Chapter 265

"Is he questioning and threatening? Isn't he afraid that this pair of strange Buddhist master and apprentice, who don't know where they came from, will really take his life?"

Among the group of sect disciples, He Bizhi said in disbelief.

"This is indeed incomprehensible!" Jiang Ruyan frowned slightly: "This person's words and actions are different from others. Except for saying that he understood some rules we don't know, it can no longer be explained!"

"Still have to see how the old monk answers?" Yu Qiuyi's voice was very low, with a trace of competitive spirit on her face.

The Buddhist master and apprentice were clearly stunned by Heng Xian's question.

After a while, the old monk patted the mirror, and a massive amount of white light, more than all the sect disciples combined, shone on "Heng Xian," not only healing his slight injuries but also starting to wash his tendons and marrow again.

"The old monk promised the donor, naturally he won't let the donor down. The donor's aptitude is still shallow, and the root bone has some flaws. This is to practice tendons and bones, wash the heavenly marrow, it counts as a reward!"

"This..."

The sect disciples not far away had their faces changed drastically, and envy, jealousy, and hatred surged into their hearts.

Why didn't we ask for "washing tendons and marrow" just now?!!

"Washing tendons and marrow" is to re-refine a person's vulgar aptitude and talent, reshape the root bone, and even mediocre people have the possibility of becoming geniuses.

It can be said to be the most precious and rare opportunity in the cultivation world. This is not something that can be done by eating elixirs. It must be a master who has reached the sky and the earth above the late Nascent Soul stage to give empowerment, or pick heaven and earth spirit medicines to soak in medicinal soup.

And the old monk's white light was directly giving people "washing tendons and marrow." The key is that he is not an ordinary monk from a secular sect, but an existence conjured in ancient ruins. Perhaps this "washing tendons and marrow" method is also an ancient method.

The benefits go without saying!

"How unfair is this?" Among the sect disciples, someone said sourly.

"Didn't expect that we just lost a heaven-shaking opportunity in vain!" He Bizhi clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly.

"I would rather take all the opportunities I get in the future to exchange for this one!"

Liu Yu shook her head bitterly. Her talent was actually very average. She had worked hard for so many years to break through to the Primordial Dan Realm. If there were no accidents, it would be difficult to break through to the Nascent Soul in this life. If she could also wash her tendons and marrow once...

"If you want, just ask directly!" Ye Hongxue stepped forward, "Master, I wonder if we can..."

Before finishing, only heard the little monk say fiercely: "Don't be greedy!"

Ye Hongxue pointed at Heng Xian who was closing his eyes and washing his marrow: "Then why is he?"

The little monk said: "He snatched one hundred and fifty-seven spirit grasses and spirit fruits, the most among you!"

Ye Hongxue was speechless.

Just at this moment, the other shore flower road suddenly became soft and had suction, and the crowd couldn't help but stagger.

The little monk put his palms together: "The flower road is open, you should set off early. If you miss the opportunity, it will be difficult to go again!"

"Senior Brother He!"

Soon, their figures could no longer be seen.

And Heng Xian had been bathing in the white light, his brows locked.

The feeling of "washing tendons and marrow" was not good.

It was simply comparable to dialysis for cancer patients, that is, filtering blood, and also stripping away impurities and filth in the bone marrow!

If it weren't for the hexagrams showing that this was a great opportunity and wouldn't affect his own Sword Saint True Body, he would never do such a thing.

I don't know how long it took, finally, the white light ended.

Heng Xian's whole body was covered with sweat and mud, and the oily smell was suffocating.

However, his body was light and healthy, his perception of spiritual energy was clearer, the things that happened before were vivid in his mind, his strength was a bit greater, as if he had been reborn.

He even faintly had the urge to form a Dan immediately!

More importantly, his mind was clearer, and a kind of intent, consciousness-like thing, seemed to be able to leave the body, without eyes, he could also see the situation within dozens of meters around.

This made his heart tremble, damn, opened a trace of spiritual sense that only the Primordial Dan Realm has?

It took a while to recover, wiped a layer of grease on his neck, and thought, this bath was washed in vain.

Turned back to look at the Buddhist master and apprentice, and couldn't help but be stunned again.

Only to see the master and apprentice were much more illusory, and even somewhat transparent.

Hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you, Master, for the gift, the little boy is deeply grateful!"

The old monk pinched his beard: "No harm, you snatched the most spirit grasses, and unlike others who are respectful and stick to formalities, you can see through our situation. Just now, it was like empowerment, waking up this strand of consciousness that has existed for fifty thousand years!"

The little monk also smiled: "This opportunity is given to you, not to mention more, the road to break through the Nascent Soul is paved for you!"

After speaking, the master and apprentice dissipated with the wind.

The two small houses also dissipated.

Heng Xian was dazed for a while, suddenly not quite understanding whether these people were conjured, or really existed, or existed in other forms?

The old man in the grocery store in front was, and they were too!

Being so talkative and having opinions, it doesn't look like the quality an NPC should have.

However, is the talent to break through the Nascent Soul there?

He looked at his fists. If he said he wasn't happy at all, that was a lie, and he even had the urge to drink two jars of old wine to celebrate.

At this time, the other shore flower road also became blurred, so he had to put away his thoughts, tapped his feet, and rushed forward.

At the end of the other shore flower road, it was a place without light, the ground was reddish-brown, and white bones were exposed from time to time, and there was a red river faintly in the misty smoke in the distance.

A faint strange blood smell permeated the air.

Niu Wanli, Jiang Ruyan, and a group of sect disciples looked around.

Ye Hongxue said: "Remember the old monk said, the end of the road is the Heavenly Machine Bridge, but here is clearly a desolate place, similar to an ancient battlefield!"

Jiang Ruyan said: "Bridges naturally only exist on rivers, we have to go to the side of that river to see."

The group walked out of the other shore flower road, stepped on the reddish-brown land cautiously, and walked forward around the white bones protruding from the ground.

The further they walked, the more shocked they felt.

Because there were too many white bones on the ground, far more than they saw.

Yet, there was no sign of the "armored masked man."

Even the bones were refined into gold and silver colors, which required at least a hundred years of hard practice, which shows how high the cultivation of these people was before they died!

But these people with such high cultivation died layer after layer in this ghost place like animals!

Monk Tiancong's voice was a bit distorted: "Golden body of bones, even in Buddhism, only high-ranking masters above the Nascent Soul stage can do it, but here it is everywhere, these people... how did they die?"

Yu Qiuyi said: "Ancient things are hard to say clearly, natural disasters, human disasters, heavenly tribulations, heavenly punishments, siege by other sects, all are possible!"

Jiang Ruyan sighed: "With such a big battle, I'm afraid all our sects in the Eastern Region combined couldn't do it, right?"

The crowd walked and talked, and they were about to approach the strange red river.

"Someone is coming!" Shen Qiong beside her suddenly said.

The crowd looked forward, sure enough! A faint shadow of people, coming from the dim place in the distance.

Almost subconsciously, everyone stopped, took out spirit tools and magic treasures, focused, and guarded strictly.

Strangely, that group of people also stopped, and manipulated spirit tools and magic treasures one after another.

Niu Wanli, Jiang Ruyan, and the group looked at each other: "Other batches?"

Yu Qiuyi narrowed her eyes: "Spiritual sense is suppressed again, unable to observe, but it should be the brothers from other sects, let's go over and see!"

The group walked forward slowly.

The people opposite also approached.

Closer, only to see the dozen or so leaders opposite were all familiar.

He Bizhi smiled: "It's Wang Ling of the Spirit Sword Sect, Huangfu Taiqing of the Donghuang Palace, Lin Shuyu and Huo Yuanqing of the Tianyuan Sect, Ye Qian of the Guangfa Palace..."

(End of chapter)