Chapter 290 The Secret of Langhuan
It has taken him three years to comprehend the secret art of ghost hiding, which has already made him very satisfied. Although he has also comprehended some clues of the secret art of burning, he has not yet started to practice it.
As for the first text of the Bu Tian Sutra, although Xiao Lin knew that it was a method of cultivating the primordial spirit, the content of the text was so obscure that Xiao Lin wanted to cry without tears. In his opinion, it is impossible to comprehend it thoroughly without concentrating on studying the content of the text for a long time in seclusion.
During these three years, the transformed demon cultivator had not been to Nanhuang Xiancheng. In fact, this is not surprising. Nanhuang Xiancheng is the territory of Guxuan Sect. If the transformed demon tribe came here, it would be terrible. After all, in Ziri Xiancheng, the transformed demon cultivator also came to Ziri Xiancheng with the opportunity of the beast tide.
It was because Xiao Lin figured it out that he decided to practice in Nanhuang Xiancheng for a while. If he hadn't been worried that the transformed demon cultivator would not give up and guard him halfway, he would have left and returned to Dancao Mountain long ago.
Xiao Lin looked at the ground in front of him and thought in his heart.
Now that three years have passed, I think the transformed demon cultivator will not wait halfway, and when I return to Dancao Mountain, the worst that can happen is to take a detour and avoid the straight distance.
Thinking of this, Xiao Lin stood up, left the cave, and went straight to the south gate of Nanhuang Immortal City. As soon as he left the city gate, Xiao Lin turned into a huge green spiritual light, rushed into the sky, and disappeared between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.
After flying dozens of miles, Xiao Lin's heart moved, and then a faint black smoke appeared on his body, wrapping him up.
The Bingluan Sword was also put into Xiao Lin's storage bag. Countless small wind whirlpools appeared around him. As the black smoke dispersed, the midair where Xiao Lin was originally standing was empty.
Xiao Lin felt the oncoming strong wind, and his mood was very good. In the process of practicing the ghost hiding secret technique, he was surprised to find that although this secret technique had the effect of invisibility, it could only last for one hour.
Once he uses a magic weapon, the invisibility effect will disappear, but there is no limit to the spell. After many experiments, Xiao Lin was pleasantly surprised to find that after performing the Ghost Hidden Secret Technique, the Wind Escape Technique can still be used.
Although simply performing the Wind Escape Technique reduced his speed a lot, Xiao Lin's main purpose was to verify whether this method was really effective. After confirming that it was indeed effective, Xiao Lin couldn't help but be overjoyed.
The only pity is that this Ghost Hidden Secret Technique is only a fragmentary book, and the formula is incomplete. Therefore, after he practiced it, he could only perform it once within twelve hours, and each time could only last for one hour.
If he could practice the complete version of the Ghost Hidden Secret Technique, there should be no restrictions on the number of times and time of use. At that time, he would undoubtedly have another life-saving capital.
An hour later, Xiao Lin's body emerged, with a bit of unwillingness on his face. He slapped the storage bag on his waist, and the Bingluan Sword shot out, and then turned into a green escape light more than ten feet long to wrap him up, and then rushed towards the horizon.
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Bei Lan Sect, Bei Lan Hall.
Ancestor Qi Shan sat at the top, and in front of him stood four old men.
These four old men were all high-ranking officials of Bei Lan Sect. The leader among them was the current leader of Bei Lan Sect, True Man Qing Huan, a cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core.
The other three were also cultivators in the late Golden Core stage. They also had thoughtful expressions on their faces at this moment, as if they were recalling something?
"I remember that more than three hundred years ago, when I was still in the early stage of Jindan, I followed Master Song to the Demon Plain to look for a precious fourth-level spiritual herb and passed by the poison pool."
"Unfortunately, I just alarmed the poisonous dragon, and Master Song fought with it. At the end of the fierce battle, I saw the poisonous dragon throw a palm-sized mini chessboard into the air. After sending it into the air, it actually emitted crisscrossing green light."
"I remember that Master Song exclaimed, "Return the old man's [Langhuan chessboard], and Qingmu Yuan Lei Guang." After that, Master Song returned and was seriously injured. Thirty years later, Master Song passed away." True Man Qinghuan said.
"Master Song also fought with that poisonous dragon?" Another Jindan cultivator in his forties said in surprise.
Nodding, Qinghuan Zhenren said solemnly: "I didn't know that Master Song came back seriously injured until several months later. After Master Song returned, he stayed indoors all the time. Even when he died, he only saw his great-great-granddaughter, Master Song, and then died."
"It turns out that Master Song died under the Qingmu Yuanlei Lightning. Qinghuan, go and call Song Feiyu." Hearing what Qinghuan Zhenren said, Qishan Patriarch showed a trace of haze on his face and spoke lightly.
Qinghuan Zhenren should not neglect it, and immediately sent a flying sword to send a letter.
After a cup of tea, a thick escape light landed at the door of Beilan Hall, and a pretty woman in her thirties walked straight into the hall.
"Disciple Song Feiyu, I pay my respects to Uncle Master Qishan and the Sect Master."
"Get up." Patriarch Qishan extended his hand and Song Feiyu immediately felt a great force lifting her body up. She no longer insisted on paying her respects, but stood up and stood aside with her hands behind her.
"Junior Brother Song, do you know the [Langhuan Chessboard]? Did Junior Brother Song tell you anything before he died?"
"As long as Uncle Master agrees to help me kill the poisonous dragon, I am willing to tell Uncle Master what happened, and I can guarantee that this is related to a great opportunity." After hearing this, Song Feiyu's face did not show any surprise, but said calmly.
"Are you threatening me?" Hearing this, the old ancestor Qishan showed a bit of anger on his face. In Beilan Sect, except for the two great elders and the second great elders, he can be said to be the absolute authority.
This little Jindan disciple in front of him dared to take the opportunity to threaten him, which really made him a little unhappy.
"I dare not, this is also what the ancestor of the family told me before he passed away. If no one asks about this matter, don't tell it to others, but if someone asks, you must tell at least two great elders in the sect at the same time, and the condition is to kill the poisonous dragon and avenge the ancestor of the family." Song Feiyu said without any fear on her face.
Qinghuan Zhenren and others also changed their faces. In front of the Yuanying ancestor, he actually spoke in such a tone, which really made him a little impatient.
However, although they were worried about Song Feiyu, no one dared to make trouble at this critical moment. In order to obtain the secret left by Uncle Song before his death, Patriarch Qishan might be able to tolerate Song Feiyu, but if they tried to step out, they would probably be used as a punching bag.
"Junior Brother Qishan, I heard that you were injured by the evil beast in the poisonous pond. Are you in serious trouble?" Inside the Beilan Hall, a ball of lightning suddenly appeared in the center of the hall. Above the ball of light, countless lightning tentacles stretched out, flashing and swinging, dazzling people's eyes.
Qinghuan Zhenren and others all changed their faces, retreated several feet away, and looked at the lightning ball with horror.
Only after hearing this, Patriarch Qishan stood up with a gloomy face.
The lightning soon began to dissipate, and as the lightning dissipated, a middle-aged Taoist who looked about 40 years old appeared in the hall.
"Greetings to the Second Elder of the Supreme." Qinghuan Zhenren and others saw the figure in the lightning clearly, and they were all surprised and hurried to pay their respects.
"No need to be polite." The middle-aged Taoist waved his sleeves, and the five people including Song Feiyu were all surprised to find that an invisible air wall suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking them from bowing.
"It turned out to be Senior Brother Lei Tian, Junior Brother is polite."
"Junior Brother, no need to be polite. I heard that in Zi Ri Xian City, the poisonous dragon in the poisonous pond actually came in person, violating the agreement reached between our Southern Territory Cultivation World and the Demonic Cultivators of the Demonic Origin. If that's true, we old immortals may have to meet that tiger."
"Is the tiger you are talking about the three-eyed silver-winged tiger, the demon cultivator in the middle stage of transformation?" Hearing this, the face of the Qishan Patriarch changed drastically and he exclaimed.
"Who else could it be if not him? We all know that the poison pool is just outside the Wanmang Mountain in the Demon Plain, and the poisonous dragon is just one of the two generals of Sanmu. The real person behind the scenes is still Sanmu."
"I heard that Sanmu had come out of retreat a hundred years ago. I don't know if he has broken through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If he really broke through and entered the late stage of the Nascent Soul, then even if the few old immortals in our Beilan Sect unite, they may not be able to compete with him."
"Late stage of the Nascent Soul?" Upon hearing this, the face of the Qishan Patriarch became paler and paler. The late stage of the Nascent Soul is already a powerful existence. The great elder of their Beilan Sect is also a cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.
It is precisely because of the existence of the great elder that the Demon Plain has not had a large-scale attack in the past thousand years, especially the transformed demon cultivators, who have not appeared for nearly a thousand years.
"Could it be that the appearance of the poisonous dragon is not an accident?" The Qishan Patriarch has always believed that the poisonous dragon is plotting something, and the key to this matter should be the escaped human cultivator.
The poisonous dragon came to Ziri Fairy City in a hurry. Now, if it is according to what Senior Brother Lei Tian said, this poisonous dragon is obviously the vanguard. If it is true, it will be troublesome. "
Glancing at the Qishan Patriarch, the Leitian Patriarch smiled faintly: "Junior brother, don't worry. Even if Sanmu really advances to the late stage of transformation, our Beilan Sect may not be afraid of him. Oh, by the way, what did niece Song want to say?"
Seeing the expression of the Leitian Patriarch, the Qishan Patriarch was speechless and thought to himself: "Could it be that my senior brother already knew the last words of Junior Brother Song?"
Thinking about it, with the power of the Leitian Patriarch, it is normal even if he knows this matter, but he should be the same as the Qinghuan Zhenren, just knowing that Junior Brother Song told Song Feiyu a secret before his death, as for what this secret is, he should not know yet.
Isn't the master of the Qinghuan Zhenren the Leitian Patriarch? Thinking of this, the Qishan Patriarch suddenly understood, and all the questions were solved.