Xuan's fairy art. After a while, a bottomless hole was opened on the mountain wall.
Lin Xuan probed his consciousness into it, and after a while, a gleam of joy appeared on his face, and wherever his thoughts moved, a cyan ghost claw flew back wrapped in something.
Holding the jade tube in his hand, he glanced at the big hole opened by the cyan ghost claw. It was seven or eight feet deep. What's the point.
Lin Xuan happily sank his consciousness into the jade tube.
Xuanji's experience!
Just reading the four words at the beginning of the chapter, Lin Xuan showed surprise on his face, could it be...
Suppressing the joyful mood, I continued to read.
After a cup of tea, Lin Xuan withdrew his consciousness, put the jade tube slip into the storage bag, and walked forward.
Although the expression on his face was extremely calm, Lin Xuan's mood was ecstatic.
He only read more than a thousand words, all of which were introductions to the identity of the owner of the jade tube slip. Originally, he thought that the other party was just an ordinary formation mage, but he didn't know that it was such a famous person.
Xuanji scattered people!
Thirty years ago, this would have been a resounding name for the immortal cultivators in Youzhou...
The first among Youzhou formation masters.
Although he is a casual cultivator, he is respected by all the sects in Youzhou.
Even if there is a problem with the guardian formation of the three giants of the righteous way, he is still asked to repair and improve it.
The formation flags he made are extremely sought-after items, and the degree of popularity of this person is not inferior to that of Spirit Medicine Mountain.
The formation master is also an existence of detached status!
Even the Supreme Elders of the Big Three and those old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage had discussions with Xuanji Sanren on the same level. From this point, it can be seen how much he is valued.
Usually, formation masters are not very high-level. Among all the arts of cultivation, this way is famous for its broadness and profoundness. If you want to be proficient in formations, you naturally don’t have much time to practice. However, this person is a genius. Can infer other things from one instance.
He is also the only formation mage in Youzhou who has successfully condensed alchemy for thousands of years.
The jade tube slip in Lin Xuan's hand is what Xuanji has learned in his life. What's more precious is that every formation in it has his commentary experience.
This time it can be regarded as picking up a treasure, and the value of this item is no less than that of Nether Cold Iron.
Lin Xuan remained calm and walked forward quickly. Don't let Mo Mang swallow the treasure by himself after so long delay.
According to the records on the map, Lin Xuan came to an extremely wide space after crossing several forked roads.
There are steep mountain walls on both sides. At a glance, they are thousands of feet high, and they look extremely majestic.
And Mo Mang stood in front of a mountain wall, motionless, as if in a daze.
Hearing footsteps, Mo Mang turned his head.
"Brother Mo, what's the matter?" Lin Xuan looked at the mountain wall in front of him.
"This should be one of the places where the ancient monks stored treasures, but I have no way to open it." Mo Mang shook his head, with a trace of helplessness on his face.
"Let me take a look." Lin Xuan walked closer, and there was indeed a huge stone door blocking the front.
Lin Xuan touched it, and found it was cold and cold, and there was nothing abnormal. He pushed hard with his hand, but it didn't move.
Lin Xuan tilted his head, thought for a while, then retracted his hand, flicked his fingers, and a burst of sword energy shot out.
The Shimen halo flashed, and a layer of blue light emerged, spreading the sword energy easily.
Lin Xuan frowned, but he wasn't surprised. He stretched out his hand again, and with a slap, a pale golden Pure Yang Danhuo burned in his palm.
"Brother Lin, it's useless. Before you came, I have tried all kinds of methods, but none of them have any effect on this strange restriction. I don't know whether it is an ancient monk in the Nascent Soul stage or a senior of our demon clan's transformation stage. It was set up." Mo Mang sighed and whispered helplessly.
Although the two have their own ghosts, they still need to work together before hunting for treasure. With these few words, Lin Xuan still believes in each other, but he has to try.
Stick the palm wrapped in Danhuo towards Shimen.
Before touching it, the weird blue glow reappeared.
The two golden and blue rays of light are intertwined...
Lin Xuan only felt a huge force coming from his palm.
He was bounced away with a bang, the spiritual power in Lin Xuan's body flowed, and it was not easy to dissolve it, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes.
This thing obviously doesn't look like a formation, but rather like a stone gate restriction set up by ancient monks with their god-defying supernatural powers.
What's even more weird is that it is still running intact after millions of years.
It can be broken with brute force, but at least the cultivation base of the late stage of condensing core is required to have hope.
Even if he joins forces with that demon cultivator, it will take several months.
Lin Xuan didn't want to delay. He didn't know what Tian Xiaojian's current situation was. It would be fine if he died. In case that kid was lucky enough to come back here without incident, and even brought the Extreme Demon Lord here, don't say anything at that time Treasure hunt, I'm afraid I can't even drink the soup.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan couldn't help but look extremely ugly.
And at this moment, he noticed some strange small characters beside the stone gate.
The font is not big, if you are not careful, it is really difficult to find it.
Lin Xuan leaned over.
Mo Mang was stunned for a moment, and surrounded him with a happy face, but immediately, he showed a look of bewilderment: "What is this, it's not our monster clan's language, I don't know it."
Lin Xuan didn't speak, but still carefully identified, the expression on his face fluctuated from worry to joy.
"Why, do you know Brother Lin?"
"Barely know a thing or two." Lin Xuan raised his head indifferently.
This is a very rare language used by human beings in ancient times, and it can be said that only one person in a million can recognize it today. However, it just so happens that Lin Xuan is the young master of Lingyao Mountain, and he likes to read alchemy books.
Some of the strange prescriptions handed down from ancient times were written in this language.
Although Lin Xuan didn't dare to say he was omniscient, he could roughly understand what was written on it.
"Brother Lin is really a genius, how about it, have you found a way to break the prohibition of these excuses?"
"It's very simple. It needs the blood of a demon clan at the transformation stage and a human monk above the alchemy stage." Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"Transformation period?" Mo Mang frowned: "Because of the special race, I can transform into a human form with a third-order body, but strictly speaking, it is not a real transformation period. Okay." Mo Mang frowned, and said with some worry.
"I don't know, but what can I do now, I have to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Could it be that I really went to find a demon clan in the transformation stage?"
"Brother Lin's words are true, I hope God will take pity on him!"
When Mo Mang said this, he didn't hesitate. With a swipe, the nails on his right hand stretched like sharp claws, and a large stream of blood immediately came out.
"Brother Lin, is that enough?"
"You don't need so much, one drop is enough." The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, and with a flick of his sleeve, a ray of blue light wrapped the opponent's blood and pulled him back.
"Ah?" Mo Mang's expression was blank, and he quickly took a magic talisman from his arms and stuck it on his left arm. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lin Xuan also took a drop of his own blood, looking at Shimen in front of him, his face was full of solemnity.